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My grandmother talks about how growing up in Belfast, Ireland, British soldiers would raid the local Irish people's houses, steal from them, smash up their homes or burn them out, beat up or kill or imprison the men, rape the women, and then justify their actions by saying the local people were harbouring IRA terrorists and illegal weapons stores even though they weren't. Any time the British committed an act of violence against the Irish it was the same excuse.

And every time Israel blows up a school, hospital, refugee camp killing hundreds of civilians in the process and justifies it by saying they were harbouring Hamas it makes me think of that. Colonialism never changes.

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So it stands this ideia i have that Viper is the one closest to understanding Omen’s condition and yet the one to most easily dehumanize him for it. Does it come from a place of fear? A guilt that demands control of the situation ? Like, this time she won't let things get out of hand.

Shes looking out for him, regardless of his input on it, because he's unstable, and she is a scientist.

cause maybe she’s right. Maybe only she can guess what omen’s truly capable of and its terrible, and thats why shed be willing to go the necessary lengths to stop it. Still... pretty fucked up... Just another day with Omen having little agency over his fate and body aahhhh...

And its coming from a place of anguish! Omen is getting closer to figuring out what happened to him and that's been his only life mission ever since coming back from the dead empty and hurt. To say that him having to face his trauma (aka dying in agony and losing his memories in the process) is dangerous to others is... cold... I sincerely hope Viper is wrong, mostly bcs this portrayal of traumatized ppl has become very tiresome in media, but also because Omen has shown he also thinks of himself like that, as something dangerous. I mean, narratively speaking Omen going full on Monster Mode would look pretty fucking cool most likely and is fitting for the action genre that VALORANT is.... But also, it would be cool to have a nuanced little take abt how ppl with mental health problems often hurt themselves much more than they can ever hurt others....... Not expecting that from val but gonna be thinking abt it for fics regardless

Maybe it is bcs Viper knows what happened though, that she knows that him knowing what happened wouldnt help him at all... But then, is that her choice to make? is this about his past at all or is she really just thinking he should move on already? I dont know! Ive wrote a fic abt this part here bcs it intrigues me.

Anyway this is me rambling cause im very excited we're FINALLY getting the real Omen crumbs.... I cant wait to see where this will lead, and hopefully it is to something cool

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so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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Tried to draw Alejandro

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Local edgelords don't know how to interact with people.

Succeed anyway.

I just think if anyone else ever listened on their conversations they'd think they're threatening each other but they're chill actually

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Arm Anatomy Studies by Fakhear

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I’m just saying, if he can plant a spike, he should be able to shoot a gun

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I feel like the reason certain dog-lovers insist cats are evil is because they read their body language as if they were dogs. So here’s a very basic guide to common “mean” things cats do that actually aren’t mean at all if you know what they’re thinking.

Rolling and exposing belly- attacks you when touched Does not mean: Give belly rubs! - haha I tricked you!  Actually means: I’m playful! If you reach for my belly I’ll grab your arm and bite it because I think we’re playfighting! 

Lazily exposing belly - still attacks when touched Does not mean: tricked you again! Actually means: I’m showing you my belly because I trust you. Please don’t break that trust by invading my personal space. I might accept a belly rub if I’m not ticklish and I know you well. Snapping at you while being pet Does not mean: I suddenly decided I dislike you! Actually means: You’re petting me in a way that gives me too much restless energy. Please focus on petting my head and shoulders instead of stroking the full length of my back next time.

Is in the same room but makes no attempt to interact Does not mean:  I’m ignoring you Actually means: We’re hanging out! I’m being respectful by giving you space while still enjoying your company. Slapping/scratching your hand when you try to pet them Does not mean: I hate you! Actually means: You’ve failed to establish that we’re not playing, or the way you’re approaching me scares me. Be calmer, speak more gently, make eye-contact and blink slowly at me before you try again.

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i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing

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So we’re all coming back to Tumblr huh

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thinking about mirror omen hearing people cry out and cry out and die out in the waters, and

reach out, shuddering through existence to meet those also struggling to live for another moment, so they don't become another whispering keening wailing screaming soul, torn away from themselves.

hold on. cling to me. we'll put this flood behind us. what's another death? something to prevent, if he can