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#nobody is surviving off this
may10th · 1 year
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and are the lazy people who are able to cheat the system and live off benefits comfortably in the room with us right now?
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ghost-bxrd · 2 months
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Prompt:
Contrary to what everyone believes, Damian does not know death.
He grew up with the League. Sheltered from the worst even though father does not seem to think so. Grievous injuries were healed with a submersion in a pool of glowing green.
Damian does not know death. For him, death his temporary. A setback. Something to be cured with magic unknown.
So when Damian stabs one of father’s false sons, he does not understand why father is so upset. Why he is now barred from the cave. Why everyone looks at him with such horror. Surely they know he had to demonstrate that he, the blood son, is superior?
He does not understand why the false son does not get back up. Why father does not take him to the pits.
Damian does not understand. He will have to investigate.
He does not understand why nobody wishes to talk to him all of a sudden.
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pianokantzart · 9 months
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The Explorer, The Newcomer, and The Princess.
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tvckerwash · 3 months
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nobody understands wash/south friendship. anyone not in the know thinks they hate each other, but they don't. sure, they think the other is the single most annoying person in the known universe, but when push comes to shove, they're an okay team so long as they both understand that things are going to become extremely chaotic, they will be screaming at each other non stop, and as the guy who's really, really good at getting out of bad situations where death is almost certain alive, wash (generally) takes point.
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mnlssnight · 7 months
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I started exploring Ashley Greene & Jackson Rathbone's filmography, and so many of them make me go "yep that's a modern jalice material right there"
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tangledspice075 · 1 year
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Stab, duck out of range, repeat.
It's alarming how easy it is to fall back on the old tactics. Of course, Polites thought 10 years of war would do that to a person. 
Following Odysseus's orders, he struck the heels and moved out of range, circling until the cyclops let down his guard again.
He doesn't like fighting. He doesn't think he ever would. But someone has to fight the war for the people who can't. Besides, he reassured himself he struck first. Even so, he mourns the life that must be shed.
The cyclops roared in pain, so loud that Polites heard it over the shouts of the men, and for one flitting moment, Polites feared the ceiling would fall. Suddenly the cyclops had its club in its hands. And it was coming straight. for. him.
Dimly he thinks he should run. Do something. Move! But his muscles wouldn't give.
He thinks he sees someone running towards him from the corner of his eye, but all he can do is stare at the club as it sinks closer and closer towards him.
Right as it was right on top of him, he felt someone push him out of the way. Skidding away from the club and on the floor, with a CRACK, the club fell. 
Suddenly he was a child, wide-eyed and staring as a boar charged closer and closer. And just like now, he was pushed out of the way. Polities saw Odysseus push him out of harms way as the boar's tusk grazed Odysseus's leg. 
Swiftly like a bolt of lightning, he had a feeling who pushed him out of the way.
No.
He scrambled up to his feet and ran over to the body.
NonononononoNO
“Captain…?”
There on the ground was the broken body of Odysseus. 
His captain.
His friend.
Dead.
He dropped to his knees, fumbling for a pulse, checking his breathing, anything.
Nothing.
He doesn't know what happened in the next few minutes, staring at Odysseus's body in shock.
He was only roused when Eurylochus moved towards him, shaking his shoulder firmly but gently.
"Is the captain...?"
"Dead."
His voice rang hollow to his ears, and Eurylochus gave him a look of solemn sorrow.
Not wanting to look him in the face, he looked around the cavern and wished he hadn't.
Odysseus was not the only casualty brought on by the cyclops. From a glance around the cavern, he saw at least a dozen men not moving, lying in a puddle of blood. 
The cyclops was lying flat on the floor, not dead, as his first glance told him, his chest rising and falling.
Polities stumbled to stand, and Eurylochus offered him his arm to stabilize. Not wanting to fall, he leaned on his arm.
Limping over to the cyclops, he and Eurylochus joined the still-standing men.
"We don't know what happened. he was standing one second and the next…" a man said, Polities not recognizing his face.
He stepped forward and took a quick inspection. The cyclops looks asleep, his breaths slow and deep. But something is off. It looks familiar... 
"Captain… must have put lotus in the wine."
Where is the captain?” A voice from the crowd asked.
There was a pause of silence. It said the answer far better than words could.
Polities saw the shock and confusion ripple through the crowd and the despair that soon followed.
Knowing he had to change the subject, he asked, “How are we going to escape? We can’t kill the cyclops, or we will be trapped inside.”
“And what shall we do with our fallen friends?” Asked another voice from the crowds.
Eurylochus, whilst ordering everyone to scout around the cave, replied, “we shall have to leave them here.”
Polites spun around in shock. 
“Leave our friends here!? The least we can do is give them a proper burial!”
“Carrying the bodies will slow us down,”
“So we leave them here to rot!?”
“We will likely have to retreat onto the boats and set sail as fast as possible. There is no room on the boats for bodies and no time for us to bury them.”
Knowing he is correct yet still refusing to leave them, polities stomped off.
Eurylochus watched as he lugged the bodies together and whisked around looking for something. Soon he had long sticks stacked in a cone shape. Swiftly he knew what he was making. A funeral pyre.
Looking around the cavern, he decided he could spare a few men.
Just as Polites was trying to light the pyre, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Jumping in shock, he turned around he saw a trio of men standing behind him.
"Eurylochus sent us to help." said the one who put his hand on his shoulder.
Polites looked over at where Eurylochus was. He was standing with his back firmly towards Polites, ordering the men to sharpen the cyclops' club.
Even during all of this, he smiled. Not as big as his other ones, just a small, fond one. But a smile nonetheless.
. . .
Looking at the pyre burning with the smoke drifting to the top of the ceiling, he felt a pang of sadness. Odysseus is dead. Ithica has lost its king, Penelope has lost her husband, Telemachus has lost his dad, who he didn't even get to know or meet. He had lost his friend. And the world doesn't even know of his death.
He looked down at the sword in his hands. Odysseus sword. He grips it tightly, and then, right there, he makes a promise. He would not let Odysseus go to the underworld with regrets. He would make it back home and tell Telemachus of his dad, so many stories that he would feel like he has known him all his life. He would make it back and tell Penelope the terrible news and offer the comfort he knows she will need. He would make it back home.
Behind him, Eurylochus walked up to him till they were side to side. They stood there for a moment, watching the pyre flicker and burn.
Then in unison, they turned and walked back to the crowd of men with the club now sharpened into a spear.
They would remember them.
And behind them, the flames of those who've gone burned.
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dreamlogic · 3 months
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2024 year of charlie gets a fucking break (hopefully. maybe. tbd.)
#ctxt#i'm on medication that's reduced my post-hysterectomy pain by about 70%#i have an intake appointment with a physical therapist in march & a referral to start trigger point injections#to hopefully finally recover as completely as possible from the nightmarish neuropathy that's plagued me since uuuhhhh#going on 2 years ago. holy shit. genuinely can't believe i've been surviving & functioning as well as i have for this long#while suffering a disabling & extremely painful surgical complication. fuck my original surgeon for brushing me off during that time#but the new provider i'm working with is so responsive & thorough in her approach & seems genuinely committed#to helping me finally get relief after all this time. she listens to my feedback & is flexible in her approach#and her assistant is a great communicator who's been handling most of the logistics of care coordination for me#and what a huge fucking relief that is. to not have to drag my doctors kicking & screaming towards maybe treating me eventually#i wanna cry. i finally feel like i'm being taken seriously and cared for. and i'm not BETTER yet (might never be the same as i was pre-op)#but i actually feel optimistic for the first time in over a year that i won't just have to deal with this agonizing pain on my own forever#i might actually see enough improvement that i can start to get back to living my life instead of just surviving it#money is tighter than it's been since i got laid off during early pandemic and that's stressing me out#but i promised myself that i would put my health first in 2024 and that means only working the bare minimum needed to pay my bills for now#genuinely i so fucking needed a break. i felt like i was trying to swim through a meat grinder last year#and it wasn't until i ended up in the ER about it that i finally was able to take my own pain seriously enough#to put my foot down & make some necessary changes that are now letting me focus on Getting Well With Myself at last#in hindsight it's like. really freaking me out how thoroughly i was able to compartmentalize & dissociate from how miserable i was#bc nobody who had the ability to help me would take me seriously & my shitty boss was like. extremely textbook emotionally abusive#and on one hand that was a survival mechanism that kept me on my feet during one of the worst times of my life. so props to myself there#but it was also very maladaptive how long & unnecessarily it went on before i snapped out of it & escalated things for my own safety#it was the same helpless frustration i often felt as a kid of like 'well nobody is on my side but me so i gotta suck it up & help myself'#and i think the family trauma shit that was going on last year definitely contributed to that. idk sense of doubling across time?#and things had to get Extremely Bad before they were bad enough for me to realize that although i felt like it#i am no longer an isolated & parentified island of a child who is beholden to the whims of ignorant & indifferent adults#i actually can and should take action to advocate for myself bc i am an adult and i CAN now change my circumstances as needed#instead of just enduring them as if i'm stuck there with no agency or chance to change things#and i have a really solid support system who helped me feel like it was possible to stand up for myself to get the help i desperately need#chronic blogging
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im-a-goat-in-disguise · 5 months
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Are you ready to kill yourself yet
I don't think I'm ever going to consider killing myself, anon. I have quite good mental health and I don't even make those kinds jokes. Anyway if you had to choose between owning infinity flamingos or infinity bunnies which would you choose? I think I'd go with the flamingos simply because they look sillier and the result would be a bright pink universe instead of a brown one, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on the matter
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cozymochi · 14 days
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never watch the original z sagas (especially namek) then turn on and watch every movie from the super era, worst mistake of my life
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lightdancer1 · 8 days
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See the further irony is:
That in using 'Mall Goth Sauron' as the take on Dark Willow over 'misogynist has character randomly killed for LULZ' it also allows for greater accountability on the one hand and for Season 7 to thematically focus on repairing all this damage in the midst of facing an enemy of shadows reliant on lies to further itself. The only way to break the Druj is the absolute Truth in a very Zoroastrian sense. Characters don't get to neatly skip past accountability for their actions, and this would spiral over into further later seasons with the essential reality that in an otherwise lower-level setting this one random girl from California is a Dark Phoenix-tier reality warper and the most powerful person on the planet, or the universe.
And the questions of how that power could and should be employed on the one hand and that Willow is essentially a Doctor Strange type who beats up Gods and Eldritch Abominations for her regular line of work where her counterparts deal with the more 'street level' crises would in turn be the logical conclusion of where the show ends. She doesn't do as much physical fighting for the same reason that Stephen Strange never uses magic to go punch the Hulk in the face, her narrative role is ultimately that of Sorceress Supreme of Earth, with literally nobody in an ancient established war anticipating that this one random ginger from California was and is the new Sorceress Supreme and that if they had had such awareness the realities are that this power would and could have taken worse forms.
Unfortunately for the world, the reality too is that it is a shy computer geek who has a not at all subtle dark side and the usual teenage anxieties and insecurities given the equivalent of being able to reliably actually do things other people might dream of but can never do.
But again as long as Dawn Summers being a good thing is a narrative convention that's established memory magic is a poor choice to show the corrupting effects of reality-warping. It's a case of 'yes as established in canon all of this is true for that one season but then they decided to retcon it, so the fans are not obligated to care about it any more than the canon does about this itself.'
#willow rosenberg#tara maclay#dawn summers#you will never convince me as long as Dawn Summers is a plot device that 'memory magic unforgivable' is anything but bad writing#it was the choice used but there are other equally toxic things that could have been done instead#the basic theme of 'very powerful person decides things for another in an abusive fashion' works just as well without it#Tara's growth arc in refusing to tolerate abuse even from the person who brought her out of her shell can stand perfectly fine#it works even better with a budding Sauron than abruptly deciding 'wholesale memory rewrites good retail unforgivable.'#killing Tara off also denies her any sense of closure or ability to get that closure with the person who does this#the entire element here with the way things went down is bad writing from Point A to point Z#and it's also easily forgotten but Tara wasn't in fact intended to be Willow's love interest#she was replacement Willow for sympathy points#her entire arc as such became Willow X Tara but it was a choice from actor chemistry#So in giving Tara a role besides 'Willow's Girlfriend' it arguably does better by her character#tara x willow#btvs#and yes yes the 'scale changes things' argument is true but only to a point#it's really no different to introduce Dawn than what Willow did#if the retail is wrong so is the wholesale and the decisions to make this that point of no return is an avoidable mistake#plus honestly imagine a Season 7 Tara going 'sweetie no' and a Season 7 Willow dealing with those consequences in real time#equally one can have Tara's cold turkey approach stick exactly as it was#and serve as her role in the time bomb because she's a product of an abusive family and not an infallible moral guide#she rightly sees the problem and at least tries to address it when nobody else did#but unfortunately her solution was pouring gasoline on the fire and then vacating the range where the fire would burn#still further between that and Willow being human enough to resent being told to take that pain and do it going it alone#there'd be plenty of reasons for a surviving Tara and Willow to spend season 7 broken up as is#Tara would not at all be wrong to be wary and not want to touch reformed Sauron with a 400 foot pole#Willow equally would resent someone whose bad advice helped create the problem and who evades any recognition thereof#good old fashioned drama with entirely human motives
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the-punforgiven · 1 year
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Decided just now that it'd be really funny to have a whole bunch of different d&d characters who are all like former knights of the same order or crestfallen sellswords from the same mercenary company but also have all of them individually believing for their own reasons that they are the last surviving member of their group
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pinksilvace · 7 months
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people will really draw anything but what they're supposed to (I'm people)
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foxxsong · 1 year
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Fuckin love it (sarcasm, if that's not obvious) when Jewish people come onto a post and respectfully ask people to stop comparing every atrocity to Nazi Germany for shock value while giving examples of other comparisons to use and some random gentile prick decides that no, actually THIS TIME it's accurate and it would in fact be WORSE to find something else to compare it to because other things don't have enough shock value to make their point before proceeding to have the gall to imply that it's not overused and that Jews are selfish for not wanting it constantly brought up.
Like, congrats for contributing to the issue of desensitizing people to the Holocaust and telling Jews that you don't care if their murders are being used for your own purposes. Good job further proving that the left only cares about Jewish pain when they can use it to sensationalize issues they care about or that could effect them personally.
But sure, let's further propagate the whole "canary in the coal mine" trope. As if the suffering of Jews doesn't matter unless real victims could be next.
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pocketramblr · 1 year
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i cannot believe you people voted this man as both the most tragic backstory and ending. this guy. least tragic linky boy. are yall kidding me.
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straydogged · 3 months
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a lot of my high school "friends" are getting married to each other and other people I knew and it's... making me really fucking bitter ngl. like, I'm engaged, I have been for years. it's not that. I guess it's more like bitterness that they're all still friends. I know I didn't make much effort to keep up with them after dropping out, but the truth is I don't think I was ever part of that group the way I thought I was. I remember them planning a party I wasn't invited to in front of me, pretty vividly. I remember that they never seemed to really care about my presence one way or another... I was on the fringes. always on the fringes, tolerated at best. I was too autistic to pick up on that at the time, I think. sure, I had classes with them and we shared a lot of extracurriculars. and a lot of us had gone to the same middle school. thinking back, I think most of them had gone to the same elementary school, too.
I don't know where I'm going with this. I guess I just feel lonely. untethered. when I'm gone, who will remember me? not my classmates. not the people I thought I was friends with. it's like my life before 19 just never happened. there's only one tie left from my childhood.
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princesilverlining · 1 month
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Please..... come with me.
We may both be married, but we can still adventure? You're not king, so...
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