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fandomxo00 · 14 days

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Tolerate it pt. 5 of reviewing the story of taylor and joe

this song is about a women who is basically in a one sided relationship and is trying to do everything to get her lover's attention. she notices every little thing he does and doesnt do, she waits. when i first heard this song i didnt think it could correlate with their relationship bc when i first heard it i thought they were together and happy for all of these years even though her music proves the opposite

but its the perfect song because so far in this album its mostly been her fault for why they broken up or why things were messy. but she recognizes in this song that its not just her fault.

a theme throughout their relationship is Joe kinda not caring, or she tries so hard to keep them together to redeem their love, and he tolerates it. there is a theory going around that joe didnt like all the fame taylor had she wanted the cabin woodsy girl who did write music and had problems regulating herself but when it came to the eras tour it was the straw that broke the camel's back and he wanted to settle down, get married, have babies and start a non-public or less in his case, when in reality that isnt who taylor is. he wants her to be something she's not, or wants a part of her rather than the whole deal.

another part of me doubting it was about Joe was because she talks about this man being older, but i do get the vibe from joe that he comes off much wiser and sophisticated for his age and that could be the reason why she makes the parallel or...hear me out on this one, she's being a bit sarcastic with her lyrics, "he's so much older and wiser and ahhhh--" she says this more than once and almost in a way satire way but so much anguish, ecause i do feel that in a way he is being childish with how he acts and how he wants a certain version of her. Or that he takes things one dimensionally and can't see the full picture ---i believe that she and himself both think that he in someway is better than her

i wait by the door like im just a kid, or i greet you with a battle hero's welcome, we literally saw this in miss americana when she runs up to him after a show, running through the hallway like a child running up to their parent because they'd been apart so long...

but she does go back to the self blame when she says, "if its all in my head tell me now, tell me i got it wrong somehow." but she does have a stance knowing that she should be treated better but giving him the benefit of the doubt because someone you love shouldn't treat you poorly. so maybe something was going on with him or she was doing something wrong.

"i take your indiscrections all in good fun" going back to how he may ridicule her career, if i we're taylor swift and someone was telling me to give everything up for a guy---in the end she did the right thing in walking away when she did

"while you were out building other worlds, where was i?" feeling like she was no longer apart of his life in a way she once had, that she wasn't apart of his world, that he didnt want her to be in it. "wheres the man who'd throw blankets over my barb wire?" she doesnt regonsize this man anymore, he used to even protect her from herself and he no longer does that---she gave everything to this man and now she can barely get anything out of him, "now im begging (parallel to willow? she was begging him to come with her) for footnotes in the story of your life." she is begging him to share parts of his life when he's being closed off

he assumes everything is fine, that maybe she was reading about his success in his movies in articles rather than hearing it from him. she always felt like she was "always taking up too much space or time."

"you assume im fine but what you would do if i." is so powerful because he is content with things being one way in tis the damn season this is shown with, "if its okay with you, its okay with me." that if she can be with him and have things not be right and thats okay with joe and thats okay with her, but showing that its much more painful with, "break free and leave us in ruin, took this dagger in me and remove it, gain the weight of you to lose it. believe me i can do it" taking the pain she feels away by finally ending the relationship finally ending her misery. she's even threatening to him that im going to leave i can leave if i want to, trying to claim any power she can over him because earlier in the song she demonstrates that in someway he is superior than her, that takes her power away and now she's trying to find it again rather than keeling over and taking the abuse/neglect.

there is so much underlying anger in this song, because she knows the way she is being treated is wrong but she's taking it because she wants any part of him that she can have (shown in tis the damn season), even if its not 100 authentic and real

#taylor swift #evermore #tolerate it

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honestly ever since i was a young girl i always get made fun of (especially by MEN) because of my interests, so that commentary from james didn't really faze me anymore. idk im just immune to it. but that doesn't mean its ok... we do know that 99.9% of the prejudice and hatred for female-dominated fanbase or just spaces in general are deep-rooted in misogyny, right? and to clarify... joon said "appreciate your apology", not "accept your apology" (even tho the "apology" in question was non-existent) ecause i think that he knows it was not their (bts) apology to accept. we (their fans) were the ones targeted, not them. so whether we get over it, offended over it, or not care about it, is entirely our decision and choice. just bcs bts seemed ok with him the whole show or behind the scenes, doesn't mean i have to be okay with james too bcs i was the WOMAN who was yet again a victim of neverending misogyny. this whole "15-year old rabid, clueless female fans" narrative is played out. repetitive. and will never be funny to me and if that's ok with some of yall, then i think you really should question urself and your values. but that's just me 🤷🏼‍♀️

im not gonna be a hater of JC, because i really could care less about him. he's just another white man whose character is not really surprising, altho i will say that the comment was really a bit disappointing. but this is never gonna stop and it's a little hurtful that women just have to take it. but it's always been like that anyways.

oh, sorry (we have another one I forgot about)! I’m more disappointed how he joked about it after having such a “good” relationship with the guys and saying what a big fan he is, I know he’s an entertainer but he’s not stupid enough to not know it’ll make some of the fans offended. I just wasn’t expecting him to act like this and AFTER the whole thing happened. I liked him very much as a host, but now I’m just completely surprised by his behavior and I no longer trust him🤷‍♀️

#ask: anon

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glitterypeanutmugnickel · 2 years

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April 6, 2022

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Today, all but two of the Republicans in the House of Representatives voted against a resolution finding Trump aides Dan Scavino and Peter Navarro in contempt of Congress for refusing to comply with subpoenas from the House Select Committee to Investigate the January 6th Attack on the U.S. Capitol. Among the early “no” votes was Representative Greg Pence (R-IN), whose brother, Vice President Mike Pence, was in danger from the mob on January 6 after then-president Trump blamed him for his refusal to overturn the election. The two who voted in favor were committee vice chair Liz Cheney (R-WY) and committee member Adam Kinzinger (R-IL).

The Republicans explicitly backed former president Trump and insisted that the investigation of the January 6 insurrection was simply a way to try to keep Trump off the ballot in 2024 and to distract from scandals potentially involving President Joe Biden’s son Hunter (who holds no government office).

The Democrats, in turn, warned that Trump’s attack on our democracy must not go unchallenged. Representative Jamie Raskin (D-MD) called the Republicans a party “drenched in Putin propaganda” and noted that it had turned even on Cheney, who used to rank third in the leadership of House Republicans, “[b]ecause if you don’t go along with Donald Trump…a cult…they will attack you.”

An important current feeding the Republicans’ embrace of Trump is that the Republican leadership is wedded to an ideology that sees the most important American principle as a specific form of individual economic “freedom,” not democracy.

After World War II, Americans of both parties began to defend the concept of democracy, in which every person was equal before the law. That meant civil rights for Black and Brown Americans, as well as for women. But it also meant that the government tried to keep the economic playing field level enough that everyone had an equal shot at rising to prosperity.

Beginning with the New Deal in the 1930s and reaching into the 1970s, the government regulated business and protected workers and consumers. Those opposed to such a government insisted that such protections hurt their freedom to arrange their businesses as they saw fit. Second to their hatred of regulations was their dislike of the taxes that funded the government bureaucrats who inspected their factories, as well as underpinning social welfare programs. But it was the promise to cut taxes for working Americans that enabled them to take the White House in 1980.

The idea that America meant freedom for individuals to act as they wished took over the Republican Party after the election of Ronald Reagan as president. Beginning in 1981, the party focused on tax cuts to put more money in the hands of the wealthy, who would, they insisted, use it to expand the economy. Using the government to defend the “demand side,” by protecting equality, would destroy the ability of business leaders to arrange the economy in the most productive way possible. It was, Republicans said, “socialism.” And so, Republicans focused on cutting regulations and slashing taxes.

Rather than revise their ideology when their “supply side” economics concentrated wealth upward rather than promoting widespread prosperity, the Republicans doubled down on it, promoting deregulation and tax cuts above all else. They have now, in the second generation since Reagan, become convinced that their version of “freedom” is the fundamental principle on which the United States stands and that any challenge to it will destroy the country.

At the Conservative Political Action Conference in Florida in late February, the attendees had little to say about authoritarian Russian president Vladimir Putin’s invasion of democratic Ukraine, which had happened days before. But they had plenty to say about Democrats.

On February 26, Senator Rick Scott (R-FL) gave a speech in which he said “We survived the war of 1812, Civil War, World War I and World War II, Korea, Vietnam, and the Cold War,” but “[t]oday, we face the greatest danger we have ever faced: The militant left-wing in our country has become the enemy within.” He claimed: “The woke Left now controls the Democrat Party. The entire federal government, the news media, academia, big tech, Hollywood, most corporate boardrooms, and now even some of our top military leaders… They want to end the American experiment. They want to replace freedom with control.”

This is completely wrong historically, of course. But the rising extremism of the Republican leadership suggests that it is concerned that American voters, including Republican voters, are turning against the ideology of “freedom” that focuses on concentrating wealth on the supply side of the economic equation and would like to see the government try to restore some semblance of equality. This would mean higher taxes on the wealthy.

A YouGov poll released April 1 shows that 60% of Americans think that billionaires don’t pay the full amount of taxes they owe. Among poorer voters, only 16% thought billionaires were playing fair, while a whopping 63% thought they were not, and 20% were not sure. Two thirds of Americans think that households should pay at least 20% of their income over $100 million in taxes. In not a single demographic category did that number fall under 50%, and the only category for which it was 50% was Republicans.

More broadly, Americans have called for higher taxes on the wealthy and corporations now for years. In 2018, two thirds of Americans said they were dissatisfied with “the way income and wealth are distributed in the U.S.”; in 2017, 78% said that what bothers them about the U.S. tax system is that the wealthy don’t pay their fair share, and 80% said what bothers them is that corporations don’t pay their fair share.

Biden’s proposed $5.8-trillion 2023 budget, released at the end of March, proposes tax increases on the wealthy and on corporations. It would end Trump’s 2017 tax cut for the wealthy early. That cut sliced the top marginal income tax rate from 39.6 to 37% until December 31, 2025. It would also tax the interest on stocks and bonds, which currently is not taxed until those assets are sold, which means that their owners can accumulate large sums of money without ever being taxed on it, while wage workers pay full freight on their income. Biden wants to make American households worth more than $100 million pay a tax rate of at least 20% on their real income as well as on the gains on their unsold stocks and bonds.

The administration also wants to get rid of the 2017 Trump tax cuts, which cut the corporate tax rate from 35% to 21%. Biden’s proposal would raise the corporate tax rate from the Trump low of 21% up to 28%.

The White House says these taxes would raise $1.5 trillion over the next decade, and it wants to use that money to fund public housing, science, police departments, climate change adjustments, education, pandemic preparedness, and, in this precarious time for democracy, increases to the military. While Trump’s tax cuts drove the national debt up to an astounding $23.2 trillion by the end of 2019 (up from $19.9 trillion when he took office), Biden promises to use money from his proposed tax increases to pay down the deficit.

Biden’s plans signal an end to the era of “freedom” in American politics and a return to a focus on equality and democracy. In this, they, hark back to the principles of the original Republican Party. During the Civil War, when faced with a mounting debt in their fight to protect the government, the Republicans invented the U.S. income tax in order, as Senate Finance Committee chair William Pitt Fessenden (R-ME) said, to make sure that tax burdens would “be more equalized on all classes of the community, more especially on those who are able to bear them.” Representative Thaddeus Stevens (R-PA) agreed, saying: “It would be manifestly unjust to allow the large money operators and wealthy merchants, whose incomes might reach hundreds of thousands of dollars, to escape from their due proportion of the burden.”

Meanwhile, Senator Rick Scott’s “11-Point Plan to Rescue America” promises to put income taxes on the 50% of Americans who currently don’t make enough to be taxed. It’s part of his plan to “grow America’s economy, starve Washington’s economy, and stop Socialism.”

It’s no wonder the Republicans are trying to keep the national focus on Trump and the culture wars.

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wandaluvstacos · 4 years

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I swear to god man if I have to see one more “this obvious mlm scam is sex trafficking” post i’m gonna lose it. Why are the teens so obsessed with sex trafficking?????

Lady acting weird in a store? She’s part of an mlm. Sign that says “jobs for teens!”? Obvious scammy business venture. Neither of these things are sex trafficking. They just want you to work for Cutco.

The reason I hate this all so much is that everyone acts like sex trafficking is some big secret lurking in the darkness when in fact we know who these people are, but none of yinz wanna listen to their victims. You don’t want to listen to sex workers, trans women, immigrants, or runaway teens, who are almost always the victims of sex trafficking (the chances of some middle-class white girl getting trafficked by a stranger in fucking wal-mart I mean are you kidding me). You’d rather concoct these vast conspiracy theories because they’re fun for you. Being scared is fun, that’s why you watch horror movies, right?

99% of missing children are found alive and returned home. Sex traffickers aren’t waiting behind trees to kidnap random ladies and sell them on the streets. A lot of these stupid ass posts people propagate were thought up by some idiot white dude pretending to be a teen girl because it makes him money. Meanwhile, real people are being harmed but no one is giving them a microphone, because none of yinz actually give a shit.

If people had actually listened to women, this whole Epstein thing wouldn’t have happened like it did. But it’s more fun to go spelunking for bullshit than to just, I dunno, listen to women who come forward with rape accusations?????

I’m tired of all these conspiratorial teens on Tumblr and elsewhere. Give it a rest. Stop spreading these obvious lies for a scary thrill. If someone is acting weird to you in public, then just get yourself away from them. You don’t need to speculate over why they were talking to you. They probably wanted you to buy Essential oils or some shit.

This all makes me so mad because it’s scaring people for no reason AND it distracts from REAL victims and REAL issues and THAT is what pisses me off the most. Listen to women. Listen to sex workers. Listen to immigrant and trans activists. Fix the foster care system. Until yinz do that, i don’t wanna see another dumb ass post about plastic zip ties on review mirrors or whatever other dumb shit yinz get yourself worked up over. jfc. LISTEN TO VICTIMS. IT’S THAT EASY.

#I'm so done with this #yinz need to learn how Snopes works

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Dragon Dancer Chapter 11: Ouroboros

The door vanished. The cavern returned to darkness, the only glow coming from the egg that contained the thrashing dragon. My fate was sealed. Hanging my head, I burst into tears. All the emotion I'd held back since I left Cassell came pouring out of me. “I don’t want to die…” I wailed.

The dragon egg splintered with a loud pop. The dragon had kicked its hindlegs and was forcing its way out, fluid pouring out from the cracks. It was staring at me through the translucent shell. It was brilliant blue, about the size of a horse with bright yellow eyes and wings for arms. Those powerful legs were driving its escape from the egg to be born. It was beautiful.

I had wanted to actually see a dragon, never thinking it would be the last thing I would ever see. The egg tipped over and shattered. The creature fell to its back, kicking helplessly. Its wings were pinned underneath its body and it couldn’t roll over. It let out a loud distressed screech.

I looked at my twisted blackened hands. My pain had stopped. It seemed that closing the door had halted the progression of my illness. I looked back towards where it had been but there were no singing statues and no images. There didn’t seem to be any way to get out of this place.

And then there was the bomb. I didn’t know how much time I had, but it couldn’t be much. The intention was to kill this dragon egg. I watched the hatchling squirming as it hissed and kicked, still wet with fluid and now dirty with gravel and dust.

I didn’t know any dragon language other than what I’d just learned. So that was what I decided to use, repeating just those three words. The Eternal Cycle, the Unity of all Things, and Self-Sufficiency. The creature's rapid breathing slowed. It's nostrils took in my scent.

The room suddenly brightened.

I looked up at a new door, one much larger than the one I’d passed through to get here. It towered like a monolith in the space, so blinding I had to shield my eyes. My heartbeat quickened. I laughed. I’d found a way out.

Heedless of the danger, I staggered up to the baby dragon and shoved it as hard as I could. The momentum helped it roll over and it stumbled upright, flailing its wings to clumsily lurch forward. I knew what I’d been told: That dragons were dangerous. They had to be stopped. They had to be killed. I’d also just been told the same thing about me. If I didn’t believe that about myself, then I couldn’t believe that about the dragon hatchling either.

The explosive device began to make a loud uninterrupted beep.

I coaxed the dragon hatchling to follow me and it did, staggering on the natural bends in its wings, using them as hands.

Progress was agonizingly slow, but when I reached the door, I stopped. Standing on the other side was my ethereal twin. She held out her hand to me. When I reached through to her, for the first time, I felt the pressure and the warmth of her fingers as they curled around and grasped my wrist. She pulled me across the threshold, into the light.

In an instant, I saw a grey, misty landscape around me. The ground was hard like concrete and frozen. I wrapped my arms about myself, shivering. I was surrounded by an ancient city with buildings as large as mountains and crumbling towers with tops that disappeared into the thick clouds.

Behind me, the dragon hatchling stumbled through. The door vanished.

I watched my friend stand next to the young dragon, one hand resting on its neck. She was dressed in a simple linen gown and leather sandals. For a moment we stared at each other, unsure of what to do or say.

I stepped forward. She walked over to embrace me. Looking into her eyes was like looking into a mirror. We pressed our hands together, comparing the length of our fingers. Besides Robbie and Mom, this person, this ghostly image had always been my companion and, finally, I could feel her. She was real and no longer a shadow.

She looked at me, sympathy in her eyes. “Come this way. I’ll take you to someone who can help you.”

“How come… how come I can see you in all colors and… how come… I can hear you? And I… I can touch you?” My voice is shaking with emotion.

“Because of where we are. This is the only place we can meet like this.” Her voice -- she even sounded like me, but her speech had a heavy accent I couldn’t place. She didn’t enunciate her consonants. ‘Because’ sounded like ‘ecause. ‘Place’ sounded more like ‘lace. ‘Meet’ like ‘eet.

"What is this place? Who are you?”

I follow her gaze to the distant jagged peaks and, peering from the ruined towers, glowing eyes open and massive hulks lift up triangular heads, their wings spreading.

“This is the Nibelungen, the parallel space created by dragons. In your world, they call it the Death Realm. In my world, it’s called the Field of Gods.”

Around us, the eyes in the distance followed, watching me pass through the tilted buildings over cracked and crumbling stone roads. They fluttered from hill to hill, jostling for position, like birds on a wire. And like birds on a wire, there seemed to be no end to them.

“Don’t be afraid.” She squeezed my arm. “It’s okay so long as I am with you.”

I asked again. “Who are you?”

“I am you.” She took my hand in hers. “Only, I was born in another time and place.”

I followed her and the baby dragon followed us, letting out little honks, rapidly becoming adept at using the knobby claws on its wing knuckles as feet.

“What’s your name?” I asked. “What’s my name?”

“I don’t know your name.” She said. “My mother gave me a name. Ielia. But your name may have been different.”

“Oh… Ielia… can I have that name?”

She stopped and looked at me. “You could take my name. But I’m taking you to see your father. Your real father. And he can name you. I think that could be better.”

“My father?” I covered my mouth with my hands. My head is ringing with emotion. “He’s here?”

“Yes. But first there’s something you need to know.”

Ielia points to the pendant on my necklace. “That is a dragon’s scale that belongs to our father. If we return it to him, he might heal you, so you won’t have to worry about turning into a monster.”

I touched my hand to my chest where my pendant still rested, “I’ve been carrying a dragon’s scale around this whole time?”

Ielia slowly explained to me. “Yes. It’s how we met. Dragon’s scales have great power. And this scale is like a window to another time and another place. It’s how I’m able to see you and you’re able to see me even though we are separated by thousands of years and thousands of miles. I first met you, when you received it.”

I sighed in amazement. “Thousands of years?”

In the distance, a dragon roared. It was like a cross between a trumpeting of an elephant and the roar of a jet engine. I flinched. The young dragon screeched in return.

“They won’t hurt us for now. But we don’t want to stay here.” She said. She turned to the young dragon hatchling and spoke to it gently in that language I now knew to be draconic. She looked at me and smiled. “Did you understand what I said?”

“You… you told it to stay.”

She nodded. “That’s right. You naturally understand this language even though you cannot speak it well.”

Gradually, we began to descend into a valley where a human sized village spread out on the shore of a river bed.

“There was a word I spoke when I… attacked Isaac and his men. I thought that was my name. But Johann said it wasn’t. He said it was the name of my dragon gift.”

“That’s correct. The linguistic ability of dragons is called Speaking Spirit. By using certain words, spoken a certain way, they impose a law of nature on the land. It could be calling a wind, or controlling the earth, or making plants grow. It’s a way to impose their will on a space.”

“My Speaking Spirit… controls the weapon?”

She turned to me. “Far more than that. Your Speaking spirit imposes your law on light.”

We entered the desolate and empty streets of the abandoned village. The buildings were made of rough hewn stone and mud. The streets were bare dirt.

She led me to a house and opened the wooden door to a dusty kitchen with wooden tables, knocked over chairs, and a harp-like instrument in the corner.

She then took me to an inner room.

“This is … was your family house.” She let go of my hand, taking a step back.

“I lived… they lived here?” I looked around. Everything about it from the crocheted quilts to the bare utilitarian furniture was simple and handmade. But it looked like no one had lived here in years. “Where is everyone? Are they… are they all dead?”

“This village was not always here in Nibelungen.” She frowned, her brow knitting. “... it was dragged into Nibelungen.”

She clasped her hands together, struggling for a way to explain. “It might be better to show you.”

Books were open and piled on a large table. On the cover of one was the circle with the sun and moon on either side and the image of a serpent curved round, biting its tail, just like I’d seen in the ruins under the ocean off the Japanese shore.

She opened this book but the script was in a different language and I couldn’t read it. Drawing her finger down one page, she appeared to understand it.

She knew her name, her parents, her past. If anyone was the shadow, it was me.

She turned to a particular page. There was an image painted in natural inks. A white dragon’s head, peering down from the clouds upon a group of people. Its body stretched into the sky, into the sun. Before it stood a group of women with crowns on their heads.

She pointed to the group and looked at me, “Your mother was one of these women.”

Then she pointed to the dragon. “This is our father.” She stared at me, and I waited for more explanation.

“So… the story is real that… a long time ago people made themselves hybrids.”

She shifted on her feet. She spoke slowly, emphatically. “Yes. A long time ago, your mother was one of those people.” She pointed to the dragon and then pointed to the picture of the women and then pointed to me.

“How?” I asked. “If this was that long ago, why am I living now? How did I get here?”

Her eyes fall to my pendant. She pointed to it. “That was stolen. You see. Back then, people and dragons worked together, but, in your world, people turned on the dragons. The village was thrown into Nibelungen as punishment.”

“So everyone’s dead?” I said.

She nodded, chewing her lip.

“Why didn’t he kill me?”

“He couldn’t find you.” Her brown eyes stared into mine. “It’s hard to explain, but when someone goes forward in time, they disappear until they arrive at their destination. Your mother hid you for thousands of years. But you’re not hidden any more. If you return the scale, I can plead for you. Because in my world, we did not betray him.”

I grabbed the book and I flipped through the pages looking for pictures. There was no sign of any conflict. The drawings only showed the dragon in radiant light. One depicted the dragon hovering over someone writing on parchments. One illustration showed a woman presenting a small gift in a jar followed by four pages of nothing but text before she appeared again with a child on her lap, the dragon hovering over it.

I flipped to the back of the book. A full page panorama drawing showed rolling hills dotted with sheep, the valley and the town and the river. And in the center of it all, a large copper column with the dragon twisted into a figure eight around it, biting its tail.

“Do you think he’ll have mercy?”

She nodded. “Our father is not harsh like some other dragons. In fact, he….”

We were interrupted by an earth shaking roar. Ielia clung to me and pulled me down to the floor. What meager light that came through the window of this room suddenly went completely dark.

She pressed her finger to her lips. “Get under the bed.” She whispered.

No sooner had we taken shelter, a tremendous wind buffeted the village. The window shutters flapped and banged. The house creaked and groaned. But then the light returned and the wind died down.

She crawled out from under the bed and pulled me up. “Go! We need to get you to our father and fast!”

We ran through the empty village heading for the river. All the dragons we saw sitting on the peaks had taken flight. Like a flock of massive starlings they covered the entire sky in a breathtaking display. Their constant roar sounded more like the crashing thunder of a waterfall.

We reached a river bed that was filled with a layer of mist. Under the mist, ice was congealed at the surface while black water flowed beneath.

“Jump in! You will sink like a stone. At the bottom is where our father lives.”

The dragons in the sky suddenly parted to make way for something in the distance. It was coming fast, dark wings stretching from horizon to horizon, like a great thunderstorm. Ielia pushed me into the river.

A strong current dragged me under. The world went dark. I sank head first into the black. My chest ached and I began to convulse. Before I could suck in water, momentum shot me through the surface to land on a rocky floor.

Moaning and stinging from the rough fall, I turned to look about. I was right-side up in a cave. I slowed my breathing, shivering hard enough for water to fly from my hair.

My twin leaped out of the water next, also gasping, but on her feet. She ran over to help me up.

The wall in front of us split in two like the opening of giant shutters. A golden reptilian eye bigger than a house curved up over our heads. The body stretched farther than I could see. The scales reflected the light like mirrors, sparkled like diamonds, and projected rainbows in the air. In each scale, I saw a different version of my face at different times of my life.

Awestruck, my companion fell to her knees. I followed suit, unsure of what to do. Its mouth had seized onto its own body. It’s throat rippled every time it swallowed.

My twin spoke a single word. “Father.”

Frozen, I could only stare, my eyes wide, breathing hard.

It exhaled, hissing through its nostrils, its breath lifting my hair.

I slowly took my pendant off from around my neck and placed it in front of the eye. It blinked, briefly plunging us into darkness. Its growl rumbled through the ground, rattling the gravel.

The dragon didn’t say anything to me. The scale levitated. My twin stood up. “Ouroboros, your scale has returned to you. I have returned to you. Please, have mercy on my friend. She was a baby when it was stolen. She needs your help.” She reached down and held up my twisted hand for him to see.

“In her world, our language is dead, you have no influence. You are content and self-sufficient, yes. But would not this be a loss for you? The thought of my reality being the only one where humans sing the songs of Ouroboros. The only one where a child of Ouroboros survives… it's sad! Please… help her.”

I look at the gigantic eye, so cold and pitiless.

In my mind, I heard a voice, deep and resonant. The dragon addressed me.

“In all of Infinite Reality, only one remains loyal to me. This Loyal One pleads for you. She asks that I do not erase you the same way as I erased the others from Infinite Reality.”

I started to shake. Erased? That empty village. The people who lived there were erased. The word in Draconic gave me the idea of something being wiped out, the same way one would wipe a stain off the countertop. Vanished.

He continued. “You were born from and for a depraved lust for power. How can you be called my child?”

I swallowed hard, my voice trembling. “I’m sorry about what happened. I just found out about this. All I want is to be able to enjoy my life. I just want to have friends and dance. I want to help people and make them happy.” The words tumbled out. “Please. I just want to live.”

”I didn’t ask to be born like this. I don’t want to be a monster. I just wanted to dance and make people happy. That’s all I want to do. That’s all I ever wanted to do.”

I covered my face with my blackened hands, crying. When I looked up again, the dragon was still looking at me, but I sensed a change. He was listening.

He spoke again. “The Humans of Your Reality sought to share my power with others to use it in a war against my kind and against me. They used the power I’d granted them to turn back against me and strike me! That was their happiness! They will not take kindly to your soft heart and will do everything in their power to turn you against me the same way they turned your family against me.”

It snorted, a strong putrid wind drifting from its sighs. When it spoke again, there was a conspiratorial note to its voice.

“However, I will be patient of my own will. My own kind will object. They too wish to benefit from my power. Even now they circle, wanting to hear a prophecy that will hand them victory over the humans and their Abominations.”

“But the rise and fall of civilizations are as certain as the rise and fall of the sun. Theirs are not exempt.”

The scale floated back to me and the chain settled around my neck.

“I will accept you as my daughter. I will grant your wishes and give you my words to heal yourself and those like you. You have my permission to pass through the Gates of Nibelungen. Close your eyes, see where you want to go, and you will go there. Escape those who will pursue you. And pursue you they will! For I have seen the vision. You are standing on the Threshold of the Door between the world of humans and the world of dragons!”

“Only be mindful that I am watching you in all realities. I will see how true your words are. Do not betray me.”

“Now, listen to this Word.” The dragon spoke again and this time, my body ached as if I had a strong fever. I doubled over, my muscles pulling at my bones, my insides hot like a furnace. When the pain subsided, the scales on my hands were gone, my fingers were back to normal.

"This word will reverse the spread of your corruption and corruption of others. You have my blessing. You will not die."

I stared in wonder at my hands. I was healed. I was okay.

His voice grew quieter. “Listen, my enemy comes. Quickly, take shelter under my jaw.”

Ielia took my hand and led me beneath the massive beast’s chin before another voice, loud like a horn, blasted into our ears.

“Where is the abomination? Bring it out. I will kill it!” The earth shook from a great collision. It must have been another dragon, even if I couldn’t see it. It spoke like a dragon and its shrieking was constant.

Ouroboros remained silent.

“You defy your King?!”

“Brother. How long it has been since we have spoken…”

The other dragon’s voice is high pitched with desperation. “I smell its disgusting scent. I feel its disgusting thought! Why do you hide it! This… abomination! It is the one to destroy me?”

“I have uttered no such prophecy…” was my father’s calm reply.

“Then I will destroy it?!” It demanded.

My father lapsed into a silence. Then he answered, a subtle hint of amusement creeping into his voice. “I have uttered no such prophecy.”

The response to his mocking answer was an enraged shrieking. The earth was shaking. “Tell me! Tell me the vision! Is there a future where I am king! How! How do I defeat the abominations!”

My kindred spirit holds my hand and pointed. A door had appeared under the shadow of his head. “Go.” She said.

“Will I ever see you again?” I asked.

She nodded and pointed to the necklace. “I will always be here to guide you. And I am guiding you now. Go!”

I took a deep breath and stepped into the door of light. Too late I realized that I hadn’t asked my father my name.

When the world returned, I was stunned to be in costume, on stage the night of my performance after the Dance of the Triumphant Dark King. The crowd was gasping in wonder. I looked to my right and saw myself! The person I was on that night did not notice me. That night I happily left the stage thinking I had wowed the crowd with my dancing.

Shocked and confused, I bowed and left the stage as my current self, walking quickly out the opposite way, out the exit, kicking off my toe shoes and running into the frigid winter night.

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legendaryspvcebro · 4 years

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( brie larson / 30 (physically) / she/her ) – hey, have you noticed [ CAPTAIN MARVEL ] around lately? rumor is they’re from [ NEW YORK CITY / OUTER SPACE ]. out of costume, i think they go by [ CAROL DANVERS ] !! their [ MASTER PILOT & COMBATANT / KREE PHYSIOLOGY, FLIGHT, AND ENERGY MANIPULATION ] make them a perfect fit for [ THE AVENGERS ]. // mipsy. 28. she/her.

hiyah dudes ! i’m mipsy, and tbh this my ump-tenth time coming back to rp after awhile. so i’m going to try to make this short and sweet with my girl carol, since i don’t really have much to say right now because, again, this is rough start. so look and listen and enjoy !

⭐~ carol will be primarily based on her comics, earth-616, headcanons, and inspired by the mcu’s captain marvel. there’s some from the comics i’ll use, some i won’t, because of the different timelines and versions. i’ll let everybody know when i set up a bio for her, but it’s gonna be awhile. but carol will not be / become binary in this rpg. i think things would get a little confusing and op if she was.

⭐~ chewie is carol’s flerken cat. it’s not really a cat, it’s an alien. she named her after the star wars character, chewbacca, because she loves star wars and chewie reminded carol of him.

⭐~ carol is half-kree by birth. her mother, mari-ell, was the champion or captain of the kree. though young carol hadn’t seemed to share her mother’s abilities, yet. the explosion of the kree psyche-magnitron, caused her body to absorb the cosmic energy within it, and instead of killing her, awakened her latent kree abilities. all of the powers she has are even more heightened now, because of her kree blood.

⭐~ car-ell is her birth name. means “champion” in kree language, but her parents changed it to “carol” so she could fit in on earth. carol has learned this by now.

⭐~ carol struggles with her kree lineage. she doesn’t agree with them and butts heads with them a lot, but her mother is kree. and she loves her mother, so she is the exception. very few others are too

⭐~ carol is a lesbian icon™️ because she’s been influenced by powerful women of all different types. women have only built her up, while men in her life have tried to tear her down. It all started from her sh*t dad. but she doesn’t hate men. she’s befriended some and isn’t afraid to befriend more, ex. nick fury. it’s men who believe she can’t do something because she’s a woman, that piss her off. ( i realize in the comics, carol’s not lesbian *shocker* so, at the same time, depending on who she really connects with, i’m not against making her bisexual. bisexual / lesbian, as long as she’s not straight. carol danvers is not 100% straight, fight me. )

⭐~ i love both marvel / dc, so i am here to mix carol with characters from both. plots and all. of coarse, she can have established relationships for some characters if they are a marvel character and are from the comics too, but that can be hashed out in plotting. enemies? she’s temperamental, perfect. friends? hell yeah. family like relationships? psh YES. broships? PSH bring it. ships? yeah. frienemies? let’s do it, man.

⭐~ i also love carol with short hair, so i imagine that’s how she looks, even tho i’ll be using brie gifs with longer hair. her hair is short like her comic icons i have ( avatar + sidebar icons )

⭐~ text for my replies will be normal size since my laptop doesn’t allow me to make my text small. but you are more than welcome to fix the size of my text after i reply! idm!

okay, that’s all i got, lovely stars. i cannot wait to rp with you all! i am excited to be here and pls, if you’d like to rp / plot with carol ms. temperament danvers, lmk in dms, discord, messages / asks, send a pigeon for all i care, i am here to rp and develop my bb. anyway don’t mind carol and her flerken cat.

#schqintro #//my link went bad on the discord rn so #//send an ask or dm if you'd like to plot / rp!

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lazzyoh · 4 years

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Act; HL!Joker x Reader

Request; Heya! Could you maybe do a one- or two-shot about how the Heath Ledger Joker of TDK and the Reader meet? Like Maybe him blowing up a Party her parents held or smth and the Reader having a Special quirk… like Illusion or something? Thank you!

Warnings: Actually no important one, might contain a little swearing and strong language… cursing even… OH! and threatening yk ;)

Side note: no genderfriendly pronouns! Female!Reader; she/her; I decided to give her the skill/quirk of faking and copying others emotions (only their facial expressions and behavoir + sensing them (I forgot to Mention that earlier))… I think it’s a pretty cool thing and abolutely makeable without the Risk of being only fictional or overpowered

Everything clear? Fine. Then let’s go get it started!

————-Part Two————-

,,No you ain't dollie, you surely ain't"

I stayed still, refused to show him more of my little speciality, he eyed me like a little boy who just found his favorite toy again, after missing it for years. ,,Tell me Pretty...", he circled me as if he'd be a lion waiting for the right moment to rip me, his prey, into pieces, his gloved fingers grabbed a strand of my (Your/Hair/Color) hair, wrapping it around his leather glove while looking me over causally, licking his scars for the sixth time now, ,,What makes you think... that I... wouldn't see through your pretty little... act?" The Joker started to snicker again, huskily this time, almost as if he screamed so much that his voice started to fade now. I ignored the fact how near he was, decided to instead, only watch him closely and try to make up what exactly he wanted from me.

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,,Because no one ever did." I answered sober and honest. He just started to laugh loudly and held himself up with his hands on his knees. ,,Oh, you're a funny little thing!" He brandished his pointer-finger wildly in front of my nose, ,,You know.. other women only cry and beg when confronted with me... but you.. you are NOTHING like that... ha! You're... you're self-confident... brave... and... and .. fearless... so much that you even try playing me a fool! oH... and you did all that WELL, I almost believed you!" And once again the green haired started circling me, his fingers lightly stroke over my naked shoulders as he passed them. ,,But..." He stopped right behind me, his heavy breathing hitting the back of my ear, ,,... do you wanna know...", I resisted the urge to shudder as his cold gloved hands grabbed my shoulders firmly from behind, ,,... how I noticed..?"

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,,How...?" My answer wasn't more than a whiffing, too distracted by his hands holding onto my shoulder firmly and the way he pressed his chest against my back to whisper in my ear to pay Attention to the actual Situation I was in. ,,Your eyes, honey, your eyes." I slightly turned to him, meeting his intimidating gaze again ,,What do you mean by that?" My brows were forrowed while he just started to snicker again, before patting my head half-heartedly, ,,Oh love... do you know why I prefer using a knife instead of guns?" circling me again, but this time watching every single move I did and pulling a knife out of one of his many pockets, made me a little nervous but even more excited than scared. ,,Because guns are too fast?" I blindely guessed, making his once moitionless face light up within seconds, ,,Ahahahahah! YOU'RE GOOD!" He turned towards the growd pushed in the Corners of the ball room, which he only successfully ignored until now, laughing pleased and loudly, ,,Isn't she amazing?!"

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His Henchmen nodded to answer him, he only rolled his eyes before turning to me again. ,,Right, Princess, you're right. - They are too fast. You can't see all the Little emotions hiding in peoples eyes when killing them with a gun... but if you use a knife..." He giggled darkly while, stalking through the room, past the guests and my family, innocently playing with his knife. ,,Let me tell you Pretty..." He turned around abruptly and looked at me, brandishing the knife before himself admonishingly, ,,In the last seconds before death... People show you who they really are." He let out a spitefully chortle before, for the fifth time in a row, running his fingers through his dyed hair , ,,Eyes tell you alot my love... and yours told me how and what you really thought and felt..." He came stalked back to me, giggling maliciously and sending glares at me, that almost screamed how screwed I was now - but instead of ramming the knife into my heart or throat he only stopped and started to giggle uncontrollably, the whole room held a deadly silence within while his attack.

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,,They showed me how annoyed you were, how much you wanted to be somewhere else... but the only thing I can't quite put my finger on is...." His hand softly caressed my neck while he came nearer, bending close to my ear before wrapping his fingers around my throat and applying slight pressure. My heart fluttered. ,,Why would ya want to leave a Party like this?" I looked at him embarrassed by how his moves and his closeness affected me. His fingers grabbed my chin and cheeks in a firm but still gentle way, forcing me to stare back at him. I felt dizzy, my head somewhat clouded, he hypnotized me with his eyes and voice, lulled me in with his scent. I couldn't hold myself from talking, it felt as if he'd be able to ask me anything and I wouldn't even be able to lie. ,,B..ecause I'm not willed to play the toy for my parents sake again.. I don't want to give my body to someone I don't even know." My eyes were focused on his as I whispered my answer, insecurely waiting for his answer... wanting to hear his answer... I needed to hear it.

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He narrowed his brows peeved, watched my face closely for a few minutes before finally lifting up his gaze and scanning the room. ,,Who?" He mumbled absent minded, and with that pulling me out of my trance, slapping me right back into reality. ,,What do you plan on doing with her, Joker?!" Both, the Joker and I, looked at the Boy that was angrily starring at the purple-wearing man, irritated and annoyed. Surely the stupid idiot wasn't only the 'Starring you naked'-Type but also the 'I'm dumb please kill me' too. Laughters bubbled out of the madman holding my face gently but tight between his gloved fingers. ,,Who are you to ask that?" The Joker seemed pretty pissed now, turning his eyes on me, ,,Ouch sweets, you never told me that you've got yourself a boyfriendy." He grinned down at me, changing his Expression into faking a sad and disappointed one before finally giggling at my "are-you-Fucking-kidding-me?" expression. ,,He's not my boyfriend!" I spat out, ,,I'd rather die than talk to him in any way!" That seemed to change the whole situation alot, firstly he looked at me flabbergasted before something in his lunatic mind seemed to switch and made him stare the idiot down with a deadly glare.

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,,Pretty doesn't seem to like you much my friend..." His gloved hands gave my face free again, now he moved away, stalking towards the idiot who's most likely soon to be death. ,,Not a single bit... her eyes told me..." As he was the Clown prince of Crime and normally everything but calm, his voice alerted me immediately, I couldn't decide if I whether should let him go or try to hold him back. The anger that boiled in him would've stayed uncovered... and if I wouldn't posses that special little skill of mine, I wouldn't have noticed - but I did. I took a few steps towards him, but that's when he already had slammed the knife he played with before, into the, now scared, boys throat. ,,That's why you need to leave." The room was filled with short, shocked breaths, ,,J!" I yelped indignantly and reproachful, making him turn to me with an almost innocent look in his eyes, ,,What's the matter dear? You said you'd rather die than talk to him ever again..." Within a two of his large steps he stood in front of me again, ,,... but I don't want you to die Sweets - So I had to kill him.~"

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I shook my head at this, ,,Why would you, the Clown Prince of Crime, King of Gotham, want someone, meaningless and normal, like me to stay alive?" I asked, my voice dripping of pure sarcasm and disbelieve. He grunted amused while letting his fingers trace over my left arm as if in trance, ,,Because..." He came so close that his nose tip touched mine, ,,I kinda like you, huh... couldn't live with knowing you're dead." He murmured raspyly, making me blush due to his honest and solid stare and words. Destroying the tension within seconds - wether to save himself from emotions or simply because he's a love-numb dick, who knows that - he loudly clapped his Hands together, ,,Nevermind! Guys, we needa go, get me the... äehm.... corpse over there... and get'em in the car!" His henchmen did as they were told to, he only watched them enthusiasticly before turning to me again, ,,Oh... I nearly forgot...", he stopped and bowed slightly, offering his hand to me and grinning at me from underneath, ,,Will you do me the honor of accompanying me?"

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For the first time since he and his henchmen showed up I lifted my head and allowed my eyes to scan the room, stopping at my parents that were watching me intensly. I perceived what they wanted me to do and say, they wanted me to stay so they could go on with using me - but I was done. Done with it all. And thinking about going and leaving together with the Joker seemed to be the only thing, in my whole life until now, that made sense to me. So I did it. Not bothering to give my parents a last look or goodbye I accepted Jokers hand and let myself get pulled out and into the pitch black Transporter with him. Immediantly after entering he let himself fall down on the seat, pulling me with him and with one swift move into his lap, holding me tightly by the waist in place. Barking a few commands to his henchmen he nearly forgot my existence but only until I leaned against him, feeling tired after all this chaos, drawing his attention on me with that. He gave me a smuggy smile, ,,Oh my, I see someone's tired, I ain't chu princess?~" I laughed silently, cuddling myself into his side as he lifted my legs so I could comfortably sit. ,,Sleep my dear, when you wake up you'll wake up to a new day... a new life... a new start."

He was right... and goddamn... taking J's Hand was the best thing I could ever have done.

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#heath ledger #joker #tdk #tdk joker #request #twoshot #reader

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Just heard your Berserk Fatal Flaw. I agree with a lot of stuff but dude... I.. I don't know if I can follow you anymore seeing you chose to be so wrong about Casca. I need revalue everything you have said. Nah, just kidding, I love ya man. This really is the first time I'm seriously disagreed with you on something though. Not about the way she's been treated (I will add it's not JUST the rape that got to her state), but she is a complex, layered character. In my opinion.

First off, thanks a lot for listening to the Berserk review, I really appreciate it, and its fine if you disagree (nice joke btw). And thanks for asking the question politely (if people want to know what we are talking about, the podcast in question is here) Personally I think Caska has a great character design I love the way she looks especially compared to most anime women characters, (I actually designed a Casca look alike for a dark souls playthrough) and you are right it isn’t just the constant rape that makes her the way she is. With all due respect I don’t really see the complexity of Casca (is it Casca or Caska? I keep seeing alternative spellings), I mostly see people referencing complexity without really showing it. For contrast, lets talk about a different abused character, Guts (Gatz...no i’m just kidding)

Gut’s life is also defined by traumatic events which shape his personality To witAn unloved Childhood full of physical Abuse Killing his first man at a young ageBeing raped Finding out that his father figure sold him out Accidentally being responsible for killing a Fairy child who wanted nothing but to help himSeeing his father figure break downFather Figure attempting to murder himMurdering the Father FigureBeing driven out by his surrogate family Period of LonlynessKilling a child who metaphorically was Guts Having his “best friend” (AND NOTHING ELSE) betray him after Guts was nothing but faithful, murder all of their companions by leating them get tortured and eaten by demons, and seeing the women he loves get raped in front of him while having his arm and eye removed and left totally helplessMeeting Puck

(This manga is weird)

Every one of these is a horrifically traumatizing event but each one actually tells us something different about Guts, he isn’t just “Traumitized” each one of them informs us about a specific aspect about his personality. To wit, his abusive unloving and neglectful father fiture who showed just enough affection for Guts to latch unto means that Guts is also defined by his desperate need for affection and love. Guts really craves friendship and equal relationships and at his heart is a bit of a people pleaser. However because his father figure then betrayed him in the worse possible way, he associates that aforementioned desire for love to be a weakness unto itself, and he has thoroughly internalized the notion that being weak is a crime and not only hopes never to be weak, but is constantly beating himself up for “being weak”.

(pictured, hetrosexuality)

The irony of the strongest man in the world is torturing himself for “being weak” is the core of the story. Because he is obsessed with always being strong, he doesn’t allow himself access to feelings he really wants to experience, like friendship, attraction to Casca....attraction to Griffith (This story is so fucking gay) and basically tries to avoid dealing with feelings through the very popular use of horrific violence, which doesn’t work, so he keeps trying to have more violence the cycle continues. His attempt to go be by himself is an important part of his heeling process, because he is learning to actually define himself by himself, not just as a giant mass of muscles with a sword. He hasn’t really thought of himself as a person until he joins Griffith’s band, and hasn’t thought of himself as “the bad guy” until he killed a child and was like “um.....wait.....I’m the victim here.....fuck”

And that is what separates Guts from Griffith, he ultimately does accept blame for his actions.

(pictured, character growth)

So each traumatic event informs Guts as a person, and they all tie into the larger theme of Machismo What is interesting about Berserk is that it is actually about toxic masculinity, both Guts and Griffith are people who are super macho and are extremely unhealthy in how they approach masculinity. In fact what they have in common is that neither one of them is actually happy with the coarse they are pursuing, but they keep doing that because to do otherwise would make them feel weak. Griffith wants to have a castle....kinda of for its own sake, it is not like he has any political ambitions or dreams, he doesn't have reforms he wants to initiate, he just wants a castle because he made a goal when he was 7 and has a really hard time changing direction. Meanwhile Guts keeps pushing everybody away from him and all he wants is some sort of support unit. Hence why the manga is named after a Suit of armor that tears you apart as you murder people

I..don’t get this from Casca. Maybe i’m not paying attention enough and i’m missing it, but it feels like each traumatic event leaves her kind of the same until she suddenly losses her personality (I haven’t read the latest chapters yet so maybe she has had her personality restored). Each cycle of trauma seems to leave her just....kinda of the same

(I do like this scene though)

So young Casca we see in the flashback is just kinda...demure. Then Griffith makes her kill a guy (like a dick) and from that point on we see somebody who is controlling, obsessive, tense and hostile towards everybody but Griffith. And that is...kinda it. LIke I don’t really see how she changes internally and I don’t see how we go from that to “becomes a child” Why does Casa become a child rather than Guts?

My issue with Casca is that we are always viewing her from outside and she is defined by her relationship with the characters rather than with herself. Guts and Griffith both have scenes where the narrative gets us to see what they are thinking internally but beyond one or two exceptions, Casca always seems like a character who exists as a satellite. She bounces between rape threat and rape threat and never seems to be able to come into her own. The scene taht upset me the most with Casca was the Eclipse, because while Juddeau and Pippin and even fucking Corkus got there own special moment where they either fought a bunch of demons or died in a specific way, Casca, the best fighter other than Guts, goes down without killing a single demon. Her last big fight was against the comedy relief villain. And in a manga where the way people murder their fellow human beings is actually how they express there character that says a lot. I never actually see the complexity beyond the writing saying that she is complicated, just like she is built up to be a great fighter but never seems to do much.

(I kinda wish we had gotten to see more of this rather than just skipping it over)

The only time where I kinda liked Casca was the bit between her hooking up with Guts and the Esclipse, ecause then she and Guts were in a relationship and actually got out of their shells a little bit, and its the first time we see them actually show more of their humanity.

(I also like this scene)

Just to be clear, you aren’t wrong for liking the character, even if we can prove taht Casca is objectively a bad character, you aren’t wrong for liking her. The Strength of the art design and the way she is built up means that it makes sense if you like her, I just kinda feel like the narrative doesn’t, and the beset version of Casca i tend to see are the ones fans imagine rather than the one which is written. Epsicailly because she is one of the very few female POCs in anime/manga who isn’t racist or offensive in regards to race.

(.....wtf)

#ask evilelitest #Berserk #Guts #Casca #Manga #Anime #Fantasy #Griffith #Fatal Flaw

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iampikachuhearmeroar · 5 years

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honestly one of the most fucked up things that my teachers at catholic school told me during 2010-2011.... in the lead up to my year 10 formal/junior prom, was that in order to “get a real man of the church” (ie one of the boys in my year) to like me......

i had to basically sit down, shut up and make myself smaller in every way (bc in catholic school i was a Loud Mouth Opinionated Bitch™️ who always had shit to say, no matter whether it was actually smart/helpful or not... and who was always ready for a laugh/joke or a debate).... and on top of that, i was then also told to make sure that the boys in my year were “always right”..... meaning that i was never meant to point out that they were wrong about things, ever... (which was quite often, obviously) because, according to my teachers: “the real men of the church don’t like women with opinions and the way that YOU behave. they like real women who do all of those things we’ve been telling you to do.”

like yes i know the catholic church is notoriously patriarchal, sexist and misogynistic etc. but why the ACTUAL FUCK would you spit that sickening fucking bile at a 14-16 year old girl??? who most of her friends seemed to like for her outspoken and boisterous nature??? both MALE and female????? like what the actual fuck is your problem????

and what i loathed the most about the teachers that were shooting this absolute bullshit at me was that they were basically undercutting my experience (whether they knew about it or not) of the three boys in the year below me, who literally physically attacked me for money when i was in year 8.... all as if i was meant to excuse them with the “boys will be boys” bullshit. like i will never forgive and forget those creepy fuckers, who basically and easily could’ve done MUCH WORSE TO ME if they were just a little more violent, sexual, forceful and not at school. and you think those boys are the “real men of the church”????? and that i’m meant to just brush it off and act as nothing fucking happened??? when they fucking basically physically assaulted me???? please go fuck yourselves.

because y’all. this is one of my stories that illustrates why im scared of men and why i refuse to deal with them. like it still cuts me deep and makes me scared to this bloody day.... and it happened 10 FUCKING YEARS AGO. in 2009. my teachers were basically telling/insinuating to 14-16yo me that 13/14 year old her’s experience of male violence wasn’t fucking valid bc “men are always right”. they can go and fuck themselves.

like they preached and preached and preached about:

“acting justly, loving tenderly, and walking humbly with your god- michah 6:8″

(that was my school’s motto for funsies and it’s highlighted in the school colour blue).... BUT YOU’RE SURE AS ALL FUCKING HELL NOT DOING ANY OF THOSE FUCKING THINGS AT ALL!!!! YOU OVERLY ZEALOUS, OVERLY PIOUS, OVERLY SELF-RIGHTEOUS AND JUST PLAIN OLD PRETENTIOUS PIECES OF SHIT!!!!

bc like, surely parts of all those 3 things (loving tenderly, acting justly and walking humbly (with anyone not just god)) are:

•ACTUALLY telling people when they’re wrong....

•NOT brushing off violent behaviour under the rug... but calling it out intsead..... etc etc etc.

but no. apparently fucking not. apparently it’s more important to excuse men’s behaviour and shitty opinions and let them carry on being shitty people with loud mouths and boisterous behaviour...

all while the women have to make themselves smaller & be as quiet as mice; have no opinions and believe everything they do is wrong if they don’t act exactly the way that those men want; and the women also have to act as if they don’t have time for pointing out the the wrong behaviours/actions/opinions etc of those men... hahahahaha FUCK OFF. like if a man wants that from me..... and acts like that towards me.... then he ain’t a real man in my books. period.

then my teachers wondered why i was so fucking desperate to leave... and the catholic church also wonders why millennials are leaving the church/the catholic faith in droves. like if you constantly tell a teenage girl to shrink herself for love from another person.... and then try to make out that other person is so fucking unobtainable and perfect in comparison to her (which is what my teachers were doing to me with the boys in my year for the formal etc)..... when she knows that those people aren’t really that great anyway...... it’s a wonder she wants to fucking escape that fucking unfriendly environment where she feels totally and wholly unlovable, impossible to deal with and invalidated etc.

get your fucking heads out of your fucking asses and realise that the “love of god” or the “holy spirit” and all that other religious bullshit that i got thrown at me in a way to be told to “love and respect myself as a proper christian/catholic woman would 😊😊” ironically, in turn, ARE NOT FUCKING ENOUGH TO BASE SELF LOVE AND AN ENTIRE FUCKING RELATIONSHIP ON. it breeds self loathing and feelings of uselessness and unwanted-ness and also numbness/depression/bitterness and a bunch of other negative emotions.... or at least it did for teenage me.... AND YOU STILL FUCKING WONDER WHY SHE WANTED TO FUCKING LEAVE. HONESTLY.

anyway. yeah. that’s another catholic school rant over lmao.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #ilona whines about her shitty fucking life to her followers lol #ilona whines about her shitty luck with men to her followers lol #ilona's catholic school rants #but seriously though #THIS WAS SO FUCKING TOXIC

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snake-tonguedbeast · 4 years

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Tʜᴇ Hɪᴛᴄʜʜɪᴋᴇʀ's Gᴜɪᴅᴇ Tᴏ Rᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ [ᴀᴜ]

@medicine-for-the-brain

Gin Ichimaru didn’t often reflect on his actions. He couldn’t. It would distract him from his work too much. If he reflected, he might second guess himself and not follow through with a carefully laid out plan. More importantly, if he didn’t follow through with his carefully laid out plan it would lead to serious consequences.

Because you see, Gin was a serial killer. Typically, this would be considered a very vile and evil thing, but he considered himself to be a higher grade than your average serial killer.

He was a vigilante.

He was a killer’s killer you could say. Gin didn’t believe in the justice system; considered it to be too soft. It was a flawed, corrupt, misguided process and Gin considered himself above it. Criminals deserve to be punished accordingly. Now keep in mind this Killer’s Killer does not target any criminal, only the worst of the worst. Does a man who tortured and killed countless women deserve only jail? Or a swift and painless death penalty? Surely not. Gin would find them before the police... and give them a just punishment.

❝ Vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold.❞

Perhaps that is why he found it so ironic when the favor was returned in kind.

There was one person he trusted with the knowledge of his occupation. Only one. His childhood friend: Rangiku Matsumoto. She warned him, of course, told him to stop (who wouldn’t?) but never did she threaten to tell authorities. She stood by his side and didn’t tell a soul. Whatever choices in life he made they were his to make.

So that’s why when Gin received the call he didn’t cry. When he saw her incomplete, dissected corpse he didn’t cry. What right did he have of all people to cry? He didn’t cry. He made a choice. Now this is where the story begins. Where Gin Ichimaru, the killer’s killer, has finished days worth of research. A weeks worth of hunting to find his most important job yet. The Nagasaki Dissector. His next target. Rangiku’s murderer.

He finds himself now dressed in shabby clothing with a backpack firmly strapped on his back. The sun is just setting and night creeps closer but he keeps his thumb out and waits for a driver. He waits for his driver.

#medicine-for-the-brain #hitchhikers guide to revenge #serial killer au #ooc: i wanted to add more stuff but its already getting long so uh #tosses it to you #eNJOY I GUESS

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supernatural-book · 5 years

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The Only Exception

Title: The Only Exception (Charlie x Female!Reader)

Summary: The reader has been hurt in love, and has since then closed herself off. Until she meets Charlie.

A/N: Yes, based off of the song. And my undeniable love for Charlie. Also, Happy International Women's Day!

Word Count: 1,056

“Maybe I know, somewhere

Deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we've got to find other ways

To make it alone

But keep a straight face.”

You'd never believed in love. All the relationships you'd seen in your life had ended horribly. Ever since your younger years, love had seemed like a lie. From teen couples in your high school, relationships that lasted into adulthood, and even marriages, nothing seemed to last. Even Sam and Dean couldn't hold a steady relationship, and they were some handsome men. If their relationships didn't last, then there was definitely no hope for you.

That's what you believed, anyway, so you never even tried to find love for yourself. Even while your friends fell in love and married, you’d stayed as far away as you could from any type of relationship. What was the point when it would only hurt in the end? There were much better things to do anyway. Like hunting. Hunting and romance don’t mix, so there are even more reasons for you to keep to yourself.

Sam and Dean tried to change your mind, encouraging you to try and find love. They’d hook you up with people when out celebrating in bars, but you weren’t interested.

“Come on, kid. Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, it wouldn’t hurt to try it out.” Dean had urged you a few years ago to hook up with some cute guy who had flirted and gave you his number, encouraging you to call him. Figuring it wouldn’t be too bad, you took his words of advice, only to find yourself crying in your room almost a month later.

“He only wanted sex, Sam.” You had cried to the younger Winchester. “I got attached to him and he didn’t want that.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Some people suck like that. I get it.” He had comforted you, scolding Dean later. “She wants something serious, Dean. You can’t just suggest she hooks up with some random guy in a bar!” After that guy, you promised yourself never to get close to anyone in a romantic way. It wasn’t worth the pain.

Until you met her.

It was a nice morning. You had rolled out of bed and headed into the kitchen to greet the boys. What you didn't expect was to see a woman you didn’t know talking with Sam and Dean. You hesitated, not quite sure how to react. “Mornin’, (Y/N)! This is Charlie.” The woman turned towards you, red hair swaying with the movement. She smiled at you and suddenly there was no way you couldn’t smile back. She was beautiful.

“And I've always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable, distance

And up until now

I had sworn to myself that I'm content

With loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk”

Time had passed. You had grown close to this spunky redhead girl- Charlie. Almost everything you did, you did with her. You had girls nights- sitting up and watching movies, snacking, talking about things only girls would understand- something that you realized you had been kissing out on while living with two grown men. And while it took you a long enough time to realize that the hole you were feeling in your heart wasn't straining for only a friendship, it took longer for you to come to terms with the fact that you loved her.

That you were a girl who loved a girl.

Better to keep it all in than to risk yourself more pain, right? So you pushed your feelings to the back of your mind, telling yourself that you'll be fine, that she might not even like girls.

That's what you planned to do, anyway.

One night, you were sitting in front of Charlie the couch, wrapped in blankets and surrounded by snacks as you watched a Netflix movie on your computer. She was braiding your hair, and you had to stop yourself from smiling as she dragged her slender fingers gently through the locks. Your eyes stayed focused on the movie on screen. You had privately become more relaxed with your sexuality over the months, and you could admit that the main heroine was a gorgeous fucking badass. “Girls are so freaking great.” Charlie had mused from behind you.

“They are.” You failed to realize the swoon in your voice until you felt Charlie stop braiding.

“Well that sounded pretty enthusiastic.” She chuckled, and for a moment you thought you were safe from the dreaded question. But then, with genuine curiosity laced in her voice, “(Y/N), do you like girls?” You hesitated. But then, you just smiled. This was Charlie. She wouldn't care.

“But, you are, the only exception

You are, the only exception

You are, the only exception”

“I think I do, yeah.” You turned back to smile at her.

“Great. Me too.” You held eye contact for a few seconds and, before you could process what was happening, you were leaning in. Now, you've kissed men already, but scratchy stubble had nothing on the feeling of a woman's lips. Soft and smooth against your own, like two sheets of silk running across each other, Charlie kissed you slowly, igniting a spark inside of you, making you wonder what other romantic activities would be like with another woman. All too soon, your lips disconnected, leaving tension heavy in the air. Charlie was the first to speak, breathing in a low voice “Wow.”

“That was my first time kissing a girl.” You admitted sheepishly, still giddy from the kiss. The redheads eyebrows lifted, a smile pulling at her pink lips.

“Really? So you've never had a girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Well...” you were still close enough to Charlie to hear her suck in a long breath, gathering her courage. “Do you want one?” You smiled again, and suddenly felt confident. You nodded and pulled Charlie back down for another kiss, weaving your fingers through her hair. And in that moment, everything just felt so right. You weren't scared. In fact, you were excited for this new relationship. You were ready to let yourself be loved. And you were ready to let yourself love. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad afterall.

“And I'm on my way to believing

Oh, and I'm on my way to believing.”

#supernatural #spn #reader insert #charlie bradbury #charlie x reader #wlw #charlie x female #charlie x you #charlie x y/n #lesbian #bisexual #charlie #international women's day

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movie-guy49 · 3 years

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And then there were 2

Well I wish this entry was happier but for those that know me know that one of my most favorite experiences was being a Step Dad. I was blessed over 11 years ago to become a stepdad to 3 awesome kids 2 boys and a girl. I think if their piece of shit father was still around none of their lives would be as they are now. Well at least for 1 now that is true.

When the boys were 17 and 16 they both wanted to move to be with their Dad in Pennsylvania their father left my wife and the kids so he could pursue a life of lots of drugs and women and no responsibility. He eventually persuaded the boys after a few weeks to go to Pennsylvania to help him with his job but as it turns out their was no job. The fact was he manipulated them into making money for him that was illegal and within a few weeks the boys were arrested and charged with Robbery after they busted into a closed restaurant and stole approximately $700 out of the safe. They both got 2 years in prison but due to covid were due to get out in 2 weeks.

Although I hadnt talked to them much since my wife passed away I was still looking forward to them getting out of those cells. Last saturday night the boys heard about a group of punks who were going after one of their cell mates because I guess he had pissed off one of them about something I'm not sure what the whole story was but anyway it was 3 on 1 and so my boys decided to help defend this cell mate of theirs ecause there were a few times he would intervene on their behalf but this time what no one saw coming is they were armed with shanks and both my boys were attacked the fight was broken up in less than 3 minutes but my kids were pronounced dead.

I don't have anymore details than that right now but now that does just leave 2 family members let with that being my step daughter and my 10 month old grand daughter who at the time notification was made she was driving around the country ona sight seeing tour. I asked her if she would come home and she told me she was on her way hime and as of this writing is back in Texas now on her way to see me before going home . So now i have to truggle more now once again to come up with money I don't have to bury my kids. I got to talk to their Dad this afternoon which I am sure is going to be a waste of time and effore because he is worthless and a bully so I will probably be more upset later than I am now. Anyway have a good rest of the week and I will talk to you later. I am accepting donations if anyone can help please message me and let me know.

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coeurmere-blog · 6 years

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Send ♬ for a childhood headcanon.

[ Esme was always ahead of her time, and maybe it wasn’t necessarily her fault - her grandfather was quite the advocate for women’s rights. The French man would encourage little Esme to read, to run, to climb trees and explore the world around her, well, he did all that when Esme’s grandmother who was very conservative was not around.

Because her grandfather had come from France and her grandmother was from Germany, Esme spent most of her early childhood switching up between French, German and English. When at home with her parents and siblings, Esme would speak English, when with her grandmother she would strictly speak German and her favourite moments were when she was with her grandfather, when she spoke French all day and got to read books and explore the world around her that usually was reserved only for her older brothers.

French for Esme was the language of love, of acceptance, and as a young girl, she tended to speak French when she was upset and when she needed to be comforted and understood. ]

#♔ « love brings you flowers and builds you coffins » ╰ 🇭 🇪 🇦 🇩 🇨 🇦 🇳 🇴 🇳 ╯#ofrescuing

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omarbelloutiworld · 4 years

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100 difficult riddles & Answers that kids and families will love

1. When you do not know what I am, then I am something. But when you know what I am, then I am nothing. What am I? A RIDDLE

2. You can see me in water, but I never get wet. What am I? A REFLECTION

3. The more you take, the more you leave behind. What am I? FOOTSTEPS

4. When I am released to the wind, you look away and you pretend, but away your friends I will send. What am I? A FART

5. What English word has three consecutive double letters? BOOKKEEPER

6. Imagine you are in a dark room. How do you get out? STOP IMAGINING

7. What English word retains the same pronunciation, even after you take away four of its five letters? QUEUE

8. When you have me, you feel like sharing me. But, if you do share me, you don't have me. What am I? A SECRET

9. A man is pushing his car along the road when he comes to a hotel. He shouts, "I'm bankrupt!" Why? HE IS PLAYING MONOPOLY

10. An English word has six letters, remove one letter, and twelve remains. What am I? DOZENS

11. What question can you never answer yes to? ARE YOU ASLEEP?

12. What invention lets you look right through a wall? A WINDOW

13. What s as light as a feather, but even the world's strongest man couldn't hold it for more than a minute? HIS BREATH

14. What occurs once in every minute, twice in every moment, yet never in a thousand years? THE LETTER M.

15. I never ask questions but am always answered. What am I? A DOORBELL

16. If you go to the movies and you're paying, is it cheaper to take one friend to the movies twice, or two friends to the movies at the same time?

- IT'S CHEAPER TO TAKE TWO FRIENDS AT THE SAME TIME. IN THIS CASE, YOU WOULD ONLY BEBUYING THREE TICKETS, WHERE AS IF YOU TAKE THE SAME FRIEND TWICE YOU ARE BUYING FOUR TICKETS.

17. What gets bigger every time you take from it? A HOLE

18. What is full of holes, but can still hold a lot of water? A SPONGE

19. Which came first the chicken or the egg?

THE EGG. DINOSAURS LAID EGGS BEFORE THE REWERE ANY CHICKENS

20. No matter how much rain comes down on it, it won't get any wetter. What is it? WATER

21. I'm flat when I'm new. I'm fat when you use me. I release my gas when something sharp touches me. What am I? A BALLOON

22. Three times what number is no larger than two times that same number? 0

23. What do you throw out when you want to use it, but take in when you don't want to use it? AN ANCHOR

24. I cannot hear or even see, but sense light and sounds that may be. Sometimes I end up on the hook, or even deep into a book. What am I?A WORM

25. Which ring is square? A BOXINGRING

26. Why are manholes round instead of square?

IF THEY'RE SQUARE IT'S POSSIBLE FOR THE COVER TO SLIP DOWN THE HOLE (DIAGONALLY). A ROUND MAN HOLE CAN NOT FALL DOWN NO MATTER WHICH WAY IT IS ROTATED BECAUSE IT'S WIDTH IN ANY DIRECTION IS GREATER THAN THE OPENING ON THE HOLE.

27. What tastes better than it smells? YOUR TONGUE

28. At night, they come without being fetched. By day they are lost without being stolen. What are they? THE STARS

29. The more you have of it, the less you see. What is it? DARKNESS

30. What starts with a T, ends with a T, and has T in it? A TEAPOT

31. Say my name and I disappear. What am I? SILENCE

32. What is it that after you take away the whole, some still remains? WHOLE SOME

33. Forward I’m heavy, but backwards I’m not. What am I? TON

34. I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul. What am I? A PIANO

35. My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole I’m best when I am roast. What am I? A PIG

36. Remove six letters from this sequence to reveal a familiar English word. BSAINXLEATNTEARS BANANAS(REMOVED SIX LETTERS)

37. What has four wheels and flies? GARBAGE TRUCK

38. What has a forest but no trees, cities but no people and rivers but no water? MAP

39. Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb. What am I? WATER

40. Take me and scratch my head. What once was red, is black instead. What am I? A MATCH

41. What is as big as you are and yet does not weigh anything? YOURSHADOW

42. It is an insect, and the first part of its name is the name of another insect. What is it? BEETLE

43. I'm where yesterday follows today, and tomorrow's in the middle. What am I? A DICTIONARY

44. How much dirt is there in a hole 3 feet deep, 6 ft. long and 4 ft. wide? NONE – IT IS A HOLE

45. Name all the numbers from 1 – 100, which have the letter ‘A’ in their spellings? NONE

46. What kind of coat is always wet when you put it on? A COAT OF PAINT

47. What kind of cheese is made backwards? EDAM

48. What can you hold in your right hand but never in your left hand? YOUR LEFT HAND

49. During what month do people sleep the least? FEBRUARY

50. What can never be placed in a sauce pan? ITS LID

51. I am always there, some distance away, somewhere between land or sea and sky I lay. You may move towards me, but distant I will stay. What am I? THE HORIZON

52. I can only live where there is light, but I die if the light shines on me. What am I? A SHADOW

53. What kind of room has no doors or windows? A MUSHROOM

54. What can you catch but not throw? A COLD

55. What has a Heart but no other organs? A DECK OF CARDS

56. Two people are born at the same moment, but they don't have the same birthdays. How could this be? THEY ARE BORN IN DIFFERENT TIME ZONES

57. What's orange and sounds like a parrot? A CARROT

58. What always goes to bed with its shoes on? A HORSE

59. How can you make 7 even? REMOVE THE S

60. What am I? A QUESTION

61. I can bring tears to your eyes; resurrect the dead, make you smile, and reverse time. I form in an instant but I last a life time. What am I? A MEMORY

62. Mr. Smith has two children. If the older child is a boy, what are the odds that the other child is also a boy? 50 PERCENT

63. A man builds a house rectangular in shape. All the sides have southern exposure. A big bear walks by. What color is the bear? WHITE. IT IS A POLAR BEAR

64. What starts with an e but only has a single letter in it? ANENVELOPE

65. A girl who was just learning to drive went down a one-way street in the wrong direction but didn't break the law. How come? SHE WAS WALKING

66. If in a car race, the man who came two places in front of the last man finished one ahead of the man who came fifth. How many contestants were there? 6

67. A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three rooms. The first is full of raging fires, the second is full of assassins with loaded guns, and the third is full of lions that haven't eaten in 3 years. Which room is safest for him? THE THIRD ROOM. LIONS THAT HAVEN'T EATEN IN THREE YEARS ARE DEAD.

68. What's black and white and red all over? A NEWSPAPER

69. What flies when it's born, lies when it's alive, and runs when it's dead? A SNOWFLAKE

70. I am the only organ that named myself. What am I? THE BRAIN

71. You walk into a room with a rabbit holding a carrot, a pig eating slop, and a chimp holding a banana. Which animal in the room is the smartest?YOU

72. What always murmurs but never talks, always runs but never walks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never speaks? A RIVER

73. I am taken from a mine, and shut up in a wooden case, from which Iam never released, and yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I? A PENCIL

74. I'm tall when I'm young and I'm short when I'm old. What am I? A CANDLE

75. What house can fly? A HOUSEFLY

76. What goes up and doesn't go down? YOUR AGE

77. No matter how terrible things get for the people of the Arctic, they will not eat a penguin. Why? THERE AREN'T ANY PENGUINS IN THE ARTIC

78. A group of ten people are going out for pizza but only two of them have an umbrella to keep them dry. But they manage to walk all the way to the pizza place without getting wet.How is this possible? IT ISN'T RAINING OUTSIDE

79. What runs around the house but doesn't move? A FENCE

80. What goes around the house and in the house but never touches the house? THE SUN

81. A man finds a small iron coin dated 154 B.C., what's it worth? IT IS A FAKE. NO COIN CAN SAY BC

82. There is a one-story house. The walls are blue, the floor is pink, the stove and cupboards are red. What color are the stairs? THERE AREN'T ANY STAIRS

83. Why was the baby strawberry crying? BECAUSE ITS PARENTS WERE IN A JAM

84. I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played. What am I? A JOKE

85. I can't go left, I can't go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high. What am I? AN ELEVATOR

86. What goes back and forth constantly, but never in a straight line? A PENDULUM

87. What dress can you not wear? AN ADDRESS

88. What belongs to you but others use it more? YOUR NAME

89. I don’t have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thought, but am now white and empty. What am I? SKULL

90. What has hands that can’t clap? A CLOCK

91. Which three numbers have the same answer when added together and multiplied together? 1, 2 AND 3

92. What has a mouth but can't chew? A RIVER

93. How did Mark legally marry three women in Michigan, without divorcing any of them, becoming legally separated, or any of them dying? HE WAS A PRIEST

94. I have all the knowledge you have. But I am not much larger than your fist. What am I? I'M YOUR BRAIN

95. Everyone in the world needs it. They generously give it, but rarely take it. What is it? ADVICE

96. Take off my skin - I won't cry, but you will. What am I? AN ONION

97. Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I? AN ICEBERG

98. You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die, ’till you call me again. What am I? AN ECHO

99. If you were standing directly on Antarctica’s South Pole facing north, which direction would you travel if you took one step backward? NORTH

100. What has a neck but no head? A BOTTLE

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