#there were so many divisive opinions about his hair

[chalamet-chalamet]

FEBRUARY 3, 2018

#timothee chalamet #sbiff #there were so many divisive opinions about his hair #you just had to be there haha #timothée chalamet #santa barbara international film festival #February 3

[malfoyswand]

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

summary: draco malfoy pays you a visit in the infirmary after the battle of hogwarts, leading to healing for the both of you.

word count: 1.5k

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: none, besides mention of the cruciatus curse being used

➪ masterlist

You were woken up from your slumber by the feeling of a cold ice pack being pressed upon your head. Sighing softly in relief, you were thankful for the care Madam Pomfrey had provided you these last few hours. 

To be honest, you weren’t entirely sure what led you here. You could remember preparing for the battle against Voldemort and fighting off a few Death Eaters. Then, the world went black. 

Madam Pomfrey had been kind enough to fill you in. According to several students, one of the Death Eaters had used the Cruciatus curse on you. You fell to the ground and hit your head, causing a concussion along the way. The Death Eater had assumed you were dead after using the curse so many times, and left you lying there. 

But still, you don’t remember anything at all. Then again, you were not thinking about fighting off the Death Eaters at the time. Your mind was on something, someone, entirely different. 

“Thank you, Madam Pomfrey.” Your voice harshly spoke out as you winced slightly before opening your eyes. However, it wasn’t Madam Pomfrey holding the ice pack against your head. 

It was none other than Draco Malfoy. 

Only then did you realize the looks both of you, rather him, were getting. Your ears could hear the whispers of classmates besides you, asking each other how Malfoy had the nerve to step into Hogwarts after all his family had done. 

“Are you real?” That was all you could manage to say, oh, how idiotic that must have sounded. But truthfully, you thought this was a dream. 

You hadn’t truly gotten the opportunity to look at him up close for nearly a year, until now. His skin was much paler than before and his hair seemed to shine brightly in the setting sunlight. He looked like an angel who was here to pick you up and carry you away. 

The sound of his laughter drew you from your thoughts. “Even in the aftermath of a war, you still manage to find a joke. That’s talent, (Y/L/N).” 

You wasted no time in sitting up, wrapping your arms tightly around the Slytherin man before you. You weren’t sure if it was more for you or for him. 

“Draco Malfoy! I told you, keep her laying down, or else you’ll be kicked out of here, understand?” Madam Pomfrey wasn’t exactly too pleased with the Malfoy family, or any of the Death Eaters for that matter. In her view, they were the direct cause for every bed in the infirmary to be full. 

“Yes, Madam. My apologies.” Draco spoke softly, as if he was afraid to upset her. He helped you lay back down before sitting on the edge of the bed, keeping the ice pack pressed against your forehead. 

“I know I must be the last person you may want to see right now. But I have a reason I’m here, I swear it.” He continued to speak, his eyes scanning nervously over your face. 

You wouldn’t go that far, but you were confused to see him. You hadn’t spoken to him in almost a year, since the two of you had broken up during the sixth year. You knew he was a Death Eater, and you tried to love him through it. It was only a matter of time before Draco was ordered to eliminate all distractions, including you. 

It had been painful. You knew Draco Malfoy was not the villain of this story, but so many had painted him to be so. He never wanted to try to kill Dumbledore, or to destroy Hogwarts. The school was his home, a place of comfort where he could escape from his family. Unfortunately for the both of you, he had allowed the opinions of others to cause a division in your relationship.

He breathed a sigh of relief once he realized you weren’t going to force him out of the infirmary. “I tried to look for you during the battle, (Y/N). Once we..” He winced slightly at the notion of referring to himself as part of Voldemort’s army. “..were inside the castle, I was looking for you in every room he forced us into. My father became aware of what I was doing, he wouldn’t let me out of his sight to look for you on my own.”

“I should have done more to get free of his grasp, I could have prevented you getting hurt.” His eyes were full of despair and self-hatred as he looked at your head, along with the various bruises along your body. “I was praying to some higher power that I would find you first, not another Death Eater. Merlin, I wish I did. I never-”

He was interrupted by the sound of your own voice. “Draco, please, stop. None of what happened is your fault, okay?”

What he confessed left you speechless, you didn’t quite know what to say. You didn’t think his focus would be on finding you, his ex-girlfriend, during the battle. If anything, his focus should have been on surviving. Why would he even bother searching for you, what would have happened if he did find you?

“But it is!” His voice raised slightly, causing every other patient to turn their heads towards you two. After everyone went back to their conversations, he continued in a softer tone. “It is, don’t you understand? I should have followed my gut and never become a Death Eater. Bloody hell, I should have left my family behind while I’m at it. I would have saved this entire school a lot of pain.”

There was a bit of truth in his statement. In an ideal world, he should have never given into the pressures of his family. But the real world was much more complicated. Deep down, Draco lived to please his parents. He wanted to make them proud of him more than anything, the Malfoy family name survived only on his broad shoulders.

At least, the old Draco cared about the opinions of his parents. You weren’t sure about the one sitting in front of you. This one seemed much more restless and daring. 

The old Draco never would have expressed his feelings and regrets in such a carefree manner, even to those he trusted. He never would have shown up in a place that held much of those regrets, just for a girl he used to date. Nevertheless, he never would have shown up with his platinum blond hair a mess with bags under his eyes. 

“Draco, calm down.” You reached out slowly to place your hand on top of his, your thumb slowly caressing his hand. The movement was a familiar one, it was as if your body simply knew what to do when Draco was upset. Although, it used to be him comforting you. 

A soft smile appeared on his face, his fingers interlocking with yours. His eyes went back up to yours, it was as if he was searching for an answer inside your eyes. You squeezed his hand, telling him in a nonverbal way that everything was going to be fine. 

“This is pathetic. I should be the one comforting you, as you’re the one in a hospital bed.” He spoke, earning him a soft laugh escaping your lips. It was quite ironic, in all fairness. However, seeing Draco processing his feelings openly was a comforting thought. 

“You are comforting me, you know. I was surprised that you came back to see me, after everything.” The silence was heavy for a moment. That ‘everything’ held every moment that happened between the two of you. It held every conversation, every stolen glance, everything both of you were too afraid to say to the other.

He sighed softly, tilting his head to the side. “Even after all this time, you’re still surprised when I do something nice for you. Don’t you understand that I love you?”

His confession made you feel as if your breath was caught in between your throat. If you were honest with yourself, your feelings for Draco Malfoy didn’t stop the moment he left you after becoming a Death Eater. It had continued, as if your love for him was a ghost that wouldn’t leave you alone. It lingered in every room, its presence never faded.

In fact, the one thing you do remember during the battle is searching for him too. While you defended yourself, your mind was only focused on whether he was somewhere in the castle. You wondered how you could escape this situation and take him with you, safe from here. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spring that on you, especially right now.” You could faintly hear him cursing himself, you realized you hadn’t even responded to him.

“I love you too.”

That caught his attention. His eyes widened, a glimmer of hope returning to him. A slight smirk then appeared on his face, you could see the tension in his shoulders almost disappear into thin air. 

“Those were four words I thought I would never hear from you again.” He spoke softly, bringing your hand to his lips for a moment. “Now, I want you to rest that pretty head of yours and get better. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Yes, sir.” You laughed softly before closing your eyes. You knew the two of you would have more difficulties to address another day, but for now, the simple joy of Draco sitting by your side gave you an overwhelming sense of peace.

#draco #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x y/n #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy fanfic #draco fanfic #draco malfoy fic #draco fic #draco malfoy imagine #draco imagine #draco lucius malfoy #draco fluff #draco malfoy fluff

[kokinu09]

The Alien Armada Series

Disconnect

A/N: Long time no see! With Z4’s announcement, I decided to jump back into one of my many WIPs and came across this one that was a quarter of the way finished! Enjoy~

Toes the line of T —> M but I’m not changing the rating. Nothing explicit.

~*~*~*~

Being the Armada leader of a telepathic species meant having quiet moments with her own thoughts was rare for A-dison. It seemed like there was always someone chirping into her mind with a question or request for her opinion.

The majority of the time, she didn’t really mind. It was natural to their people. But her time on Earth began to make her question whether she enjoyed letting everyone into her mind so freely.

This day in particular had her questioning their extraterrestrial habit.

‘A-dison, the transmission division is doing maintenance on Mothership this evening.’ A-spen’s voice chimed in her mind.

‘Wonderful. Thank you for the update, A-spen.’ She replied silently as she applied a new lip gloss Bree had suggested for her date with Zed tonight.

‘I donated my thermal overgarment to a human who was displeased by the temperature so they would stop their constant complaining. Can I borrow one of your extras, A-dison?’ A-li asked, sounding very annoyed to begin with.

‘Of course. I always keep an extra in the Command Room aboard Mothership. Feel free to take that one.’ A-dison offered through the mind link. At the same time finished her lips with a pop and set the tube aside.

She stared at herself in the mirror; blue hair curled, makeup done, lips plump from her new gloss. The dress she’d picked out at a human shop felt soft, flowy, and breathable on her body. A very pleasant contrast to the skin-tight bodysuits she was accustomed to. But it still hugged her waist just enough to show off her curves perfectly. She smiled at her reflection, excitement and space moths fluttering in her stomach thinking about showing Zed this new look.

‘I’ve decided to participate in an event called “The Olympics”. It consists of numerous competitions on strength, speed, and endurance.’ It was A-lan this time, interrupting her thoughts. A-dison audibly huffed in frustration. But before she could reply, another voice piped in.

‘Do you think you should leave the humans something of their own to compete over?’ A-spen asked curiously.

There was a brief pause before A-lan answered. ‘The joy of competition has consumed me and, unfortunately, I am just so good at winning.’

A-dison’s annoyance rose as A-spen went back and forth with A-lan about his decision inside her head. But she took a deep breath and let it go, opting to try tuning them out as she finished getting ready.

That was until—

‘A-dison?’ She froze at A-spen calling her name. ‘You’ve been quiet for all of this. Would you like to offer your opinion?’

‘Um! I, uh,’ she tried piecing together a response, ‘A-lan is allowed to make his own choices. We should let him explore his emotions!’ She mentally patted herself on the back for managing to come up with something halfway believable on such short notice.

‘Hm, that is a good point.’ A-spen agreed, sounding calculated and almost hesitant.

‘Excellent! I am eager for the humans to eat my stardust!’ A-lan then added proudly, ‘I’m practicing the “trash talking”.’

A-dison chuckled to herself at his excitement, happy that her people were having such fun in their new home. A gentle smile graced her lips as she finished the last few things she needed to be ready for her date.

~*~

For the thousandth time, A-dison mentally responded to another question posed by the maintenance team to her via the mind link. She hadn’t even realized her expression had blanked out, again, until Zed was snapping her out of her internal conversation with a clear of his throat.

She blinked rapidly as she refocused on the green-haired boy in front of her once more. “I am sorry, what were you saying, Zed?”

She didn’t miss how his smile had already dropped and his shoulders sagged in disappointment. “Uh, nevermind, it’s not important.” He sighed, poking his half-melted froyo with his spoon.

“But it is important,” A-dison insisted as she reached a hand out to touch his free one. “I enjoy hearing about your interests.”

He glanced up at her from under his lashes skeptically, trying to tell if she was messing with him or not. “No offense but you don’t seem very interested to hear me talk about football.”

She quickly shook her head with wide eyes in denial. “No, I very much am interested, Zed! Listening to you speak of something you’re so passionate about has my chest warming to magnitudes that rival the sun!”

Zed ducked his head shyly, the tips of his ears burning red as he couldn’t help but smile and laugh. His smile doesn’t fade as his fond eyes lift to look at her, his hand squeezing hers as he once again abandons his spoon in favor of drinking her in. “I believe you, Addy.” He assured her, then tilted his head towards the door. “Why don’t we get out of here, it’s getting pretty crowded. Maybe we can watch a movie or something at my place?”

Her eyes lit up at the suggestion, taking one last bite of her vanilla froyo before she jumped up from her seat. “Yes, let’s! The prospect of getting the ‘cuddles’ while watching a fictional dramatization depicting the culture of your plant sounds wonderful!”

Zed can’t help but chuckle, getting up and happily taking her hand as they exit the popular froyo shop to head for Zed’s house.

~*~

Earth’s customs still confused A-dison at times but she could really get used to these films they call ‘RomComs’. Not only did they help her understand Earth dating culture slightly better, a great source material for research, but she also found them incredibly enjoyable. Even if she had to occasionally avert her focus to answer someone popping into her mind link. The story was still lighthearted with plenty of opportunities for laughter and she found herself glancing up at Zed every time something romantic happened between the protagonists.

Maybe their story could have been in one of these ‘RomCom’ movies.

She absentmindedly played with a button on his shirt as the movie went on. Her fingers tracing the circular pattern above his heart.

Zed had seen this movie a hundred times over the years, one of his favorites if he was honest. And he knew what was coming. It was almost to the great climax where the guy confesses to the girl. The groundbreaking moment when they leap into each other’s arms to share their first kiss and live happily ever after.

Zed knew exactly what was able to happen. So why was he so nervous about it?

Oh yeah. The girl he’s in love with is cuddled in his arms and is about to witness a very passionate kissing scene probably for the first time and he most definitely wants to replicate said scene with her. And he inwardly wondered if she would want to kiss him too.

The way her delicate fingertip drew shapes over his hammering heart made him wonder if she could tell. Did she know what she was doing to him? Was she doing it on purpose to tease him? No. As much as he would enjoy being teased by the alien, she was way too naive to know how much of an effect something so small had on him. Only because it was her doing it.

The scene began to play out on the screen. As the man confessed his feelings to the leading lady, Zed’s cheeks burned but he still tightened his hold around her shoulders, rubbed his hand up and down her arm in a gentle gesture.

A-dison didn’t pay his movements any mind, eyes fixed on the screen. Tears were welling up in the actress’s eyes as a smile spread across her face. A-dison felt her heart begin to race, unsure of how they would further express their love. The human woman rushed forward and the man did the same until they were embracing, A-dison’s hold instinctively tightened around the man in her own arms.

Zed pulled her that much closer, his eyes ignoring the movie in favor of gagging her reaction, completely mesmerized by how beautiful she is when she’s focused.

The characters stared into each other’s eyes, transfixed on seeing into their lover’s soul, seeing the love reflecting equally as passionately as their own. He started leaning in, his eyes flickering to her lips, hers hooded with anticipation. A breath is lodged in A-dison’s throat as she held it there, watching at the edge of her seat to see how the humans express their true feelings for one another.

Because even as an alien, she knows intimacy when she sees it.

The moment their lips had touched, A-dison let out a quiet gasp. She watched their expressions, trying to read how they were feeling, the music swelling into a dreamy euphoria as an assistive depiction.

Suddenly, she turned to Zed. Her eyes were wide and wild as they bounced around his face, something he had never seen with her.

“Zed,” she breathed, “can I— we— I would really like to experiment with you what they are doing.” She finally rambled out, already scooting herself up and closer to him for better access to his mouth. He couldn’t help but chuckle, cheeks burning from her bluntness.

“Yeah Addy, you can kiss me. I’d like that too.” He confessed, eyes flicking to her glossy lips.

Her heart was beating harder than it ever had before. There was a brief second that she worried it was going to explode right there in her chest.

He allowed her to make the move, giving her as much time and space as she needed. As she grew closer, he could feel her warm breath fan over his lips, subconsciously wetting them with his tongue in anticipation. A small noise falling from her as she caught sight of the movement.

She wasn’t even sure why the sight of the appendage felt so attractive to her. But the prospect of what it might feel like to taste him made her legs begin to shake.

There was a momentary pause, a hesitation from her inexperience. Her eyes slipped back up to meet his, big blue orbs full of innocence and begging for guidance. His heart melted with adoration, his hand reaching to cup her cheek gently. He closed the gap.

Their lips touch light as a feather and A-dison worried for a moment that her stardust spark had gone haywire again. But when she peeks her eyes open when they pull back, Zed showed no sign of being in pain, eyes still closed and a blissful smile gracing his features.

When Zed finally opened his eyes to see her reaction, his smile widened. The 1000-watt smile that lit up her face made the whole botched date worth it. Watching this cheeky movie was the best choice he’d ever made in his life.

“Oh, Zed!” She said in breathless eagerness. “That was interstellar!” He ducked his head shyly but the wide smile he wore didn’t falter. “May we please engage in more of the kissing?” She nearly begged.

“Of course, Baby,” his eyes softening as he tucked a stray blue curl behind her ear. “As you said, we have all the time in the galaxy.”

~*~

Even after nearly 15 minutes, A-dison was still far from getting bored of this newfound connection she could feel with Zed. Their lips locked and tongues tangled in this unknown dance of passion. Her legs seated on either side of his hips, his hands on her waist while hers cup his cheeks, tangle in his hair.

Now and then she managed to pull the sweetest noises from him; soft gasps, needy moans. Not that she was fairing much better. But she craved to hear more out of him, testing how different touches and pressures on certain parts of his body drew the sounds louder from deep in his throat.

Her lips trailed down the strong line of his jaw, experiencing with gentle scrapes of her teeth along his skin. Trailing down the column of his throat and giving the tender flesh a trustingly harder bite—

‘Greetings A-dison!’ A-spen’s voice rang loudly in her mind. Being startled with her teeth against her lover’s neck, her jaw clamped unexpectedly and made Zed yelp. ‘I hope I’m not interrupting your evening!’

A-dison quickly pulled back. “Zed! Are you ok?! I am so sorry!” She apologized frantically, checking the spot on his neck for any punctures that might need attention. Sighing in relief at finding none too serious.

“I’m ok, don’t worry,” he assured her with a flushed smile, still affected by their extended make-out session. “What happened? Are you ok?”

“Uh, yeah! I’m alright!” She let out a nervous laugh but quickly decided she could not keep trying to hide it from him. With a heavy sigh, she opened her mouth to explain—

‘Ummm? Hello? A-dison? Are you conscious? Do I need to call the medics?’ A-spen once again interrupted.

‘I am fine, A-spen! No need to alert the medics. I was just, in the middle of something.’ She replied in the mind link.

‘Oh! Apologies! I will allow you to complete your task and return with my inquiry shortly!’ And with that, they were gone again.

“—dison? A-dy? Are you sure you’re ok?” Zed’s worried voice broke through her thoughts, hands gently gripping her shoulders.

“Yes! I’m fine! I-I’m sorry Zed,” she murmured, dropping her head in defeat. Unsure of what to do now. “I have not been completely honest with you this evening.”

Zed blinked in confusion. “What do you mean, Baby? Is something the matter?” His brows furrowed with concern.

“No no, there’s not anything wrong with me. It has more to do with…my nature.” She admitted. “I’m sure you have heard about our mind linking abilities?” Seeing him nod along, she went on. “They are doing maintenance on Mothership as we speak and all night I have been intercepting communications with the crew. Answering questions, giving my opinion, or advice,” she listed off with another sigh. “And just now, I had gotten surprised by A-spen popping in out of nowhere and ended up almost hurting you.” She said, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

When she opened her eyes again, he could see the frustration and sincere apology swimming in her stormy blue orbs. “I never meant to ignore you, or hurt you! I wanted our date to be special and all I did was mess it up…”

Zed lifted his hand to cradle her jaw cheek, stroking his thumb across her cheekbone affectionately. “You didn’t mess up anything, A-dy. Tonight has been one of the best nights of my life!”

“Really?” Her eyes sparkling with hope.

“Yeah, really.” He assured her, leaning back in for a soft kiss to her lips. “And if you wanna continue where we left off~,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, “maybe you can just cut the connection for a little while? It can be just us for a bit.”

She wanted to mentally smack herself. Why hadn’t that option even crossed her mind?

Without a second thought, she zoned into the universe mind link with her people. ‘Greetings everyone. For the remainder of the evening, I will be unavailable via mind link. Please refer questions to A-spen, as my second in command, or I will be available to answer tomorrow morning. Thank you.’

Then she disconnected. Not waiting for a response. Not explaining herself further. Just disconnected.

There was a strange wave of relief that washed over her in that moment. Relief of the responsibilities. Relief in knowing no one would pop into her head without warning or consent. Relief of knowing she could relax for once.

And the adrenaline rushing through her veins from actually doing it!

Her wide, wild gaze snapped to Zed’s. He could practically feel the shift in her energy, his hands sliding back to their comfortable place at her hips giving them a light squeeze of encouragement.

“Now where were we?” She teased before diving back in for more of those delicious kisses.

#the alien armada series #kokinu09 writes #zombies #zombies 3 #zeddison #zed x Addison #zed zombies #addison zombies #disney zombies #do I remember my own tags? no

[xerophylloom]

The Times They Are a Changin' by Bandtrees and Hatsunoid is absolutely amazing

...And if you can handle the contents of it. No seriously. The fic is definitely dark and if you're sensitive to MEDICAL ABUSE, GORE, AND ABLEISM—Don't read it. It's especially centered around those and unless you close your eyes for all of it, you're not going to be able to handle it.

BUT!! It's so good, I would love to erase my memory just to experience reading it for the first time all over again. The disturbing parts aren't OOC (in my opinion at least) and it's very well-written, some optional out-of-site parts too.

A Laconic Summary: Mob loses control over his powers and causes permanent brain damage to Reigen and Ritsu. This fic explores the possible effects of that

Things of Note (as tags): Ambiguous Ending, Parasites (Specifically maggots and they're not TOO important, but they're there during a somewhat important moment)

Extremely long rambling (with spoilers) below the cut

This fic is so good, I created a sideblog for my AO3 to post about it. This fic is so good, that I had to stop what I was doing even though it is probably going to be detrimental to my grades. This fic is so good, that I was nearly about to rip my hair out from its roots

It's about 100k chapters long, separated into two parts. I'm easily bored and there's been plenty of times I've read a fic with maybe half the length, gotten bored, and thought of some parts as a slogfest even when it really wasn't—I just suck at getting through longfics. But reading through this, there was never a point where I thought that. Tensions were always high, rising even when I thought it wouldn't be able to, and I would end up near-screaming

And the way it shows how different characters feel? Gorgeous. Amazing. Love it.

Obviously, we have the normal book style descriptions from one character's POV, but then we have Teru's diary and Shou's little monologues(?), and it's all really cool??!?! Maybe that's what helped keep my attention. That and the little off-site links.

Speaking of those, I think I found all of them, but I'm not that observant so I could have easily missed some. And wow. Jesus christ. The last couple ones, the ones of Shou's gallery as his phone was getting wrecked, I was. just. In shock. I'm a very sentimental person who cares about photos and things, and I don't know how Shou didn't begin loudly crying right then and there because I would have

And god, so many times did I think 'Is this fic going to have untagged MCD?'. I was constantly at the edge of my seat expecting that someone would die. Reigen, Ritsu, Mob, Shou, Teru, Dimple (especially when he confronted Mob right as he was about to lobotomize Ritsu)... Basically all the main characters in the fic had moments where I was preparing to mourn

Mob really left for the deep end in this fic. I won't say that I fully get why he was so convinced that what he was doing was right, but it makes sense for him. He's not the type to let go easily, he's someone who draws strength from his bonds, and his aspect could be blood. And almost all his life, the message to never give up was basically struck into his head over and over. The one time I can recall where it wasn't? Claw, Seventh Division, where Reigen told him it's okay to run away. But I doubt that tilted the scale into being balanced in the slightest. There's so much more I could say about him in this fic. But I'll save it for now

Teru was... Teru. I understand him more than I did Mob, I think if I were in his situation, I would have maybe stopped at a certain point but we would be very similar in most of the actions we take. In the first chapter, I went 'haha silly!' at his entries. Seeing them as a little treat between the downers surrounding it. But then after he helped 'operate' (It doesn't feel right calling it that), I guess it really hit me. Then I started questioning if I would have done what he did. Then I realised I would have. Then I spiralled until I told myself this kind of situation will likely never happen to me and if it does, I'll get to it when I get to it

Serizawa is easily one of the ones you can feel for the most. Unlike Mob and Teru, he hadn't done anything to Reigen and Ritsu personally. And unlike Shou and Dimple, he didn't say harsh words. Perhaps you could blame him for not taking action sooner, but they all can be blamed for that.

Shou... Oh my god. Shou. At first, I was ready to fight Shou tooth and nail because really? That one comment on FriendBook wasn't necessary. I don't know how or why Mob didn't block him. But then as Mob spiralled further and further, I was hoping for him to make his way back into the narrative to save Reigen and Ritsu. Then he did. And he failed and he was injured and I thought he was going to die. Then he didn't. And it's implied he could have helped them. But could he have also made it worse? Who knows, that's why I put Ambiguous Ending as a thing of note.

DON'T FORGET THE OUT-OF-LINK STUFF!!! Mixed media fics that have off-site links are truly beautiful. My friend and I love that shit. Should she ever get into MP100, I'll recommend this fic to him with a shit-eating grin on my face. I hope the word count doesn't intimidate him erogdfkg... Every single bit of the off-site links I saw was just so cool. The art of Reigen made me feel strong unease, the real videos too, and that one animated video with Ritsu and Mob and Teru. Okay basically everything gave me a strong unease. But that's the point!!! And it was done well!!!!

This fic is pure talent, skill, and effort put into something that shouldn't just be preserved via a PDF file, but should be carved into stone for future archaeologists to discover. I wish I could hold even a fraction of power needed to create something this masterful

On a more less-serious note to finish this off: Mobway. Red Mobster. I was about to lose my shit. Every single time one of the companies showed up I was about to tear my hair out (in a funny way) because it felt like falling for a prank. I ESPECIALLY LOST MY SHIT AT PSYCHOLOGIST PEPPER BECAUSE IT TOOK ME SCROLLING DOWN BEFORE REALISING. Truly, the minds behind this were geniuses

Also, this might sound weird, but I got reminded of KomaedaLoveMail while reading this. The off-site links to websites for sure helped, but I guess I just associate talk of gore in written form in this way with KLM? Or maybe I haven't quite recovered from consuming that piece of media (Can you even call KLM that?) yet. This isn't bad by the way, I loved deepdiving into KLM even though my feeble brain couldn't comprehend shit.

And and one last note- Opening the song link in the end notes was like emotional whiplash. I had to sit there for a bit to process. Good music

This is a whole mess. Even for a ramble, it's a whole mess. I don't have words or sentences or even phrases for how I feel right now. I'm a mess

#The Times They Are a Changin' #Fic rec #Fanfic rec #Mob Psycho 100 #MP100

[okinawa-division]

It’s just that Japan has turned around into the midsummer —The perfect time to enjoy a beach trip for most people.

Once a certain jet-black car has reached its destination at one of the best hot-spots being reviewed in Okinawa, the boy with reddish hair has been spotted stepping out of the car …with a number of boxes in his arms. 

The seashell chimes hanging above the bar’s doors let out their lovely rattling sound as he gets inside.

“Good afternoon, mister. Are you perhaps Mr. Young of Eagle’s Nest? I’m Yuuya Kanata from Nara division. I’m here today to relay the birthday presents from my team.”

“This box is my gift. They may look all yummy but they are in fact scented candles I found nice. If by any chance, I think they will make good decorations to your bar at nighttime. Their smells are quite something too. This one has a vanilla scent, this one is strawberry milkshake, this one is butter cream, and many more —Well, they all smell like desserts in my opinion.”

And then he brings out a cooler box. 

“Okay, these ones are actually edible haha. They’re Monaka ice cream made from my teammate despite him telling me that making ice cream isn’t really his land of expertise. Even so, he expects something cool like ice cream would sell off rather well in summer and more particularly; maybe somewhere with a tropical climate like in Okinawa. And in case you want to be more creative with them, the empty shells (crispy wafer) are also available in the additional bag.”

“From Saigo-san are the beautifully painted ceramic plates and the last one is from Mr. Chishio —Hmm, the latter is like… the assistant of Saigo-san? Honestly, just how many jobs this guy has been carrying under that title. I don’t know why, but Mr. Chishio seems to know your place rather well even before we entered the DRB. He even asked me to tell you ‘Thank you for the trading’ and give me his own gift for you.”

Inside the box from the guy called Chishio are a collection of kitchen knives for various uses ...Just don’t get the wrong idea. Japanese are known for using different knives for each different role in the kitchen. So, the ultimate motive behind this gift is only for cooking …Definitely, not for murdering someone, maybe?

“And that’s all we’ve got for you today. Lastly, Happy Birthday Mr. Young —EH? YOU ALSO GOT A KITTY?” 

Seemingly distracted for a minute, the boy soon keeps his composure back from petting the kitten a couple of times. 

“…It’s a shame that I’ve to fetch some seafoods for my teammates before dinnertime, so let me say a good-bye for today. Nevertheless, hope you and your teammates all have a nice year!”

——— BONUS: about fifteen minutes ago

Chishio: We’ve already arrived at the bar so why don’t we order some liquor on our way home?

Yuuya: How do you forget that I’m still underage and alcohol seems likely to be downright sedative to me? What wicked humor you have today, Chishio-san. At least don’t convince your minor to be your drinking friend!

Chishio: *chuckles* Aren't you 19 this year, kid?

Rashaad smiled at the handful of gifts he had received from the Nara Division. Truthfully, he wasn't all that familiar with them, though he did know of them. It was one of the many perks of being a bartender; you knew just about everyone in Japan, whether they had revealed themselves or not. He made a mental note that he'd have to interact with the Nara team later on when he had some free time. Before he departed, the bar owner disappeared quickly into his bar before returning with a bottle of sake and some cups.

"For Chishio-san and Fuyugami-san," Rashaad stated, handing him the bottle and the cups. "Tell them to make sure it's thoroughly heated first."

Bidding the young teenager a farewell, Rashaad looked at the gifts he had received. Out of all of them, the candles were perhaps his favorite. Opening a random one, he quickly lit it with his lighter. In a matter of seconds, the entire bar seemed to smell like some fruity cereal, making Rashaad nod his head, enjoying the aroma.

Sitting down on one of the stools in his bar, he chose the vanilla and chocolate parfait as he began digging into it, eating it was his hands. He heard a small 'purr' from above and looked as it was his kitten, Coco, whom Rashaad had forgotten was on top of his head. Looking up at him, he placed a small thing of ice cream on one of the plates, Fuyugami-san had given him.

The feline, not needing to be told twice, dug into the sweet milky treat, using his small tongue to eat it. The scene made Rashaad grin; this birthday was truly shaping up to be, perhaps, his best upon leaving the States.

Thanks for the gift!

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #rashaad young #happy birthday rashaad 2023 #nara division #miraitabi #yuuya kanata #asahi tomoharu #saigo fuyugami #chishio

[put-me-out-of-my-destiny]

So, I'm strongly of the opinion that the logical move for DMC6 is to be about Nero tracking down his mother. And given that during the development of both 4 and 5, the idea of giving Nero a sister named Angela was floated, it would make sense to use this plot to reveal that Nero has a long lost twin sister (having twins tends to run in families, after all).

Obviously, there are so many directions that plot could be taken, both good and bad. But the version that exists in my head goes something like this:

Nero's mother wasn't just a civilian, but directly affiliated with the Order of the Sword, some kind of role in their science division (maybe she had worked under Agnus at some point? I don't know if that timeline adds up).

She saw Vergil stroll into Fortuna, with his unnaturally white hair and complete lack of subtlety, and immediately clocked him as a demon. However, even she is shocked to learn he's the son of Sparda himself.

She helps Vergil find the information he's looking for (disclaimer, I haven't read Deadly Fortune), and learns what she can about him in the process.

Between her curiosity about demons, and Vergil being unused to this kind attention... They get what they want from each other, then go their separate ways.

However, soon after Vergil has left, she discovers that she's pregnant, and is absolutely ecstatic to have found such a unique research opportunity!

She gives birth to twins, and decides to conduct an experiment: She separated them, leaving one at the orphanage, and raising the other herself, somewhere far away from Fortuna.

What hypothesis is she testing? I don't really know. Perhaps some take on nature v.s. nurture? Or maybe she's experimenting on Angela in particular, and Nero's the control subject?

I also don't know exactly what kind of mother she would be to Angela. Her being a good and loving mother to her - or initially seeming to be, at least - would really sting for Nero. I don't think it has to be one or the other, though, she can truly care for both her children even while mistreating them.

I think in this hypothetical game, the antagonist would either be Nero's mother, Angela, or both of them working together.

The former would be a lot like Arius, Arkham, or Sanctus, a human seeking demonic power (though maybe she doesn't wish to become a demon quite like Arkham and Sanctus did).

The latter would either be like Vergil in DMC3, trying to open a portal to the demon world for her own reasons, or like Credo in DMC4, aiding her mother out of love and loyalty, ignorant - or just in denial - to the damage her scheme would cause.

Her being like Vergil would be interesting if nature v.s. nurture was a big theme of this story, but her being in a similar situation to Credo would put Nero through more angst.

Something I could also see happening is Nico's loyalty being a little bit split. Obviously, she's on Nero's side, but she too sees the scientific potential of demonic power, and could possibly feel conflicted if Nero's mother were warm enough to her, and maybe even swayed to her side if she was dishonest enough. Plus, I'm 100% sure she would fall head-over-heels for Angela.

...I'll have to make another post about all about Angela, actually.

#they're identical twins but nero transed his gender #devil may cry #story #my thoughts #nero's yet to be named mom #original character: angela #i think she counts as an original character for the sake of this post #i'm not gonna tag everyone else #quen speaking

[ominouspositivity-or-else]

“Seeing exceptions will never cause these people to rethink the rules they make up.“ But my sister in Christ, do not these “rules” apply to the Catholic Church to an extent? The Church has certain ideals of male and female behavior, there is a “complementary”masculine/feminine complementarity” and “natural law” and “traditional gender roles” are held as the ideal. I can provide evidence of this from magisterial Church documents. I admire the Church it’s just that I have a lot of confusion regarding certain topics, gender roles being one of the biggest. I’m aware the Church is not so shallow as to say “women cannot be intelligent/men cannot be emotional” and has always educated both sexes, it doesn’t think “women are actually sinning if they aren’t doing x job exactly” but it still upholds the general trends that differentiate men and women, which logically leads to the idea “men are x and women are y by nature”. Which is true, men and women are, in general, different, both physically and psychologically . This has been an endless source of confusion for me. This is also why I wonder about how many Catholics on this site seem to reject gender roles altogether which seems antithetical to Christian history (and indeed all history, all cultures have gendered divisions of labor and gender roles). For the record I’m not a particularly “masculine” man either.. so it does affect me..

My brother in Christ, of course there are differences between men and women. Spiritual, psychological, physical. I don't? Believe? I've ever said otherwise?

But what I usually say is that your masculinity and femininity is deeper than toys, books, and clothes. It's deeper than colors, than emotions, than personality types. You're inherently male because you are a man. Congratulations. If you are wholly being truly yourself, you will be a masculine person, simply because that's what you are. Likewise, if I am truly being myself, I will be a feminine person, because that is what I am. We are both created in the image and likeness of God, meant to do different things in this world, but like.

The way you cut your hair doesn't factor into your masculinity of femininity. Whether or not you wear pink doesn't factor in.

You're a man by the virtue of being one.

And none of this is to say you don't have a role that's specific to your masculinity. Of course you do! You're made to fight and to protect and to love! You're made to be a father just as I am made to be a mother.

But what I think you may be seeing a lot of on my account is not the degradation of roles that belong to the sexes properly, because I don't believe I've ever reblogged a post about how "the wife should be in charge on the home" or how "a man should obey his wife", but rather that society's ideas of masculinity and femininity are so screwed up that we reduce our ideas of what it means to be male and what it means to be female to a simple stereotype.

Because you know what? Boys can like pink and play with dolls. Girls can like trucks and monsters. None of those things make them any less of what they were created to be.

When I was a little girl(to this day, ngl to you) I always fell more in line with my male peers versus my female peers. I've got a personality that has more stereotypically masculine standings, I've got a brutal honesty to me that some women have a hard time with. I never liked dolls in the way that my female friends did, but then again I never played with them like my brother did. I have a more masculine style of dress but I like my hair long. I don't like make-up or fashion or shopping or stuff. None of that stuff makes me less feminine. Nor does liking that stuff make someone MORE of a female.

That's all I try to say.

As far as legitimate roles for each sex to play, there is definite places for that, and it specifically in my opinion exists in the construct of the family. It's not "women sit down and bite your tongue in work meetings", it's "wives, listen to and respect your husband's for they are the symbol of Christ to you and your kids."

The gender roles exist naturally and for good reason. Makes your relationships healthier if your wife is on the same page as you and is willing to let you take the lead. Likewise it's a more healthy relationship if your husband is willing to take the lead and your advice as well, to lead the family where all of you need to go.

But that dichotomy seems to exist outside all the surface level stuff.

Your wife could cut her hair into a buzz cut and wear combat boots and a military jacket. She's still your wife, and she ought to listen to you.

Your husband could paint his nails, grow his hair out long, like pink. He's still you husband, and he should love you like Christ loves the church.

Men and women are different creatures, but I think a lot of what you're seeing, anon, is our unwillingness as a group to fall in line with the idea that there are surface level boxes on what make men men and women women.

There isn't a check list. There are things you are called to do depending on your sex, but that's deeper than how you style your hair or how often you cry. I think that's what you might be seeing.

My advice is to try to separate gender stereotypes and gender roles! Ik it can be difficult but like. Don't let society tell you what to do and who you are. Let the Lord do that!

Lmk if I didn't answer this enough, or I was too broad. Praying for you, anon! God bless!

#catholic things #thanks for the ask!

[andydrysdalerogers]

Following Team Orders - Silverstone

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series MasterList - Main Masterlist

It’s been an emotional two weeks. 

David Williams was laid to rest in the family tomb in England, at the same church where he was baptized so many years ago.  Liv didn’t acknowledge the amount of people that had come to pay their respects to him.  She was numb. After her crying session, she avoided the team, boarding a plane with Frank as soon as she could pull herself together.  She texted Steve and Bucky if only to reassure them that she was, in fact, still alive. 

Between her mother, sister and herself, they decided that Olivia would be the one to deliver the main eulogy for her father. 

“David Williams was a girl dad.  Two girls but he kept the racing alive.  My sister went into the business on the actual business side, and I was his daredevil.” 

She took a breath and looked out.  So many people that knew her father and respected him.  Her eyes moved but locked on the ocean blues who hadn’t given up on her.  He nodded, encouraging her to continue. 

“I don’t think my dad ever said no.  Maybe to the late underage nights or the questionable hair colors.  Maybe even questionable life decisions.  But they were far and few between.  Most of you know that I was their miracle.  His miracle princess.  One who wanted to experience everything life had to offer.  And my dad didn’t tell me no.” 

She wiped the tears that had fallen and continues.  “He took me to do a lot of my first.  First bike ride, first go-cart, first drink, first tattoo, sorry mum.”  The crowd laughed and her mother shook her head. He took me to my first race, bought me my first motorbike.  Took me in his F1 car but don’t tell Andy.”  Another laugh. “He was the first person I talk to about my opportunity in Formula one. He was my first call after my first race.” 

“My dad was someone who you could rely on.  Who gave all of himself to his family and friends.  He was a mentor, an inspiration, a co-worker, a racer, an owner, a husband, a father. A friend.  David Williams would not want us to say ‘I can’t.’  He would want us to say when.  When will you finish?  When will you succeed.  Because if anything, dad was a believer.  A girl dad, my best friend.  Dad, no, life won’t be the same without you but yes, we go on for you. I love you and I’ll see you on the flipside.”

After the funeral, Liv was still seated in the front of the chapel, staring at the little trophy in her hands.  Her first race.  She blinked back the tears from the memory of her father looking so proud. 

“I’m sorry doll.”

She looked up to see Steve standing at the end of the aisle. 

“You know, he would be interested in your opinion about my performance.  And to argue with you how wrong you are,” she said with a smile. 

“I’m sure.”  He slid in to sit next to her. “You did wonderful today.” 

“He would have hated this.  All this fuss.” 

“Probably.”  He caressed her cheek. “But he would have been so proud of you.” 

She looked forward as the tear rolled down her cheek.  “I can’t say goodbye,” she whispered, her voice cracking. 

“I know baby, I know.” 

“I’m sorry that we can’t move forward right now.  I just... can’t.” 

“I understand.  I’m not going anywhere. But I think it’s time for you to join everyone else.” 

She turned to look at him. “Do I have to?”

“You know your father would want you to.” He wiped the tears from under her eyes. 

“I hate you.  Just for this moment, I really hate you.” 

He offered a crooked smile. “I know.”

Olivia had a week to get ready to get back to racing.  Lucky for her it was in England, so she didn’t have to go back home first as her parents had a home there.  As she packed her bag, her mother came in.  “Andy is here.” 

“What?”

“Andy is here.  He wants to talk to you before you head out.”

Liv frowned. “Alright.”  She followed her mother downstairs and saw Andy looking at the pictures on the mantle. “Andy?”

“Hey Bug.” He wrapped his arms around her. “How ya doing?”

“I’m ok.  Tired but I figured I can sleep tonight in the hotel, away from here.” She looked to the ground, ashamed that she couldn’t sleep where her father had died. “Was there something you needed Boss?”

“I need to know if you are ok to race.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Bug, your father just died. And I know about other things.”

“What other things?”

“I’m not blind, I know there is something going on with Rogers.  I told him to stay away from you.” 

“Andy, I’m a big girl and the decision if I am seeing anyone belongs to me.  For the record, we are close, yes, but nothing is happening.  I can’t.  Not right now.  As for me racing, I need to.” 

“You don’t have to prove anything Bug.  If you need time...”

“He would want me to, Andy.  He would want to keep trying and get the win. Please, don’t bench me.” She started to shake, holding back her tears. 

“Whoa, hey, its ok. Bug, its ok.  I just want to make sure that you can.” He held her tighter.  “Your dad would want me to make sure that you are focused.” 

“I will be boss.  Just give me the chance to focus up.” 

“I’m driving you to the hotel so grab your bag and your dress and let’s hit the road.” 

“Dress?”

“The gala.  The Red Bull Team Gala?”

“Shit.  I completely forgot.  Hang on.”  She raced upstairs and grabbed her white off the shoulder sparkly gown and some shoes.  “Got it,” she huffs as she runs back down the stairs.  “I’m glad I left this here otherwise I'd have to buy something.” 

After some sleep, Liv hit practice head on.  Steve walked the track with her, a tradition for the drivers to do and see the changes made to the track.  “See here, this is extra bumpy.  There must have been an accident that ruined the road.  Luckily, its off the racing line so the only time that it will become a problem is if you try to pass here.”

“So, try and pass here?”

Steve smirked.  “Smartass.  No but you can push someone else to make the mistake.” 

“Interesting. Very devious,” she smirked back.  “But not you right?”

“No doll, not me.”  He brushed some hair off her face and she involuntarily leaned into his touch. When she realized what she had done, she stepped back.  

“I’m sorry.  Can we just keep going please?” She felt hot under his gaze. 

“Uh, sure.” Steve cleared his throat.  “So next turn...”

Qualifying was ok for Olivia.  She was happy she made it into the top 10.  Ninth in fact but considering where her mind had been for the last few days, she was surprised that she had made it.  As she got ready in her hotel room, another young woman made her way through the hotel lobby. 

“Yes, I am looking for Hugh Drysdale?”

“Suzy?”

“Ranny!”  Suzanne Drysdale, baby sister to Ransom had come to visit the Williams team on the guise of an internship.  She and Ransom were close, but few knew about her, as her parents had sent her away to boarding school as soon as they could. “You said you would meet me at the airport,” she pouted. 

“Team meeting ran long. Look at you, still a bitch I see,” Ransom smirked. 

“Don’t be an asshole.” She smacked him across the shoulder. “You got me a suite, right?”

“I got you a room. Don’t be a spoiled brat.  You are here for a job nothing more.” 

Right, well, we should probably bring the readers in on their plot.  See, Suzanne has a thing for one man, and one man only.  And that man happens to be close to the one woman that Ransom let get away.  And that just won’t do.  Ransom wants Liv back by any means necessary.  He’s already been in Lloyd’s ear about offering Olivia Tucker’s seat next year, but they needed to wait to see what she could do. 

Suzanne pouted again.  “I have a stake in this too, Ranny. You told me that Stevie would be interested in me because he like the moto-hos.” 

“That was before I realized that he was after Olivia.  We need to make sure she is ready to be swept into my arms again.” Ransom looked around and saw Rogers in a tux and waiting by the stairs.  He pushed Suzanne into a dark corner.  “Be quiet Susie.  You’ll see what I mean.” 

They watched as Olivia came down the staircase in her white gown and took Steve’s arm.  Ransom growled while Suzanne scoffed. “What does she have that I don’t?” She whined. 

“Manners, beauty, class, the ability to control a half ton vehicle going 200 kilometers an hour,” he replied without taking his eyes off of Olivia. 

“Ransom!”

“Shut up!” He hissed.  “We just need a couple of races to get you planted and no one will be the wiser.” 

In the ballroom, all of the Red Bull team members are mingling, and Liv feels normal for the first time in three weeks.  She talks with Frank and Bucky and Steve while also indulging the donors.  At last, they are all called to their tables.  She is seated with the other top players of Red Bull before Andy goes up to the podium. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, that you for coming to our team gala.”  He stops to allow the applause to die down. “This year’s our guest speaker actually asked to speak instead of being forced.  Please allow him to explain.  Ladies and gentlemen, Steven Rogers.” 

Steve stood up and shot Olivia a wink before heading to the stage as the audience clapped.  “Thank you, Andy.  Welcome everyone to our team gala.  Now normally we would do this in Austria where Red Bull was founded but we elected to do it here where we had Red bull’s first team win in 15 years ago.”  

As the crowd died down, Steve cleared his throat. “Red Bull has been a leader in innovation and advancement and along with its partnership with Honda, it strives to lead the automotive world into the future.” 

“The future is bright for us in our developmental programs and even in its newest driver.” Olivia snapped her head up to his position on the stage.  “As we strive to be technologically advance, we are also moving to be a leader in making it equal to have men and women drive for us.  And it starts with Olivia Williams.  She has been impressive since her start and continues to improve and show the world that a woman can succeed in our sport.”

The applause is loud as Steve takes a moment.  “Olivia must be one of the strongest people I know.  Having to deal with the sexism of this world, losing her father, a legend to this sport and have, frankly, the balls to get back in the car and race again.  She is the epitome of what a driver for Red Bull should be.  I am glad to be able to call her my friend.”  

As Steve continued with his speech, Olivia sat back stunned.  

Steve Rogers just declared her the future of Formula One. 

But she couldn’t help but feel like this was a declaration of love as well. 

Taglist

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[cosmosees]

Zetto and/or Kizuna for the character ask?

once again for this...i shall take more if anyone wants to send

under the a cut once again!

ZETTO:

favorite thing about them: when i was a kid the kirb/zetto twist did genuinely make me insane. in a good way. i think hes a really fascinating character in his like...Mentality Switches between personas yk. guy whos a jerk in a funny way vs guy who just actually sucks

least favorite thing about them: honestly i wish it was just made more clear during like episode zero or smth what his stance in sofdti as like....a living thang was? not that it would matter much in the grand scheme of his development but idk kizuna said some SHIT yk

favorite line: id probably say like...a lot of stuff from the nylocke battle in the gemini tournament. absolute lowest point of that guy its really interesting. (obligatory MY ARM AAAAAGHHHHH mention purely because holy shit he was screaming)

brotp: HIM AND GAMESOFT oh my godd them together. aughh. the only two guys who Know the guys who can talk abt shit and he can be sad. solace in understanding and so on

otp: i know its basic but like....alphazet mannn. everything abt the two of them was PAINFULLY gay and its honestly kind of funny kirb (the guy not the character) didnt notice. runner up is him and nylocke becahse i just think they are silly and funny

notp: i dont really have anyone with him that i actively LOATHE but i think its probbably him and kizuna. putting my personal gay zetto hc aside i think theyd both be wayy too codependent unless they got like. therapy. i know a lot of what ive been saying so far makes it sound like i hate kizuna but i dont i PROMISE

random headcanon: i feel like postseries hed find a way to set gs up with a virtual machine desktop of her own so her knowledge of the world can extend beyond what she knows in tome. they spend time bonding over computer science n junk :)

unpopular opinion: im honestly never good at this part but as an adult with better drawing skills now...i actually like drawing his hair

song i associate with them: zetto was never someone i had much of a playlist for back in the day so i had to scrounge a bit but i think i found something satisfactory

favorite picture of them:

KIZUNA:

favorite thing about them: REALLY underrated secondary antagonist, interesting moral code, she has insane girlie guilt over her actions that doesnt get explored enough.....and shes a kitty cat :)

least favorite thing about them: her arc in the original series was like...a little inconclusive? i wish she couldve come to terms with sofdtis sentience and whatnot. the trajectory of a2z is changing her in a way im really liking so far though! im excited to see where she goes

favorite line: that whole rant at the tail end of the series where shes just like. a bunch of people she cared about almost died and she was freaking the fuck out. it hurts....i love her she needs THERAPYY

brotp: she doesnt get to interact with too many characters during the series but in my perfect world i think shed be chill with demonking. dont question my madness i know im right

otp: re the previous answer she doesnt interact with a lot of characters, on this note Especially im hesitant to give a definitive answer but i think if her parallels with flamey were more explored...in my perfect world.........theyd work so spicily

notp: same as zetto but also tacking gs onto this. less out of kizunas ability to see her as a person currently and more that in the future if/when she does end up coming around i do feel like gs would still be hurt by it. theyd be buddies tho:)

random headcanon: with the rpg version of tigerlily i sometimes wish that series kizuna had like...a secret lil roleplay presence. not necessarily on tome itself but she has to cool of SOMEHOW right. she made an anime catgirl avatar i KNOW she has thoughts about that shit

unpopular opinion about them: kizuna is probably the most divisive character ive done for this so far...all i can really say is like...i joke about supporting womens wrongs and stuff but i think introspectively she does have a lot of potential as a character that we dont see a lot of because most of the scenes with her are from zettos perspective. AGAIN tho im reallly liking where a2z is taking her so far i hope i get more scraps

song i associate with them: much like zetto she wasnt someone i had playlists for back in the day however unlike zetto i have the PERFECT one for her. nonexistent meet-cute (idlyam) by vylet pony.... feeling it

favorite picture of them:

#terrain of magical expertise #zetto tome #kizuna tome #cosmo.txt

[havockingboo]

Hello! Have a good day, afternoon or night, depending on when you see this

I urgently need to know some things about Vivek because I'm really interested in knowing more about him AHHHHHH-

1- He and Juno know each other? or have you even HEARD of each other's name? This is more than just because they both work for the LAW (or well, only on behalf of Juno currently)

2- His opinion towards fangirls? And in a hypothetical case that a fangirl of HIM is found, his opinions on the matter? And what does Zahari think about that in a hypothetical case that he saw the scientist and the fangirl together?

3- Okay, if it's not a rabbit and it's rather its appearance that simulates being one, then what are his "ears" supposed to be? his hair? cuz if so that means one thing: Vivek with extra long hair(?

4-Is he really capable of falling asleep with his glasses on? I mean, being so lazy not to take them off before going to sleep?

5-Related to number 4, is he one of those who stay awake until, I don't know, 4 AM? Or are they one of those who likes to go to sleep early?

6-As much as this is very unlikely and perfectly impossible, deep down, does Vivek see Zahari as a kind of son that he could never have? I mean, I don't know if he is aware (or cares) that being IN LONELINESS is not good for his mental health (even though I know that he probably just likes being alone, nothing more).

7-What exactly DOES HE WANT to get from Bulldog? His metal arm or what? What reasons do him have for harming the blue-eyed man in the first place?

8-What kind of student was he when he went to high school/was a teenager? Did his science interests and stuff that emerge at that stage or did he already have them from a much younger age?

9-What reasons did he have for leaving the LAW? any betrayal? something he discovered and didn't like, hence why he left? Does it have ANYTHING to do with the metal arm that (probably) had to be built on your own?

10-What reasons did he have for creating Zahari? something merely because he wanted to? or is it something more personal?

I hope my questions aren't too many, but I'm really interested in knowing more about your coffee-loving scientist(?

hooooly shit. love your enthusiasm lol

1) No, Juno and Vivek don’t know each other

2) He has fangirls?

3) Vivek is a nudibranch, a type of sea slug, so those antennas (rhinophores) on his head are what help him pretty much smell and taste everything

4) His goggles were superglued onto his face after the accident 😔

5) Vivek is constantly on that grind, gotta burn that plagued midnight oil somehow

6) Hell no

7) for parts silly :)

8) Vivek came to existence one day at the full grown age of 40 something and skipped high school

9) yes

10) Zahari was born out of spite. Vivek just wanted to rub it in the LAW science division’s face one last time

#guess which parts i answered seriously lmao #you know you CAN just send the asks separately :3c #vivek leboye #MW oc asks #answered asks

[storyswept]

Durkheim´s Influence on The Ink Black Heart (Part 1)

In The Ink Black Heart, Anomie, Edie´s online tormentor, is a central figure. Shortly after Edie´s murder, we are told that anomie means “a lack of the usual ethical or social standards”.

At North Grove, we learn more about the inspiration for the pseudonym:

At the rear of the house was a huge communal kitchen, which was painted the same sugary pink as the hall. Directly opposite Robin was a large and beautiful stained-glass window that she guessed was Mariam’s work. (...) At first glance Robin thought the window might depict a vision of paradise, but the many people depicted there bore no wings or halos. They were working cooperatively on different tasks: planting trees and picking fruit, tending a fire and cooking over it, building a house and decorating its front with garlands. (...) Robin glanced up at the stained-glass window again, trying to make out Edie or Josh. She had a suspicion they might be the two people picking fruit: both had long brown hair and the female figure was throwing apples down to the male. Then she noticed, with a little start of surprise, the ruby-coloured glass letters set across the top of the picture, like a biblical verse.

A state of anomie is impossible wherever organs in solidarity with one another are in sufficient contact, and in sufficiently lengthy contact.

- The Ink Black Heart, 39

The source of the quotation is hinted at later in the book, when Nils asks Robin if she has read any Durkheim, because he describes Anomie perfectly.

The quote is indeed taken from Durkheim, though not from Suicide, one of the books available to borrow at North Grove. It is from one of his earlier works, The Division of Labour in Society.

As Rowling mentioned herself in The Ink Black Heart Q&A, the term "anomie" has a long history. Durkheim was not the first - nor the last to use this term, but his work on the topic remains influential to this day.

Durkheim´s Conception of Anomie: A Brief Summary

Durkheim is considered one of the pioneers of French sociology and published The Division of Labour in Society and Suicide at the end of the 19th century, a century marked not only by the Industrial Revolution but by many political revolutions and changes as well.

Division of labour refers to "the separation of a work process into a number of tasks, with each task performed by a separate person or group of persons" (Encyclopaedia Britannica).

Durkheim argued that division of labor is a normal byproduct of the advancement of society and, influenced by the theory of orthogenesis, according to which evolution progresses towards more complex lifeforms, compared societies to biological organisms. He thought that the more complex a society, the more it would resemble a "higher organism", i.e. a lifeform with an organ system. Moreover, this change in the organisation of society would trigger, over time, a change in moral norms.

However, Durkheim was also of the opinion that, during the 19th century, the extreme division of labour fueled by industrialisation had changed the European social structure so drastically, that it resulted in a weakening of the previous belief system without allowing new moral norms to develop. This state, Durkheim believed, was abnormal and responsible for the increase of suicides in Western Europe over the course of the 19th century.

Durkheim studied the statistics available at the time in detail and noticed (among other things) that the integration of the individual in social groups tended to protect against suicide.

This lead him to distinguish the following social causes of suicide:

egoism: the individual is insufficiently integrated in society

anomie: the individual is insufficiently regulated by society

altruism: the individual is too integrated in society

fatalism: the individual is too regulated by society

I´ll only focus on egoism and anomie here.

Durkheim believed that egoism and anomie were brought on by hypercivilisation, making them the most prevalent causes of suicide in modern society.

In the following table, I compare the characteristics of egoism and anomie:

It's worth noting that Durkheim thought both egoism and anomie could be found in the same individual. People affected by both would attempt to fill the emptiness by seeking new thrills, but eventually grow weary and withdraw into themselves even more.

In light of the events in The Ink Black Heart, I found following assumptions of Durkheim´s particularly interesting:

Anomie can affect the professional sphere, but also the private sphere.

Marriage has a regulating effect. Men have more aspirations than women,  so they profit more from this regulating effect than they do. This is why married men are more protected from suicide by marriage than married women. In the absence of marriage, men's desires are insufficiently regulated. Because of this, celibate men are especially exposed to anomie.

A individual influenced by anomie can kill others if they hold them responsible for their problems.

Durkheim also shared his thoughts on how to best combat egoism and anomie: he believed that social groups had a crucial role to play in structuring individuals´ lives, provided that societal reforms to reduce inequalities took place. With religion and government having lost their hold on society, he deemed professional groups, given their central place in daily life, to have the most potential in this regard.

Durkheim Today

While there are definitely parts of Durkheim´s writing that resonate with a contemporary audience, especially the ones that relate to the loss of power of religion or the consequences of hypercivilisation, others cannot, because they do not fit our current moral norms. For example, his use of the word "primitive" to qualify societies which have a different organisation than our own, or certain of his statements on women (Durkheim wrote that they have no great intellectual or social needs, since they are less educated and less involved in social life).

Durkheim´s work also suffers from methodological limitations, not least because it was written at a time where neither statistic collection nor statistic analysis were what they are today.

To be continued...

In the next part of this post I will analyse how Rowling revisits the concept of anomie in The Ink Black Heart.

Sources

Durkheim, Émile. 1897. Le suicide: étude de sociologie.

Durkheim, Émile. 1893. De la division du travail social.

robert-galbraith.com. 2022. The Ink Black Heart Interactive Q&A.

Deflem, Mathieu. 2015. Anomie. DOI:10.1002/9781405165518.wbeosa054.pub2

Wikibooks. European History.

Encyclopaedia Britannica. Division of Labour.

Wikipedia. Orthogenesis.

#cormoran strike #the ink black heart #anomie #émile durkheim #suicide #the division of labour in society #tw: suicide mention

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What I Would Add To/Change About: Devil May Cry 4

Good day! It’s January 31st, and I actually remembered this year! What did I remember?

THE BIRTHDAY OF THE BESTEST WHITE-HAIRED DEMON KILLING BOY EVER (OF WHICH THERE ARE MANY, BUT HE IS THE BEST!)!!!!!!!!!!

In non-squeeing terms, it’s the fifteenth anniversary of Devil May Cry 4, quite possibly the most divisive of the franchise (non-rebooted)! 

My thoughts?

...Did the squeeing not make it obvious?

I LOVE this game!

My first Devil May Cry game, and it was a great investment! Not only did I find a new franchise to fall in love with, but it’s what got me interested in hack and slash games in the first place! Thanks to this one, I expanded my tastes to a whole new genre!

Sure, it has it’s flaws. I know, they are pretty obvious *cough* rushed development *cough*. Even so, this is my comfort game and I want to talk about it and criticize it with all the respect it deserves. Now let’s get into it!

This is all just my own personal opinion and if you disagree with me, that’s perfectly okay! If you’d like to talk about a point I made, please let me know, but please try to respect my opinion as I respect yours.

Alright! Let’s do this!

Come on!

SPOILERS AHEAD!

As per usual, let’s start with all the things that this game did wonderfully!

NERO!!!

NERO, NERO, NERO!!!!

NERONERONEROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

...I like Nero. (๑꧆◡꧆๑)

Just gonna say it, DMC4 Dante is best Dante, I will hear nothing else. The man was born to be a funcle, it is the obvious path of his character development.

Also he looks cool as a cowboy, I don’t care what anyone says; that look is iconic.

Trish and Lady are back! Re-occuring characters are a thing now!

And DANG! They look hot. Love the outfits! They always look good!

Opera! That whole opening sequence, my boy is a remorseless demon killer who is also such a sweetie pie who gets his girlfriend presents! D’aww!

Fortuna is gorgeous. The bright colors and changing environments really helped this game differentiate itself from the others, but the gothic elements still tie it in. And the enemies blend in while still clearly being obvious they don’t belong in the Human World.

DEVIL BRINGER! The most cathartic gaming mechanic ever! There is nothing more satisfying than getting your enemies health low and pressing that blessed button. All those beautiful combos, savagely ripping enemies apart...perfect for my bloodthirsty son.

Ah, the classic “Church is Evil” trope Japan so loves. Never gets old.

MUSIC! Vocal character themes! That play as you slay!

And man, I love it when a character theme transitions into an opening/ending theme! The Time Has Come/We Shall Never Surrender, perfect way to get energized then cool down.

Did I say anything about Nero yet? Like how he brings a different and interesting perspective to the story? Or how his more emotional and naive personality can be explored as well as Dante’s wiser and cooler one? Or the fact that his willingness to attack humans could lead him to be a darker protagonist than Dante? Or the fact he’s a video game hero that already HAS the girl? Unambiguously? OR THAT HE’S THE CUTEST THING EVER, THE SWEET LITTLE BLUSHY, FACE-HIDING DORK?!!!

And he has a Persona!

AND HE’S JOHNNY YONG BOSCH!

Dante and Nero’s developing relationship. Dante’s clearly just having a good time trolling this little hothead and knocking him down a peg, but still knows when to tone it down and help out. And OHMIGOSH HE WAS CONCERNED! Get those strong male parental figure points! You were born for this!

Ah, Dante mode. Switching the novice’s simplicity for the master’s variety.

And yay! They finally settled on a voice actor!

Kyrie! Cutie!

The FUNNIEST boss fight interactions!

CREDOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! （Ω Д Ω)

And, oooh, I love the continuing narrative from DMC3 that humans can be just as evil as demons. The loose but present repeating elements between the games are so much fun to analyze.

That secret ending. Words cannot describe it’s beauty.

Alright, that’s enough gushing, time to go over what should have been expanded on/brought in but was probably left out because of reasons *cough* rushed development *cough*.

ADD:

They. REALLY should have had more cutscenes between Nero and Kyrie. Y’know, make the relationship believable and well-developed. Establish their dynamic. Maybe have them talk on the phone? It’s 2008, they would at least have cellphones, demon cult or not.

For that matter, give us some more time with Credo: Make us really feel the conflicting emotions when we finally have to face him. Come on, we play Japanese videogames, we’re clearly emotional masochists!

Give. Dante. His. Own. Bosses.

And if you’re going to give us two characters, expand the level count from twenty to forty.

With someone as cocky as Nero is when the game starts, why not show him clearly messed up after losing to Dante? The guy who clowned on him, one of the best in the country? Especially since his inferiority complex was such a big deal in 5.

Give some more time fleshing out Nero’s relationship with Fortuna/the Order, like in the novel? Everyone loves an All the Other Reindeer character and it really could have helped endear him to the fanbase with explaining his abrasive side.

Explore that Nero’s willing to kill humans? The thing Dante refuses to do? He didn’t know that armor didn’t have a person and went straight for the kill, and he had no qualms about ending a seemingly human Agnus. Would have been an interesting point of confliction. Might’ve been interesting to explore in later games...

Show how the events of the game affected the people of Fortuna? We saw the city in ruins, but what about the folks living there? Would they turn on the Order? How would they treat Nero? Do they consider the city worth restoring? How did Nero and Kyrie react to losing Credo?

And now, what needed to be completely overhauled.

CHANGE:

Get rid of the dice game. Leave the puzzles to Dante, Nero.

Maybe make Dante mode a bonus for beating the game the first time? The bonus ending could just be his ending.

Honestly, the game was more unfinished to me than flawed. 

Overall, the game isn’t perfect, but I love it. Whenever I need to just chill out and play something that makes me feel good, DMC4 is my first option.

I’m so happy I picked it up the day I did. I got to discover a whole new way to enjoy gaming and found one of my most favorite videogame characters of all time, along with others that I love. 

Others may see it as the weak link in the franchise, but Devil May Cry 4 will always be my favorite.

One question, though.

Shall we dance?

#What Would I Add To/Change About... #Devil May Cry 4 #DMC #Criticism #Praise #My Silly Personal Opinion

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1 Corinthians 11:2-34

Instruction for Public Worship

What is Paul’s instruction about covering one’s head for man and woman? [vs 2-10] Answer: Paul’s instruction about covering one’s head for man & woman is remembering him in everything & for holding to the teaching, just as he passed them on to you. Now I want you to realize that the head of every man is Christ & the head of the woman is man & the head of Christ is God. Every man who prays or prophesies with his head covered dishonord his head & every woman who prays or prophe sies with her head uncovered dishonors her head, it is just as though her head were shaved. If a woman does not cover her head, she should have her hair cut off & if it is disgrace for a woman to have her hair cut or shaved off, she should cover her head. A man ought not to cover his head, since he is the image & glory of God; but the woman is the glory of man. For a man did not come from woman, but woman from man; neither was man created fro woman, but woman for man. For this reason & because of the angels, the woman ought to have a sign of authorit on her head

What can you say about this in our culture today, where there are some men with long hair, women with short hair? Answer: I can say about this in our culture today, there are many man wearing long hair, in my opinion, its not “bagay” to a man to wear long hair, for he is the symbol of authority and strength in the family, he should lead and provide for his wife and children.

Order at the Lord’s Supper

Paul says that it sounds as if more harm than good is done when they meet together for the Lord’s Supper, what are the reasons? [vs 17-22] Answer: Paul says that it sounds as if more harm than good is done, when they meet together for the Lord’s supper, the reasons are ~In the following directives I have no praise for you, for your meetings do more harm than good ~In the first place, I hear that when you come together as a church, there are divisions among you & to some extent I believe it ~No doubt there have to be differences among you to show which of you have God’s approval ~When you come together, it is not the Lord’s supper you eat ~For as you eat, each of you goes ahead without waiting for anybody else. One remains hungry, another gets drunk ~Do not you have homes to eat & drink in? Or do you despise the church of God & humiliate thosr who have nothing? What shall I say to you? Shall I praise you for this? Certainly not!

Why is it important to examine ourselves for partaking in the Lord’s Supper? [vs 27-32] Answer: It is important to examine ourselves for partaking in the Lord’s supper because he will be guilty of sinning against the body & blood of the Lord. For anyone who eats & drinks without recognizing the body of the Lord eats & drinks judgement on himself. That is why many among you are weak & sick & a number of you have fallen asleep. But if we judged ourselves, we would not come under judgement. When we are judged by the Lord, we are being disciplined so that we will not condemned with the world

What did Paul recommend them to do when they gather for the Lord’s Supper? [vs 33-34] Answer: Paul recomment them to do when they gather for the Lord’s supper is to wait for each other. If anyone is hungry, he shoulf eat at home, so that when you meet together it may not result in judgement & when I come I will give further directions

What is the lesson you can learn for today? Answer: The lesson that I learn for today is God is more concern about our inner attitude than our physical appearance

[dfroza]

“So then, I have to insist that in the Lord, neither is woman inferior to man nor is man inferior to woman.”

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 11th chapter of the letter of 1st Corinthians that reflects upon the early traditions of wearing a veil, or shawl, as a head covering in public worship. women were encouraged to cover their heads and men not. in modern day church traditions not many women veil their hair, and they have various lengths and styles. just as with men. and some wear hats.

and yet on hair and body appearance: a man shouldn’t give the “appearance” of a woman, nor should a woman give the “appearance” of a man, as if attempting to be a gender other than they were born. nobody actually has the ability to choose or to change their given gender.

[1st Corinthians 11]

I want you to pattern your lives after me, just as I pattern mine after Christ. And I give you full credit for always keeping me in mind as you follow carefully the substance of my instructions that I’ve taught you. But I want you to understand that Christ is the head of every person, and Adam was the head of Eve, and God is the head of the Messiah.

Any man who leads public worship, and prays or prophesies with a shawl hanging down over his head, shows disrespect to his head, which is Christ. And if any woman in a place of leadership within the church prays or prophesies in public with her long hair disheveled, she shows disrespect to her head, which is her husband, for this would be the same as having her head shaved. If a woman who wants to be in leadership will not conform to the customs of what is proper for women, she might as well cut off her hair. But if it’s disgraceful for her to have her hair cut off or her head shaved, let her cover her head.

A man in leadership is under no obligation to have his head covered in the public gatherings, because he is the portrait of God and reflects his glory. The woman, on the other hand, reflects the glory of her husband, for man was not created from woman but woman from man. By the same token, the man was not created because the woman needed him; the woman was created because the man needed her. For this reason she should have authority over the head because of the angels.

So then, I have to insist that in the Lord, neither is woman inferior to man nor is man inferior to woman. For just as woman was taken from the side of man, in the same way man is taken from the womb of woman. God, as the source of all things, designed it this way.

So then you can decide for yourselves—is it proper for a woman to pray to God with her hair unbound? Doesn’t our long-established cultural tradition teach us that if a man has long hair that is ornamentally arranged it invites disgrace, but if a woman has long hair that is ornamentally arranged it is her glory? This is because long hair is the endowment that God has given her as a head covering.

If someone wants to quarrel about this, I want you to know that we have no intention to start an argument, neither I nor the congregations of God.

Now, on this next matter, I wish I could commend you, but I cannot, because when you meet together as a church family it is doing more harm than good! I’ve been told many times that when you meet as a congregation, divisions and cliques emerge—and to some extent, this doesn’t surprise me. Differences of opinion are unavoidable, yet they will reveal which ones among you truly have God’s approval.

When all of your house churches gather as one church family, you are not really properly celebrating the Lord’s Supper. For when it comes time to eat, some gobble down their food before anything is given to others—one is left hungry while others become drunk! Don’t you all have homes where you can eat and drink? Don’t you realize that you’re showing a superior attitude by humiliating those who have nothing? Are you trying to show contempt for God’s beloved church? How should I address this appropriately? If you’re looking for my approval, you won’t find it!

I have handed down to you what came to me by direct revelation from the Lord himself. The same night in which he was handed over, he took bread and gave thanks. Then he distributed it to the disciples and said, “Take it and eat your fill. It is my body, which is given for you. Do this to remember me.” He did the same with the cup of wine after supper and said, “This cup seals the new covenant with my blood. Drink it—and whenever you drink this, do it to remember me.”

Whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you are retelling the story, proclaiming our Lord’s death until he comes. For this reason, whoever eats the bread or drinks the cup of the Lord in the wrong spirit will be guilty of dishonoring the body and blood of the Lord. So let each individual first evaluate his own attitude and only then eat the bread and drink the cup. For continually eating and drinking with a wrong spirit will bring judgment upon yourself by not recognizing the body. This insensitivity is why many of you are weak, chronically ill, and some even dying. If we have examined ourselves, we should not be judged. But when we are judged, it is the Lord’s training so that we will not be condemned along with the world.

So then, my fellow believers, when you assemble as one to share a meal, show respect for one another and wait for all to be served. If you are that hungry, eat at home first, so that when you gather together you will not bring judgment upon yourself.

When I come to you, I will answer the other questions you asked me in your letter.

The Letter of 1st Corinthians, Chapter 11 (The Passion Transation)

A set of notes copied from The Passion Translation:

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 3rd chapter of the book of 2nd Kings that describes an ancient war:

During the 18th year of Jehoshaphat’s reign in Judah, Jehoram (Ahab’s son) took over the throne of Israel at Samaria for 12 years. The Eternal saw that he did wicked things, but not to the same degree his parents did. He tore down and had nothing to do with the pillar honoring Baal that his father had crafted. But still, he walked the wicked path of Jeroboam (Nebat’s son) that caused the Israelites to live sinful lives. He never repented from his wickedness.

Mesha (Moab’s king) bred sheep and, as payment, he would give Israel’s king 100,000 lambs and the fleece of 100,000 rams. But when Ahab died, Mesha (Moab’s king) turned against Israel’s king. King Jehoram left Samaria and assembled the entire community of Israel. He sent a message to Jehoshaphat (Judah’s king).

Jehoram’s Message: Moab’s king is no longer on Israel’s side. He has turned against me. Will you accompany us in battle against him?

Jehoshaphat’s Reply: Yes, I will fight beside you. What is mine is yours—my people, my horses, everything.

Jehoram’s Second Message: What path do you want to take?

Jehoshaphat’s Reply: We will travel through the desert of Edom.

Israel’s king traveled with Judah’s king and Edom’s king. It was a difficult trip that lasted for seven days, a circular route around the territory held by Moab. By then there wasn’t any water for the army or for the livestock.

Jehoram: This is terrible! The Eternal intends to hand the three of us over to Moab.

Jehoshaphat: Surely there is a prophet of the Eternal One among us. If so, let him come forth so that we can talk with the Eternal through him.

Jehoram’s Servant: Yes, there is a prophet of the Lord among us! Elisha (Shaphat’s son)! He used to serve the great Elijah by pouring water on his hands!

Jehoshaphat: The message and power of the Eternal One accompany him.

So Israel’s king (Jehoram), Jehoshaphat (Judah’s king), and Edom’s king went to find Elisha.

Elisha (to Jehoram): What business do I have with you? Why don’t you go to the prophets of your parents’ god?

Jehoram: I can’t because the Eternal called the three of us together in order to hand us over to Moab.

Elisha: As certain as the life of the Eternal One, Commander of heavenly armies, to whom I offer my life, I would pay you no attention except that I have such great respect for Jehoshaphat, king of Judah. But I have no regard for you! I will not even look at you! But now, bring me a musician!

While the musician was playing, Elisha was empowered by the Eternal.

Elisha: This is the Eternal’s message: “Dig trenches throughout this entire valley.”

This is the Eternal’s message: “You will not see rain fall from the sky or feel wind blow across your skin, but you will see this valley filled with water. You and your livestock will have plenty of water to quench your thirst!” And that’s not all! It is indeed a small thing for the Eternal One: He is also going to hand the Moabites over to you. Then you will attack every fortified and prosperous city, chop down every decent tree, plug up every water hole, and use stones to destroy every healthy piece of land along your way.

In the morning, water coming from the higher ground in Edom filled the entire land around the time that sacrifices were offered.

The Moabites heard a rumor that the kings were about to wage war against them, so every man who could wear armor—from young men to old men—was called to battle and waited at the border. They woke up at dawn, as the fiery glow of the sunrise was kissing the water. From the view of the Moabites, the water was blood red.

Moabites: Look! Blood! The kings have fought and killed each other, and now their blood fills the country. Go forth, Moab, and collect the spoil!

But when the Moabite warriors arrived at the Israelite encampment, the Israelites jumped up and killed the Moabites. The surviving Moabites ran away, but the Israelites ran after them and killed them all. Then the Israelites destroyed every city, chopped down every decent tree, plugged up every water hole, and filled all the healthy land with stones along their way. Only the stone walls of Kir-hareseth remained after they were finished with it, but the men with slings later took care of these rocks as well. When Moab’s king perceived how dangerous the battle was, he gathered up 700 of his swordsmen who tried to make their way through to Edom’s king. But it was impossible.

Desperate to survive, Moab’s king offered his own son, his oldest son who was next in line for the throne, as a burnt offering to Moab’s god Chemosh on the wall.

Then a fierce wrath swept against Israel, so they fled from Moab’s king and went back to their own country.

The Book of 2nd Kings, Chapter 3 (The Voice)

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for monday, december 26 of 2022 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons that looks back in 2,000 years of earth’s time:

*If* the priest Zechariah was performing the Yom Kippur service when he was visited by the angel Gabriel (as seems to be the case given the context, see Luke 1:8-23), and if his wife Elizabeth conceived about that time (see Luke 1:24, that is, sometime in the middle of the month of Tishri), and her cousin Mary was then told of the incarnation six months later, during Passover season (Luke 1:26, 36), then the birth of Yeshua could have been sometime during the middle of the month of Tevet, which is indeed close to the traditional December 25th date observed by the majority of Christians...

After all, as you read the the prophetic announcement of the birth of John given in Luke, it certainly seems that Zechariah was performing the Yom Kippur ritual at the Temple, offering incense before the parochet before he entered the sacred chamber of the Holy of Holies. Indeed, one implication of this interpretation is that the Lamb of God (שׂה הָאֱלהִים) was conceived during Passover, which seems appropriate as the time of the Incarnation...

ὁ λόγος σὰρξ ἐγένετο καὶ ἐσκήνωσεν ἐν ἡμῖν -- "The Word became flesh and dwelt among us" (John 1:14) -- which of course is the essence of the gospel message. As it is written concerning the birth of Messiah: "For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the dominion shall be upon his shoulder; and his name shall be called ‘Wonderful Counselor,’ ‘the mighty God,’ ‘the everlasting Father,’ ‘Prince of Peace’" (Isa. 9:6).

Of course the exact date of Yeshua's birth is existentially irrelevant, apart from the fact that he indeed was born into this world as our Savior, and indeed, the New Testament stresses the significance of his death more than his birth (1 Cor. 2:2; 1 Cor. 15:3-4). And while we may be uncertain about the date of Yeshua’s birth, we certainly know that He was crucified on the afternoon before Passover as the Lamb of God. Nevertheless, we use the “good eye” to regard our Christian friends who honor this time to remember the birth of Yeshua, even if we have convictions that may lead us to think Messiah was born during Sukkot. For some hopefully peaceful discussion about the birth date of the Messiah Yeshua, see the article, “Christmas: Was Jesus really born on December 25th?” on the H4C website (see link below).

[ Hebrew for Christians ]

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Isaiah 9:6 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/isa9-6-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/isa9-6-lesson.pdf

Birth date of Yeshua article:

https://www.hebrew4christians.com/Articles/Christmas/christmas.html

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Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

December 26, 2022

Four Implications to Live By

“Seeing then that all these things shall be dissolved, what manner of persons ought ye to be in all holy conversation and godliness, looking for and hasting unto the coming of the day of God, wherein the heavens being on fire shall be dissolved, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat? Nevertheless we, according to his promise, look for new heavens and a new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness. Wherefore, beloved, seeing that ye look for such things, be diligent that ye may be found of him in peace, without spot, and blameless. And account that the longsuffering of our Lord is salvation.” (2 Peter 3:11-15)

God calls believers to patiently wait for that future cataclysmic event when the entire universe will be engulfed in a holocaust of fire, followed by the awesome arrival of a new heavens and a new earth. In these concluding verses of his epistle, Peter clearly lays out our template for waiting.

First, we must prioritize our temporal stay with principles found in Scripture (vv. 11-12), practicing all that is commanded in anticipation of the future kingdom’s arrival (Matthew 28:19-20). Second, our lives must be characterized by purity, or as Peter describes, “holy conversation and godliness” (2 Peter 3:11).

Third, living peacefully in this cursed creation (v. 14) anticipates embracing all events with confidence, knowing that our omnipotent God orchestrates “molecule movements” of every kind for His glory and for building up the believer in sanctification (2 Peter 3:18). As a result, we approach life with “the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, [which] shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:7).

Fourth, we preach the gospel (2 Peter 3:15), guiding the lost to repentance, because believers understand and embrace the Lord’s patience. CM

[melina-ya]

What they’re like as boyfriends;

Characters; Takashi Mitsuya, Chifuyu Matsuno, Keisuke Baji.

Warnings; Baji. Just him being him.

Takashi Mitsuya;

He’s a sweetheart.

He’s responsible, reliable and always busy.

From school to the sewing club to taking care of his younger sisters to Toman meetings. He’s always busy.

Of course he wouldn’t want to change anything about his life, he loves the people around him and usually doesn’t mind his responsibilities. But he’s still human.

After another long day he can’t wait to just go to your house and lay in your arms in peace.

When he’s with you time passes so slowly, he can finally relax. Give this man a break istg.

You could be the most energetic person in the world, but when he’s with you? You’re completely calm. He just has kinda effect on people.

In his free time that he doesn’t have he loves making clothes for you. He’s got your entire measurements memorized and everything.

On dates it’s the cutest thing to see his little blush when he notices your choice of clothing. One of his best designs.

He absolutely loves it. You’re the most beautiful person in the world in his opinion, but with his clothes on you’re just on an entirely different level.

Meeting his friends for the first time was definitely,, an experience.

When you met Mitsuya you never would’ve guest he’s the second division captain of the Tokyo Manji gang. You didn’t mind, of course, but it was still a shocker.

His friends tho? An even bigger shocker.

How can gang members with a reputation like Toman be so- i don’t know.

You thought Mitsuya was an exception, that he was one of the good ones, but they’re all so,,, nice? Except for Baji he’s just questionable.

Long story short, you get along great with his friends, especially Hakkai, which is super important to him.

Also super important is that you get along with his family. He’s such a family person.

Chifuyu Matsuno;

Dating this man is like living in a shoujo manga.

He’s read so many, he knows exactly what to do. From kabedon to pulling you back by your wrist. Sometimes you really feel like you’re stuck in a romance story.

That however doesn’t mean he won’t get flustered. Every action he takes is being escorted by a rosy blush on his cheeks. He acts so defensive about it too.

Doesn’t like drama tho. I’m mangas there’s always so much going on, there’s no need for that. Wouldn’t want you to find a second male lead lmao.

This man is your own personal Wikipedia page. He knows everything. Every information that he gets is saved in his brain like it’s a database especially made for you.

Tell him your favorite flowers once and your entire house will be full of them.

He loves giving flowers.

It’s a great way to show appreciation in his opinion. He gets a little shy sometimes so he just gives you flowers instead of talking.

Is a romantic and will take you on the cutest dates ever.

For example, one time he took you to a cat cafe. He loves cats and hopefully so do you. Watching you play with the cats was the most adorable thing in the world for him.

But be warned, it wouldn’t be the first time to get your date crashed by a certain black haired menace.

‘Oh, ur’e on a date? Cute, anyways, so what movie are we watchin-?’ Kick him out. Now.

Loves showing you off.

Keisuke Baji;

Wow. You are in one hell of a ride.

He’s convinced committing arson together is the ideal kind of date. Kinda is.

Doesn’t understand why you’re so against it. It’s so romantic, an act of love. Obviously.

Would call you nicknames like ‘baby cakes’, ‘sugarplum’ and so on.

In public too, knowing how embarrassed you get afterwards.

Absolutely loves teasing, and behind the bad boy act he gets flustered pretty easily as well.

He’ll turn his face away from you to try and hide his adorable blush. It’s so cute. Would never admit to it tho.

May not always show it, but values you a lot. Sometimes at night he stays awake wishing you were laying next to him and literally can’t fall asleep for hours.

His life wouldn’t be the same without you. He knows that very much.

His love language is physical touch. Words aren’t really his thing, so he shows his affection through hand holding, kissing and cuddling.

Whenever you make each other promises, you always make pinky promises. Always.

Let’s you bread his hair into cute hairstyles. He goes full tsundere mode and denies they look spectacular on him. Secretly enjoys it, and your complements.

Also always Carries one extra hair tie for you.

Toman always asked themselves why you’re with him, then they witnessed first hand how whipped this man is for you.

He’s canonly the best husband in tr and it shows.

His mom absolutely adores you. She invites you over to dinner at least 3 times a week.

Don’t break his heart, please. </3

Overall experience: 9,9/10. minus 0,1 cuz of ep 21.

a/n; thank you for reading.

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[redrobin-detective]

Ok, I’ve tried and tried and tried to write this fic because I see it so clearly in my mind but it’s just not going no matter what I do. But I don’t want the idea to die with me. The closest this came to being written was exile which was an attempt to bleed out some of the energy of this au.

Anyway, so it starts off vaguely similar to canon only more aggressive. There had been underlying tension between ghosts and humans for a while, the dead jealous/angry at the living for disrespecting them. The successful creation of the Fenton ghost portal (and another halfa) was considered an act of war and so the ghosts responded in kind. So basically all of S1 occurs fairly close to canon except ghost attacks are more violent and have increasingly more consequences as time passes. Also the attacks aren’t just in Amity Park with ghosts becoming a worldwide issue but Amity is a focal point. Regular people know the ghosts hate them though they don’t know why. Phantom is very much a controversial figure as he is a ghost but also clearly is fighting off the more violent ghosts. 

One day, not long after the events of Control Freaks, Amity Park wakes up to find three of their own are gone. Danny Fenton, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley are nowhere to be found. There’s a massive manhunt, the parents go on TV and beg for information but they cannot be found. Curiously enough, town hero Phantom was also missing. There’s some evidence they left of their own volition so the Mansons and Foleys eventually relent that the kids fled on their own. The Fentons are 100% certain the kids were stolen/killed by ghosts as a statement. And the fact that Phantom went missing around the same time means he was the one who killed them. Jazz knows Danny was Phantom but had no idea what was going on and knew her parents wouldn’t listen she just, kept quiet and privately tried to piece together what happened. 

Three years pass and finally it looks like the Ecto War is coming to a close. Young, naive ghosts attempted to raise Pariah Dark in a bid to win. It went disastrously but Phantom (who was periodically spotted around the world, deep in the worst battles of the war) and group of loyal allies subdued the king. By the law of ghosts, Phantom was named heir apparent and he declared that the fighting would stop. Humans and ghosts would have to negotiate and co-exist in peace. But he’s not king yet, no he needs to be crowned at the place where it began, Amity Park’s Fenton portal (”where it all began” has a double meaning of the beginning of the war but also symbolically where Phantom began as Kings assume the crown where their living life ended to show their abandonment of their first life and the commitment to their second). Amity is NOT happy to hear that their former hero is coming home.

Amity has been through the wringer, ghost attacks got pretty bad. The Fenton’s throw themselves into their work to cancel out the grief, they create a group of ghost hunters nicknamed the Reds (for their red blood, ghosts are nicknamed Greens) to control the threat. Valerie heads the young adult division and is considered one of the best, she drops out of school to devote herself to it full time. Oh also her dad is now the Mayor as most have died or didn’t want the job. There are still people who like Phantom and see him as a hero (a lot of Casper Kids) but it’s generally an unpopular opinion in town. Maddie and Jack are ready to obliterate the ghost that took their son’s life the moment he’s within city limits. It’s a powder keg ready to blow. It all comes to a head when Phantom and his entourage arrive.

First off, Phantom looks very different, much less human looking than when he left. He’s clearly aged like a normal teen but his eyes look much, much older.  His skin is dead white with a blue tinge to it from his ice core and his aura is super cold. His hair is longer and is very misty that kind of swirls around him and his has fangs and claws. When he’s deep in battle or his obsession, his sclera turn black and he looks scary af. His entourage is ghosts who have sworn loyalty to him, who he picked up along the way after battling beside them for 3 years. Fright Knight, Skulker and Frostbite are recognizable allies. They are not happy that their future King is back in Amity (secretly fearing they’ll lose him once more to his human life). J&M have a shot and are going for the kill when they see something that shocks them; Sam and Tucker are in Phantom’s entourage.

There had been whispers that Phantom interacted with humans, that humans were in his inner circle but this is something else together. And so are Sam and Tucker. Sam is Phantom’s General, she is talented and collected and half feral. She used to be a pacifist but the trials of war and understanding that peace sometimes needs to be fought for made her compromise. She’s covered in scars and an extremely talented fighter. She’s missing her right hand up to her forearm, she can form a ‘phantom limb’ (basically borrowing ectoplasm from her future ghost) to do some things with some powers. Tucker is the support, he uses human and ghost tech to organize, weaponize and generally keep things running. He’s covered in homemade tech (shields and weapons and computers) and he rarely removes. Both he and Sam have kinda forgotten how to interact with and really BE human after so long among the dead. They had attempted to conceal themselves but they had forgotten how strong parental love and recognition is. J&M want to know about Danny, the teens don’t know how to respond but assure them he’s alive. Phantom can’t bring himself to look at them.

This is where I start to lose track of things but there will be parallels of Valerie/Maddie vs Sam as female warriors on opposite sides who are willing to go behind, possibly compromising the things important to them, for victory. Tucker will be contrasted against Jack/Jazz as the one making weapons but also generally keeping the human parts of the team mentally/physically afloat. *Severe* PTSD for all three of them. They’re also unnaturally codependent on each other, get super anxious when one of the trio is out of sight and sleep in a big cuddle pile. They will fucking Kill You if you look at one of them wrong. Vlad will be involved, he had been jailed for war crimes but convinced Walker to stage a coup to overthrow Danny and take the crown before he’s actually declared King and is too powerful. Vlad is more unhinged here, more ghost than human (a hint on what could happen to Danny if he’s not careful). He is eventually defeated but he sacrifices his life for ghost power which, in the end, is what makes him able to be beaten.

 There’s lots of ideas on what it means to be live or dead and where the divide really is, is it a heartbeat or it is how you choose to use your existence. On how duty shouldn’t mean you need to give up everything. Because Jack and Maddie believe that Phantom killed their son and, in a way, they’re right. Before they left, the ghost war had gotten so bad and the rumors of Dark being resurrected were going around. Amity attacks were at an all time high, people in their school were being killed just because Danny went there. He realized he had to choose between Fenton or Phantom and he chose to protect the world. He abandoned his human identity and went off to fight in war. Tried to convince Sam and Tucker to stay but they followed him through hell and back. Because Danny spends so much time as Phantom, Fenton is severely neglected. His long hair is cool and floaty as Phantom but is unkempt and stringy, hanging in his face as Fenton. He’s wan and underweight and looks like a walking corpse. He knows his human half will give out soon if he doesn’t give it more attention but he just can’t there’s too much to do, too many people to save.

It would end with Danny being outed to the town, not the world, just the town. Jack and Maddie need to recon with the fact that their boy DID leave of his own choice but only because their failure to protect him (from both the portal and ghosts) made him feel he had to take all this responsibility on his shoulders. Danny also has to recognize that he (and Sam/Tuck) can’t do all this on their own and they can trust and rely on the people around him. Phantom is crowned King but he decides Amity will be his base. The trio eat more, sleep some, catches up on school all the while continuing their duties as King and court. The ghosts also see that Phantom’s humanity isn’t a weakness but a strength and will bring peace to the Earth/Zone so they also take some of the burdens off his shoulder. 

Basically I load up heavily with angst at the beginning and end with all the love and comfort imaginable. I just can’t fucking figure out the middle and my motivation will not let me write this shit out. But I can’t let this AU die bc it fucking keeps me up at night.

#behind me dips eternity #god I want to write this but its just not going #Ive been trying for over a month #I cant finish the outline #I've only gotten a paragraph into actually typing #but there are so many vivid images from this fic that live rent free in my head #was lowkey thinking of comissioning an artist to depict Danny bc I've tried and its not coming out right and it drives me INSANE #bc this world is very vivid to me #i love it even if it hurts me #anyway here's wonderwall