#the great exodus

[allerghen]

千秋、可曾回头？

#muuart #lang qianqiu #tgcf fanart #good lord i forgot how tumblr worked #the great exodus of twitter fnfngkdkf #tgcf #xie lian

[heiligetod]

“22 If people are fighting and hit a pregnant woman and she gives birth prematurely but there is no serious injury, the offender must be fined whatever the woman’s husband demands and the court allows. 23 But if there is serious injury, you are to take life for life, 24 eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, 25 burn for burn, wound for wound, bruise for bruise."

Exodus 21:22-25

So basically the actual BIBLE says that the life of a fetus is NOT equal to a woman's life according to God's law.

Wow. The way y'all are straight up lying to justify your hatred towards women by religious reasons. Just wow.

#Exodus 21:22–25 #the idea to read a whole Bible by myself was a great idea #mine #🕊️ #pro life #pro-life #pro choice #anti choice #abortion #abortion laws #anti abortion #catholic #christian #bible #bible verse #scripture

[transingthoseformers]

In the aligned continuity family, from all the numbers we've/I've been given,

Wheeljack is older than Megatron.

Enjoy.

#maccadam #transformers #he was born in the age of origins while Megatron was born in the age of wrath #older #he's also from what I've got older than Soundwave #i do not think we get any pre- time as a Vosian general ideas for Starscream other than ''may or may not have been a scientist'' #plus we don't know exactly how lONG THE GODDAMN AGES WERE. i doubt it was equal amounts of time per one either #it might not be a good idea to let me go nuts with this again #from what I've got on the other tab in front of me ratty was born in the age of evolution #motherfucker's old as balls even if it was towards the very very tail end of it #... which is likely #also the great exodus was ''a few thousand years ago'' meaning cybertron lasted pretty goddamn long into the war #of course it could mean 3k or it could mean 700k in terms of a few thousand fuck if i know #tf worldbuilding?

[gusujay]

Hey doc? Yeah we got another patient. Yeah it’s artyom again. He got radiation sickness again. Yeah he’s currently shivering shaking screaming in pain. Yeah he’s probably gonna go to the surface again in a couple days.

*a week passes*

Hey doc? Yeah it’s artyom again

#metro #metro 2033 #artyom #metro last light #metro exodus #just started exodus and other than how forced artyom and Anna’s relationship feels I’m having a great time

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1844 – Irish Catholics in the Kensington slum area of Philadelphia are attacked by a mob of Nativists, a group of virulent anti-Catholic, anti-immigrant activists.

The Philadelphia Nativist Riots (also known as the Philadelphia Prayer Riots, the Bible Riots and the Native American Riots) were a series of riots that took place between 6-8 May and 6-7 July 1844, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and the adjacent districts of Kensington and Southwark. The riots were a result of rising anti-Catholic sentiment at the growing population of Irish Catholic…

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#1844 #Bible Riots #Exodus #Firefighters #Great Hunger #Irish Catholics #Irish Immigrants #Nanny Goat Market #Nativist Riots #Philadelphia #Popery #Protestants #The Kensington Riots

[goddess-of-graphite]

The Great Notes App Exodus: Half-Dead and Still Kicking

The thing is, Jason’s been a ghost for a while, okay? Six whole months, and it’s been a goddamn adjustment, being capable of floating through walls and falling through furniture if he’s not careful, if he’s not concentrating. He goes unseen and unheard in a manor too full of grieving to only be residence of two people - Alfred keeps his room tidy and untouched, as if it’s a shrine to keep care of, and Bruce is…

Jason is, was, Robin, so he can’t quite help himself from following in Batman’s shadow as the man patrols, more vicious, more brutal than Jason has ever seen him. He takes more risks, gets injured more often - and it’s terrifying, the way Batman grieves, as if trying to follow him into the grave. So Jason follows, unbeating heart in his throat, and only relaxes again when Bruce is safe in the manor, sleeping off whatever injuries he got during the night.

He can’t interact with the world, but he can watch the shades of past residents going about their lives, and he learns things from doing this even as he fears becoming them one day, mindlessly replaying a life long passed. He can snoop and explore without worry for being caught, and if he ever gets bored he can practice flying (so much harder than it seems - he’s careful never to go too high, too worried that he won’t be able to come back down again, even with the ceaseless curiosity in the back of his mind wondering - just how far can I go? Beyond the sky? Could he touch the stars, if he wanted?) and when everything is terrible, when the memories of his death, his last few hours of life, haunt him, when he is drowning in his own head, he finds distractions; the way the air currents sometimes seem to react to him, trying to move things like ghosts do in those terrible movies, chattering to whoever is around and pretending they can hear him, finding mysteries to solve (what’s up with that camera kid, anyway? He’d never noticed him before…) and trying to read books in the library through sheer force of will, usually ending up just reciting the parts he knows.

(Two months and a bit in to this whole “ghost” thing, he finds out the deal with the camera kid. Jason can only be relieved because, kid’s got a point - and Bruce seems to do better with someone to protect, to teach, to watch over.

He’s not practically tearing people apart with his bare hands anymore. He’s not taking hits he should have been able to avoid anymore. He’s not lurking at the edge of rooftops anymore, staring at the ground as if contemplating how far away it is.)

And Tim… he’s weird, but brilliant, and Jason feels a little protective of him. Follows him whenever he goes out, sharp eyes watching his back regardless of whether he can protect it or not (and maybe it’s his imagination, but the world seems more real when he’s watching over Tim, closer and present in a way he can almost feel, as if he could actually affect the world, if he just tried hard enough - if he just needed to desperately enough).

And then, six months after his-… after this ghost thing started, something… changes.

Something Happens, and he can almost taste the strange Knowing - something, somewhere, has gone wrong, or perhaps right, and the ripples extend beyond the event, slipping into each corner of the universe with the subtlety of a truck, and yet somehow unnoticed.

The ghosts notice. Pale shades lift their heads, existing outside of their own memories for the first time in an age - and Jason, who is new, who is Robin, who lived in Gotham where all things become possible, is hit by the wave of Something Happening Elsewhere Rippling Out and wakes up in a box.

In a coffin.

(But Jason has been a ghost for six months, and the pain of living again is enough to reach for the existence of being a ghost, and by the time he has sorted himself out and half-clawed, half-floated his way out of his grave (again), he doesn’t expect himself to be anything but what he has been for the past six months.)

(And then, of course, he discovers he can interact with the world if he concentrates, if he wants it enough, and he assumes that Whatever That Was made him a stronger ghost.

It’s not an unfair assessment. Incorrect, but not beyond reason.

Why would he think he came back to life, anyway? That’s a bit far-fetched, really.)

#tangentially a danny phantom crossover but it’s not hugely important #graphite writes #i have so many random bits of writing in my notes #this is me basically setting them free into the world #lmao enjoy ig #DC #Jason Todd #Jason Todd is a ghost #The Great Notes App Exodus #I figured the deal here was Danny’s misadventures with stuff like the reality gauntlet causing a ripple effect #and because Danny is a halfa the rest of the multiverse kind of gets a template of his existence #thereby making the creation of halfas more likely in places they wouldn’t have formed before #… such as the dcu #so yeah Jason is a halfa but coming at it from the opposite angle than danny #and for most of the time his human form is kind of sleeping and healing from his death wounds #but he starts needing to eat and stuff as a ghost in the meantime in order to maintain his living half #and the ripple also caused the ghosts closest to Jason’s haunt to become more aware #like proper ghosts rather than the shades they were #that’ll probably extend to Gotham later as Jason gets stronger and thus gains the ability to filter the city’s manky ecto more and more #especially if he’s not using up a whole lot of energy fighting ghosts like Danny does #so the surplus is just kind of siphoned off by Gotham where other entities can feed on it #and become stronger #>:3c

[day0fnight]

• another metro exodus photodump, i have officially finished the main game ^^ now i’m onto the the dlc stuff

#vera ! #would i replay this game just to see duke again? #absolutely #genuinely a great game though #almost a ten out of ten #metro exodus #metro

[winged-fool]

Tumblr: *invites everyone on Twitter to join tumblr as the site falls apart*

Also tumblr: *immediately crashes because of the influx of new users*

#Legendary I swear #This ain't a trash website for nothing #the great twitter migration #the great twitter exodus

[hussyknee]

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employees are going to WHAT

#Elon musk #muskapocalypse #the great twitter exodus #twitter #twitter news #knee of huss

[mann-walter]

To me, Transformers Prime is Bayverse, but the universe chooses not to be mean for fun toward Optimus Prime.

#the Bayverse is mean toward everyone #but especially him #think about it #The Fallen killed his tribe off #leaving only him #and maybe Sentinel #although the people in-universe had a difficult time accepting it #then there was the war against a former brother-in-arms #then there was the ruin of his civilization #then there was the great exodus scattering his people across the universe #then there's his uneasy stay on Earth where he has to do a country's bidding in exchange for an insecure place to stay #then there's the whole genocide thing that saw his people suffering unethical experimentations #and on top of that: a lot of dead friends and a traitor of a mentor #Earth—or the U. S. govt—in TFP is much kinder #the war was still devastating and there is still Transformers hunting for science #but the whole thing just feels milder #transformers bayverse #transformers prime #transformers aligned continuity #bayverse optimus prime #tfp optimus prime #optimus prime #transformers #Mann Walter

[daydreaming-in-daisies]

a club penguin membership had way more value than a blue check on twitter ever will

#elon twitter #elon musk #twitter exodus #lmao #words #thoughts #club penguin #yall remember how great club penguin was? #i used to be SO jealous of people who had the paid membership #like you had a ton of outfits to choose from and you could deck the fuck out of your igloo #good times #twitter #im pretty sure the cp membership was less expensive that twitter #like wasn't is $6 or something like that

[externalconceit]

“Men without morals are dangerous beasts.” (EMMA TO HER GREAT GREAT GRAMMY)

DARK FAIRY TALES MEME - @emmatriarchy - SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING

"Oh, my dear." She towers over Emma, fingers skimming along the tree tops as the wood bends to her touch. The way they sag forward is reminiscent of wilting flowers, but the leaves remain bright and green, and the trees go back to jutting, proud and tall as she flicks her fingers out in a gentle reminder to 'mind your posture!' "Emma." She smiles at the tiny scrap of her grandchild below, bright as a diamond and so remarkably powerful.

(Perhaps her favorite of them all? But, she does adore Samuel, and Christian is a boy after her own heart--)

"'Morality'." It sounds so charming when she says it, that lilting little word. Her green eyes are scathing, however. "'The morality of men' went out with the First Crusade."

"They'll need killing, of course." But... Krakoa does have its laws. "What will you do now?"

#:GREAT GREAT GRAMMY!: #:I've been off Shar since '97 started so let me get back into the swing: #:I don't know what they're talking about and I rewrote the line about morality like 20 times and still don't like it but fuck it we ball: #:Shar is very much like 'oh sure go for it' with Emma's ideas: #:and obviously does not like crusaders so that's two of my characters who dislike Exodus:

[churruption]

PPL FROM TWITTER

you’re probably going to have to slingshot a rock at my head bc i cannot tell who is who but i’m happy to see you

#the great twitter migration #the great twitter exodus

[moonlight-eternal]

⏳

"You are all fools," Quelana says. "Gwyneth, Quelathi, you two have always been fools, though for different reasons. Quelaag, Gwyndolin, you're usually smarter than this. Come on, think it through!"

"I have thought as much as I need to," Gwyneth retorts, brash as ever. So little respect he has for anything but strength of arms, for which so little thought is ever needed. "If we succeed in this, then Father will have no need to sacrifice himself as he plans, for the First Flame will burn again without his kindling. That is reason enough."

"And if you fail?"

Quelaag opens her mouth to respond, but is cut off before she can speak by Gwyneth once more. "We shall not!"

On the other side of the room, Quelare puts her face in her hands and shakes her head. She turns away, but cannot bring herself to leave the room and stop listening.

"It is a wonderful and noble goal," Quelavere cuts in, trying to placate her older brother. "But I cannot feel confident in something so unprecedented. Tampering with a Lord Soul..."

Finally, Gwyndolin musters the courage to speak up. "Lord Souls are the closest thing known to the First Flame, born from it in those very first moments. I agree that the risk is significant, but the situation is becoming desperate. At the very least, we must do something. We must try."

"Everyone is depending on us, whether they know it or not," Quelathi adds.

Quelana sighs. "I understand that," she says carefully. "But there is a difference between controlled experimentation and wanton tinkering. Quelaag, I know it was not your idea, but you were the first to voice support and unlike Gwyneth you actually live here in Izalith, so... Could you not have asked Mother at any point before now, for permission to study the Lord Soul? Could you not have invited her to the discussion alongside us all?"

Quelaag shuffles her feet, and hesitates. "I– yes. I could have." She glances to her brother, then back. "He said it would be better not to involve her."

"Mother might put a stop to the plan," Gwyneth asserts. "She has no love for Father, this has been plainly known for centuries. Ever since she built this wretched place so far away, so deep beneath the earth as if to hide from the sunlight itself!"

Immediately, flames appear in the hands of several of the witch-sisters. Quelare stalks over to rejoin the group at last, tilting her head upward to meet Gwyneth's eyes. "Need we remind you that you are guests here, dear brothers? If you desire sunlight, then run along and bask in the rays above, and let those of us with more sense devise a plan."

She strikes her palm toward Gwyneth's chest, and in a display of great control, extinguishes the ball of flame just a fraction of a second before contact.

Gwyndolin looks down and pulls her traveling cloak tighter around her shoulders.

"Ah! Right, my apologies," Quelare says as her gaze passes over the youngest sibling. "You, singular brother and yet another sister, are guests in Izalith." To Gwyndolin alone, quieter: "If you want to fit in with the girls, we really must get you a proper black dress."

"If we could return to the topic at hand," Quelana emphasizes, glaring at each gathered sibling in turn. "That side of the room want to do something very rash, without any prior testing to learn the limits and the capabilities of what they would tamper with, and it could save the world or it could... well, we don't know what could happen if they fail, because they've done no testing. Meanwhile, on this side of the room, we have the level-headed people."

"You mean the people too scared to try to help," Quelaag tells her at once.

Quelavere inserts herself physically between the two, addressing the younger sister. "She means the people who favor caution, but not abandonment of the goal. I for one would love for Gwyneth's idea to succeed! But I cannot bring myself to participate, not if you go ahead with it right now."

"I will observe," the previously silent Quelaca finally speaks up. "But at the first sign of trouble, I will seek out Mother and inform her of the proceedings with her stolen Lord Soul."

"I too will watch from a safe distance," Quelavere says. "But I know such science is beyond my skill."

"I suspect it may be beyond any of us," Gwyndolin says quietly, but not quite soft enough to be unheard. "But I stand by my brother in this, even if in so little else. I cannot watch the world fade and do nothing. For all I wish to escape Father's watchful, controlling eye, I cannot allow his death to be without purpose."

Quelana looks around the group, and finds that the opposition is solidly outnumbered by those in favor and those abstaining. She sighs again, exasperated, and relents as much as she is able. "I'm not going near whatever you idiots cook up," she declares. "And when you fail to produce another First Flame, come back to me then and I can try, once again, to teach you the importance of using science in your magic."

"Quelana, please," her sister Quelathi begs. The youngest of those in Izalith, senior only to Gwyndolin, she has long since mastered the art of wide puppy eyes. "Mother's Lord Soul is the soul of Life. What better catalyst could there be, to create a Flame that rekindles our world's existence? How could it possibly lead to anything else?"

Quelana, ever the pragmatist, only frowns. "I would like to think you all are correct. I would like to have that hope, that something other than a direct linking of soul energy to the First Flame could suffice. I want you to know I am not opposed to the goal, or even the method! What is anathema to me is the recklessness. The risk. It is the fact that you are doing this without knowing that it will work."

"Then tell us," Gwyndolin asks her. "You are the closest thing we have to an expert on the mechanics of flame sorcery. Mother may have more raw power, Quelare may have more precise control, but you know how it works. Tell us, if we do this... what is the worst that could happen?"

#pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr #ask game #glimpse of the past #ooc: oops I accidentally a thousand words #ooc: what's the worst that could happen? certainly not chaos and lava and demons and mass exodus and death #ooc: certainly not Quelaag; Quelathi; and Gwyndolin all getting transformed below the waist into giant spiders or a collection of snakes #ooc: and Gwyneth getting a full body mutation because he was even closer to the chaos than they were; ending up as a lava-oozing giant #ooc: the worst that could happen definitely wouldn't include Mother's death and the abandonment of all of Izalith as uninhabitable #ooc: it wouldn't lead to Quelaca not making it out of the city in time; and Quelana becoming a hermit in the Great Swamp #ooc: it wouldn't lead to Gwyndolin and Quelavere returning to Anor Londo in disgrace; and Quelavere replacing Gwyneth as heir of sunlight #ooc: it wouldn't lead to Quelare bravely venturing back into the cursed city and pledging to guard the new bed of chaos and keep others awa #ooc: it certainly wouldn't lead to Father sacrificing his life to save the world anyway; exactly the thing this experiment was meant to sto #ooc: no of course not; none of that; clearly Quelana is just being overly cautious and should let the others go ahead

[cantsomeoneelsedoit]

Overreading Undead Unluck Masterpost

This blog is for my re-read/read-along/overreading of Undead Unluck, which is a manga you should check out. I'll be pointing out various things I like and things that match up with my theory. Hope you enjoy reading my ramblings. I very well may be wrong about all of it.

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#overreading undead unluck #why is it every time I come back to tumblr theres a mass exodus #tumblr is always imploding #a great time to start a new blog

[acerikus]

Yeah no hard disagree with this post. I'd understand the logic maybe a few months ago, but tumblr is making some EXTREMELY questionable decisions rn that really don't deserve rewarding.

Are they financially struggling? Yes. Is that bad for us? Also yes, but their solution is even worse! We've seen how they're planning to strip down posts, hide notes and move tumblr away from being a blogging platform and more into a twitter-instagram-tiktok mashup. American users are gonna stay stuck with tumblr live (which they confirmed is here to stay), they're stripping away huge amounts of features, and they're telling epileptic people to BUY AD-FREE IF ADS ARE STROBING TOO MUCH.

Honestly, if you'd told me they were in the red and planning to open donations/do crab day last year, I might've even donated. But tumblr needs to learn that pulling this shit is NOT gonna start making them money. If they want to get out of the red they've gotta start caring about their users.

Don't give them a damn penny till they back down from some of this shit. I'd rather watch the site burn to the ground without funding than watch it become a sanitised social media clone filled with advertisers and nothing that makes tumblr tumblr.

#the fact that someone blazed this. war and hate on planet earth this post is so annoying #you wouldn't pay ppl in any other industry for actively trying to ruin your life so why would you here? #pay them or whatever but like. if you do I'm v much not on your side lmao #things like blazing and badges were creative ways to make money but. their current plans to change the website are awful #and shouldn't be rewarded #don't support crab day and let them know exactly WHY #or at this rate we're gonna see the second great tumblr exodus #(as in leaving. not taking refuge here) #the only people who are gonna stay if this keeps happening is twitter users. do y'all really wanna be stuck here w a bunch of twitter users