#sir sic

[atheostic]

Atheist YouTube Masterpost (Update 1)

Apostate Prophet - A look at Islam from an atheist perspective by a former Muslim.

Aron Ra - Mostly posts of his speeches at atheist conferences, responses to religious nonsense, and educational content relating to where the Bible gets science wrong as well as an awesome breakdown of major taxonomic sections.

Atheist Experience - A call-in show where anyone can call in to discuss religion. They prefer theist callers, but atheists who need advice on issues regarding being atheist (e.g. family conflict because of one’s atheism, how/if to come out, etc) are welcome to call in too.

Atheist Lowdown - Atheist Lowdown is a weekly secular news aggregate vlog intended for busy freethinkers, humanists, atheists, agnostics, and any combination thereof who want the latest coverage of religious violence and oppression, the efforts of likeminded nonbelievers, and other related stories. 

Cosmic Skeptic - A place for the discussion of philosophical topics ranging from the crucially important to the trivially interesting.

Dallas Wade – A channel with mostly video essays and reaction videos regarding Christianity.

Forrest Valkai – A channel by an evolutionary biologist where he talks about evolution and science as well as reacts to creationist videos. He’s very funny and friendly and his explanations are very approachable for laypeople of all levels.

Friendly Atheist - The YouTube channel of Hemant Mehta, a former member of the board of directors for Foundation Beyond Belief. He mostly discusses news and has a playlist where he discusses “Everything Wrong In Genesis in the Bible”. He also runs a website, friendlyatheist.com in case you prefer reading to viewing or listening.

Genetically Modified Skeptic - An atheist look at various issues relating to religion.

Godless Bitches - The Godless Bitches is a podcast focusing on atheist issues from a feminist perspective featuring Vi La Bianca, Jenna Belk, Jen Aldrich, & guests. The show streams every 2nd & 4th Sundays of the month at 6pm directly after The Atheist Experience.

Godless Engineer - Focuses on response to religious videos. Also has a “Bible Study” series.

Godless Granny – “Atheist commentary on the Bible, women’s issues, LGBTQ issues, legal/ political and other current events. Intent is to invite discussion leading to critical thinking about religion and it’s effects on people.” If you’re interested in hearing from an older atheist who deconverted later in life,this is the channel for you.

Gutsick Gibbon – She’s a PhD student in Biological Anthropology, so her main area of interest is human evolution and debunking creationist misinformation. According to her, in her channel you can find content  “concerning primates, general zoology, paleontology, anthropology, and evolutionary biology.”

Holy Koolaid - A channel by Thomas Westbrook (a former Jehovah’s Witness) that features news, discussions about the Bible, discussions about the historicity of events in the Bible, and more. He has a playlist for “Nothing Fails Like Bible History” and also often looks at religious cults.

JaclynGlenn -  An atheist who talks about a variety of topics.

JeGaysus – I’m not really sure if he’s atheist (sometimes I think he might be, other times I’m not sure), but his gay Jesus persona is too funny not to share.

Jimmy Snow - A show with a mix of subject material, typically dealing with atheism and LGBT+-related stuff.

John Cedars - A range of videos aimed at dissecting the various teachings of Jehovah's Witnesses, as well as new developments in the religion. In particular, he tries to keep on top of the latest propaganda released by Watchtower by way of video rebuttals as much as possible.

The Line - A call-in show similar to Atheist Experience started by Jimmy Snow.

Logicked – “Entertaining responses to bad arguments, with a focus on atheism and debunking religion.”

Matt Dillahunty - Matt Dillahunty’s personal YT channel.

Non-Prophets - The Non-Prophets focuses on atheism and the separation of church and state.

NonStampCollector - Lots of fantastic little animations regarding atheism.

Parenting Beyond Belief - Parenting Beyond Belief is a live call-in show every 2nd and 4th Saturday at 1pm Central dedicated to peer support and guidance for secular parents and those wanting to learn more about non-religious families.

Paulogia -  A former Christian takes a look at the claims of Christians, wherever science is being denied in the name of ancient books.

Professor Stick - Mostly does reply videos to debunk pseudoscience on the internet.

Prophet of Zod - Everything from satirical atheist cartoons to a guy with a static head and no discernible facial features talking about atheism-related stuff. His most popular section is a series on “Dumb Things People Say to Atheists”, where he very calmly and respectfully explains why what the thing is dumb and how best to respond.

Rachel Oates - A channel which deals with a variety of sujects, from poetry to atheist news to book reviews of religious books and more. 

Secular Sexuality -  Secular Sexuality is a weekly call-in show live from Austin, Texas every Thursday at 7pm CT where they talk about sex from a secular perspective.

Shannon Q - An atheist who talks about a variety of topics.

Sir Sic – A reaction video channel where the host is a cartoon knight.

Skeptics & Scoundrels – A very new channel by an atheist ex-JW. I personally like him already. Before talking about why he disagrees with the paster he’s responding to, he makes a point of finding something nice to say about the person (“Your beard is cool – baby birds could nest in that thing!”), which I think it’s a neat and unique approach. He doesn’t have a lot of videos yet but give it time. :)

The SkepTick – A pretty fun channel of mostly reaction vids reacting to religious videos.

Sound of Science – Mostly a reaction video blog regarding unscientific beliefs.

Suris the Skeptic - He tackle issues of religion, morality, philosophy, and a touch of science.

Talk Heathen - Talk Heathen is a weekly call-in television show in Austin, Texas geared toward long-form and on-going dialogue with theists & atheists about religion, theism, & secularism.

Telltale - Typically looks at cults and religion-related news.

The Thinking Atheist – Typically video essays and the visual version of a podcast by the same name. The host’s voice sounds exactly like an old-timey radio announcer. lol

TMM – A channel mostly featuring reactions to Christian content.

Truth Wanted - A show similar to Atheist Experience and Talk Heathen, it focuses on how and why people believe what they believe, and how you can talk about beliefs in more effective ways.

Viced Rhino - Response videos to pseudo-scientific nonsense on YouTube.

#atheists #atheism #youtube #youtube channel #atheist experience #sir sic #truth wanted #telltale #talk heathen #rachel oates #logicked #prophet of zod #religion #christianity #islam #apostate prophet #holy koolaid #godless granny #godless engineer #gutsick gibbon #friendly atheist #dallas wade

[covertblizzard]

Rudy is literally villain-level insane and evil what is WRONG with him???

#rudy west #wally west #blue trinity #flash #mypost #dc thoughts #mary is also horrible but in a significantly more normal and less diabolical way i think #(so far at least) #also wally is going THROUGH it #sir your son is clearly distressed about his mother's death he's CRYING and you sic literal villains against him??? #he also doesn't even shy away from telling wally he might have a hand in his mother's 'death' like WHAT

[smallfairywings]

I visited Buckland Abbey (Home to Sir Frances Drake)

Today I visited Buckland Abbey with my English class as a nice day out, because it was decorated for Christmas.

Here are the photos that i’m not embarrassed of LMAO

#sic parvis magna #uncharted #uncharted 2 #uncharted 3 #uncharted 4 #samuel drake #sam drake #nate drake #nathan drake #sam and nate #nadine ross #francis drake #sir frances drake #buckland abbey #national trust #uncharted game #saint dismus #pirates lol #idk #recommend

[asiananeurysm]

The douchey account manager says he wants us to stop coming in early 🙄

#lmao the president had said previously we had carte blanche for OT #and we come in early to get shit done before the phones start so sure jan #sir do you think i enjoy getting up at 6 to get a head start on my morning bs? fine I'll come in right before we open #i am excited to get more sleep lmao but also they're supposed to let us bank hours for days off in the summer so fuck you #personal #my coworker says she's gonna go sic the union on him so we will see what happens 😂 #just work things

[sashi-ya]

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 Äs Nödt x F! Nurse! Reader

ಇ. I had this fic saved for myself, but I honestly didn't think my heart would be that broken when his inevitable end would get animated. Don't get me wrong, I loved Rukia and Byaku's win, but... you gotta understand that for a nurse, As Nodt represents those who you couldn't save. A patient whose hand needed a squeeze, but still it was too painful for him... poor thing. ಇ. tw: medical terminology. be careful if you are sensitive to illness and death topics. it is full of little metaphors, try to understand where I was going with what I wrote. you can ask me too! ಇ. wc: 1k

Before he was even a Sternritter, As was a simple man. A suffering, yet simple man. And you knew him very well.

He was sick, bedridden. It was too painful for him to even breathe. His existence was cold, sterile, and for him so unworthy.

However, there was a Sun. A Sun that would shine a light every time it walked through the doors of his ever-pristine white room… you.

His voice has never been loud, but really, really low. It wasn’t sweet, it was very raspy, as if he was trembling in fear. His short, straight hair framed his façade, the mask giving him oxygen carved red marks on his cheeks and black eyes fixed in a boring ceiling.

Oh, but you. His only reason to smile. But did he show it to you? No. Did he tell you? Neither.

But you knew…

“Hello Äs! how are you doing today?” you ask, with a metallic tray on your hands. Who knows how many pills are in there, but all of them are equally necessary for him to stay alive.

“H- hello… g- good” he said, every time. He doesn’t feel good, he never does. But does he want for you to worry about him? No.

You come closer to his bed, leaving the tray over his tiny bedside table. Taking a swift look at his monitor, you see -as always- his heart rate slightly going up. Ah… he is at least interested in feeling something besides pain and fear about his inevitable end.

“So, Sir Nödt… I’m aware today is your physical therapy day. Nurse (male name) won’t be able to attend the hospital today, would you allow me to do it for him?” you ask. Everything should be professional. You probably were waiting a “no” but instead he took a little time to answer.

“Hmh…” he nods, as much as he could possibly move his neck without grimacing in pain.

You smile, kindly. Your look softens. You didn’t want to feel sorry, pity for him. You really thought those feelings weren’t proper. But you couldn’t help it. Your heart ached too, and you wanted to help him as much as you could… “Good! Let’s make those muscles move with utmost care! Let me put on some tunes too”

You weren’t sure about him wanting for real to do it. He never did, as your colleagues said. “He is in pain, but he is equally scared to feel pain and that freezes him even more. He won’t ever get better…”

Again, your heart ached. What do they know about getting better? Why judging him? He needed help, not critics. And… who knows, maybe, he just needed someone to believe in him to feel better.

You make sure your hands aren’t cold. You wear a mask to come close to him, you don’t want to create more problems for him, a simple germ could cost him his thread hanging life.

You take your phone and press play. A soft melody starts playing. You don’t really know when it was, but you were sure he said he likes the sound of pianos playing to relax.

 Äs widens his eyes. Extremely black orbs fix on you, he is amazed by the song filling the room, he is probably glad to hear something besides the sound of the oxygen flow on his face.

“Give your hand, please” you whisper, trying not to cover the song. You let him choose which one of his pale hands will move first.

He breathes in a considerable amount of air into his lungs, and then, with trembling motion his right bony hand reaches yours. It feels soft. Lightweight.

And so needy.

You begin to inspect his joints. Of course it’s painful for him, not only because of being sick but also because of avoiding to move them for so long. “One finger at a time” you murmur, as you can feel him desiring to grab your hand.

He goes slow. Äs wants more, but he is in pain. He is afraid.

“Don’t be scared. I’m holding your hand right now. You can try to hold mine” you encourage him. You, perhaps, wanted more and even the same way he does for him to grab your hand… Are you falling in love with a patient? A.. dying patient?

He sees you. You see him. He closes his eyes. And maybe a little smile wanted to adorn his lips. His fine, chapped, lips.

“Follow me, Äs”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.

When he opens his eyes he isn’t lying down in a mattress. He is standing, in two feet. He is still pale, his hands show that. A cold breeze kisses his cheeks, he notices his hair is way longer now as it flows with the wind around.

He can hear kids laughing, and the greenery around feels refreshing. A park… it’s been so long since he stood in the middle of one.

Suddenly, something lands on his cold nose. It’s as soft as the wind, but it’s pink. A cherry blossom petal just flew up to where he is. And like that rosy flower, a million rain down from dark wooden trees.

“Spring? Is this Hanami?” he asks and notices he can speak louder. And when he does, it’s not painful… it’s… normal.

He slowly turns around. And again, moving doesn’t hurt. Breathing doesn’t hurt. Her arms around his waist coming from behind, either.

“Äs! Love! Turn around, I wanna take a picture of you with the Cherry Blossoms in the back!” you chime. Your camera, an old analogue one, captures the beauty of a pinkish rain that doesn’t wet but only kisses your skin with a soft, soft scent.

He is absolutely stunned by your beauty as you walk back pointing the camera lens to him. Your hair also flows. You are his nurse, his sun. What are you doing there? Why is he alive?

“Smile you silly! You are scaring me! What’s gotten into you?” you scold him, his death stare creeps you out sometimes.

As the camera shots and captures his amazed look, you walk back towards his thin arms. “Wanna have some ice cream? Or do you prefer cotton candy? Oh wait, maybe you want Takoyaki?” you excitedly jump, feeling the hard edges of his hipbones against your belly when hugging him.

“I just want to hug you for a little longer…” he murmurs. It kinda scares you, because when he ever said something sweet?

“Hug me for as long as you want, sweetheart…” you whisper, nuzzled in the crook of his neck. He rests his chin on the crown of your head, it’s so soothing to feel his chest go up and down, breathing pure air…  

Don't wake up. Don't wake up. please, just for a few moments now... Your Majesty.

#as nodt #as nodt x reader #as nodt bleach #bleach #bleach fanfic #bleach x reader #bleach anime #bleach imagines #bleach fanfiction #bleach fanart #as nodt fan fic #as nodt fan fiction #sashi ya #bleach quincy

[callsign-relic]

Hi Relic!! Could I have MTMTE Minimus or Mags (either form is good) STRUGGLING to process/act on his feelings for a gn human?? Thank you :D

Hey Monty!! Your MIND this request was so good. You say Minimus and I am THERE. You requested either Minimus or Magnus, so I tried to include proper screentime for both forms, cause who doesn’t love Magnus?

This was so much fun to write out, I hope you enjoy it :)

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader

It all started that day.

You were a liaison for the planet Earth- a representative for the human race after the dissolution of the Decepticons, in an effort to reconnect and stay on good terms.

When Rodimus introduced you to the rest of the ship, Ultra Magnus didn’t think very much of it. It was just another crew member to take care of, and he’d do his utmost to accommodate the ship for your needs as an organic.

Thankfully, you weren’t the rowdiest human around. You were reserved and mostly kept to yourself, only ever getting into trouble by the hands of one of the many troublemakers aboard the ship.

As you were a liaison, you often had to sort through documents with the ship captains and relay communications you received from earth, and vice versa. Seeing you quickly become overwhelmed with the workload, the SIC offered to assist you in preparing your reviews before your meetings, and to his pleasant surprise, you agreed.

Your days were often spent in his office, where he went over legal technicalities and loopholes within Cybertronian law. Where his nitpicking was usually met with groans- with you, it was met with wide eyes and intent listening. And after a while, your sincerity wormed its way into the commander’s spark- and feelings he couldn’t shake off soon took root.

Soon enough, these meetings became standard practice- a welcome addition to the commander’s packed schedule. He always knew when to expect you and to dedicate time to you, and when to focus his attention on other things.

Except for the day you stopped by off-schedule.

Carrying a datapad within your arms- as best as you could with the Cybertronian scaling- you read through the document onscreen as you made your way over to Magnus’ office. You had taken notes on the commander’s lessons, sure, but the legal jargon in this piece stumped you- and you weren’t sure if it was an issue from being translated from Cybertronian, or really something you were missing. Surely Magnus could take a moment out of his schedule to clarify for you, couldn’t he? Even if he couldn’t, he would at least make note of it to discuss in the next meeting before you forgot.

“Excuse me, Commander Magnus, sir?” You called, standing before the closed sliding door. A human was too small for the motion sensors to pick up on their own, as you were made painfully aware of every time Whirl decided to point it out, so you waved the datapad in the air to see if that would register.

“I had some- urgh- quick questions about this document— aha!” With a proud exclamation, you seem to wave to just the right spot within the motion sensor, and the metal door slides open with the satisfying sounds of the ship’s hydraulics. “Ah, anyway, yeah— I was wondering what section 7 meant by—“

Your expression falters in an instant as you finally take a look inside the office. At the far end of the room, you lock eyes with a small, green bot completely unfamiliar to you- standing before what appeared to be a powered-down Ultra Magnus. His mustachioed faceplate was twisted in horror, and he froze in his place just as you did.

“…Ultra Magnus…?”

Your words are met with no reply as the motion sensors of the door shut off as quickly as they had turned on— the door to the office sliding shut with a metallic thud. Dropping the datapad, you knock a couple of times, hoping either Magnus or that other bot would come over and answer. But after a few minutes of standing and knocking, you’re answered with silence, and you resolve to ask about it when your next meeting with the commander came along.

While the Magnus Armor stood slumped against the far wall of the room, Minimus Ambus stood with his spinal strut pressed frantically against the door- chassis heaving up and down as his vents output air at a rate he wasn’t used to.

He had never intended for you to see him like this.

Well, he wanted to tell you, eventually. But eventually meant after he got to know you more. After he knew you were a human you could trust that information with— after he knew for absolute certain that you wouldn’t lose any and all respect or trust in him the instant you laid eyes on him.

This wasn’t according to plan.

His feelings for you weren’t according to plan.

But, here he was, his spark spinning rapidly in its chamber— thinking he might die if even one interaction with you went wrong. And, in his optics, this interaction very much did.

Solar cycles passed, and the commander anticipated the day of your and his next meeting with dread. What were you going to say? Were you ever going to look at him the same way again? Were you even going to show up?

The final question was at least answered by the sight of you standing in front Magnus’ door, perfectly on schedule, datapad in hand. Ex-venting to himself one final time, Magnus composes himself and approaches you.

As per routine, he offers his massive servo down to you after your greetings, and you step on without hesitation. The door to his office slides open, and the commander makes his way to the desk at the very back- placing you gently upon the surface. He removes his own set of datapads from a nearby shelf and sets them down to begin, and yet…

The commander can’t bring himself to speak.

The tension in the room hung heavy to you both, apparently, as you weren’t sure what to say either. You cast your gaze down, as does Magnus, and the two of you sit in silence for one, agonizingly long minute.

“…about what happened a few days ago—“

When you look up, you lock eyes with the commander, and both of your mouths are agape as you realize you both had spoken the very same words at the very same time. While both of you are left stammering for a minute, Magnus gathers his bearings first, and speaks. “No, no, you go ahead,” he insists.

You look at him with furrowed brows, but clear your throat as you try to think of just what to say.

All the while, Ultra Magnus couldn’t shake the terrible feeling wrapping itself around his spark. The commander recalled the days after his secret was first revealed to the Lost Light’s crew- how he was first met with humiliation. He had grown to depend on the stability of your and his relationship, despite the feelings that he refused to admit were growing within him, and he would hate it if this one thing tore it all apart.

“That day… who was that?”

But, rather than ridicule, Magnus is instead met with your genuine curiosity.

Cycles of the meeting go by, and the commander recounts to you the tale of the Magnus Armor and the Tyrest Accord, and how he became its enforcer. As you asked more questions, he went on to explain that he was truly another mech entirely— and how he regretted not telling you sooner. And as he finishes, you find yourself with one final question.

“Would it be possible for me to see you like that again? As truly yourself?”

The very thought makes Magnus’- or Minimus’- spark run wild. Every part of his processor was telling him no— to politely decline, to keep his and your relationship just as it was, and he didn’t need to expose any part of himself further than he had already.

But as he gazed into your comparatively little eyes, the commander could sense no ill intent behind them. In fact, he saw that very sincerity he had fallen for so long ago.

And so, he agreed.

Standing from his seat behind the desk, Ultra Magnus’ blue optics flicker to black, and steam erupts from the seams between his paneling. The panels on his midsection open with a hiss, and you’re taken aback when a green servo emerges from the opening.

Out from the smoking depths of the Magnus Armor steps Minimus Ambus. While in his layer of protective armor he wasn’t his truest size, he was still the mustachioed bot you had only caught a glimpse of days before.

The desk’s top being level with his face rather than his hips now, the mech cautiously approached the edge- like if he got too close, you’d run off.

But you didn’t. Instead, you approach him, gazing at the minibot with wonder. “So… this is the real you?” You ask, despite already knowing the answer.

The minibot resets his vocalizer. “Yes. It is.”

Every possible outcome was racing through Minimus’ processor- and coincidentally, every outcome ended the same. With you politely rejecting his presence, and him tucking away his own feelings as he always had.

“Why do you ask?” he dares to ask, and never before had he wished to take a sentence back faster. “Does this… change things?”

“Hmm… a little.” You ponder his words for a minute, stepping up to the very edge of the desk. Minimus pulls back just a bit, terrified of the fact that he didn’t know what you were going to do next—

But you simply stand on the tips of your toes, and peck a kiss on his steel cheek.

“Just makes it easier to do that.”

And while mechs couldn’t blush, you’re pretty sure that if they could, Minimus’ faceplate would burn as pink as the very energon that ran through his systems.

#relic writes #Transformers #Transformers x reader #mtmte #mtmte x reader #lost light #lost light x reader #ultra Magnus #ultra Magnus x reader #minimus Ambus #minimus Ambus x reader #Transformers IDW #Transformers mtmte #Transformers lost light

[circe69]

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐧 - [simon riley x reader]

nurse!reader x simon, flirting, fluff mentions of blood, wounds, stiches, part two? ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

You wandered the halls, following the trail of blood down the cheap marble tile. It was fresh, so were the muddy footprints intertwining with the red liquid. You turned a corner and found a masked man leaning against the wall, holding his side with every ounce of strength in his body and groaning in pain.

You gasped, and he noticed. He turned to you, but acted as if you were invisible, and immediately looked back out the window he was staring through for so long. Your feet scurried over to him; his body hunched over. "You're hurt," you whispered, your words barely even comprehendible.

"I'm aware," he croaked out. He started to move away, but it was almost like his body wouldn't let him.

"Let me look at it, please." You put a reassuring hand on his shoulder carefully, but he shunned it away. Getting up, he winced in pain and started walking back down the hallway you just traveled. "I've got it under control." His brooding voice could carry for miles and miles, and even though he seemed like he meant it, you would never forgive yourself if you just let him walk it off like he so desperately wanted to.

"Please, sir." His tall legs were no match for you, his walking speed being somehow faster than your running pace. "You wouldn't want it to get infected, you could get sic-" you tugged on his ripped t-shirt, making his body abruptly turn to stand parallel to yours. His eyes zeroed in on yours, and he started to close the distance between the two of you.

"Are you even a doctor? A nurse? A medical professional of any kind?" He hissed; his words were nothing short of mimicking an animal preying on its dinner. It'd be scary, intimidating to most, but all you could focus on was the horribly disguised pain at the end of his words.

"Yes, I am. I have a degree," you whispered, almost trying to make him feel guilty for yelling. He would never admit it, but your doe eyes and the way your jaw was upturned to face him properly was enough to make him do absolutely anything you wanted.

His eyes rolled slightly, his head turning back and forth to make sure no one was watching him give in, "Fine." Something you didn't know was that this man was notorious for tending to his own wounds, on his own time, and if word got out that he accepted help from a newbie nurse, he'd never hear the end of it.

The man grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into a small closet, with one light bulb. He wasted no time in peeling off his blood-soaked shirt, his muscles being highlighted by the dim gleam of the lamp. His fingers snapped inches away from your face when he noticed you staring, and you felt the heat rush to the tip of your ears.

You shook your head, hoping you shook the embarrassment off with it, and looked at the wound. Stab wound, it looked like. It wasn't too deep, but if you hadn't inspected it sooner, infection may have set in.

"You're lucky I stopped you," you said with a slight smile and guiding him to a chair. You kneeled down to examine closer, and he flinched as your soft fingertips grazed the skin around the cut.

"How dare someone hurt you," your voice was small, you hoped he hadn't caught it. But alas, he grabbed your hand, which was gently holding a wet washcloth to clean his wound and forced you to look him in the eyes. His hurt, scared eyes, met yours. They didn't seem as annoyed as he probably wished they did. But you thought they were beautiful.

"Just finish your job and let me go back to mine."

You didn't fail to notice the hesitation in his voice, the hesitation he had to speak to you in such an avoidant manner. But you couldn't let it hinder you, you knew he just wanted to leave. For whatever reason, it didn't matter. Well, you didn't have time to let it matter.

You nodded, and once you finished cleaning and placing gentle sutures along his rough skin, you tapped his knee to signal that you were done. He stood, his balance being wobbly from sitting for so long, and you reached out to help him, but he shook his head.

You shouldn't have, but you spoke in a disheartened, loud tone, "You are a stubborn man, not letting a nurse help you."

As soon as you spoke, you felt his eyes laser onto you, your exposed neck and face being singed by his gaze. You nervously looked up at him but stood your ground and straightened your posture.

"Maybe so," he said as he limped out of the room, hand on his freshly wrapped side, "Maybe so."

"At least tell me your name, I'll accept it as somewhat a thank you for all of this," you yelled after him.

"Check your neck, sweetheart." He said, never looking back.

You rubbed your hand around your neck, feeling a cold metal chain. Lifting it up, you saw a silver dog tag, Simon "Ghost" Riley, 22nd SAS Regiment, Task Force 141

You flipped the tag over, "Magic Man"

Smiling to yourself, you tucked the dog tag into your shirt, and walking back into the closet to clean your materials.

Magic Man, huh? Let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeves.

#simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #modern warfare #simon riley fluff #ghost headcanons #circe69scribbles

[noosayog]

and there was only one bed! - ft. Miya Osamu

wc: 900

noos's notes: my favorite things in the world are mutual pining and grumpy-partner x patient partner

When you had promised Atsumu that you’d come to see him play against the Adlers in Tokyo, you and Osamu had made plans together for lodging and bullet train tickets from your home in Osaka. It was going to be great, both because you’d get to spend the whole weekend with your longtime crush and support his lesser twin brother at his game. You and Osamu would take the bullet train Friday night, watch Atsumu’s game on Saturday, and take the train back Sunday. 

What you weren’t expecting was how tired you were from work on Friday. Suddenly the prospect of a 3 hour train ride wasn’t so exciting; not even being able to spend uninterrupted time with Osamu was appealing enough to wipe the exhaustion settling in your bones. On top of that, you and Osamu had agreed to take the late train to allow him time to close up the restaurant for the day and prepare it for the weekend without him. Nonetheless, you show up at the station at the promised meeting time of 11PM, Osamu already there waiting for you. 

“Ya alright? Ya look… not so good,” he asks.

You smile tiredly. “Work was just exhausting. I’ll be fine after a nap on the train.” 

When you board, all hopes of sleeping on the ride are dashed with a screaming baby in your train car. Osamu gives you an apologetic look and offers his headphones but they prevent you from leaning your head against the window, so you end up returning them to him and knocking your temple against the cold window. 

–

Upon your arrival in Tokyo a bit after 4AM, you stumble off the train, wobbly on your feet and desperate for a comfy bed. Osamu graciously holds your overnight bag along with his own and you’re much too tired to protest. At the hotel, your ill-thought out planning strikes again. 

“We are terribly sorry Miya-san, but check-in is after 1PM and you’ve only booked your rooms for Saturday night,” the hotel receptionist gives Osamu an apologetic look.

“Can’t you give us an early check-in if any rooms are available?” you hope you don’t come off as rude, but you’re beyond the point of exchanging pleasantries. 

“One moment. Let me check if any rooms are available.” 

While the receptionist clicks slowly at his computer, you sigh loudly, cranky and irritated. The receptionist looks at you and his lips wobble a bit at your glare. He turns his attention back to the computer and clicks faster. Osamu, ever the polite one, leans over and guides your head to his broad shoulder. “Be nice,” he murmurs. 

You lean your heavy head on him and close your eyes. “No,” you mumble back. 

He chuckles. 

The receptionist stops clicking and addresses Osamu this time. “I apologize, it looks like there is only be one room available at the current time -” 

“We’ll take it,” you snap. 

The receptionist nods and hands you a key card. He turns to Osamu and says, “we will be sure to notify you as soon as your other room opens up, sir.”

Osamu smiles and throws a thank you over his shoulder as you’re already storming off to the elevators.

At the door of the hotel room, you open the door and make a beeline for the bed. You’re face down on the sheets when you realize Osamu is walking back to the door. “Where are you going?” 

Osamu sticks his head around the corner to come back into your view. He awkwardly scratches at his neck, “I’ll just hang out in the lobby until my room becomes available. I put yer stuff down, so ya just rest up.” 

“What? No. Just stay here, ‘Samu.” 

“I don’t want ya to feel uncomfortable…” 

“Shut up, ‘Samu, and stay. We both worked late last night and I’m too tired to care about anything right now.” 

“Are ya sure?”

You fix him with a look more scathing than the one you had sicced on the hotel receptionist and he does as you say. 

You’re drifting in and out of consciousness when you feel him come back to your side. “Y/n, you should get under the covers.” 

You grunt a sound of agreement, but make no move to do so. Osamu sighs and you feel him pick you up to untuck the sheets and gently lay you back down to tuck you under. Moments later, he slides in beside you and you automatically sidle closer to his warmth. Your fingers tangle into his shirt and your face finds purchase in his chest. He smells like soap and you offhandedly realize he must have taken a shower. You’re probably smelly and sweaty from the commute, but you’re too tired to get up. Anyway, Osamu doesn’t seem to mind because his initial stiffness from the proximity melts into a sigh and he wraps his heavy limbs around you. You can feel his breath above your head and in any other situation, you’d either be too nervous to move or too tempted to look up and kiss the life out of him. 

“‘Samu?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re warm.”

He wraps his arms tighter around you and you slide your legs between his in your half asleep state. You would be embarrassed at your own shamelessness if you were lucid, but you can’t be bothered to form any coherent thoughts now. 

“Thanks for being here with me.” you hear yourself slur.

“Ya would’ve been fine with anyone in yer current state.” he scoffs.

“No,” you mumble. “wouldn’t have put myself in this position with anyone else but you.” 

He’s saying something in response, but you’re too far gone to hear. The last thing you hear is “Sleep, baby. I’ll wake ya up in the morning.” 

Though, you’re not too tired to feel a tender pressure at the crown of your head before you’re completely gone.

#noos writes #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq x y/n #hq fluff #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x y/n #miya osamu x you #miya osamu fluff

[darkk-academic]

Ides of March

[The Umbrella Academy x Reader]

Summary : The assassination of tyrant Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

Warning : Stabbing. Lots of it.

Beware the ides of March.

Fortunately for all Hargreeves siblings and you, Sir Reginald Hargreeves had ignored the warning.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, who is currently standing in the middle of the living room, whistle in hand, ready to start training.

Diego, next to you, nudges your shoulder, silently urging you to tell Five to start the plan.

Gaze locking with Five, standing in front, 'Now' you mouth.

"I want to time travel," Five says, loud and clear.

Attention successfully diverted, Viktor—positioned behind Sir Reginald—subtly pulls out a dagger from his pant pocket.

The daggers, seven of them, are custom made for this occasion, specifically.

"Number Five, this is not the time for your asinine dramatics." He fixes him with a stern stare.

"But I want to, I'm ready," Five argues.

Sir Reginald's body turns in his direction at his defiance.

It's all the distraction you guys need.

Viktor in a flash launches forward, thrusting the dagger to the hilt into his back, blood spurting, splashes his face, but he doesn't flinch.

"This," he hisses, twisting the knife, "is for every single time you belittled me, for every moment I spent in that cage, for everything you've ever done to me." He steps back, breathing hard.

Before Sir Hargreeves could say anything apart from the slight gurgle at the back of his throat.

Allison with a dagger and Diego with a knife, are stepping forward.

In unison, they stab him on the chest, not directly to the heart no, of course not, just above, near his collarbone.

"This is for everything you've done to me, to us, for pitting us against each other," Allison murmurs, a cold glint in her eyes.

Jaw clenched, Diego curls his fingers around his Father dearest's throat. "For putting me down every chance you got, making me hate my brother, for all this rage you gave me, how does it feel to have a taste of it?"

Sir Reginald sways on his feet, "Pogo," he chokes out.

Pogo isn't gonna come, you think, he's out buying bleach to get the stains of your blood off this carpeted floor, Reggie.

Klaus and Ben step forward as Allison and Diego come back.

"Hey pops," Klaus chirps. A vicious smile curling at his lips. "I'd rather tell you why, y'know, before you go all dizzy with pain. So this is happening cause you're a shit father and an even shittier man." Glancing at Ben, he raises a brow. "Ben? Wanna do the honor?"

Ben nods. Not hesitating once, he jabs the dagger into Sir Reginald's gut.

"It's funny," he remarks, sounding almost detached. "How the merciless monster you tried to make me failed and yet, I don't feel an ounce of mercy right now. This," he stares him in the eye, "is for everything you've done to me, to us, for everything and more."

As soon as Ben steps back, in a blink, Klaus is stabbing him by the waist.

"For locking me with the ghosties you're soon going to join." Laughing, he pushes himself away, leaving the dagger in like the rest. "Oh and Pops? Don't haunt me."

You step forward next, twirling the dagger.

"I honestly don't have a personal grudge against you," you tell him, head tilting. "But you hurt them, and now I must hurt you."

Unfaltering, you push the dagger into his stomach.

"Man's greatest flaw," you quotes his own words, smiling, "the illusion of control."

Then, finally, Sir Reginald Hargreeves is falling to his knees with a groan.

Luther comes to stand in front of him.

"Nu-number…One…" Sir Reginald heaves out with great effort, "you too?"

"I love you, Dad," Luther professes. Piercing the dagger in the middle of his abdomen. "But not more than I love my family."

Sir Reginald starts to fall down—

Five jumps near him, hand gripping his nape, he stops him from falling.

"For my family," he says. With a cruel smirk on his face, in a swift move, the dagger tears through Sir Reginald's neck, directly piercing his carotid artery.

"Sic semper tyrannis," Five states, as you all watch Sir Reginald Hargreeves fall motionless on the floor.

A beat.

"A shower is in order?" Allison prompts.

Eyeing the blood you're all adoring, everyone murmurs in agreement.

………………………………………………………………………

A/N :

Lmfao saw the opportunity and took it.

"Sic semper tyrannis." Is latin phrase meaning "Thus always to tyrants." As in, "Tyrannical leaders will inevitably be overthrown."

A reader insert cause lets be honest, we all would want to take part in this.

It might not be too well written, but this one is yk a treat so anyways—

TO THE FALL OF TYRANTS!

Hope you guys enjoyed this.

Thankyou! ❤️

#five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #five hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #viktor hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves

[marvelfanlife]

Sir, uh, I was able to find a hidden message app on all of the suicidal UnSubs' phones, and that helped me identify a discussion platform that Sic...

#criminal minds #criminal minds: evolution #criminalmindsedit #cmedit #penelope garcia #david rossi #criminalmindsource #criminalmindsdaily #captainchilly #dailyprocedurals #dailytvsource #dailytvfilmgifs #userbbelcher #televisionedit #usertelevision #userevolution #criminalmindsverse #cinematv #cm spoilers #criminal minds spoilers #cm evolution spoilers #cm 16x03 #16x03 #cm:e 1x03 #1x03 #my edit #*

[blogdemocratesjr]

Sir Beaumains blows the horn (1910) by John M. [sic] Bacon and Helen Stratton

#sir beaumains #sir gareth #king arthur #the round table #arthurian legend #john m. bacon #helen stratton #camelot

[sapphire-weapon]

If you're comfortable, I'd actually LOVE to hear your Ada x Wesker opinions.

The way that Ada talks to Wesker in Separate Ways is very different from how she talks to literally anyone else in the series. She is more casual/colloquial with him than she is with anyone -- with the sole exception to this being the way she talks to Leon in Damnation. Basically, the way that Ada talks to Leon in Damnation? Is how she talks to Wesker in Separate Ways.

And... what happened between Leon and Ada leading into Damnation?

Just saying.

Separate Ways tried to heavyhandedly put more sass into Ada's character in general, but it's more honest when it comes to Wesker. She cracks jokes at him and emotes openly at him. She gets openly annoyed with him at times, and even has a tone of "dude, come on" with him when he gives her a ridiculous order.

She just always seemed very... comfortable with him.

And it always struck me as weird that Wesker wanted Leon dead so badly in Separate Ways. It is the only time in all of Resident Evil that Ada is given orders to assassinate/kill someone. And it's the way he goes about telling Ada to kill him:

"And that US government lapdog, Leon -- if you do happen to encounter him, put him out of commission. We can't let him interfere with our plans. [...] He's a survivor of Raccoon City. We could do without the extra distraction. Take him out."

Like, obviously, Wesker sees Leon as a threat to Ada's mission, and the pretense that he gives overtly for it is "If he can survive Raccoon City, there's no knowing what he's actually capable of."

But the "extra distraction" part always seemed like a weird choice of words. It was like Wesker knew that Ada had some sort of attachment to Leon already and thought that he would get in the way of her mission not because he'd overpower/kill her, but because she'd be too distracted by him to do her job.

And that struck me as being a little jealous.

Later, when Ada reports to Wesker that Luis is dead and Saddler has the Sample, his response isn't... anger or frustration or irritation or even disappointment. It's:

"Have you had a chance to eliminate Leon?"

It's only after Ada says no that Wesker gets the idea in his head to use him. He didn't ask her that with the intention/plan of using Leon if he was still alive; he just wanted to hear that he was dead -- and, when he didn't get that, he drums his fingers against the arm of his chair in thought and then comes up with the idea to use him.

And what's crazy about it is that Leon plays his part perfectly and unknowingly does exactly what Wesker wanted him to do -- and Wesker still wants him dead. And since he's clearly not going to get his way and have Ada do it, that's when he decides to sic Krauser on him.

And after Krauser dies, Wesker is still on this, and he's all like: (paraphrased) "Make Leon and Saddler fight each other and then kill the winner. MAKE SURE YOU KILL HIM, ADA."

And then he fucking hangs up on her.

It's starting to feel a little personal, at this point.

And then Umbrella Chronicles happened. And it's revealed that Wesker saw all that shit go down between Leon and Ada in real-time.

Which now makes his desire to see Leon dead feel really, really personal.

When Wesker contacts Ada in Umbrella Chronicles, he does so via video chat (somehow in 1998 the tech for that existed shut up), and her reaction on seeing him fucking shocked me.

I expected that her reaction/tone would have a hint of "oh shit" behind it or "oh god here we go" or even just cold, unfeeling business -- kind of like how a soldier "Sir"s their CO. But that's not what she does.

She sighs his name in that dreamy sort of way she sighs Leon's name during Separate Ways.

At the very end of Umbrella Chronicles, Ada says in her narration:

"[Wesker and I] are both used to being backstabbed and manipulated. I have a feeling our relationship will last for a little while longer."

Ada's hookshot? That has become a huge staple of her gameplay and character design? It was a gift from Wesker -- it's what he gave her so that she could make it out of Raccoon City alive.

And she never stopped using it.

NOW, WITH ALL THIS BEING SAID

I am not trying to make a case that Wesker and Ada loved each other or that their relationship was romantic at all.

What I am saying is that I do think that their relationship went deeper than just a professional working one. I think that they were definitely sleeping together, and I think that Wesker knew and understood who Ada was better than anyone ever has in her life, and I think Ada knew that.

Wesker is a sociopath, but he still trusted Ada's ability and her judgement and seemed to, on some level, also genuinely enjoy her company.

And Ada, I think, found some comfort in Wesker's familiarity and felt a connection with him based on their similar past experiences. I think that her keeping the hookshot even after she betrayed him and after he'd been killed is her way of honoring who he was to her and what he did for her without remaining beholden to him in any way.

Leon was the reason why Ada ultimately betrayed Wesker in the end, but it wasn't a matter of "Well, I love him now, so I'm going with him. Boy, bye." Ada says in Umbrella Chronicles that her meeting with Leon changed her, and she says at the start of Separate Ways that betraying Wesker is part of her own objective -- which, presumably, has to do with the way Leon changed her. It had to do with a change in worldview, not a change of heart.

And I think that what Remake is trying to do is to show that change in her happen in real-time. That's why she doesn't go into RE4make already intending to betray Wesker; it's a decision she comes to organically as a result of Leon's impact on her inspiring her to ask questions as to where her efforts are going.

She didn't betray Wesker because she fell in love with Leon. She betrayed Wesker because she started to look at the world differently and realized that Wesker's ambitions were incompatible with her new worldview. It wasn't personal -- it was just that their lives were now going in two different directions (two separate ways, you might say ayyyyyyy).

But I think that there will always be a part of Ada that's grateful to Wesker and holds some degree of affection for him -- even if it's not at the intensity of actual love, it was still meaningful, and he still had a profound impact on her life.

In some ways, I view Ada's attachment to Wesker the same way that I view Leon's attachment to Ada in the OG timeline. It's not true love, but it was something that kept her bound to him and that she found comfort in when she felt like she had nothing else and her life was spiraling out of control.

Ada is a part of Leon that he thinks he can't let go.

And I think that Wesker is a part of Ada that she thought she couldn't let go, until she finally did.

#resident evil #resident evil 4 #ada wong #albert wesker #meta analysis

[harrisonarchive]

A telegram from George Harrison to President Nixon, dated August 16, 1973 (courtesy of U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services via Kansas City Star).

“A handwritten note on top of the telegram asks, ‘Is this one of the former Beatles?’ Yes, it was. The telegram, a terse protest of the bombing of Cambodia, was addressed to then-President Richard Nixon and sent to the White House by George Harrison on August 16, 1973. […] Harrison’s records are noteworthy because they help complete a story of government paranoia, of Nixon’s exploitation of federal agents to undercut what was then growing youth dissent toward the Vietnam War. Not a small factor was Nixon’s own fear that he wouldn’t be re-elected in 1972. [...] He’d previously been granted entry, despite officials knowing about the 1969 conviction. Here is the text of the telegram, retaining the misspellings [of the transcriber] and garbled syntax: ‘Sir how can you bomb Cambonian [sic] citizens and worry about kicking me out of the country for smoking marijuana at the time. Your repressive emperaour [sic] war monger ways stop before too piece luv we will run the world Harry Krisher Hare Hara Krishne Hare Hara Hare Hara Krishner [sic]. George Harrison.’” - The Kansas City Star, August 11, 2017 (x)

#George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #quotes by george #Harrison correspondence #1973 #1970s #beware of greedy leaders #Concert for Bangladesh #fits queue like a glove

[biolizardboils]

Behold—The Grievance of the Graphite Ghostwriter and The Woeful Watercolor Heartache of the Weeping Wet Hairbrush!

notes and a sort-of plot under the cut!

My recipe for these was (Kid + Nuclear Waste + Favorite Creative Utensil) x Personality Trait That Could Realistically Boil Over. George’s trait is his sense of justice, Harold’s is trying to downplay his sadness with jokes

They’re foils to each other in a few ways: Writing vs. Drawing, of course, but also Dry Dust vs. Wet Puddles and Only Eyes vs. Only A Mouth

Their surroundings in the second pic is intentional too. George is attacking the cool-colored Downtown Piqua, where cold-hearted businessmen exploit their workers; Harold attacks the warm-colored suburbs, tearing open nuclear households to feel the warmth inside

They get two forms because Booger Boy and Sir Stinks-A-Lot did too and also I’m indecisive lol. Think of their first form as Mega Evolution and the second as Gigantamax. Introducing Pilkeymon Graphite and Pilkeymon Acrylic

The Sort-Of Plot

First off this takes place in an unholy mashup of all three canons, because again I’m indecisive. Anyway:

One day The Boys realize their comics tend to come true and try to game the system lol. They make one about them getting Writer/Artist Powers and fixing all of Piqua’s problems with them! ...But nothing happens, and it upsets them more than they want to admit

Later they go on separate field trips to opposite ends of town (they’re in different classes like in the Movie I guess). They miss each other and sneak away to self-soothe by writing/drawing

But someone comes to bother them—a teacher scolds George harshly for wandering off, and a mean older kid picks on Harold knowing The Tie won’t stop him. They try to get away and fall into the sewers, where their frustration (and nuclear waste) catalyzes their transformation

At first they use their new powers for good: George “rewrites” the teacher to stop misusing his authority, and Harold “repaints” the mean kid into a literal class clown. But they don’t feel better, so they try harder: bad businessmen give away their riches, and the gas station from Book 9 becomes a candy store. They still don’t feel better, and soon their well-meaning “fixing” turns everyone into either single-minded zombies or forcibly smiling blobs

Melvin was in the downtown field trip and Knows About Captain like in Book 8 or whenever it was, so he finds Krupp, snaps, and sics him on George. Then he goes to the suburbs and “tells” on both Boys to their families. “Hey your sons have been leading dangerous monster-fighting double lives and now they’re monsters and you should be mad at them about it!”

Meanwhile, Captain is horrified that one of his sidekicks has fallen to evil!! He doesn’t want to hurt George and tries to talk him down while dodging his Pencil-Tie. George yells that he could never understand what he’s going through and takes on his Tornado form, blowing Captain all the way to the suburbs. There Captain sees Harold, gets horrified again, and tries the same talk on him—cue his giant Dolphin form. And since he’s spewing wet paint everywhere, Krupp wakes up in front of Melvin and the families. (What Captain didn’t get is that the Boys aren’t evil now—they’re having literal nuclear meltdowns due to past hurt and current stress)

So now there’s two giant monsters wrecking different parts of the city, Captain is down for the count, and the Boys’ families know Everything. Someone says, “Well, at least it can’t get any worse!” Cue the Boys seeing each other in the distance, not recognizing each other, and meeting in City Center for a KAIJU FIGHT (in Flip-O-Rama of course)

Melvin calculates their weaknesses and everyone splits up to gather the necessary supplies. But by the time they meet back up, the Boys have already neutralized each other (Harold bites down on George’s tie, and George sucks the water out of Harold’s hair). So instead the parents just talk to them and hope they’re listening from somewhere inside the dust clouds and dried hair. They tell them that they know what they’ve been going through now, that they get why they didn’t tell them, but that they shouldn’t have to bear so much responsibility alone. Maybe they even get Krupp to apologize for the part he's played in their constant stress (as if I haven’t derailed canon enough already lol).

The Boys emerge, human and crying, and run into their parents’ arms. Everyone helps clean up the city and cure its citizens with the supplies they’d gotten earlier. The sort-of plot ends with everyone going home, making popcorn, and watching the Kaiju Fight on the news. They might’ve caused millions in property damage but hey, at least it looked awesome

The outcome: Now the Boys don’t have to keep as many secrets, and Krupp is a bit more mindful of how he treats his students. (And maybe he knows about Captain now too, I haven’t decided yet)

#captain underpants #george beard #harold hutchins #captain underpants the first epic movie #the epic tales of captain underpants #au #cu #george #harold #graphite ghostwriter #weeping wet hairbrush #my draws #me talking

[scotianostra]

On June 23rd 1314 Robert I, King of Scots, killed a young English Knight called Henry de Bohun, it marked the beginning of a two day fight, The Battle of Bannockburn.

I'll cover the battle more in depth tomorrow, today I'm going to cheat a bit by taking the description of the encounter between Sir Henry de Bohun and King Robert directly from John Barbour's epic poem The Brus. The poem is written in ancient Scots, but don't worry I will post a translation too!

Bohun, in full armour, had noticed King Robert out in front of his troops, the king riding on a smaller horse in light armour. The little crown on his helmet clearly identified him. Thinking that he could strike the critical blow by killing the Scottish king, Bohun charged towards him with lance lowered. But King Robert swerved at the crucial moment, stood in his stirrups, and brought his battle axe down through the head of Bohun, killing him instantly.

And quhen the king sua apertly

Saw him cum forouth all his feris

In hy till him the hors he steris.

And quhen Schyr Henry saw the king

Cum on foroutyn abaysing

Till him he raid in full gret hy,

He thocht that he suld weill lychtly

Wyn him and haf him at his will

Sen he him horsyt saw sa ill.

Sprent thai samyn intill a ling,

Schyr Hanry myssit the noble king

And he that in his sterapys stud

With the ax that wes hard and gud

With sua gret mayne raucht him a dynt

That nother hat na helm mycht stynt

The hevy dusche that he him gave

That ner the heid till the harnys clave.

The hand-ax schaft fruschit in twa,

And he doune to the erd gan ga

And flatlynys for him faillit mycht.

That wes perfornyst douchtely,

And quhen the kingis men sa stoutly

Saw him rycht at the first meting

Foroutyn dout or abaysing

Have slayne a knycht sua at a strak

Sic hardyment tharat gan thai tak

That thai come on rycht hardely.

Quhen Inglismen saw thaim sa stoutly

Cum on thai had gret abaysing

And specially for that the king

Sa smartly that gud knycht has slayne

That thai withdrew thaim everilkane

And durst nocht ane abid to fycht

Sa dred thai for the kingis mycht.

And quhen the kingis men thaim saw

Sua in hale bataill thaim withdraw

A gret schout till thaim gan thai mak

And thai in hy tuk all the bak,

And thai that folowit thaim has slane

Sum off thaim that thai haf ourtane

Bot thai war few forsuth to say

Thar hors fete had ner all away.

Bot how-sa quhoyne deyt thar

Rebutyt foulily thai war

And raid thar gait with weill mar schame

Be full fer than thai come fra hame.

This translation largely follows the version rendered by b A.A.M. Duncan (The Bruce, Canongate, 1997) but with some variation intended to represent more modern turns of phrase.

And when the king saw him (Bohun) Moving towards him in sight of his comrades He hastily turned his horse towards him And when Sir Henry saw the king Come on quite unabashed He rode at him full speed He thought to beat him easily And have him at the disadvantage Because the king was lightly horsed So they closed on one another Sir Henry missed the noble king And he (the king) stood in his stirrups With an axe both hard and good Struck him such a great blow That neither hat or helmet could stop The heavy clout he gave So he cleaved the head to the brains The hand-axe shaft broke in two And he (Bohun) fell to the ground Dead and devoid of all strength now This was the first blow of the battle And was done mightily too And when the king’s men saw this At the first encounter Done without any hesitation or fear Kill a knight with a single blow They were so encouraged That they advanced boldly forward When the Englishmen saw them stoutly advance They were left downcast Especially because the king Had so quickly slain such a good knight So they now all of them withdrew And not one dared to fight For fear of the king’s might And when the king’s men saw The (English) formation withdraw The (Scots) made a great shout at them

#scotland #scottish #king robert #robert the bruce #the battle of bannockburn #the first war of scottish independence #history #england #english