#seriously it’s a miracle that none of them died

[heyclickadee]

I’m rewatching TBB season one and getting close to where Wrecker’s chip activates in “Battle Scars,” and:

1. That scene in “Decommissioned” with Wrecker on the ground pleading with the thing in his head that’s trying to force him to kill his friends to please stop gets harder to watch every time.

2. The first time I saw “Battle Scars” I was operating under the assumption that the chips overrode a clone’s personality, but now that we’ve seen more of the chips, it doesn’t really work like that. It’s more that the chips hijack a clone’s personality to do what it wants. And we’ve seen a whole lot more of Wrecker since then, so…no, Wrecker would never in a million years try to hurt his family, that’s all the chip, obviously. But the terrifyingly competent, unstoppable force of nature Wrecker turns into while the chip is forcing him to fulfill that order 66 contingency clause? That’s just Wrecker when he turns fun mode off. (Sorry, I’ve just been very slow on that particular uptake here).

#the bad batch #wrecker bad batch #seriously it’s a miracle that none of them died #Tech Echo and Hunter nearly got their windpipes and or skulls crushed #all Wrecker would have had to do was squeeze a little harder #I have to assume that the only reason any of them walked away was because he was fighting it that hard #also #I’m not saying I want to see Wrecker go ham on some imperials #but I am #I’d like to see Wrecker go ham on some imperials #OR #he never got to toss Anakin in TCW #let Wrecker toss Vader #WITHOUT GETTING KILLED #got to specify that part

[vixensbrainrotts]

Tr headcanons (volume ||)

Content: headcanons

Warnings: none, lmk if I’m wrong

Vixen’s two cents: this is the part two I sorta promised. Do you agree with some of my headcanons? Please do tell me some of your own I would love to hear about them!! Let me know if you enjoy this, I love hearing about it!!! Now enjoy! I’ll link the part one once I figure out how to change the link

VOLUME I

Rindou who went through a long stage of denial about having to wear glasses before he finally admitted that he can’t see jackshit without them.

Mikey who genuinely stops and stares at every rainbow he sees. No matter where, no matter what situation, if the refraction hits his eye all pretty and colorful he‘s going to take a moment to appreciate it.

Kakucho who is a bitch for crystals. Diagnose him with a clear lack of Rose-quartz and push some shiny rocks in his hands and he's happy. He melts when he's presented with personalized crystal pouches and pretty rocks that he can caress in his pockets. He doesn't really buy the whole rocks as remedies thing but he likes the stones that come with it.

Izana who has a whole Ecosystem figured out for his aquarium. He takes it super seriously and makes sure that every tropic level is sufficiently cared for. The plants are non-invasive and regenerative, he has a moss-ball for natural filtration and the algae that he does allow is probiotic. He makes sure to have a predator fish to control the exessive baby-making his Guppies do, and has shrimp as decomposers. He specifically cares to make sure he has the correct school-size for each type of fish and makes sure that there is no stress between species.

also Izana who has a log book for his aquarium where he enters all the plants and fish he's gotten, how many times he's done a water change, and whenever a creature dies. It's the most controlled part of his life.

Emma who has a single Orchid flower in her room that Shinichiro gave her for her Birthday one year. She's read books on how to care for it properly and nurtures it like a mother. She cried once when it lost its blossoms, thinking it would whither and die, but later figured out that it was just the change of seasons.

Baji who unintentionally mean-mugs people when he spaces out and stares. It's real bad because his eyebrows furrow deep and his lips fall into a frown. He doesn't mean it at all, and is kind of upset that he keeps scaring people away.

Takemichi who has really bad allergies against seasonal greens. You can't catch him outside during spring without a puffy, snotty, swollen face. Its bad-bad.

Ran who sort of lived for the buzzcut he had in juvie, and thinks about just buzzing off everything again every once in a while.

Mitsuya who has both his eyebrows pierced right where the slits are. They are (by some miracle) aligned perfectly and suit him sooo well.

German/Russian Hanma who gets frustrated whenever he forgets a word, because he doesn't only forget it in one language, but all languages he speaks. Its not like he could translate it cause he knows it in another language, no! He straight up forgets the word in every language he speaks

Hakkai who wants to be good at baking so bad but created poison whenever he tries. They aren’t even salvageable by sugar coatings, fruits or sprinkles- they’re dry and crumbly and sometimes salty. It’s sort of a shame because he tries really hard.

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #tokrev #tr content #tr headcanons

[fractiflos]

How do you think that Yoichi and AFO survived as newborns if their mom died and they were in such a terrible enviroment that literally the first thing that happened after being born was that they almost got eaten by rats and drown in a river?

Babies can't eat anything but milk after certain age, because, not counting they don't have any teeth, they can't digest it, in the best case scenario, consuming another thing that is not milk, would cause them to develop a serious allergy to that specific food that could kill them later with an anaphilatic reaction, and in the worst, kill them right away.

Besides, a newborn has so many needs besides the food, specially a malnourished one as Yoichi.

A baby as him, a donor baby, would have been left several months in the hospital until he gained certain weight.

And even AFO, the receptor baby, could have several health problems that could kill him.

The fact alone that Yoichi was not born dead, is a miracle itself, almost none of those donor babies survive. And as I said, there is a chance that the receptor could die as well.

Wow, I wasn't expecting to be asked for my thoughts on this question!

(Before I answer, I should say I haven't actually read those chapters, I just saw the leak translations on here because I don't know where everyone else is able to read it.)

Anyway, I do think that they managed to get a little milk. ShigaMom hadn't been dead for too long, so she still had some, which is why Baby For One bit her breast, to get to the milk. Plus, he was strong enough to carry Yoichi, so he might've helped him get the milk on the other breast, as Baby Yoichi still should've been able to smell her.

But, that wouldn't have lasted long.

I'm of the belief that someone found two newborns suckling on their dead mom and thought, "I should get these children to a hospital".

So, the milk helped them hold on for a little bit until someone came and called an ambulance or something and they were taken care of. From there, I say they got abandoned once people realized the white hair was there to stay, about 2-3 maybe. And I can see AFO not wanting to admit someone other than him cared for Yoichi as the scene seemed to be his POV (but his thought process is a different topic).

However, I do have a very stupid theory that I can't get out of my head, so thank you for giving me the excuse to talk about it.

They were raised by animals.

Humans have been breastfed by animals before and survived (though it's not ideal), so it's not totally impossible for.

Except there's the health issues. I think part of it is that quirked people are hardier than regular people and human bodies will do all sorts of stuff to avoid dying. The reason this is a stupid theory that no one should take seriously is because I can't think of another reason.

#yoichi shigaraki #all for one #jane's asks #Still in disbelief I got asked this! #I hope my thoughts were articulate enough. I'm not used to answering these but it was really fun #Don't be afraid to ask me more stuff :)

[bureauofoutstandingbalance]

memento mori

When Magnus died, there was this sudden realization that Lucretia would be next.

Subconsciously, it seemed as if all the birds were waiting until the year was over. As if everything would reset, and Magnus would be back. Young, strong, and eye black from a bar fight, one which seemed like a thousand years ago now. 

But, of course, he didn’t. Because this was permanent. Taako knew that, logically. But it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair, he thought to himself, as he knocked on the door to Lucretia’s home.

The caretaker lady opened the door. She was a halfling, dressed in blue. Her ebony brown curls fell to her waist, and she regarded him with a soft, pitiful expression. Taako’s face soured, and his ears flattened down against his head. He didn’t need pity, especially not from a woman he barely knew.

She was… an employee for the Director, that much he knew. When the Director retired, this halfling woman was nice enough to take care of her… is what Taako was told. In his opinion, though? It wasn’t nice at all. It wasn’t generous or heartwarming or loyal or… anything that anyone wanted to tell themselves it was.

The Director didn’t need to be taken care of. She didn’t. She never did. Ever since her year alone, the Director was as stubborn as a goddamn mule. For better or for worse, she got things done with her head stuck up her ass. Refusing to ask for help. Refusing to let people do things for her. Refusing to admit she was ever wrong, even if her actions caused a person to forget their second half. 

And yet, despite himself, Taako was in her home.

The halfling escorted him to the living room. She offered a glass of water, but Taako turned her down. He didn’t say why he was here, but apparently, he did not need to ask. The halfling just looked down sadly when he rejected her offer and turned on her heel. Taako stared at the rug. Has she always had that pattern?

The Director was wheeled in. Taako didn’t look up. 

“Taako,” the Director began, but quickly erupted into a coughing fit. Taako continued to stare down the carpet like it had wronged him personally. Seriously, medallion? Who was the Director getting her style from, anyway?

“Still alive, eh? ‘S stubborn as ever, I see,”  Taako laughed, not unkindly, but not familiar. The tone in his voice was distant, and the Director could tell that Taako had something on his mind. She pursed her lips thoughtfully, and she quickly dismissed the halfling from the room. 

“Taako, as much as you know I always love it when you visit, more than I can properly put into words, why now?” 

“Can’t an elf see his family once in a while?” Taako moaned dramatically.

“Taako.”

“It’s my day off.”

“Taako.”

“Lup wanted me to.”

“Good fucking hell, Taako!” the Director snapped, forehead creased. She sighed and her face fell, too old to argue. She sat up straight and folded her hands over her lap, her back popping as she did so.

“Don’t fuck around with me, Taako. I’m 109 years old. It’s a miracle I lasted longer than Magnus.” 

Taako flinched like he’d been slapped. She continued.

“I’m too old to play games, so I’m gonna make this short.” She paused, as if considering her next words. 

“I lived with so, so many regrets. I don’t want to die with just as many. It’s been years since… since the day of Story and Song,” Lucretia said. Even all these years later, none of them have been able to speak of what happened in full. “Every time I take a breath, I hope it isn’t my last. Each time I close my eyes I beg the gods that I’ll be alive to open them. It’s not fun being old, Taako, and it’s not fun dying for a final time.”

Taako tapped his arm impatiently. “So? What’s your point?”

“Wh- What’s my point?” the Director repeated tiredly. She ran a wrinkled hand down her sagging face. “My point is that whatever you want to say to me, say it, because there is going to be a point where I’ll be gone, and you won’t be able to.”

Taako isn’t one for feelings. Never has been. For two centuries he hasn’t been, and he won’t be for as long as he lives. But when he thinks back to the day Magnus left for good, all he can do is remember how it felt. How it felt to lose someone important like that again. He’s lost Magnus before. He’s lost the Director. He’s lost Lup, in more ways than one. 

But there is nothing like the empty white walls of a hospital room. Being helpless as you watch a loved one slip through your fingers like water. The first time Taako was forced to face loss like that was when he and Lup were 75. The only difference is that they were alone. They held each other’s hands tightly, and Lup sobbed into his shoulder as strangers ushered them away from their aunt one last time. 

They didn’t want to be separated from each other like they had been from their aunt, so they ran.

Taako can’t run from this. He knows he can’t. Magnus is dead and he isn’t coming back, and he and Lup can’t run like they did when their ears were too big for their heads and their hearts were too big for the world. 

“Fuck, Luce!” Taako sobbed, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Lucretia just stared at him expectantly as he struggled to spit out his words.

“I know I fucked up, alright? But don’t pretend you didn’t either!” Taako snapped, jabbing a finger in her direction. She didn’t even blink. “You didn’t reach out once!”

“You know why,” Lucretia responded coolly, just as accusatory. The two of them stared at each other. Taako conceded and his shoulders slumped. Lucretia wheeled over and took Taako’s peticured hand in hers. For once, he didn’t fight her. Taako waited for her to say something, but she just gazed at him patiently.

“Fuck,” Taako emphasized again, this time with a laugh, his shoulders shaking. He pulled her into a tight hug.

“Oof, Taako, I’m ancient,” Lucretia laughed back, but reciprocated, nonetheless. 

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m sorry for… everything.”

“Hm? Sorry, I didn’t hear that. My old human ears. Was that… an apology?”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m trying to be heartfelt.”

The two stayed in silence for a little longer. Taako was the first to pull away.

“But, uh,” Taako began, “yeah. I’m, uh, sorry for… staying away. From you. Even after all this time.” He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts, and Lucretia watched.

“I mean, I know it’s partly deserved, you know? That’s what I’ve been telling myself for 50 something years. That you… deserved the cold shoulder for this long. I mean, for anyone else, I probably would have given them the cold shoulder for longer. But then it… it really hit me. How fucking short human lives are,” Taako sniffed. He wiped his face again.

“It’s not fair that the babies of the family are the first to go. The rest of us are still kicking. Good lord, Luce, you look older than Merle, for Pan’s sake.” 

“You wound me, truly,” Lucretia said, voice flat. Taako forced a laugh.

“I think I... forgave you a while ago.” His brow furrowed, like that wasn’t how he wanted to say it. “Or, I don’t know, got over it at least. As much as Taako can get over something. I just… held out this long because of principle, you know? And by the time I was over it, I didn’t know how to… talk to you anymore. I told myself you deserved it because I didn’t want to admit to myself that I was wrong,” Taako admitted. He felt uncomfortable, suddenly, like something in him came undone and everything he has been holding inside for not even a quarter of his life came pouring out. Lucretia, however, held him steady, like his words were something she had been waiting for all of hers. She waited for him to say anything else, but when she seemed to realize he had finished, she let out a sigh. 

“Some things really don’t change,” she muttered, clearly intending for Taako to hear her. He smiled wearily. 

“Gotta stick to what the fans love, right?” he joked, and Lucretia smiled back tiredly. He felt his heart sting. Why did everything with humans change so fast?

It suddenly hit Taako that when he becomes a pile of bones, he won’t have Lucretia. Or Angus. He won’t even have Merle or the captain. They’ll be dead, long buried in the ground. It will just be him. And Lup and Barry, of course, since they’re reapers now, but they’ll still look exactly the same. Taako’s beauty will have long since withered while his twin will be as sharp as ever, and Barry… Well, Barry’s jeans will be as crisp as ever. And Kravitz… 

Taako jerked when Lucretia brought her hands to cup his face, but otherwise didn’t resist. This was really it, huh? The first and last time they’d ever have a heart-to-heart like this.

“I wish we had gotten more time together,” Lucretia professed, and Taako broke in her arms.

#I don't know if this is OOC it is mostly just projection on my part. #Self indulgence! Yippee! #post story and song #taz balance #the adventure zone #taz #lucretia taz #lucretia #taako taz #taako #taako taaco #my writing

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

You and Vine— er, I mean those unknown authors, Anonymuffin and Anonelle— hinted at some potential explanations in the fic, but I have to ask, how IS Bella succeeding at all these murders? There are a surprisingly large number of them.

Anon is referring to And Then There Were None, a fic totally not written by me and @therealvinelle.

Carlisle's actually on the money with this one.

HOW?!

Bella has a few things going for her.

One, so far most the people she's taken out have been friends of the family who were there at the trial. Last they saw Bella, she was very personable, with great joy de vivre, who was rudely oppressed by the Volturi.

The vampire world remembers Bella Swan and her miracle child very family.

Bella is also a vampire clearly not on a normal diet with her eye color, coasting off the Cullens' reputation in general, very physically unthreatening, and just looks kind of helpless and nothing to take seriously.

Adding to that, is that while Bella's a poor actress, she has no need to act because she approaches each group in good faith with no intentions of killing them.

The Script

Bella searches out these people. She arrives and tells them all about how Carlisle has gone mad and run off with her daughter and her entire family was murdered. She's looking for them now and is hoping X good friend or X good person can at least point her in the right direction or pass along the message.

Oh, you poor dear, the vampires say feeling terrible and suspecting the Volturi (especially as rumor grows that the Volturi are on a murderous rampage killing everyone).

Those that are not friends probalby have ulterior motives, knowing how powerful Bella is, and wanting that gift for themselves.

As this continues and Bella keeps yammering it becomes clear that these new vampires don't understand why Jacob's important or else think too highly of the Cullens.

Bella at first is irritated, telling herself they couldn't possibly know THE CULLENS ARE TRASH, but then her irritation turns to rage. Why should the Cullens be remembered fondly by anyone? She then realizes that, in the Cullens place, these new people would kill Jacob too! They're just as unsympathetic and not understanding of Bella mourning this man not her husband.

They, in fact, keep trying to console her over her grief about Edward.

MOTHERFUCKERS.

Bella resolves herself to murdering the most offensive of them. When the group is upset one of their number has mysteriously died, she starts killing the rest of them, because how dare they be upset.

Basically, it's a tale of Bella being so mad that she always has the element of surprise on her side because no one, not even Bella, ever sees it coming.

(We are now at 32 vampires who killed Jacob!)

#twilight #twilight renaissance #and then there were none #bella swan #anti bella swan #meta #opinion #vinelle #therealvinelle

[dododan]

Forgotten Perseverance - Chapter 1

Masterpost

Prologue

"Before Katharina came to the Underground, there was another man before her. He stood out for his impeccable courage. He was not afraid to raise his blade against unknown creatures, just to get home.

And what did it look like from the side of the monsters?"

When she appeared, I had finished sixteen years old and my little brother Papyrus had nines birthday. He was enough too old to understand the world around him, but he still saw the world by the pink glasses. Somebody could say my brother was so naive, but I thought every child in his ages behave like that. Only that world wasn't so easy how children thought or perhaps we – adults – complicate the world too much?  

I often thought how my brother would deal with the world. Papyrus preferred to solve the problems by talking, but not all the monsters were like him – peaceful. Sometimes I and our father wondered why Papyrus wanted to be a Royal Guardian. When we asked him, he responded that he only wanted to help others and to be a popular. I reflected how he wanted to do it with his passion in straw and big shyness. But I always wanted to protect him, and I still. 

This day was like every last days. I didn't expect that something could happen. How usually after the school, I wanted to go to the Ruin, especially to flower chamber, where appeared latest people. There were already three of them, not counting Princess Chara Dremuur. Every monster knew her story. She had appeared in the Underground, igniting the hearts of monsters. She had given us hope. I didn't have a chance to know her personally. I was 5 years old, when Princess Chara and Prince Asriel had gone. I saw them a few times in the capital, but nothing else. It was followed by more people. 

From Chara's death until Katharina's appearance, various people fell into the Underworld. I didn't know their names, so I'll use their characteristics. The first to appear was a woman - a Patiente. She turned up a few days after Chara and Asriel's funeral. I didn't meet her, but I heard she didn't even pass Ruin. She died solving one of the traps. Her soul was taken to the palace. She was supposed to be the key to destroying the barrier. You probably know about the King of the Underworld, Asgor wanting to get human souls to break the barrier. He started collecting them after the death of his children. The soul of Petience was the first. The next was the soul of Honesty - a teenager. She managed to successfully pass the Ruins. In Snowdin she was caught by the guards. The captain of the Royal Guard - Vinci personally led the girl to the capital. Honesty tried to negotiate with King Asgore. She was unsuccessful. He killed her. Then Queen Toriel left. She could not watch her husband kill a defenceless child. The king gained a second soul and the queen disappeared. There were rumours that she was hiding in the Ruins. Apparently she was waiting for more people - she wanted to warn them about Asgor. 

After Honesty, a third man appeared. A man who was characterised by Bravery. When he appeared in Snowdin, the monsters began to suspect that he had killed the Queen. It later transpired that he had killed old Jim - a senior dog living away from the town. This man was dangerous. He attacked several monsters and one of my buddies - Doggo the dog. Because of Bravery, Doggo became blind. The man attacked his father and Doggo tried to defend him. He was injured. Since then, the boy changed. He wanted to join the Royal Guard and catch people. Many did so at the time. As a blind man, Doggo could not fight, but he managed perfectly well without it. His strength proved to be his hearing. It was because of it that he joined the ranks of the Guards in the future. Returning to Bravery, the man killed or seriously injured several more monsters on his way. He managed to get as far as Hotland. By some miracle, he entered the laboratory of my father - W. D. Gaster.  What he was looking for there none of us know. Maybe he thought he could get out that way? 

I won't forget it for the rest of my life. Bravery was the reason for my 'dislike' of people. 

I was in the lab with Papyrus at the time. He was three at the time, so he doesn't remember it. That's fine, but I often had nightmares.    

Bravery burst into Papa's office. I took Paps and hid under the desk. I pressed my brother against me. Dad faced him, ready to defend us. They started to fight. I don't want to recall that fight. To this day, chills run through me at the memory of that day, but what I remember most was the sight of my father. Bravery hit my father on the head with a wooden stick. I held my breath, pressing Papyrus to my chest. I was afraid. No. I was terrified, seeing my father on the ground. Although I could only see his back, I could still see the crack on his skull. It stretched across his entire head. Blood was slowly oozing from the wound. The red liquid ran down the bone onto the snow-white apron, soaking into it. Papyrus began to cry. He must have heard what was happening and got scared. I tried to calm him down somehow, but it didn't help. I looked at my father. He had already got up from the ground. He looked over at us. What I saw... At first I couldn't believe it. The crack started below his eye socket and went through it. A lot more blood than I thought at first. He seemed extremely tired, but as soon as he met my gaze. His expression changed. The uncertainty and fear disappeared and was replaced by pure hatred. Hatred of people. My father turned to face the man. He stretched out his hand in front of him, which began to be surrounded by purple magic.    

"You're going to start regretting coming here at all" - growled the father in the ancient language of the monsters. I understood it because he had taught it to me. Dad considered it a legacy of the surface monsters, so he decided to teach it to us. When father got angry he would start speaking it. "You will pay for hurting the people of Snowdin! For breaking in here!" shouted father. He raised his hand above his head. The man began to shake. I think he realised who he was dealing with. He tried to escape, but bones grew out of the ground making any movement impossible. "You think you can escape!" Blasters appeared above his father. Each with violet eyes. "You will pay for all your sins. And especially for attacking my sons!" Bone heads shot out with purple flame. Bravery struggled, but it had little effect. He was burnt to ashes. An orange heart appeared above his ashes - his soul. It was already about to disappear, but his father managed to capture it in his magic.    

"Your punishment is yet to begin" his father added, burying his soul in a special container. He left it on the table and walked over to us. He knelt down at the desk, hugging us.    

"It's all right now. You are in no danger” he said in a calm voice, embracing us tighter. "It's over now. Don't cry Sans” 

Through my father's words, I realised that tears had been pouring down my cheekbones for a few moments. I didn't even notice when I started crying.    

A few minutes later, guards rushed into the study. Seeing us and the battlefield, they immediately set about dressing my father. After that I do not remember much. Everything happened as if in a fog. I felt tired, even exhausted. And the last thing I remember of that day was how darkness covered my eye sockets. The only thought swirling around in my head at the time was that I would not let this situation happen again. 

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#undertale #guardiantale #sans #papyrus #undyne #alphys #gaster #frisk #undertale fandom #undertale oc #undertale fanfiction #undertale fanfic #undertale sans #sans undertale #sans au #undertale au #undertale alternate universe #undertale alphys

[stesierra]

@alnaperera tagged me for Find the Word tag!

My words are: throw, major, month, and pitch.

I'm tagging @bellascarousel and @akiwitch and @aziz-reads! Your words are hunter, danger, kill and soft.

Throw (Stitches and Memories)

Far down the way, next to one of these tree-walls, two men in dark cuirasses stood along the verge. As the trio marched towards them, they spread out across the road. Antea offered them a smile and kept walking, but the hair on her neck rose. That armor looked very familiar. But surely she was wrong. They couldn't be attacked a third day in a row, a stone's throw from a soldiers' post, and why would bandits all wear the same outfit, anyway? Criminals didn't have a uniform.

Major (As Immortality Fades)

Eventually, the men stopped patting me with their cloaks, and one of them, a blond man with blue eyes, said, "Your Majesty? Are you all right?"

I stayed balanced on their knees because there was nowhere else to go. Dagmod and Eysta were shouting from the edge of the crowd. I took stock of myself. My mantle was nothing but hot char, and my hair was a foot shorter. My back was in agony, so the burn couldn't be that deep. I had seen a man burned once so badly that his skin turned white and black, and he had confided to me that he felt no pain at all anymore. And then he had died. I said, "I'll live. Thank you for coming to my aid."

The men flushed, seeming to become aware of my position in their arms. They let go of me, and the whole crowd scrunched together until there was just enough room for me to sit on my knees, although I still brushed against the men on either side. The man who had spoken said, "Your Majesty, it was our duty as your subjects to aid you. We didn't mean to push you into the fire. If we had known what that Valteifur meant to do, none of us would have stood so close."

"What did he do?" I asked, for I could not make sense of their sudden appearance. They were a strange bunch. Oh, their faces could belong to any of my subjects, bearing a mix of skin and eye and hair colors that came from Kathild being a major center of trade. They were a mixture of ages, from young to old, nothing special there. But their clothes looked decades, even centuries, out of fashion. Some of them wore light shirts and dresses better fitted to spring and summer. A few even stood clothed in a sheet alone. The men and women in spring clothes wrapped their arms around themselves and shivered against the wind. The ones dressed in sheets looked about to turn blue.

The men that had helped me exchanged glances. The second, whose hair was almost as red as Indrig's, said, "Your Majesty, he brought us back."

Month (The Halfway Revenant)

“What are you going to pay me?” the junkman asked, bumping against her table. “You want that one. Don’t you?”

She scooted her stool back. “I’ll give you a page of facts. No more, no less.” He wouldn’t remember them, not high on sooz. If he was lucky, he could read.

“Good facts?”

“Enough to buy a whole month of meals.” Or a few servings of sooz.

Pitch (Stitches and Memories)

Antea surprised herself with a laugh. "I can't believe that one of the favored can't get work."

Jedan rolled his eyes. "All right, I can, but the jobs are all excessively holy. I'm not just a collection of miraculous powers and I won't put up with being treated like one."

She rested her chin in her hand. "Why not? Sounds like fun. Show me a miracle."

He sighed nobly, but his lips twitched upward into a faint smile.

"You need to work on your martyred look," she told him.

"Martyr is one of those jobs I'm not applying for," he said with a wave of his hand. "The pay is terrible anyway."

"No, seriously, what can you do?" People revered the favored because they were the chosen of the gods and guided directly by their hands. But the favored were also held in awe because of the divine powers the gods granted them. Jedan probably had at least half a dozen magical abilities. And unlike a mage, he wouldn't need thirty years of study to learn how to use them.

"Track people if I have part of their body or something they've made. That's one."

Gods, the constables would love to have someone who could do that in their pocket. No wonder they'd tried to recruit him. His powers aroused her curiosity, but what did she have to give him? She owned hardly anything, so she handed him the dragon book and leaned towards him, propping her elbows on the table. "Can you tell where the writer of this is?"

He laughed and waggled it at her. "No. That and the age of the thing answer your question, though. In a grave."

She took it back and smoothed her hand across the battered leather cover. "It doesn't work if they're dead?"

Jedan nodded.

She had one more possession beside her blanket, dress and book. Antea's lip bled a drop of copper onto her tongue when she bit down on it. Dare she give him her father's note? Could she stand to know whether or not her father was dead? She wanted to hide in the bedroom Fenka had promised her, where the promise of answers wouldn't haunt her. Instead she reached a hand slowly into her haversack. "Would you do another one for me?"

"Sure, I love being a party trick."

She freed the letter and held it out to him. Words failed her, and her throat tightened until it hurt.

She didn't know how she looked, but his smile vanished and he sat up straight, his gaze fixed on hers. He took the paper from her fingertips. When he held it in front of his eyes for a long moment, his pupils widened, pitch-black against gold.

"The trail starts that way," he said, pointing south-west.

Nausea hit her like a club to the stomach. "The writer's alive?"

"The writer's alive."

#tag games

[jonesmle]

reblogging

 outlandishgoodness

Doing their jobs

You know, Cait & Sam are just doing their jobs. They paid their dues and came up thru the ranks to follow their career interests. Now it’s paying off for them: Nominations, awards, recognition, fame, fortune, respect, opportunities. It’s taken awhile and hasn’t been easy. For a minute, imagine their thrill when they landed plum lead roles in a cable series with a built-in fan base of thousands, with recognized industry producers and directors. They were both single, living away from family where they grew up. Sam moved back to Scotland where his mom and brother lived and where he was raised. Cait moved across the Irish Sea from her previous home, before living elsewhere and in LA, to a Gaelic country in the UK. They had meaty roles and lotsa opportunities to show off their acting abilities. They worked for Sony and Starz and had access to PR, agents, publishers, stylists unlike before. On top of all this, the stars aligned. They may have resisted the cliche of falling for the other romantic lead at first. Eventually there was no denying how deeply and strongly they felt for each other. When they were in their bubble together, fireworks exploded. The were also in the midst of a media cyclone with the popularity of Outlander’s first season. They helped each other stay strong and grounded. They slowly merged families, friends, fundraising, causes, interests, free time, previous connections and work friends. They shared their loves for the environment, children, animals, traveling, art, film & theatre, adventure, music, foods. They were both in their 30s and shared dreams of travel, health, wealth, and children. Somehow, Sam & Cait created magic on screen and gave us glimpses of a personal relationship built of love, respect, and fun affection behind the scenes too. We all ate it up. IMO nothing has changed. Focus on the love. Focus on the positive magic these two create. It’s palpable. The rest is all BULLSHIT. We are the loyal followers who have reveled in their connection from early on—we see it, we respect it, we get it. The Narrative is annoying, but it isn’t directed towards us. “I suggest you ignore it.” It’s business, plain and simple. SC are for sale to the highest bidder and they’re dealing with it in the best way they can. They’re both developing other businesses, other interests for both financial and personal freedom. Once their obligations to Outlander end, we will get a glimpse of a liberated SC (and maybe their wee secrets). Not naive here, Ladies, it’s just business. I don’t take any of the BS seriously or personally. Peace 💕❤️💗💋

Anyway keep this in mind.  The 7 season contract is NOT over.  No matter how much we fans want them to admit what we already KNOW, it won't happen until the 7 season contract is up, or by some miracle TPTB  change their minds and see the error of their ways.  I, for one, wish Sam and Caitriona  all the best, because none of this is easy for them.  I saw them the Thursday interview (pure joy) and then the Friday IFH were it looked like someone died (Jan. 2016).

[mondscheinprinzessin]

For the Spotify wrapped 2021 2022 ask game for writers: 5, 45 and 75 :)

5. Opinions by Blind Channel

what about a scenario in which Blind Channel didn’t survive the jump up into fame and split up when personal problems added to it made it impossible for them to work together

of course the media is all over it and they definitely played a part in their parting

they had manufactured enough fake stories and spread many lies that even the guys sometimes couldn’t be sure what’s true and what not and their connection was tested till it snapped

Niko and Joel go solo, Joonas and Olli join another band, Tommi goes back to his old job, and Aleksi picks up production for other bands again and they rarely see each other again

the fic would follow them individually for a while, showing their struggles to be apart after so many years joined at the hip

how they can’t find the same sense in their current work as they did with the band, that something is just lacking

if it was a movie, it would show a split screen of Joel and Joonas playing and singing the same song in their separate apartments, unaware that the other is giving a performance of the same song with their whole heart aching while they remember playing that song together on stage

how Aleksi finds an old demo on his laptop and can’t help himself but work on it

how Olli is trying to come up with a bass line only to find one that would fit perfectly to that one song BC had been working at a long time ago but never finished, only to realize that his head and heart are not in it for his current project

how Tommi is searching for the excitement and chaos in his life but not able to find it with his co-workers being the opposite of his old friends and there not being any live performances anymore

how Niko writes song after song but none of them are perfect enough for him to record before he realizes that Joel’s voice is missing and without him he can’t finish a song

by a miracle they all run into each other at a party with other bands (because duh every band in Finland knows each other)

and they get the spark back and tada they get back together, shitting on what everyone else and media says

(my endings are seriously lacking, sorry)

45. Died Enough for You by Blind Channel

why is my brain immediately hooking onto abusive relationships again, what is my thing with them??

OR make it literally: superpower AU

Olli has the superpower to come back to life no matter how he gets killed; electrocuted? No problem. Getting shot? Also no problem. Eaten by sharks? No problem.

he works for the evil organization, making him the villain so to say who abuses his powers to fulfil his bosses plans

at one of his missions he collides with Joonas (literally, they run into each other while Olli is trying to find the artefact he’s supposed to steal while Joonas is there to, well….steal the same thing)

they make it a competition and Olli has to admit that he’s not as annoyed about the dude as he should be, has fun even (which is a rare treat in his heavily controlled life)

Joonas finds out his superpower when by the end Olli, because he’s distracted by Joonas, doesn’t notice the guard and gets shot

Joonas thinks he died but still takes the body with him (because that’s like an honorary code for them idk) and Olli comes to back at the headquarters for the company Joonas works for (more like a small group of people; hello Aleksi, Niko, Joel, and Tommi) which scares the shit out of the others but Olli insists he’s fine and that he has to go back but promises he won’t tell on his boss that Joonas had gotten the artefact and that Olli knows exactly where it is although he’s scared to get back home without it

sometime later he runs into Joonas again who tries to convince him Olli should leave his former life and come to work for Joonas and his group, but Olli refuses, too scared what could happen when the leader finds out where Olli has run off to and may try to kill them to get Olli back, his best asset

Joonas and his friends do some researching, find some stuff out that convinces Olli to join them (my first thought was they killed his family like wtf no reason to make it that sad) and there’s your happy end; the boyfriends who are thieves together🖤

75. Stoned Statues by Stoned Statues

something something fantasy maybe (oh god I’m bad with that but let’s try)

my first idea sounds awfully the same as Narnia, but let’s take a land that gets oppressed by an evil witch who crowned herself the queen

now her strategy is to transform every enemy into stone (she can’t do it to a whole group, but she has her means to sneak up on people granted to her by potions)

the guys are one big family basically and help the resistance to get their land back

there’s a mission some of them set out on, which is to help some families safely get into their territory, away from the witch’s henchmen

but the plan gets found out and some of them get abducted

maybe Joonas, Tommi, Aleksi, and Joonas? I somehow want Joel and Olli to go on an adventure together

and they not only need to find their friends, because when they do they need to find a solution to turn them back into people

no I haven’t thought so far yet, but there’s an happy end somewhere😅

#answered #where that's gotten long #honestly love the first idea #every chapter could be about one of the boys #the second is a mix of Superpower Au and Heist AU (which I think would fit Joonas perfectly) #imagine him taking off his mask and he has his perfect make up underneath and Olli goes all😍 #another-sun

[thepastisalreadywritten]

SAINT OF THE DAY (June 13)

On June 13, Catholics honor the memory of the Franciscan priest St. Anthony of Padua.

Although he is popularly invoked today by those who have trouble finding lost objects, he was known in his own day as the “Hammer of Heretics” due to the powerful witness of his life and preaching.

The saint known to the Church as Anthony of Padua was not born in the Italian city of Padua, nor was he originally named Anthony.

He was born as Ferdinand on 15 August 1195 in Lisbon, Portugal, the son of an army officer named Martin and a virtuous woman named Mary.

They had Ferdinand educated by a group of priests, and the young man made his own decision to enter religious life at age 15.

Ferdinand initially lived in a monastery of the Augustinian order outside of Lisbon. But he disliked the distraction of constant visits from his friends and moved to a more remote house of the same order.

There, he concentrated on reading the Bible and the Church Fathers, while living a life of asceticism and heartfelt devotion to God.

Eight years later, in 1220, Ferdinand learned the news about five Franciscan friars who had recently died for their faith in Morocco.

When their bodies were brought to Portugal for veneration, Ferdinand developed a passionate desire to imitate their commitment to the Gospel.

When a group of Franciscans visited his monastery, Ferdinand told them he wanted to adopt their poor and humble way of life.

Some of the Augustinian monks criticized and mocked Ferdinand's interest in the Franciscans, which had been established only recently, in 1209.

However, prayer confirmed his desire to follow the example of St. Francis, who was still living at the time.

He eventually obtained permission to leave the Augustinians and join a small Franciscan monastery in 1221.

At that time, he took the name Anthony, after the fourth-century desert monk, St. Anthony of Egypt.

Anthony wanted to imitate the Franciscan martyrs who had died trying to convert the Muslims of Morocco.

He traveled on a ship to Africa for this purpose, but became seriously ill and could not carry out his intention.

The ship that was supposed to take him to Spain for treatment was blown off course and ended up in Italy.

Through this series of mishaps, Anthony ended up near Assisi, where St. Francis was holding a major meeting for the members of his order.

Despite his poor health, Anthony resolved to stay in Italy in order to be closer to St. Francis himself.

He deliberately concealed his deep knowledge of theology and Scripture. He offered to serve in the kitchen among the brothers.

At the time, no one realized that the future “Hammer of Heretics” was anything other than a kitchen assistant and obedient Franciscan priest.

Around 1224, however, Anthony was forced to deliver an improvised speech before an assembly of Dominicans and Franciscans, none of whom had prepared any remarks.

His eloquence stunned the crowd, and St. Francis himself soon learned what kind of man the dishwashing priest really was.

In 1224, he gave Anthony permission to teach theology in the Franciscan order – “provided, however, that as the Rule prescribes, the spirit of prayer and devotion may not be extinguished.”

Anthony taught theology in several French and Italian cities, while strictly following his Franciscan vows and preaching regularly to the people.

Later, he dedicated himself entirely to the work of preaching as a missionary in France, Italy and Spain, teaching an authentic love for God to many people – whether peasants or princes – who had fallen away from Catholic faith and morality.

Known for his bold preaching and austere lifestyle, Anthony also had a reputation as a worker of miracles, which often came about in the course of his disputes with heretics.

His biographers mention a horse, which refused to eat for three days, and accepted food only after it had placed itself in adoration before the Eucharist that Anthony brought in his hands.

Another miracle involved a poisoned meal, which Anthony ate without any harm after making the sign of the Cross over it.

And a final often recounted miracle of St. Anthony’s involved a group of fish, who rose out of the sea to hear his preaching when heretical residents of a city refused to listen.

After Lent in 1231, Anthony's health was in decline.

Following the example of his patron – the earlier St. Anthony, who had lived as a hermit – he retreated to a remote location, taking two companions to help him.

When his worsening health forced him to be carried back to the Franciscan monastery in Padua, crowds of people converged on the group in hopes of paying their homage to the holy priest.

The commotion surrounding his transport forced his attendants to stop short of their destination.

After receiving the last rites, Anthony prayed the Church's seven traditional penitential psalms, sung a hymn to the Virgin Mary, and died on 13 June 1231 at the age of 36.

St. Anthony's well-established holiness, combined with the many miracles he had worked during his lifetime, moved Pope Gregory IX – who knew the saint personally – to canonize him one year after his death, on 30 May 1232.

“St. Anthony, residing now in heaven, is honored on earth by many miracles daily seen at his tomb, of which we are certified by authentic writings,” proclaimed the 13th-century Pope.

#Saint of the Day #St. Anthony of Padua #Hammer of Heretics

[silent-dragon]

🤫 for any oc you want?

Sorry if this gets too weird or deep been wanting to do this. Is very long and about ocs no one cares for much so sorry if boring i just wanted to tell their story.

As a youth their mother,Rita was quite the rebel and always was having it out with her family. She was wreckless,flirty,abit of a thief,and always not home. Her parents often had neighbors go find her to bring her home. She'd roll her eyes and sigh at the lectures she received and shrugged off anything else they threw at her. They eventually sent her off to a witch academy that was known to help girls become better and powerful.

She kinda still didn't take it seriously til she started to see the amazing things the older girls could do. She wanted to cause more mayhem and this was the key so long as she adhered to the rules temporarily. She did this and finished the academy with the disguise she was a changed good woman. She soon became a very scary witch who practiced ancient forbidden magics aswell as use magic to continue her thievery. She abandoned her family shortly after.

After years of this mayhem she did eventually slow down as she found out she was pregnant with twins. She was single and knew she needed money to care for them so she once again used forbidden magic to create ways for her to freely get money,etc but one spell required possessions of hers from her childhood. She really didn't have anything except one thing.

Sne had swiped a family figure she wanted as a memory that was old and important to her family. Now at this point with just her thoughts about her children she didnt care and broke the figure and tossed it in thinking it function normally. While the spell did work as normal she failed to notice that something else happened.

When the day of her twins birth arrived a day right before a day special to her family Rita kept hearing voices around her that were not the hospital staff some sounded familiar and they kept saying "curse or cursed" in spanish as she was taken in delivery room. She gave birth to a girl or what seemed like a girl but the baby had various beasthuman parts but none matched. Shortly after Rita didn't last to have the other twin she died mysteriously right after seeing her first child's face. The other twin went along with her.

She woke to being in a place unfamiliar to her but upon looking at her appearance she was dead. All she could remember is seeing her child's face which made her remember she had another but assumed they were gone however in her arms she realized she had a baby but it was a goat which was odd but given how she looked she saw the goat as being normal.

Someone who looked same way like her came up to her and helped her get situated. She was told where she was,what was happening,and that goat was her other child turned into a spirit creature. By a miracle in the living world her family were contacted about her and her child who was living. They took care of everything even though Rita had abandoned them. Raised Paz,made sure Paz knew of Rita with placing her photo on the alter with the rest of pasted on family. Rita was so shocked to learn she could visit her other child a d receive gifts from family.

Rita learned later that because she destroyed that figure that wasn't hers she had been cursed aswell as her twins as they were with her at the time.

Paz has the curse of emotional unremembrance. Paz's lips have magic that if they kiss or get kissed the person will forget Paz slowly then panic when seeing them. Almost everyone in Paz's living family gave em kisses so none remember them at all at this point. Aswell as Paz's appearance resembles the figure Rita broke.

Reno has the curse of emotional unloved. If someone truly falls in love with Reno they will start to lose one of their bodily senses slowly permanently. Reno is very flirtatious and has always noticed his lovers get sick or in accident where they lose something precious like eyesight,a limb,hearing,etc. This also functions for family love too as upon Paz meeting Reno and they becoming close siblings Paz lost their right eye to a incident randomly. Reno aswell looks like the figure his mother broke.

Because they are cursed beings from the same situation instead of them being twins they are the two halfs of one whole. Both have reconciled with Rita and see her every November but she does feel bad seeing her cursed children struggle with their curses alot.

#asks #oc family lore #twst staff oc #Paz #Ignihyde #Reno #oc lore #SpiritGato

[basicsofislam]

PROPHET MUHAMMAD (PBUH)’s BIOGRAPHY : The Battle of Uhud.Part7

The Prophet Kills Ubayy b. Khalaf

It was before the Battle of Badr.

While the Messenger of God was walking around the battlefield, he said, “This is where Abu Jahl is going to be killed; this is where Utba and this is where Umayya, this is where such and such person is going to be killed. I am going to kill Ubayy b. Khalaf with my own hands.”

The cave on Uhud in which the Prophet took shelter

As the Prophet informed people in Badr, Abu Jahl, Utba and Umayya b. Khalaf were killed by mujahids in the places that had been shown by the Prophet. Only Ubayy b. Khalaf remained. He was one of the notables of the Quraysh. Whenever he met the Prophet, he said, “O Muhammad! I have a horse. I feed him with sixteen kilos of corn every day. One day I will kill you riding it.”

The Prophet answered this unruly and stupid man as follows:

“I will kill you inshaGod.”[ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 89. ]

Ubayy b. Khalaf went to Uhud in order to take the revenge of Umayya, his brother, who had been killed by the mujahids in Badr, and in order to kill the Prophet, by swearing that he would do it.

It was when the Messenger of God was walking up to Shi’b.

Ubayy was seen going toward Shi’b. He was on the horse that he fed sixteen kilos of corn every day. He was approaching the Prophet with looks of revenge in his eyes. When the Companions noticed him, they wanted to confront and kill him. However, the Messenger of God said, “Let him come.” While approaching the prophet, this unruly polytheist said, “O Muhammad! If you survive, I will not survive!”

When the Messenger of God heard what he said, he got very furious. He walked against his opponent with his spear, and with solemn and terrifying steps. Ubayy was astonished. He started to run away when he saw the terrifying walking of the Prophet. The prophet followed him and shouted, “Where are you going? You liar!”

Ubayy could not save himself by running away. The Prophet threw his spear at him. It hit the part of his body between his helmet and armor. Ubay fell off his horse mooing like a cow.

The polytheists took him away; he was wounded. No blood was coming out of his wound. He could not bear the pain. From time to time, he said to his friends, “By God! Mu­hammad killed me!”

His friends did not take what he said seriously; they tried to console him by saying his wound was not very important. However, Ubayy realized that he was not going to survive. He said to his friends, “In Makkah, he said to me, ‘I will kill you.’ I swear by God he will kill me only by spitting on my face.”[ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 89. ]

Ubayy b. Khalaf died by saying, “I am thirsty; I am thirsty!” Thus, another miracle of the Prophet about the future came true by the permission of God.

Those who had Vowed to Kill the Prophet were all Killed

It was when the Muslims started to disperse.

Four unduly polytheists, Abdullah b. Shihab az-Zuhri, Utba b. Abi Waqqas, Abdullah Ibn Kamia  and Ubayy b. Khalaf, came together and vowed to kill the Prophet.[ Ibn Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 4, p. 125. ]

The Messenger of God prayed God against those polytheists: “O God! Do not let any of them live more than a year.”

Sa’d b. Abi Waqqas said:

“I swear by God none of those who wounded the Prophet lived more than a year.”

Ibn Shihab, one of those four people, was bitten by a white spotted female snake and died.

The Prophet himself killed Ubayy b. Khalaf with his own hands.

Hatib b. Abi Baitah killed Utba b. Abi Waqqas.

Ibn Kamia, who had wounded the Prophet’s face, went to see his sheep to Makkah after Uhud. He found his sheep on the highest hill of the mountain. When he wanted to stop his sheep, a ram attacked him and tore him into pieces by tossing him with its horns repeatedly. [ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 89; Balazuri, Ansab, Vol. 1, p. 324; Ibn Sayyid, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 13. ]

Abu Sufyan Calls out

The army of the polytheists was withdrawing slowly. Abu Sufyan, the commander, walked around the battlefield and approached the mujahids on the rocks. He called out, “Is Muhammad among the Muslims?” He repeated his question three times but the Prophet said to the mujahids, “Do not answer.” Then, Abu Sufyan asked, “Is Abu Bakr among you?” the Messenger of God did not allow them to answer. This time, the leader of the Qurayshis said, “Is Umar not among you?” the Prophet did not want them to answer this question, either. Thereupon, Abu Sufyan turned to his men and said, “All of them were probably killed. If they had been alive, they would have answered me.”

After his last sentence, Hazrat Umar could not put up with it anymore; he stood up and called out, “You are lying, O enemy of God! All of them are alive and here.”

Then, the following conversation took place between Abu Sufyan and Umar:

Abu Sufyan: “May the fame of Hubal be high!”

With the order of the Prophet, Hazrat Umar said, “God is the greatest and highest.”

“We have Uzza but you don’t!”

“Our Master is God. You have no master.”

“We defeated one day and we were defeated one day.”

“We got sorry one day and we laughed one day. We killed Hanzala for Hanzala and such and such a person for such and such a person.”

“We are not the same as you. Those of us who were killed are in Paradise now. Those of you who were killed are in Hell.”

This time, Abu Sufyan got to the point and said to Umar, “O Umar! Tell me for God’s sake! Did we kill Muhammad?”

Hazrat Umar:

“No. By God, you did not kill him. Now he is listening to what you are saying now.

Abu Sufyan, who relied on Hazrat Umar, believed that the Prophet was alive. While he was about to leave, he shouted:

“We promise to confront you and fight you in Badr next year.”

Hazrat Umar looked at the Messenger of God. He waited for the Prophet to express his view. When the Prophet said, “It is all right. InshaGod that place will me our meeting place”, Hazrat Umar answered,

“It is all right!”[ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 99-100; Ibn Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 48; Tabari, Tarikh, Vol. 3, p. 24. ]

The Prophet Walks among the Martyrs

When the enemy left the battlefield and set off to Makkah, the Prophet walked down the rocks with the mujahids.  

He walked among the martyrs whose bodies were on the ground but whose spirits traveled in the high realms.

His heart was full of grief. If he had not had the comfort provided by belief in qadar, the scene could not have been observed. He had lost his most distinguished Companions. The Qurayshi polytheists had treated the martyrs wildly. They had torn most of them into pieces; some of them could not be recognized.  

He stood among them.

He watched the deplorable scene with grief for a while and said, “I will witness on the Day of Judgment that those martyrs sacrificed their lives in the way of God.”

Then, he turned to his Companions and said,

“Wrap and bury them with their blood! Those who fight in the way of God and get wounded, will come to the Gathering Place with their wounds bleeding. The color of their blood will be blood color but the scent of their blood will be the scent of musk.”[Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 103-104; Ibn Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 13-14.]

The Prophet next to the Body of Hazrat Hamza

Hazrat Hamza, the prophet’s uncle, the heroic Companion, was among the martyrs.

His stomach had been cut open, and his liver had been removed; his nose and ears had been cut off; his dead body was in pieces. It was difficult to recognize him.

When the Messenger of God saw his blessed body, he became so sad and felt so much pain that he started to cry.

He had never been seen so sad. He stood by the body of “Sayyid ash-Shuhada [Master of the Martyrs]” who was a monument of courage.  

He addressed Hamza in tears:

“O Hamza! Nobody has ever suffered and will suffer such a misfortune! There cannot be a bigger misfortune than this one for me!

“Oh Hamza! The uncle of the Messenger of God! O Hamza who did good deeds! O Hamza who protected the Messenger of God! May God show mercy on you! If it had been necessary to mourn after you, I would have given up being happy and have mourned for you!”[ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 101-102; Ibn- Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 13-14; Halabi, Insanu’l-Uyun, Vol. 2, p. 360. ]

#Allah #god #islam #quran #muslim #revert #revert islam #convert #convert islam #converthelp #reverthelp #revert help #revert help team #help #islam help #salah #dua #prayer #pray #reminder #religion #mohammad #muslimah #hijab #new muslim #new revert #new convert #how to convert to islam #convert to islam #welcome to islam

[deadkinwalking]

I think spending the weekend with my family has helped me to accept that Mint's death is something that actually happened.

Even though I was in the room with her when she was put to sleep, there was still some part of my brain that was waiting for some miracle to happen, or for everyone to turn around and say "just kidding, here she is she's fine!" It still doesn't feel completely real, but I've at least accepted it a bit more. I think I may have been slightly traumatised by how fast it all happened and how much she deteriorated.

While at my parents' there were a few times when my brain forgot that Mint was gone. The sound of Dad frying chips became the sound of Mint drinking, or bags of sewing supplies seen through a mesh curtain became Mint lying on her bed (to be fair the sewing supplies were in the place where her bed had been). This happened with my previous dogs too. I remember well after our staffy Buddy died I came home from school and got excited by the sound of the wind rattling the front door, because for a second I forgot he was gone and thought the sound was him jumping at the door to greet me.

I don't know when I'll get over the death of Mint. Even a month on I still cry about her multiple times a week. When I look at pictures of her, or read the back of her pendant, or smell her blanket, or write about her on here. I've never been this affected by a death before. Prior to this I'd said goodbye to four dogs, all four Grandparents, and an Aunty, and none of them came anywhere close to this.

Mint was seriously the love of my life and I'm worried that I'll just never be able to move on or recover.

[impostoradult]

I finally figured out why it feels like Supernatural murdered a unicorn (AKA why you need to STOP telling me to watch Black Sails)

I’ll start by saying, everything everyone else has been saying CERTAINLY bothers me: 

- the queer-baiting - the bury your queers - the undermining of Dean’s character arc  - the wasted opportunity for a certain kind of overall narrative closure - the flat out disrespect to Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles

 All of that bothers me tremendously. 

But there has been something else rather ineffable about this that has left a horrible taste in my mouth that I couldn’t quite pin down until last night. Bear with me, if you will, because this will require some set-up. 

*** This is not the first show to ever disappoint me in a spectacular fashion, nor will it be the last, I suspect. And one of the ways I’ve always coped with that disappointment was to remind myself that there will be other stories, other characters, other chances to get it right. (”It” being any number of things from just pure narrative emotional coherence to not burying your queers to not stringing along your queer audience and then yelling fuck you to them on the way out) 

But somehow that assurance -- that there will be other stories, other characters, other chances to get it right -- has rung particularly hollow in this instance, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on why until yesterday. 

I kept asking myself, why do I still have this feeling, deep in the pit of my stomach, like something was lost here that can never be recovered? 

Because something was lost here that I am doubtful can ever be recovered, and I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else talking about this aspect of it at all. 

***

A few months ago, TV critic Maureen Ryan did a great interview piece with Mike Schur (of Parks & Rec/The Good Place) discussing the death of long-form TV in the streaming era. They explore how the longer seasons and longer runs of traditional broadcast/cable TV provided an opportunity to tell particular kinds of stories that you simply can’t when seasons are 8-10 episodes and series typically run 2-4 seasons (thanks Netflix).

One key thing we’ve all lost in this new era of highly condensed TV storytelling (and of prestige TV narrative styles)? The traditional (several season’s long) slow-burn/will-they-won’t-they romance. Not only is there simply no longer the time or space to write such romances, it has also come to be seen as hacky, manipulative, cheap, artistically impoverished, low-brow, a embarrassing vestige of the era before TV became art™. 

Everybody is trying to be Fleabag now. No one wants to be Frasier. (”It’s really more like a 10 hour movie” they all like to brag)

Obviously TV still has romances, even ‘drawn out’ romances. But ‘drawn out’ in 2020 is like 2-3 seasons, maybe. More commonly it’s like half a season. Take Schitt’s Creek. The number of episodes between when David and Patrick first meet and when they first kiss? Seven. Seven episodes. Half a season. If you watched it live, it took less than 2 months for them to move from introducing that dynamic to consummating it. And I’m not bagging on Schitt’s Creek; I think the David/Patrick’s story is very lovely and well-written. 

But Niles & Daphne (Fraiser) had to wait 7 years and over 150 episodes before they finally got there. Josh & Donna (The West Wing) had to wait 6+ years, and 145 episodes. Mulder & Scully (The X-Files) had to wait 7 seasons and 143 episodes. Booth & Bones had to wait...you see where I am going with this. 

And my point is (and I can’t believe I never realized this explicitly until now): there has NEVER been a queer slow-burn/will-they-won’t-they romance of that type on TV ever. EVER. 

I’m going to say that again, because I think it bares repeating:

There has never been a queer, slow-burn/will-they-won’t-they romance that fits the 100-150 episode paradigm of delayed gratification on TV. 

Not ever.  

I can’t think of ONE example  Not a single, solitary one. And I know queer TV pretty well. Arguably the closest we’ve ever come is Legend of Korra, and that ran 50 episodes, a THIRD of the length of old school will-they-won’t-theys like Booth & Bones or Josh & Donna. 

Queer people have had a fair number of canonical romances on TV by now, even fairly long running ones. But we never got a primary/front-and-center romance that you had to root for for 100+ episodes before you got any kind of canonical consummation.

That is a particular kind of TV experience that queer people and queer characters were just 100% shut out of until it was too late. And because of how the TV landscape has changed in the last 10 years, I don’t know that that opportunity will ever come back around in our lifetimes. 

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Dean and Castiel are/were a legacy of an earlier era of TV, an era that still contained the possibility for a will-they-won’t-they of that particular mold. There were other shows that could have also filled this gap at one time - Rizzoli & Isles, OUAT, House MD, etc. But one by one all of them were killed off, their queer romances unrequited, until Supernatural was the only one of its’ generation left standing. 

And they should have acknowledged that they were a species about to become extinct. 

There are plenty of other valid and compelling reasons Supernatural should have gone full Destiel, don’t get me wrong.

A) It would have been the most emotionally satisfying ending to the series and to those characters (and that would have been reason enough). 

B) It would have stopped the manipulative queer-baiting of the (disproportionately queer) fanbase (and that would have been reason enough). 

C) It would have been queer representation of middle-aged men, of bi men, of queers who came to their queerness later in life (and any/all of those would have been reason enough). 

D) It could have been a glorious subversion of the bury your queers trope, considering how often they’ve died and been resurrected (and that would have been reason enough). 

But point E) on this list is the reason this one hurts in a singular way that no one even appears to be acknowledging. 

Almost all of the other wrongs and missed opportunities contained in this Supernatural debacle have the possibility of being rectified (at least to a degree) elsewhere. I can and I likely will get more bi male characters from TV as time goes on. I can and likely will get more middle-aged queer characters. I can and likely will get more queer characters coming to their queerness later in life, and starting queer romances later in life. I can and likely will get more queer characters who aren’t killed cheaply and prematurely. I can and likely will get more genre TV shows with sprawling myth arc plots that are resolved in a coherent, satisfying way. I can and likely will get Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles involved in other projects that value their work and their talents. 

All of those other things are at the very least POSSIBLE, and many are even likely. 

But a queer 100-150 episode slow-burn romance a la Mulder & Scully or Niles & Daphne or Booth & Bones? That is the one baton Supernatural dropped spectacularly that no one else even has the possibility of picking up again for the foreseeable future. (They don’t even write those types of romances for heterosexuals anymore!) 

Seriously. It was a TV unicorn. And rather than letting it run wild and free, they stabbed it with a rusty nail. 

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Given the monumental shifts in the TV landscape that have occurred in the last decade, I don’t know that TV will ever go back to the slow-burn/will-they-won’t-they romance spanning 100-150 episodes. Today it is a miracle if you can get ANY show to last longer than 50 episodes in the first place. 

And that is the piece of this that makes it feel (to me) like they murdered a unicorn.  

Because queer people have gotten a lot of things from TV, and they will get a lot more as time goes on. But that one? That one could very well be a totally extinct species.

That is the larger missed opportunity here that has left this feeling especially hollow and destructive. That is the thing that makes me balk when people tell me to go watch Black Sails or Pose or whatever other prestige TV show is doing this representation ‘better.’ Because that’s not really the loss I am mourning here. I KNOW there is ‘better’ representation elsewhere.  

But the will-they-won’t-they/slow-burn romance is a qualitatively unique thing that queer people literally just never got. Ever. There is no substitute, no alternate, no other show I can turn to with that kind of build-up and pay-off for a queer couple, and there probably won’t be in my lifetime. Not unless the TV industry undergoes another monumental evolution similar to the streaming revolution that shifts the incentives back to telling those types of stories again. 

All those shows you want me to displace Supernatural with? None of them can give me the one thing I uniquely wanted (and could have gotten) from Supernatural. THAT ALTERNATE SHOW DOESN’T EXIST. It doesn’t exist. And I have no reason to hope it will ever exist in my lifetime. 

So stop telling me to look somewhere else; you don’t understand what made this one a unicorn. 

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Addendum: The only other possible show that could perhaps fill this gap is It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia (re: Mac/Dennis). But I’m hesitant to say it exactly meets that criteria, for a number of reasons:

1 - It’s far less serialized relative to Supernatural and (except for a handful of stand-alone episodes) very little of the story is grounded specifically in Dennis/Mac’s romantic dynamic (unlike SPN, where it is absolutely central to much of the narrative)

2 - IASIP is fundamentally satirically in nature/tone which makes it much harder to have genuine romantic pathos (not impossible, but harder) 

3 - All the characters on IASIP are fundamentally crummy people who you aren’t exactly supposed to root for. Which doesn’t mean a romance between two of them can’t have its value/charm/worth but it’s not the same as when it is between characters who unequivocally deserve nice things/happy endings

#Supernatural #Destiel #queer representation #sorry this is long

[yandere--stuck]

Hello, okay I. am. Obsessed. With you’re joker fics 💕💕💞💞 if you ever write anymore don’t be shy to tag me in them if you want. Kay? :D

Have a nice day! :DDDD

@thephantomnoseblower

Aaaaaa thank you so so much!! I'm so glad you like them! Also I'm so happy to meet another Joker Liker. He's the best!! 💚💚💚

And! You inspired me to write more, so I made some general Yandere!J Headcanons. I hope you like them ^^

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💜 When it came to love, the Clown Prince of Crime could find it most anywhere, if he looked hard enough. In his mortal enemy, in his former psychiatrist, and… In you. You don't have to be anyone of particular importance, or of a particular personality - really, Joker could build rapport and hit it off with most anyone. Or, at least, that's what he believed. Joker liked you, grew to love you, exactly as you were. After all, you accepted him and took him exactly as he was, without pleading to be let go or have mercy, begging him to change and reform. No, no, no, you were different. Sweet. Charming. Funny!

🃏It's a hostage situation, when he first met you, got real up close and personal with you. The other hostages all trembled and whimpered in the corner, looked over by his men. But you seemed calm, whether you were brave enough or so afraid you had gone frozen didn't really matter. It was a bore waiting for the news crew and the Bat, so he went around, talking to the civilians - a mix between making idle chat and intimidating them to tears. None of them could bother to even speak, some bursting into tears. Finally, he made his way over to you, kneeling down to your level. "How about you, dear? How's your night going?" Your heart rabitted within your chest. You could barely breathe, but you tried to steel yourself. Show no fear. You managed to exhale with hyperventilating, a breathy chuckle escaping your throat. "Eh, could be better, I'm not gonna lie." The Clown snickered, which egged you on. This was good, right? You continued, "It's my first time as a hostage, so I hope I'm doing it right." The Joker beamed as he barked out a laugh. "You're doing just fine! At least someone here has a good sense of humor."

💚 It wasn't long before police helicopters began to swarm the building the Joker had stashed you in. Through the glass exterior of the high rise, you watched as the choppers circled the building, circled the Joker and his men, circled you and your fellow hostages. Somehow, dread managed to sink even further into the pit of your stomach. The GCPD had a poor reputation for a reason - filled with corrupt, crooked, and reckless cops. The entire police force was filled with more bad apples than good. Someone here was going to get hurt. God, why couldn't they have just waited for Batman to deal with this?! Through the glass, you could hear the voice of an officer shout something unintelligible. The Joker turned to one of his men, tilting his head toward the copter. "Tell 'em I'm not talking to anyone but Bats." The lackey seemed to hesitate, but only for a second, fumbling to pick up a speakerphone while also keeping his weapon in hand. He approached the chopper, stepping out onto the balcony, raising the speakerphone- and you let out a scream as a shot rang in the air, the man flying back as he was shot.

💜 The other hostages descended into hysterics as Joker's men began firing back at the chopper. "And I thought I was crazy," The Joker spat. "I thought these guys were supposed to be protecting you." You winced as glass shattered, shards exploding into the room. You opened your eyes, staring straight down the barrel of the helicopter's aerial gun- and in an instant you were pulled away, pressed against a solid chest as you were pulled away. You began to hyperventilate, heart beating so hard you could barely comprehend what was happening, vision swimming as you began to lose consciousness in your panic. As your vision faded, Joker's visage came into view. You felt a hand cup the side of your face. And then, it all went black.

🃏 You woke up not long after. People don't really stay passed out after fainting, just a minute or two, really. Long enough for police to storm the building and find you, taking you to safety. You were transferred to a hospital, where you were overlooked. You had minor cuts and bruises, the only major damage being that of psychological trauma. Before they released you, you watched a news report of the crime - the one you had just been a victim of. The Joker had managed to escape. Most of his men were taken out. It was a miracle that none of the other hostages hadn't died, and Gordon reprimanded his men and their reckless actions. But, you knew nothing would change. In spite of the traumatic experience you had been through, you knew you couldn't seek help for it. Mental health was a very, very touchy subject in Gotham. If someone caught you going to therapy, they'd probably think you're just one bad day away from becoming Gotham's next supercriminal. Life returned to relative normalcy… Until you received a package. It was specifically labeled "CARE PACKAGE" on the side in black marker. It was heavy, slightly damp at the bottom, had a foul odor, and had no return address. You hesitated, not knowing what to do with it… Before deciding to bite the bullet and open it. It contained a bouquet of flowers, (containing one trick flower that spurted out water, drenching your face), a whoopee cushion, a teddy bear, a heart-shaped box of chocolates, and… Your eyes widened in horror and disgust. The last three items were a note, a Joker playing card, and… A human heart. You hesitantly reached in, making sure not to touch the organ as you did, shaking as you read the note. "So sorry the other night, my dear! I didn't expect things to get quite so hairy. Those animals! If they had hurt a hair on your head, it'd be no more Mr. Nice Joker! I wanted to check in on you and make sure you're doing well. I know that if I don't get proper care after something nasty, I go a bit looney, myself. I just wanted to look out for my favorite hostage! … And perhaps, something more? See you soon, love. ~ J" Oh, God. Oh, God. Your legs went weak as you slowly sunk to the floor. You suddenly realized you had been crying.

💚 Joker liked you. Joker more than liked you. After your first meeting, he couldn't get you out of his head. He was obsessed! He was… In love. He was so glad that Harley understood and was supportive. You and he were meant to be. He'd ask Harley or his men to spy on you, gathering the information they knew. What you liked, your schedule, your favorite foods, what made you laugh. And if he got any word that his fellow Rogues were targeting places you frequented, they'd get an earful from him! And a bullet to the brain if they didn't take him seriously… He couldn't let harm come to you. And he had to make it perfect for when he finally took you home, with him. Forever.

#can be any Joker! ^^ #the joker x reader #joker x reader #yandere joker #yandere joker x Reader #yandere dc #yandere dc x reader #btas joker #the batman joker #arkhamverse joker #arkhamverse x reader #btas x reader #tnba x reader #yandere #joker #the joker #dc joker #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #guns tw #guns cw #shooting tw #shooting cw #hostage situation #gore tw #gore trigger warning #gore mention #gore #gore cw

[therealvinelle]

Carlisle wouldn’t want to be human

This really goes for most of the Cullens, Rosalie excepted (I think Edward would last one day without his telepathy and superpowers before this happened (well honestly I think his denial would keep him from ever admitting this but this isn’t an Edward post so we’re cutting this thought short right now before it spirals)), but I see both Edward and general fandom just sort of take it for granted that if anyone offered Carlisle a miraculous human again pill (and I’m just picturing that as some hokey pill being sold on ad TV) he’d praise Jesus and swallow that down immediately, and I’ve to see anybody argue with that so here I go.

First of, if Carlisle were to suddenly find himself human again I have every belief that Aro would materialize and go, “My dear Carlisle has been made a human? How tragic! Never fear, old friend, I’ll fix that for you. Om nom nom.” and then Carlisle would not be human. And I’m only half joking when I say that, because Carlisle has a lot of friends, and while his animal diet is all well and good, if he were to actually do something like this they’d be very sad his human obsession has gone too far and stage an intervention. “We’re doing this because we love you, Carlisle. Now please try not to be too delicious. Om nom nom.” And then we’re back to Carlisle being a vampire again, though with slightly longer hair this time.

More seriously, if Carlisle was offered this miracle pill, then as a doctor he’d probably be less than enthused about it. He was there to see what happened to the Native Americans when the Europeans came carrying brand new disease, and after viruses and bacteria have had 350 years and a globalized planet to evolve, our seventeenth century priest is going to be in trouble. He’s unvaccinated to boot. He also has a completely different intestinal bacterial flora than modern humans do, which I imagine would not be fun for his digestion. This guy would be a sickly, constipated mess.

As for the main reason - why would Carlisle ever want to be human?

Before he’d mastered his thirst, then he’d probably feel obligated to. For as long as he hadn’t mastered it there was always the risk of him losing control and killing somebody. In his early days he certainly would have jumped on the chance. But none of this is a problem anymore.

So, to take the reasons why he wouldn’t say yes in the present day - first of, why would he not want to be a vampire? He is past worrying about his thirst. His vampirism is at this point purely an asset to him. It makes him great at his job. All his friends and family are vampires. If he were to become human again, he’d not just suddenly suck at his job (as I imagine he has incorporated his super senses into his work to the point where he would pretty much have to learn everything anew if he still wanted to be a doctor), his brain would be slow and limited, and he could never see his cherished friends, people he has known for centuries, again. He’d have to start over with another fake identity in a new place, and sure, this time he could stay until he died of old age, but he’d still be lying to everybody he met about his identity. Carlisle is very much a social butterfly, and he’d be unable to form meaningful friendships when he could never get truly personal with anybody.

In other words, Carlisle would be signing himself up for a lonely life of being average if not bad at his work. And his work is incredibly important to him.

Then there’s the fact that as a doctor, modern viruses aside, when it comes to health problems Carlisle has seen it all. He would know better than everybody that even if the modern viruses don’t make him a sickly mess, even if he doesn’t join the statistics of people who die in tragic accidents, he could still get a brain aneurism at the age of 24 and his human LARP is over. And who knows, maybe he had some nasty disease lurking in his DNA just waiting to ruin his life had he lived long enough, such as ALS. But assuming that Carlisle says “I’LL RISK IT”, even if he makes it to an older age, aging is no joke. Dementia, gout, incontinence, the general and inevitable decline of his body - this is the looming shadow hanging over all our heads. For an immortal who has seen countless humans succumb to it, why choose this?

And for what?

So he could have kids of his own, presumably with Esme?

He has a whole family. Rosalie and Edward especially are his children. Just, this guy loves his whole family so much, I can’t imagine he’d throw them aside in favor of some faceless toddler concept. I also don’t think he’d even want kids of his own, but I think that’s for another post. And also mostly a vibe.

So he could grow old with Esme?

Again - why? She’d be just as much an outcast as he, and face all the same health risks (except I suppose for the modern viruses, she hasn’t been dead for that long). I can’t imagine he’d want to sit idly by and watch her either die ahead of schedule, or live long enough to become unable to care for herself.

Then there’s the fact that at most he’d have six or seven decades. To him, that’s just the blink of an eye. And, again, a very unpleasant blink where he loses everything, is less intelligent, and slowly dies.

Lastly there’s the fact that the human he was is dead, his time has passed. Carlisle doesn’t belong in the human world any longer. He interacts with it because helping humans gives him joy and meaning in life, but he’s a man out of his time and this brave new world is not the one he once lived in. He would not in any way belong, and I think he knows that quite well.

Just, the whole idea that Carlisle would want this is founded on Carlisle having some sort of innate worship of humans where being human is inherently better. I’m sorry, but that’s Edward. If Carlisle felt this way, he wouldn’t be turning others into vampires, and he wouldn’t have vampire friends all over the globe. To him, thirst isn’t a problem, and his vampirism means he can save more humans than he otherwise would. The remaining concern would be God, but Carlisle’s life philosophy is that being a vampire is not by itself a sin, so he’s fine in that regard too.

In summation, I think Carlisle is quite happy being a vampire, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

#carlisle cullen #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #note on the intestinal bacterial flora #a study was done on an african tribe whose members were eating the same food as their ancestors had for thousands of years #and a group of regular americans #they switched diets #and the african tribesmembers' gut flora was noticeably decreased after just a few weeks #and as far as i remember this was irreversible change #while the modern americans did not have noticeable change #so if i understand that correctly then this might not be such a big problem for carlisle #but it's still food for thought #and i imagine the transition period would suck #he'd probably just take the easy way out and eat unprocessed organic food #be that hipster #vegan vampire and hipster human #... i'm quitting this 'carlisle's indigestion combat tactics' tag spiral #before it gets weirder #point is this guy would lose everything #he could never see his friends again #and in exchange he gets to give a forced smile and say 'yay. i'm human. yayy...'