#we hate razing

[dolly-on-the-dotted-line]

I haved loved Changes but I was looking and wondering are the ages at the end of the chapters Bug’s age or Javi’s. I’m having a break, but will be re reading as it’s completely fascinating, apart from Razing which actually made me cry for Bug. I cannot wait for more.

Hello! That’s a great question. Generally speaking, I’ve been going along the lines that Javi and Bug are the same age, just for simplicity. I spent a lot of time when I was drafting trying to work out the timeline in line with the show, and in the end, decided the ages were just more important for showing where they were at in life and how their personalities and attitudes change over time. In my head they just both get a year older in January 😅I’m too scared to look at canon accuracy now that I’m so deep in. 

With new people finding it I kind of forgot about Razing and watching everyone love to hate it is so accurate honestly. When I first posted it I immediately dipped from Tumblr for a long time, but I went back and re-read it yesterday when I saw your comment and was like... I can’t believe I actually did this. Please accept my sincerest apologies. Bug will always land on top in the end, I promise. 

More coming next week I hope! Thank you so much for reading. So much love 💖

#loveliness #bug lands on top #javi x bug fanclub #fuck razing #we hate razing

[keniaku]

tsukumo never wanting to abide by the college's rules because she's seen with her own eyes especially close as a star plasma vessel what it's like down to the core where they wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice children at the first chance so she used them like they've always used children by being an officially-listed special grade yet never doing missions so she could leech off of their money but outside of her own personal interests she's also been digging and looking for a way to erase cursed energy once and for all in her research so humanity could be free of the chains that is cursed energy

#feeling normal today #ugh the tension in her conversation w tengen is driving me nuts like weve known she disagrees with the college's view but #this is the first time we saw her FEELINGS on it and she clearly has a lot. especially as a spv #she hates the college and would raze it to the ground on the first chance #god the faces she made this chapter is making me feel things #jjk 202 #jjk leaks #jjk spoilers #tsukumo #txt

[arctic-hands]

Billboards suck in general but if you ever drove around/thru the Indiana/Ohio border in the Nineties thru like twenty fifteen or so you would appreciate the unique rage and intense loathing you would feel upon seeing another goddamn billboard for Tom Raper's RVs

#they were fucking everywhere and i annoyed my parents by shouting/growling every time we passed one when i was a kid #like goddamn the interstate was a barren wasteland of traffic and razed Earth on either side #and that quote unquote view was still preferable to constant billboards saying the same thing over and over again #tom raper died in like twenty fifteen or sixteen. after i moved so i don't know if the RV co is still in business #not to speak ill of the dead but I'm totes gonna speak ill of the dead #the dude was one of the richest people in town because of his RV business and no one in the city liked him #he was a constant and total ass and even my batshit fundie Baptist Church kicked him out for being an awful person #and members of the clergy would slag him any time he came up in conversation #so like #i hate being bombarded with ads constantly as is but TR's RVs took the cake #and prolly spawned my hatred of ads to begin with #billboards #capitalist wasteland #Richmond indiana #Ohio #Hoosier gothic

[appsa]

Literally impossible to read a book in the tpw trilogy and not like have to sit and think for hours and hours about what it means to be human for me lmao

#the wayyyy its a complete reversal of the first books ending while also coming full circle #god. god. #rin realising in book 1 that gods are just tools that humans use to cause unimaginable violence.... a rise to godhood for herself #vs rin realising in book 3 that this world is nothing but the imagination of gods and history always repeats #because gods are fond of patters #the descent into becoming a human again. a human who is scared of her best friend hating her for the rest of their lives #the way both times it came down to kitay rejecting her for the reality of the violence to crash in. he has always been her anchor. #im so ill guys im so mentally ill rn. #the way its a choice for rin the first time to call on the phoenix and it was a choice again to shut it out #i still havent articulated a conclusion yet. of what it means that rin had the choice to not partake in historys repition #just like kitay had the choice to resist her for the first time #what does it mean that nezha went back #is it that there will be more of the same violence and suffering but rin and kitay have set the precedent of free choice? #is it that there will always be new/old things to suffer thru but we will survive it like we always do? #nezha represents getting to collect and build something new after rin has razed everything to the ground so. #hm #also divinity = pain..... many thoughts #ill figure it out

[insaneillusionist]

I feel like I need caffeine but that will probably break me.

#my random stuff #delete later #Going to grab food. #Everything seems so bad but I’m gonna eat a sandwich and hate myself. #Okay but for anyone reading the tags what are good things to spread? #Honey is the easiest. #But I don’t want to eat it. #Probably will. #Nutella would work but no energy. #Sorry just tired today. #I don’t even know but I made angst for my comfort au (yet again). #We got another breakdown and sad ending! #It was actually worse because usually she realizes there’s no purpose in her life and razes everything to the ground. #This time she thought everything that mattered to her was gone and burned it all down as a result. #But it turns out that there were still people and it was her anxieties getting the best of her but everything is gone now because of her so #why are they staying?

[ventique18]

A few things we learn about Malleus in Platinum Jacket:

He has had many, many tutors over the years who were brought from all over so he would receive only the finest education. He's a genius however, and whatever they taught him he could do better. He would get angry because he thought they were teaching him basics because they were looking down on him and would throw tantrums so terrible he would accidentally raze his grandma's garden with forest fires. Each and every one of his tutors end up packing their bags and resigning in fear of him. 😭 He'd get severely scolded by Lilia because of this.

Deuce comments that while Hades looks terrifying, his minions look goofy in comparison. Malleus tells him to never judge people based on appearances, as they'd never have been painted if they weren't competent. He also likens these minions to his bodyguards and shares how proud he'd be if they were to be lauded by the world and the succeeding generations in the future. (PROUD BIG BRO MOMENT)

He confirms that Briar Kingdom royalty choose their retainers at a certain age, which we can alreaddy conclude by the way he employed his goofy teenage knights and his mom chose the most radical/problematic generals back then.

He doesn't appreciate the servants in his castle waiting on him hand and foot. It's protocol so he can hardly do anything about it, but he was relieved when he enrolled at Night Raven and had to do everything himself.

Lilia instilled in him from a very young age that a person is nothing if they can't properly take care of themselves. He couldn't do this in the castle though, so he instead reads plenty of books on how to do household chores and whatnot. He's delighted to be able to put this knowledge to practical use at NRC.

He does mundane things like shopping and laundry by himself, until Sebek enrolled and tries to steal all his tasks lol. Although he's visibly disappointed, he lets Sebek do what he wants.

He actually knows how to use the washing machine and dryer but only after so many tries and difficulties.

He once washed his clothes in the kitchen sink and got caught doing it. His dormmates offered to do it instead (because he's their god lmao) but he refused because as he said, he likes to exert his own effort for things.

He is a good art critique and appreciates all kinds of art, though his favorite are sculptures. He likes to see the wears and tears of things over the years. He likes to see proof that things lived their lives (even inanimate things!), and that changes and ageing are beautiful.

He once again repeats that he loves gargoyles.

Though he adores the thought of being happy amongst others, he hates it when people are visibly happy and he isn't.

#twisted wonderland #ventique rambles #malleus draconia #deuce spade #twst platinum jacket spoilers

[ofswordsandpens]

Am I the only one who thinks about how The Lightning Thief would have gone if instead of Grover, Percy picked Luke to go with him and Annabeth on the quest? Luke, who was sick of the idea of doing quests that had already been done was just picked to go on a unique quest by this demigod who he was planning to manipulate, and the quest was unique because he helped to make it so. And while he'll likely be plotting to hide the fact that he's a lightning thief, reworking things to take heat off himself, one of his quest mates would be Annabeth, the half blood he personally saved and brought to camp, whom he would have to work like hell to hide his deeds from.

listen I'm loving the comedic potential of this because in my heart of hearts, I feel like Luke's too enamored with the idea of razing Olympus for him to doubt what he's doing, but balancing that razors edge where he's actively trying to sabotage the quest and kill Percy while not tipping off Annabeth, and also trying to plant seeds of doubt and discord both between Percy and Annabeth and also about the gods while trying not to be too obvious about it because maybe, just maybe he can convince Annabeth to side with him.

except as usual Luke's nefarious plans are constantly being foiled by 2 tweens and its embarrassing cause they're not even trying. Percy's not wearing the shoes and keeps making up polite reasons on why he can't without seeming like he's rejecting Luke's gift (cause that would be rude) and Annabeth's like "well I'm gonna wear them then" and Luke's panics like "NO" but he also can't wear them so then they just stay in the bag untouched. then Luke keeps directing them into the paths of monsters in the hopes Percy's gonna get taken out but holy hell this kid just won't die. Like literally just escapes mortal peril by the skin of his teeth and doesn't even realize it. It's like an old silent film where the entire front of the house falls off and the guy survives because he just happened to be standing right where the open window is.

Then Luke's also trying to stir up some anger at the gods, testing the waters with Annabeth, but she's so in the height in the idealization of her mom it's getting no where. Luke's trying to be subtle like "hey... don't you think it's kinda of fucked up that the gods are..... uh... blaming? percy for this? and that he has to do this quest to set things right" but annabeth's like "what do you mean by that? 🤨 this is what heroes do this is how we prove ourselves" and unfortunately Percy is the only one vibing with the "hey don't you hate your dad" comments that's Luke's throwing down and that makes him fond of Percy against his better judgement but he's still gotta kill him so you know, bummer

anyway, in this quest AU Percy perceives Luke as the Responsible Adult cause he's 19 (lmao) and thus feels a little less pressure to be responsible for things himself and so when they get to the Underworld, Luke's like smirking, grinning, cause a. he's in in the Underworld and how many heroes have achieved that? b. the shoes in Percy's bag are about to drag that kid to the depths of hell or c. the lightning bolts about to appear in the bag and Luke will throw Percy under the bus to Hades (he's been practicing his betrayal speech) except wait "Percy... where's your backpack??" and Percy's like "oh I forgot it at the hotel 👉👈" and Luke loses it and picks him up to throw him into tartarus himself (he is unsuccessful)

#sorry I dont know if you were thinking about the more serious implications but this would be the funniest clusterfuck of a trio #in the best way #asks #mine #pjo #luke castellan #percy jackson #annabeth chase

[captain-grammar]

it's heartbreaking listening to ben talk about how much he identifies with outsiders, people who are different, people who are othered and don't fit in with who other people think they should be.

it's heartbreaking to hear him talk about how badly his childhood fucked him up. how he has abandonment and trust issues. how he went to therapy because how he was treated as a kid fucked him up so badly, he literally cannot remember huge chunks of his past because his brain, trying to preserve some sense of self, shut down and blocked it out.

but it's empowering and heartening to hear him take institutions like private schools and the armed forces and their ilk to task. to call out the classism and the snobbery and the grown men who bullied and belittled him. they are archaic. they are ridiculous. they are abusive. they are staffed by elitists who train and groom impressionable kids to become the next generation of out-of-touch elitist to keep that "good old boys" club going. molding kids into government drones, yes-men or politicians to keep anyone who wasn't born with a silver spoon in their mouth down.

it's empowering to hear him talk as someone who was forced inside the ivory tower, hated everything it stood for, and is ready to raze it to the ground.

he wasn't made for that. you watch anything he's written and you know he has compassion and feels deeply and has some fucking humanity about him. giving a voice to stories that we never got to hear. i'm glad he walked away from what it seems like every adult in his life was trying to push him into. i'm glad he gets to be himself.

#I listened to his episode of the Comfort Blanket podcast and wanted to cry #ben willbond #I have FEELINGS

[headspace-hotel]

so, in regards to your recent posts on kane-tucky and usa food industry, do you / how do you keep active hope and not slip in into apathy and "looking out for my own" get out of dodge mentality? im having a hard time articulating this, but what makes you not curl up into a shaking mess in anger resentment and a deep desire for change that likely, if ever, wont happen in our lifetime.... any advice is appreciated

The short answer is "getting out and doing stuff in the real world, educating, volunteering, whatever is within your ability"

I will add that "looking out for your own" is not...bad. Like I don't know precisely what you mean by this phrase, but it's actually very important to come to terms with the fact that your impact is strongest where your feet touch the ground, and you have a responsibility and relationship to the people immediately around you, the place immediately around you.

This has not been a popular opinion of mine in the past, but...you can't and shouldn't care about literally everything on the planet. There is of course huge global disparity with access to resources and aid networks, and the largest communities we belong to are: all of Earth and the whole human species.

However: your level of agency is so low with issues that are happening on the other side of the world from you, compared with issues that are happening in your home town. And we're seeing people just get completely burned out from compassion fatigue without ever doing shit because the global responsibility is pushed on us and the local responsibility is not.

I hated my hometown for a decade. In high school I wanted so badly to leave. It's one of those desolate-feeling towns that's developed enough for a shopping center and big chain retailers but not enough to have a sense of community or a single bookstore. I've never been able to place myself precisely along the urban-rural spectrum because I feel isolated from even isolation: there's nowhere to go that doesn't feel razed by human development, where you can't hear the noise of traffic on roads, but it's all cattle pastures, sprawling storage facilities, auto parts stores, big, empty churches. One wrong turn will put you in a dark valley where there are rotting, derelict trailers on cinder blocks hidden back in the woods, and this place has that same feeling of "nowhere to go."

And I felt paralyzed by everything bad happening around the world and the fact that I was just one person, and I had gotten the horrible impression that the only thing I could do about anything was vote and donate money to links I saw online. The worst lie the internet taught me was that in saving the world, nothing matters except Power, Money, and an unclear third category that involves throwing bricks at cops.

But I touched grass. And the weeds taught me something. Do you see the parking lots, the harsh pavement and gravel and brick? I saw. I was surrounded by this landscape of brutal, totalitarian surfaces, impermeable concrete locking the soil away. But in the cracks in the surfaces, dandelions, purslane, and spurge were thriving.

I observed that the spurge stretched out like a shaggy rug and padded the concrete surfaces. The old leaves of the dandelions, as they withered, caught bits of dirt as it flowed into drainage ditches after rains. Soil was forming, and the sprawling structure of the early weeds seemed specially adapted for the task. In older cracks, more plants moved in; I found a wild ruellia blooming in a paved road, an evening primrose. And in some places, seedling trees.

Have you seen what happens when a sidewalk is left unmaintained for years? It disappears. The roots slowly buckle and break it into pieces, and it vanishes beneath lush leaves and moss. A tree growing in a crack in concrete will slowly pry the slab apart.

This is how my IRL rewilding project got started—just pulling plants from the pavement cracks, raising them in pots. I was surprised and awed at the resilience of the plants. I found little trees in concrete with at least two years' growth on them, that had survived being mowed down multiple times.

The weeds changed my viewpoint on the world forever. Up until that point, certain facts about power and politics and money had seemed like law, but I'd suddenly seen that there was a deeper magic.

The dandelions' survival made it possible for others to survive, which in turn made even more life flourish. They could not demolish and remove the concrete and pavement, but they could overcome it by refusing to be destroyed, because the power to take care of each other is in their nature.

People have made fun of me for telling others to go plant a tree. I think culturally we have this ingrained dismissal of things like that due to the twee, cutesy associations of "tree hugging" environmentalists, except in this instance it's because planting a tree is pointless in light of something something systemic issues, not because climate change isn't real, or...whatever reason people have for finding environmentalists cringe. (That is kinda sus now that I think about it.)

And I'm not saying planting a tree will fix climate change. I'm saying that something in my brain had broken and planting a tree unbroke it.

Go outside. Touch grass. Do the work in the immediate community you belong to, in the place you are in, where you have the best and most impact. We have the power to take care of each other, and that power grows stronger the more we are cared for.

The internet is a good place to share information, but that's fucking it. The real stuff, the stuff you can touch with your hands, the stuff that will heal despair, is out there in the real, touchable world. You need to see and feel what you are doing. Don't just give help—accept it. The power to take care of each other is in our nature, and by nature we can give more when we thrive as a result of others' care.

I hope this helps.

#plants #gardening #dandelions #rewilding #plantarchy

[xhanelia]

I’ve discovered your blog and it’s single handedly feeding my current valorant obsession, I love your writing so much. With that said, could I please request a some fluffy confession scenes with Sova or possibly Chamber? Thank you so much!

I will abandon this page istg i hate tumblr but this is a request i can write in one go so here i am at 00:43. Lets see when i'll finish it. (Im done and its 03:00)

<<<The reader is another agent in the protocol in this fic. Sova part is GN and Chamber part is female reader. >>>

Hope you like it! And thank you sm!!

Confession headcannons with Sova and Chamber

He is the hollywood star of hiding emotions and pressing them in so no one can tell what he really feels or who is the person he has eyes on. Exept himself ofcourse.

He is not some kind of "i'll built up my emotions inside so i wont hurt anyone" kind of person. He knows he shouldnt hide them too long or it can cause damage. He talks about his problems to Brim like everybody does. But not love, ofcourse.

He thinks that he shouldnt feel like this to a coworker. Not that there isnt any couples in the HQ. There is Raze and KJ and he knows that Brim allows it.

He is probably scared of you rejecting him. If so, there will be a moody aura between whenever you two need to team up for a mission. He cannot allow that. That will effect both of your morals and the performance.

But every second he is not speaking about his feelings is like a torture to him. Like all of his energy is drawn out of him when he returns from a mission or just from trainings.

Spending his day at his room, not practising archery, not having conversations much often, sitting in the plane and looking out of the window while going to a mission rather than giving courage to people is not like him. Something is bothering him. Clearly.

You went to sit next to him. He immediately turned his head to you. "Did something happened?" He asked.

"I should be the one asking you that." You said. He stared at you for a good 15 seconds.

"Lets have this conversation after the mission." He suggested with the pressure of his own feelings. It was getting too much for him to handle. You did not pressed on it. The mission was a short one after all. Everyone did good and went back to the HQ with the same plane.

He immediately regret his choice of words when you stood infront of him when he tried to get out of the plane. He was planning to found an excuse but he didnt had the time to think about that.

"Umm..." he said trying to get some time to think. You lift a brow, implying that you both know why you are in his way.

"Lets talk about it when no one is around, shall we?" He said while bending over you a little.

"There is no one around, Sasha. You took unexpectedly long to leave the plane." You said. You were not letting him escape again.

He sighed. Looking around, really no one was left at the landing field. He grabbed your arm and getting you two both out of the plane. The sky was open and orange with the sunset of the beautiful winter.

He held both of your hands. You could feel the shake of them. It was ironic that the sniper of the protocol's hands was shaking that easily before you.

"You dont have to say anything, its better if we pretend that i said nothing, but..." you tilted your head and frown at the words. "I am in love with you." He says.

He is too scared to look you in the eyes or hear the words that will come out of your mouth so he continues to speak.

"I was too scared that our friendship will never be the same after my confession so i kept this feelings inside but they didnt stop growing. I felt like i was drowning and couldnt hide it anymore. I am sorry if i ruined our friendship and-"

He stopped after hearing your laugh. Did he said something stupid? Was this so childish for him to do? Why were you laughing?

"You were hiding this from me? For how long?" You said. He got confused. "Uhh... for... over 4 or 5 months?" He said, unsure about when he got this crush over you.

"You should have told me from the start silly. I like you too!" As you said, his eyes lit up with the happiness. Holding your hands tighter, he asked. "Really? Are you real? You are not saying that because you dont want me to feel bad, do you?"

With your head shake as a no, he hugs you while both of you laugh with joy. And there goes your first kiss with him. Under the orange sky with the blow of an air like a celebration of the nature for both of you.

Mhm. We all know this man aint hiding nothing. He shall show you and everyone that he has eyes on you so that nobody can steal you from him untill he officialy takes you out.

Yea i feel like he would take you out to an extra expensive restaurant to confess, even the offer itself looks like the confession already.

"Chamber, you really dont have to." You say while hanging the vandal back to its place. Training was over and the french man knew your schedule from head to toe. It was impossible for him to miss any of your free times.

"Please, the randevu was made from weeks ago. Plus, if it isnt going to be you then who is it?" He says while giving you the card of the restaurant. On the card, it was written the place of the restaurant (i will die from this stuffy nose istg i cannot write) with the date and time of the randevu with his fancy handwriting.

You gave a smile to him. Not often you got this kind of... um... take outs? (I forgor the word in english) He was generous to offer you this. Altough it was clear why he did this.

You contact Brim to clear that day but he said that Chamber did it for you. Then you discover that nearly everyone knows about the "take out" that you guys will have.

"O. M. G. You know that he will confess you that night, right?" Jett said while cutting cucumbers to put on her eyes but Phoenix eats them trying not to get caught. The girls night is getting little heavy on you. (Pho is one of the girls idc.)

"Yea, yea, i know. Who doesnt." You said while rolling your eyes. Trying to not pop the conversation much.

"I mean, i didnt got a confession in a fancy restaurant." KJ said while looking at Raze. Who has no idea whats going on.

"Well, im okay if he wants to do it this way but im not sure if i'll fit in that kind of atmosphere. Everyone and everything is so expensive. You know." You said while shaking your shoulders.

"Are you kidding me? That french has his eyes on you. You think he will matter if you fit in or not?" Neon lifts the cucumbers from her eyes and looks at you from the couch. You lift your hands sideways as to tell you dont know.

"We will make you fit." Phoenix says with excitement. "What is the date?" He asks while everyone awaits the answer from you.

Eventually, the date comes. Everyone you gave the date is more excited than you. Preparing your dress, makeup and everything like its a doll dressing game.

When it comes to Chamber, he was ready more than ever. It was like classic Chamber yet so different. He had his 'special occasion suit' on him and a smug smile on his face. He offers you his arm and you take it.

(You go to the restaurant but its getting too late and i need some sleep so imma skip that part.)

"So..." he says while you both sit face to face, eating dinner. He had studied this for over how many times and yet he is still nervous. You turned your look at him and raise a brow.

"We both know why we are here, Vincent. I like you too. You dont have to give me a whole speech." You said. Drinking some of the wine to cover your face and overexcitement.

He laughs at your boldness. "Its open like a book, isnt it?" He looks straight into your eyes. You feel like they could pierce through you. "Thats my girl. Bold and smart as always" He says. "You dont need a brain to see that you have eyes on me." It was your time to laugh.

He looks at you with that stupid smirk on his face. Like he truly fell in love if you. "I love you." He says. Giving up on the talk he had prepared. He felt like it was the only thing he needed to say.

Even if that three words was the only thing he said, they made your heartbeat race up immediately. With a giggle, you hold his hand that is on the table. "I love you." You said. The only thing he said and the only thing he needed to hear from you was the same nontheless.

#valorant #headcanon #sova #sova valorant #valorant sova #sova headcannons #sova x reader #valorant x reader #chamber #chamber valorant #chamber x reader #chamber headcannons

[captain-mj]

So the King Koenig (don't have german keys on my keyboard lol)?? With Horangi being his like?? Concubine I'm assuming since you said lover instead of husband?? Elaborate.

I said lover cause I hadn't decided, but let's go with concubine/courtesan <3

König hated peace meetings. Truly, he did. Right now the representative for the other side was rattling on and on, but they had a wandering gaze. It kept listing off to his right side where his lover was.

Horangi.

König looked at him and he couldn't blame the man for gazing. His mask was an elegant black shape with some red accents, covering the bottom half of his face. The hood on his robe had been pulled up to cover the rest of him, the only exception being his eyes. There was a gold collar around his pretty throat and gold bracelets on his wrists to signify that he was owned. Owned by König.

Despite being mostly covered, he was clearly a beautiful man. Beautiful dark eyes with such long eyelashes that fluttered every time he blinked.

"Should he be here?" They said softly, their displeasure clear.

"Why wouldn't he?"

"I don't believe we should bother a concubine with our discussions of politics."

König glanced at him, body tensing like a predator ready to pounce. For a glorious moment, he thought of ripping his jugular out. The man, despite his obvious chagrin, switched back to the topic at hand.

How dreadful. Was the poor man a eunuch? Could he not understand that after hours of this droll talk, he liked having handsome company to spend time with?

His mind started to wander to better things he could be doing. Like dragging Horangi to bed or kissing him or snuggling later.

As the meeting drew to close, the man asked him his thoughts. Only problem was König had tuned him out completely.

"One moment." He purred, trying not to let this guy know that. He tilted his head to Horangi who leaned up.

"Boils down to him getting a chunk of land for farming and you get access to a river we need to travel to the northern countries."

Another thing König loved about Horangi. He made things easy.

"I agree to the deal." König glared at the man. "I'll allow my advisors to talk over where the land is. I have more important matters to attend to." He got up and walked away, tugging Horangi by his hand.

Horangi moved quickly to his side to press into him. His arm went around Horangi's shoulders instead.

"My King, you really should pay more attention to things."

"It's boring." König groaned as he led them to his chambers. "I much prefer to have you do that. It interests you."

"Your advisors dislike your dependency on me. They believe I'm influencing you."

König pulled off his hood, loving the way Horangi's body instinctively relaxed and softened upon seeing his face. "Hong-jin, if you asked me to burn down every country I came across, I'd do it. I'd poison the rivers. Raze crops. Slaughter people." He kissed along his exposed wrists. "For your love, a kingdom seems small."

"I don't want that." Horangi chided. "I much prefer the violence you show in the field to the sadistic acts of a tyrant."

"Remind me to fight with my troops more." König sat back, treating the bed how he would a throne. His legs were open and his back straight. Power radiated off of him. It was all posturing, but it was undeniably effective.

Horangi slipped his robe off, leaving himself in just the jewelry. Besides the collar and bracelets, he did have necklaces and earrings in. Decorated. Along his hips were tattoos intertwined with scars that were made to resemble tiger stripes. His dark hair fell around his ears and spiked up, a mess from being put under a hood all day.

"Would you prefer if I rode you or should I lay down?" Horangi purred.

König swallowed. "Lay down for me."

Horangi slid past him and got on his knees, stretching and putting his ass on display for a moment before twisting and laying on his back.

König undid his belt, slowly sliding it from his loops. It hit the ground with a thud.

Horangi shivered a little and König wondered what he was thinking. The anticipation seemed to get to him as goosebumps broke out among his naked skin.

HIs shirt and pants fell on the ground not too long after. His giant hands ran along Horangi's inner thighs. "Beautiful."

Horangi smiled lazily. "My King, you know I don't like to wait."

"Not waiting. Savoring. There's a difference." He chided but he kissed him.

His legs wrapped around König's core and he rubbed against him, reveling in the skin against skin.

König held his legs open and got the special oil he kept specifically for Horangi. It smelled nice and it held heat easy. His fingers danced along his inner thighs until Horangi whined wordlessly. How could he continue to deny him when he sounded like that?

Carefully, he slid one of his fingers into his warm body. "So tight, Kätzchen. So small."

Horangi moaned and pushed back, desperate for it despite the burn. König put his hand on his lower back so he could feel Horangi roll his hips against him. Before long, he added another finger, loving the little mewls it got from him.

He reached deeper into him, stretching him out and preparing him thoroughly.

"Just put it in already." Horangi ordered, thrashing a little. "Want your cock. I don't need to be coddled."

"Prepped and coddled are very different things."

Horangi hissed at him and clawed at his shoulders. "Come on. Break me open. Don't you want to see me cry from it?"

König groaned. "Such a filthy mouth."

Horangi glowered before grinning viciously. "Fuck me like that representative wanted to. Fuck me like I'll finally shut up."

König flipped him over so his face was in the bed and yanked his hips up. With a smooth motion, he thrust into him, feeling more than hearing the squeak it forced out of Horangi. Despite Horangi's goading, he rocked into him to start, trying to make sure he wouldn't tear him.

The moment he was certain Horangi really could handle it, he pulled out until just the tip was in before shoving himself all the way back in. He grabbed him and forced him to bend further, sliding in as deep as he could.

"Just like that, 애인. Just like that." Horangi moaned sweetly, trying his best to get closer. His hand reached down and pressed at his lower stomach, intensifying the pressure for both of them.

König was a machine in bed. He didn't stop, didn't falter. He pulled all the way out every time, only occasionally stopping to grind into Horangi's prostate to get a few mewls out before going back to his thrusting.

His lips pressed against Horangi's shoulders and back, loving him dearly. His Horangi.

He switched his grip to instead pull him up and to his chest, thrusting up and into him.

Horangi clenched when he was deep inside, trying to please König. Pleasure sparked through him each time he could feel him bare down.

His thrusts sped up as he started to get close. "This what you wanted? Learn your place yet?"

Horangi nodded quickly and pressed further into him. "Just like that. I love you."

"I love you too." König whispered to him, stroking Horangi slowly. Horangi came hard and the fluttering of his tight hole dragged König over the edge. "I love you. I love you so much. My stars. My love. My heart."

Horangi bit into König's arm, tightening his grip as König fucked him through both of their orgasms. His legs had a slight tremble in them when he finally went limp and satisfied.

#Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #cod #call of duty #Konig #König #Horangi #Körangi #König x Horangi #Horangi x König

[laineystein]

okay, this is kind of a stupid question coming from someone who could not be further from the conflict if i tried, so this is probably idiotic in more ways that i can see, but i *have* to ask: israel, as far as I'm aware and even discounting military aid received from other countries, has more than enough firepower to raze gaza- and the west bank- several times over, and it also excels in the defence half of it.

now, to be extremely clear, i am not suggesting actually shelling the gaza strip into dust as that would be nothing more than senseless killing of innocents, directly counter to Israel's goals, and also terrible optics, but in light of this wide precipice of power, why, in your eyes, is the IDF not attempting to force a surrender from hamas by means of threatening to just blow everything up sky high?

This is not a stupid question. It’s a decent question and it has a very simple answer:

Israel values human life. Hamas does not.

If we were to threaten to flatten Gaza, Hamas wouldn’t care. Most of their commanders don’t live there and those that do are hiding in a tunnel system that isn’t (for the most part) impacted by our very specific airstrikes. (This is the same reason we haven’t completely decimated their entire tunnel system when we absolutely have the capability - we know that many of our hostages are being kept there.)

Hamas had made it explicitly clear that they don’t care about their own people and they acknowledge that they use them as human shields *because* they know that Israel does our best to avoid casualties at all cost. This is also why they took hostages in the first place. They know we’ll be more careful. They’re hateful pieces of shit but they know how we operate.

Bottom line, Israel doesn’t want to flatten Gaza. We don’t want innocent civilians to die; we want our hostages back and we want Hamas to surrender.

#⚔️🇮🇱 #f*ck h@m@s #ask things

[ainescribe]

the irony of being indian and supporting israel is completely omitting british colonialism from your history and walking over the sacrifices of people who were labeled terrorists, who died to free us. we're a free people because of them. and supporting israel is pure disrespect to that.

what would bose say? gandhi say? nehru say? all these men were not perfect human beings. they had flaws. but they wanted us to be free. they were arrested, assassinated, silenced, humiliated as they rallied for freedom. india once stood for palestine. a lot of us still do, those who refuse to let people suffer, those who still hold their humanity close.

you call yourselves nationalists yet you forget the scars the west brought upon us. you forgot jallianwala bagh. you forgot the bengal famine. you forgot the artisans who lost their businesses, their hands and pieces of our culture. you forgot the farmers who lost their revenues, razing their crops and their source of income and food down to plant indigo just to dye british clothes. you forgot the women raped, the children murdered, the traditions lost, the cultures appropriated, the razing of queer and sexual identity to the ground. all of them. you have forgotten all of them.

in the end, the extremists in this country are bootlickers to white supremacy and islamaphobic rethoric. we're already mimicking the actions of our oppressors. we're already silencing the voices of minorities. we're already letting states burn and hate crimes run rampant as we begin a regime of fascism of our own.

we're still the west's dogs in the end.

we were never free.

#from the river to the sea #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #free gaza #free palestine #israel is an apartheid state #india #colonialism #britain #british #noah schnapp #i am ashamed.

[ossidae-passeridae]

13 :)

Question from here

13. Were the Jedi right or wrong to ban attachments? What constitutes an attachment?

SO GLAD YOU ASKED

Attachment, as the word is used in Star Wars, is an attempt to translate the Buddhist idea of upadana. I… don't think it's a good one — I would have used rapacity personally — but uh, points for effort I guess. 

More than anything else, it's specifically and explicitly a cause of suffering. 

It's not love, not in any positive connotation of the word. It's coveting. It's greed. It's wanting to possess someone, not caring what their feelings are on the matter. Not letting them go, even if they beg. It's needing the next hit of a drug to function, even if you hate what the drug does to you, hate the person you become under the influence.

@gffa has an excellent post on attachment as we see it in the core lore (movies, TCW, word of god etc) if you want further explanation/examples.

So, back to the original question: are the Jedi right to ban attachments? (An aside: they don't ban it, they're not the church, but we'll ignore that for now.)

The Jedi are magical space wizards, with the power to cause mass destruction. They choose not to, because they've grown up understanding that they must be responsible, and live harmoniously with the world around them. This keeps both them and their society safe(r). 

Do I think people with built-in abilities to raze cities should be controlled by greed and fear? No, actually. I think that's a terrible idea. We had one darksider with Jedi-level powers completely destroy democracy in what was once the Republic after plunging the entire known universe into a years-long war. One. There are 10,000 trained Jedi Knights. 

I don't want to even imagine that universe. 

(All opinions expressed above are solely those of pass e. ridae and do not express the views or opinions of any affiliates or associates, passerine or otherwise)

#dae asks #star wars #attachment #I have ongoing umbrage with Lucas' choice of translation there #such is life

[peoplevsbirds]

That’s a lot of words, you could have kept it succinct by just saying that you hate muslims.

Idk how many fucking times we have to tell you that the “FTRTTS” is about THE LAND OF PALESTINE!!!

No, the “evil muslims” aren’t planning on slaughtering everyone who currently lives in Israel, that’s the Israeli armies M.O.

And don’t even act like Christians are taking up arms against Israel. most Christians love the existence of Israel for 2 reasons, 1. It provides an easy way to get rid of their Jewish populations by encouraging them to leave their countires, and 2. Evangelicals want the Jews in Israel so when the ends of times come, every jew will die so they can be reunited w Jesus in heaven (or whatever the fuck).

Not to mention how many IDF soldiers and Israeli citizens are posting on social media about how they can’t wait to raze Gaza to the fucking ground.

Companies are planning on siezing that land and are auctioning it off to Israeli’s and other foreign zionists literally right fucking now.

Literally how can you argue that the current goal of the IDF is to do anything but either kill everyone in Gaza or force them out of the land using terrorism????

Signed,

An exhausted antizionist Jew

#palestine #free palestine #israel #free gaza #gaza #idf #iof #jews for palestine #jewish antizionism #antizionist jew #anti zionist jew

[ap-kinda-lit]

Saiyan Squad AU outline (part 2) ⭐️

part 1

Vegeta, Nappa, Raditz, and Kakarot form a squad and fight in a war between Frieza and what remains of the Saiyans.

At some point early on, they land on Vampa, where they find Broly.

Broly’s father, Paragus, was banished to Vampa after he was accused of working with Frieza. As further punishment, Broly was sent with him so the two would surely die on the planet together. They managed to survive and Paragus swore revenge. Before the squad arrived, Paragus had presumably abandoned Broly. When Broly meets Raditz, Kakarot, Nappa, and Vegeta, they right away recognize his immense power and take him in.

The Squad travel space and go on mission after mission, trying to find a new planet call home and bring down Frieza’s empire.

As king, Vegeta is the self-declared leader and the angry, arrogant gremlin we all know and love. Since they’ve known him since childhood and practically grew up together, Raditz and Kakarot are pretty casual with him and call him names like “boss” or “Geets”, which annoys Vegeta. He also hates how he turns out to be the shortest among his team of giants. Also, after being forced into being a child king, held hostage, and having his world and people mercilessly slaughtered, Vegeta is (understandably) hell bent on killing Frieza himself. He also strives to rebuilding his kingdom to its former glory and becoming the strongest king there ever was.

Raditz is a sarcastic (not so) little shit and the stressed, tired older sibling of Kakarot. He always picks on his idiot little brother and bemoans about constantly looking after him (but let’s face it he does care about his baby brother). He himself is a hot mess who somehow gets into trouble a lot and loves chaos (when it’s done to someone that’s not him, that is).

Ah, Kakarot…he’s essentially still our beloved goofball himbo. He aspires to being a great warrior and may come off as intimidating due to his strength, gruff appearance, and wild nature at first, but Kakarot is surprisingly friendly, kind-hearted, and not as gung-ho on killing as most Saiyans would be. He’s laid-back, happy-go-lucky, and loves a good time. To him, the whole team is his family and his idea of a mission is exploring like he’s on a fun field trip. Kakarot is weaker than his teammates and his demeanor doesn’t make it any easier, so he’s seen and treated as the runt of the bunch. He makes up for it with his loyalty and hard-work ethic. If he is intimidated or attacked, he will fight. He also doesn’t like being mocked. Kakarot tries to be an ideal Saiyan, scary and tough as nails, but his good nature always somehow comes out.

Nappa is basically the Team Dad. He trains and looks after Vegeta, Raditz, Kakarot, and Broly from young ages (so it’s no wonder he ends up bald as a melon so soon). He’s essentially a more butch version of Ginyu; rough but still very flamboyant. He would exercise to The Village People and kick back and happily watch his boys raze a whole city. As you can guess, he’s not a very responsible parental figure.

Broly is the newest recruit and the wild card. He normally keeps to himself and is very quiet, so when chaos erupts (as it almost always does) he usually just watches or casually plays a small part. He’s just glad to be a part of something. But by no means is he all that harmless. If he’s called into action or when things get hairy, you might want to start running. He’s basically a nuclear bomb crossed with an elephant.

The Saiyans come across Earth by happenstance. Kakarot crash lands there after being chased by Frieza’s men. His pod and scouter are both badly damaged in the wreck, so he explores around while finding a way off the planet or at least contact his squad. Along the way, he finds the four star dragon ball. He doesn’t know what it is but he thinks it’s neat and it reminds him of Planet Sadala. He does also get chased after by Frieza scouts and encounters the Red Ribbon Army (who are attracted by his new souvenir and they steal his totaled pod). With all the havoc going on around him, he of course attracts the attention of the Z Fighters (Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Krillin, Roshi, and Bulma).

Kakarot does cross paths with the Ox King & Chichi also and an accidental marriage proposal still takes place, but Kakarot doesn’t understand it at first because Saiyans do not practice marriage and are not that familiar with ‘dating’, ‘boyfriends/girlfriends’, ‘husbands/wives’ or weddings (the closest they have is a very small formal ceremony practiced only by Saiyan royalty). When it’s explained to him and Kakarot realizes he’s technically chosen Chichi as his mate, he’s…thrilled. She’s a cute princess who can use a giant fan as a weapon like it’s nothing and she’s a hell of a cook. She’s pretty much his dream girl.

There’s also Vegebul & Launchitz, but I might go into detail in another post.

On a random, fun note, Nappa and Master Roshi strangely become sort of friends. They’re both bald senseis and they love exercise videos (Roshi for perverted reasons, Nappa actually does like them for fun exercise)

#Saiyan squad AU #Saiyan squad #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dbz #dragon ball super #dbs #Au #alternate universe #saiyans #raditz #kakarot #Goku #son Goku #Vegeta #Nappa #Broly #gochi