Even in the face of relentless opposition, the human spirit remains resilient, poised to assail the barriers of injustice and forge a path toward a brighter, more equitable future.
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“The next wall”
The next wall
Built with hopes and bones, /
we assail the next brick wall. /
Mortal to mortar.
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assail
(1) to attack violently: assault
(2) to encounter, undertake, or confront energetically
(3) to oppose, challenge, or criticize harshly and forcefully
(4a) to trouble or afflice in a manner that threatens to overwhelm
(4b) to be perceived by (a person, a person's senses, etc.) in a strongly noticeable and usually unpleasant way
"once again the sense of helplessness assailed him." (1984, george orwell, p.272)
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The thing about c!tommy that’s so insane to me is that, well, he isn’t especially brave? Like he is never opposed to just running from a fight, he will scream and cry and plead and sob if tubbo pulls out an axe for like half a second. He is really not a paragon in any sense of the word.
AND YET PROTECTION AND FIGHTING IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE WAYS THAT HE SHOWS AFFECTION like if there is a mob hitting you and ctommy loves you that mob is going to die. If you want to hurt his friends he will bite you and claw your throat out. He is not a brave boy but he is a loving boy and I can gonna be sick
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so uhhh I don’t normally get the Animatic Urge, but for some reason I really wanted to do this little bit from 6-37! there’s not really a punchline or anything, I just...inexplicably felt like drawing this scene (by which I mean the first little bit of this scene, minus a few lines for ~streamlining~ and the sake of not spending forever on it).
it was gonna be just for me but, eh, it’s hardly the most pointless thing I’ve ever posted, now you can enjoy(?) it too! 👍
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Violence of its voice + Luthien 💖💖
Thank you for the prompt! This one took me a hot minute (three months), but I finally landed on a concept. Did you realise Lúthien probably knew her grandsons? I hadn't.
Lúthien gives tiny Eluréd and Elurín their first taste of a Song of Power. 365 words. On AO3.
Since the Silmaril came to Tol Galen, Lúthien has gone down to the banks of Adurant each day at dusk and sung to the waters. A mortal hearing her song would think it sweet: a lullaby or hymn. But in it she winds the same power she harnessed to unbind rock, topple the world’s mightiest foe, and divert the course of Doom.
Tonight is the first time her grandsons have joined her. Eluréd’s wide, star-grey eyes are fixed on her. The light of the Nauglamír, resting on her breast, blazes on his round little face. He has a thumb in his mouth—a habit he should have lost by now, but he is nervous. Awed: it is the first time he has seen the Silmaril. He reminds Lúthien of herself: curious, innocent, unaware of his strength. She gently pulls his hand from his mouth, squeezes it in hers.
“Don't worry," she says, "I will ensure you know your power."
Elurín is crouched down low beside her, watching the sparkle of the sinking sun in the water. With his silken silver hair, he reminds her of her father, and she is glad that the image of Elu Thingol is not altogether lost to the world. She hopes he will be guided towards greater wisdom.
She lays a hand on his back. “Come, little one. It is time to sing.”
Elurín straightens. “Sing how, Nana Lu?” he asks.
“Listen and follow me. Your heart will tell you how.”
Lúthien closes her fingers around their tiny hands, one in each of hers. Her eyes fall shut. She sings her gentle melody, scarcely louder than the ripple of the river. But deep, deep beneath the current she buries a violent music. One that will break the will of any who dares the crossing with ill intent.
The two children join her, their voices small and faint, but laced with quiet power even now.
The song ended, she scoops them up from the ground, one small body balanced on each arm, and kisses the tops of their heads. Tears sting the edges of her eyes. She has always sung to protect those she loves, and she has never failed. But soon, she will not be here for them—and, for all her bliss, she is afraid.
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is it way off base to think the butt crushers are/were trying to help lucy but, because they didn’t have the breadth of experience as say the bad kids have through the sheer variety of encounters, just couldn’t face whatever god or monster came for her (or came for all of them)? and now they’re seeking a resolution with better skill and intention following a huge motivating loss
like maybe their heel turn is more about revenge on lucy’s behalf and the bad kids just happen to be in their way because the bad kids are always at the center of some deep shit lmao
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