I have been thinking on the nature of mdzs as a deliberately vague text that leaves many things up to interpretation, and how i've slowly come to understand "up for interpretation" less as "there is One True version of this story i must find" and not even as " Everyone has a different One True Version of this story inside their head be based on their interpretations and the differences don't make one wrong and the other right" but as "There is no One True Version. Even in my own subjective interpretation of the text multiple things can be true at once" specifically, in regard to Jin Guangyao and the many things which are left up in the air as to whether he did them or not, most notably killing his son.
There's evidence for this, but it's non conclusuve (jgy saying he killed him while also saying he killed Qin Su, who very much killed herself. The speculations on how he'd have killed him being sect leader yao just saying shit. ) it is, esentially, just up in the air enough that if you decisively fall on one side of the debate is probably says more about you and your general opinion of jgy than it does about the "true" events of canon.
I have, as a proud apologist, always fallen on the "he didn't kill him but felt in some way responsible for his death." Side but recently have become more okay with the interpretation that maybe he DID kill him, and that at the very least, that when he tells Qin Su their son "needed to die" he is being genuine. Which, once you look at it beyond. "Is jgy a poor lil meow meow who it is Okay to Like or an irredeemable baby murderer" becomes both INCREDIBLY tragic and deeply interesting. Because here is a man condemned for who his parents were and who wants nothing more than to live, saying that it is possible to be so cursed by your heritage that you need to die. There is no existence for you. The exact same thing that has been said to him.
Of course being born out of wedlock to a sex worker and being a product of incest are different things, but that begs the question: where is the line? What crimes of the father can mean death for the son? How cursed can you be until your existence is so incompatible with society it is you who needs to give? And if there is... where is it? Qin su clearly thought she was past it. Was his son really past it? Is he?
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This isn’t Johnny discourse but it is kind of discourse about the discourse about him balding (which he isn’t).
What would it matter if he took off his hat and he was a shining beacon?? The dude canonically fucks (well not canon-canon but I feel like there’s implications of fucks-ing)!! At the most, he would be a Pitbull reference and that would be cool because good for Daisuke. Listen to Timber by Ke$ha (feat. Pitbull).
It kind of felt like they were making jokes at the expense of people loosing hair. It’s like that thing where you shouldn’t make fun of people for ‘X’ because then your friends who ‘X’ will know you think that about them.
John E is cool. I think he’s lame but he’s cool.
-A concerned Jellyfish Pirate
Idk anything about Pitbull, to be honest, but my GOD does he look like he's having the time of his life in the Timber video hahah Been a while since I heard that song...
Anyway, Johnny totally fucks. There's no way a man that toned, running around shirtless all of the time, with that slight yeehaw accent, couldn't find someone DTF with the tiniest bit of effort. He's absolutely gettin it rofl He could still get it if he was bald too, or receding.
I've complained about it on here a bit already, but yeah I don't think people making fun of Johnny because they think he's losing hair realize that a lot of people in real life are going to lose their hair as they age, and their jokes at Johnny are also jokes at these people. It's not even just an issue cis men can have either, everyone's hair thins with age, some just more (and sooner) than others. To make fun of someone, fictional or otherwise, for losing their hair is digging a trench to fill with future self loathing at one's own hair loss. And hair loss in >2023 isn't even that bad anymore!! There are so many ways to manage and style it now.
Johnny's a babe. Big fan of his "dad trying too hard to be cool but is actually somehow still really cool despite that" energy
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UEFA was responsible for the Champions League final fiasco in Paris last May, while Liverpool supporters were ‘instrumental’ in saving lives on the night, an official inquiry commissioned by the European football governing body has found.
A panel of experts including politicians, academics and lawyers was set up by UEFA itself last summer to investigate the chaotic scenes at the Stade de France, where Liverpool fans including women, children and the disabled were tear gassed by riot police, mugged by armed gangs of local youths, and kettled into dangerous crushes as they tried to enter the stadium to access European football’s showpiece fixture.
The group has now finalised it conclusions which lay the blame firmly at UEFA’s door, with its report saying that the organisation’s pre-match planning was based on an ‘absence of overall control or oversight of safety and security.’
The findings of the 158-page report reveal that senior figures at UEFA were aware that the organisation was ignoring its own safety and security policies in the build-up to the match, but did not act to rectify the situation, throwing into serious doubt the positions of key members of its hierarchy including President Aleksander Ceferin.
Furthermore, there was ‘no evidence’ to support the ‘reprehensible’ claims made by UEFA and the French authorities in the aftermath that masses of ticketless Liverpool fans attempting to gain illegal entry to the match were at fault. ‘Assertions regarding huge numbers of ticketless supporters, and those with fake tickets, have been wrongly inflated and have been stated as fact, to deflect responsibility for the planning and operational failures,’ the report reads.
Instead, the panel’s findings heap praise on fans who attended the game, saying that their behaviour significantly contributed to the narrow avoidance of a ‘mass fatality catastrophe.’
‘The collective actions of Liverpool FC supporters were probably instrumental in protecting vulnerable people and averting what might well have been more serious injuries and deaths,’ the panel found. ‘It is remarkable that no one lost their life.’
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@crimsonkaiser Sent: A "𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥" 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 (Accepting!)
" i know i must be the last person you expected to see tonight, but... i'm afraid i have nowhere else to turn to. " [Nobles verse, to Aichi upon their fateful reunion uvu, gimme all the looooooreeeeee,
“You don’t deserve to have this Blaster Blade!”
“Yeah, only a real warrior deserves to wield such a sword!”
“You’ll never be the knight your father was so you should just give up now!”
“I feel bad that he ever thought he could do it!”
“Weakling Aichi a knight? Come on! Give me a break! The only thing he’s destined for is failure!”
“Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!”
“Ow...” The sounds of their laughter echo throughout his mind as Aichi trenches on home, covered once again in scars and bruises. This always happens when he goes anywhere with his father’s sword strapped to his back, even when he’s simply going into town to buy some fresh food from the market for supper. He’s lucky he can even still walk after what those village bullies did to him, and that his father’s sword wasn’t taken from him. Aichi managed to protect that at least.
Unfortunately the goods he bought were another story, the produce decimated in the bullies wake and leaving him with nothing. Aichi came home once again empty handed. His sister and mother were, of course, more concerned about his well being than the goods. They gingerly patched him up as best they could with herbal remedies, but they did little to settle the pain throughout his body and heart.
He felt so...so useless! He couldn’t even do something as simple as go shopping without getting into trouble all because he refused to anywhere without his father’s sword. It had been passed down to Aichi after his father perished in a battle when he was younger, and ever since then, he always kept it with him. Aichi didn’t aspire to be a warrior or anything, even with taking some time once in a while to try and practice his sword skills.
No, he carried the sword with him for another reason. Well, two reasons. The first is that it was the last memento he had of his late father, and having it with him made him feel safe and secure, as if his old man was watching over him. The second was because of a special item he had imbedded into the blade: a flame dragon’s scale gifted to him by a young dragon he met when he was younger.
Even after all these years, that meeting was still vivid in his mind. It was a dark and story evening just like tonight, and Aichi could just...feel there was something wrong going outside his home. Without even thinking and against his mother’s warnings, he rushed out into the darkness until he stumbled upon a flame dragon soaked in the storm’s torrential downpour. Aichi brought the other inside, and in the process, saved the other’s life.
Aichi would eventually come to learn that dragon’s name was Kai, the fact he could speak human being a shock to the eldest of the Sendou children. As a thank you for saving his life, Kai gifted him with one of his scales. Dragon scales were among the most rare and precious items in the world, having been used for all sorts of things from medicine to jewelry. He tried to not accept such a thing from a stranger, and yet he couldn’t fight Kai’s insistence.
On top of that, Kai provided him with the first encouraging words anyone had given him since his father passing in regards to his ability to inherit and master Blaster Blade. He told him Aichi could become as strong as his father, all he had to do was work hard and imagine himself being strong. Despite shortly leaving Aichi to never be seen again after that, those words stuck with the boy and gave him the push he needed to finally start training with his father’s blade.
His skills were far from good, but he kept on trying no matter what anyone said or what anyone did to him. When he was being pushed around, like he had been today, the image and words of Kai and his father gave him the strength to get up and not give up. They changed his life forever and their kindness always would be with him, despite the fact he knew he would never see them again...
Though, fortunately for Aichi Sendou, fate seemed to have other plans for him. After all, as they say, history often repeats itself and tonight’s conditions set the stage perfectly for an encore performance of the events from so long ago that changed his life forever...
“What is...What is this strange feeling...?” Aichi says, looking up from the book he was reading. The storm was still raging outside, the thunder and rain pouring down all around the village. They hadn’t had a rainstorm this bad since he was a kid, since the day he met Kai. A hand moves towards his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly. It couldn’t be because of the loud noises outside. He had gotten used to them by this point. Same goes for the pain he was still feeling.
If not for those things, then...
The boy’s body then suddenly shifts to stand, placing his book down on his bed. Legs move with purpose, passing his mother and sister who were enjoying evening tea in the kitchen area of their small home. They give him curious looks, asking what he’s doing, but Aichi doesn’t respond as he keeps heading for their front door. It’s as if he’s...in a trance somehow, focused on one thing and one thing only at this point.
And without warning, he slowly opens the door to their home to reveal someone standing there waiting for him, someone who caused him to freeze in place in absolute shock.
" i know i must be the last person you expected to see tonight, but... i'm afraid i have nowhere else to turn to. "
“No way...It...It can’t be...” Aichi starts to mumble, completely dumbfounded. He...he had to have been dreaming. Sometimes the medicinal herbs made him sleepy. Yeah, that had to be it! He was just dreaming because there was no way on this Earth that the dragon who impacted Aichi’s life so strongly was once again on his doorstep like this. He couldn’t possibly be so fortunate to see Kai again.
Right...?
“It’s...It’s really you...” The boy eventually speaks, realizing that this thankfully was not a dream and was reality. Yes, he pinched himself just to check, the pain he felt signifying that he was indeed awake. He just had to be certain as to what was going on. “It’s...It’s...Kai! B-But w-what are you doing here?! I thought...I thought I’d never see you again!”
A clap of thunder causes him to yelp, cerulean hues widening as the memory of their first meeting floods his mind and how they remind him of Kai’s weakness to water. He quickly grabs the other’s clawed hands, quickly shifting him inside and out of the rain. “Mom! Emi! Quick, get some towels!”
His attention then turns to Kai, Aichi noticing he definitely looks in rough shape. Just how long did he brave that storm for? His hands move to support the other as best he could, knowing he could collapse at any moment. However, while he looked concerned, there was something else hidden in his cerulean gaze that caught the attention of his mother and sister as they franticly moved to get the needed supplies to help the soaking wet dragon.
“Kai, just hang on for a bit longer! You’re gonna be okay, I promise!” Confidence could seen in the boys sharp eyes, his gaze seeming to burn like blue flames of strength. He wasn’t going to let Kai, the person who helped him so much, fall! He was going to save him. It was almost as if he had transformed into a different person in this moment, a person different than the usual timid boy who was a target for bullies.
He was showing his greatest strength: the strength of his determined courage-filled heart that had been set a blaze by Kai and his father’s words of encouragement. And that strength was...overwhelming to those who witnessed it in the room, like a flame that draws in moths...
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