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tibby-art · 9 months

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Given how much Scar’s character knows. (From him connecting series that we don’t think he should know about to his character. And him knowing things he shouldn’t…) I’m on the band wagon that Scar is some sort of Eldtrich God.

Righttt like, my best guess is he's some sort of dimension-hopper or something... a traveling trickster god.. mentally i'm at a corkboard w/all the red strings connecting to different scars trying to piece it all together, holding my head in my hands

It's like. Okay. He had an encounter with s8 tycoon scar where he stole his hat, and he killed him (?) but today he said he simply broke a wheel on the wagon and stole the hat? He says each hat has a story. Does Jellie's hat also have a story. Jellie obviously travels with him across every universe. He seems not to mind when people don't remember who he is but he gets VERY upset when people don't know who Jellie is; just thought that was interesting

Did P!Scar travel to the hermitcraft season 8 universe? After the moon hit the server? Did tycoon scar travel to the pirates universe? Or are they the same person and it's just a lie? When he first spawns in Pirates SMP he makes it a point to mention a mysterious flower crown in his inventory. He says it's an important crown, and it's the only one on the server. Buttercups??? (Sidenote he also spawns with some blocks of cyan glazed terracotta. Not sure what that's about but it's dangerously close to being light blue glazed aka the vex magic. I would have lost my mind)

At the very beginning Scar says his ship was called the Flying Jellie. The Flying Jellie. What if it wasn't a boat. What if it was a space ship. He calls it a pirate ship but that doesn't necessarily mean a boat, ti could be a space pirate ship. (He's done loopholes with his phrasing like this before, like today when he sold michela a sword that was "nearly full" durability, only to later clarify it was "nearly full-y depleted"). He says he won an important battle with the ship, but he lost the ship and the crew. I've seen people say that the crew is supposed to have been boatem, not sure if that's canon? Is the ship story even true?

He made references to both Pearl and Grian today, are they his Pearl and Grian from the pirates universe or is he referring to the hermits? He mentions Pearl by name to Sausage, who says he doesn't know who that is (and yet Sausage goes on to casually mention the moon at the mention of Pearl, either Sausage is also a dimension-hopper and he's bluffing or he has a subconscious connection to his other lives). He doesn't say Grian's name but he talks about a man on his crew who sunk with the ship that's very obviously meant to be Grian (says the man's head looked like a loaf of bread, that he wore red, would have been a Kite). He doesn't seem too upset about the loss.

He greets Cleo, Scott and Martyn when he first sees them even though they don't know who he is. Cleo flat-out says "I don't believe we've met" after he greets her by name. Interestingly enough when he first calls Martyn by name, Martyn doesn't question it (I know Martyn also has some Lore going on, maybe he recognizes Scar too) Also I saw someone point out that his pants resemble mayor scar's pants. Possible season 7 reference, season 8 reference with tycoon scar and a possible? season 9 reference?? with that flower crown???

I literally can't tell if he has this planned-out intricate lore that connects all of his minecraft SMP characters like Martyn does or if he's literally just saying random stuff for fun. His character could be lying about his entire backstory, we don't know. i have no idea what's important to the lore and what isn't. this man is such a trickster god its not even funny. tldr WHAT IS GOING ON

#sorry i so went on a tangent here #goodtimeswithscar #pirates smp

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firagaarmor · 7 months

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저승사자

IVE Gaeul x Male Reader?

Angst

TW: Depression, Mentions of suicide, Dark themes

Note: I wanted to try writing angst. This wasn't meant to be a Gaeul fic but I think it's fine. Also, happy birthday to the bestest girl Kim Gaeul

Breaking News

Tragedy has struck the Bupyeong-gu district of Incheon City seemingly overnight. Approximately 100 people were massacred in cold blood, including the Mayor, Sa Gikkun. Police speculate that this massacre was done by the crime syndicate known as 늑대의 형제애 (The Wolf Brotherhood). The police are still investig -

I turned the TV off. I knew the police would suspect the local crime syndicate, 늑대의 형제애. That’s why they’re the perfect scapegoat. I slowly stood up from the sofa and went to the bathroom. I took one last deep breath as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Drops of blood were still dripping down my fingers and onto the barrel of my pistol. I stood up from the sofa, staining the wood as I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my hands and dried them, along with my pistol. Afterwards, I grabbed a piece of paper, writing something on it. I then made my way to our room…well it wasn’t our room anymore was it. A bitter smile appeared on my face. I opened my vest and took out a photo of you. As I stared at you, tears began falling down my cheeks and the memories overflowed my brain.

“We were happy right?”

Gaeul?

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I still remember the day I met you. You just moved in next to me and asked for my help. I had just finished a “job” that day and was pretty tired. My mind said to just ignore you and go to my apartment. And yet…there I was, helping you move your things inside. Afterwards, you thanked me and introduced yourself. I told you to forget about me but you insisted. When I told you my name, you complimented it, saying it was a beautiful name for such a kind hearted person. You seemed surprised at my silence. What you didn’t know was that something inside of me reacted to your words. For the first time ever in my life, I felt…warm, but I brushed it off and stood up to leave. To my surprise, you grabbed my arms and glared at me. You said that I didn’t have any manners and told me to start over. You held your hand out and reintroduced yourself as did I. Afterwards, I asked if I could leave and you smiled. As I was about to leave your apartment, you did something that would impact my life from that point on. I was so surprised my body became frozen. For reasons that I would find later in life, you gave me a hug. Afterwards, you hurriedly pushed me outside. I was beyond puzzled by your actions. I walked back to my apartment and slept for the night, well…I tried to. My brain couldn’t fathom why you’d hug me so suddenly. It kept replaying that scene over and over. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And I also noticed. Did you cry a little when you hugged me?

The next day I woke up to knocking on my door. I didn’t have a good night's sleep for once and felt a bit of headache. I stumbled to the door and opened it. It was you once more, standing there with a smile and holding a plastic bag. It was filled with some bread and a lunch box. My mind grew suspicious of you. Were you a spy? An assassin? A hired mercenary? But something just doesn’t feel right. After receiving an object from a stranger, I would immediately start checking it carefully. The object could be poisonous, deadly, toxic or any other means to eliminate me. And yet here I am, inside my apartment, eating the bread you bought with you watching me from across the table. I never allowed anyone inside my apartment unless they went through a thorough inspection. And yet I welcomed you inside without much thought. After finishing the bread, I asked you who you really are. My cold emotionless face turned to worry as I could see you smile bitterly. The eyes are reflections of the soul and yours…it’s filled with much sorrow and loneliness. Yet…there was still hope. After what seemed like an eternity, you asked me for, to my surprise, a dinner. My eyes perked up and my mind warned me that this is 100% a trap and I’ll die tonight if I went to that dinner. But yet again…I agreed on it without much thought.

Throughout that day, I was acting very strange. I felt…enthusiastic. I spent the entire afternoon preparing to look my best, and not to prepare my best. My mind was slowly filled with thoughts of you. And somehow…fragments of memories of you and I. Have I met you before? I put aside those thoughts and went to your apartment. As you opened the door, my breath was taken away.

You wore a beautiful blue sparkling dress and you complimented it with a blue silk outer. It wasn’t very fancy at all. And yet I thought to myself at that moment ‘She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life’. We walked to the parking lot together and I drove you to a fancy restaurant. My “job” paid so well that I could retire now and never worry about money ever again. I never thought of retirement until…I guess until I met you. We ate dinner in silence that night until you told me about a special place that you wanted to show me. I agreed and we drove there afterwards.

This special place was certainly not what I was expecting. You got out of the car first and I followed shortly after. You stood by the building with that same bitter smile. I asked if you were fine but you answered me with another question ‘You don’t remember anything do you?’ I just looked at you in confusion and you sighed. We went inside and stood by the door. To my surprise, you grabbed your necklace and at the end of it was a key. You unlocked the door and told me to follow you. We went inside the house and upstairs towards a bedroom. I started to feel a sharp pain in my head. Flashes of memories kept coming to me. Memories of you, this place and… of us? As we went in front of the room, the pain in my head kept getting worse. You noticed this and asked if I were fine. I told you I was and you opened the door. There were two beds and some drawings on the wall. You told me to sit down on the left bed as you sit on the right. You started to tell the story about us. How we were both orphans that relied on each other. We lived on the streets until we found this abandoned house. Well, at least we thought it was abandoned at first. You told me that after a few months, some people with black suits came to the house and kidnapped me while you slept. As you finished telling this story, the pain in my head escalated to the worst it’s been. My mind showed me memories of my childhood. How I was kidnapped and brainwashed until I became like this. I remembered how I was electrocuted in the head to the verge of death. As I began to get calmer, I held your hand and said to you that I remember everything. As tears streamed down your cheeks, you lunged to hug me but I held you back. I told you everything about my job. I was a mercenary for hire. The best in the industry. I had 100 contracts and 100 confirmed kills. I had killed many people before being a mercenary. Bad. Good. Guilty. Innocent. None of it matters. I killed whoever I was told to kill. I thought that you’d be mortified. But then I felt that your lips were on mine. After that you held both sides of my head and our foreheads met. You told me that it isn’t too late to back away from this life. With tears streaming down, I made a promise to you that I would leave everything behind and change. For you. For us.

After that day, I did one last job and quit. I stopped being a mercenary. It was hard imagining these hands that were used to harm, being used for something else. But there you were. In every step that I took to change my life, you stood by me with patience and kindness. I thought that my story would have a happy ending. I was very naive. After about a year, tragedy struck. I was just coming home after buying the ring. It should have been the best day of my life. But it was the complete opposite. As I opened the door, I dropped the plastic bag containing the ring. There was blood everywhere. Everything was wrecked. But the worst was yet to come. I rushed to our room and found…you. Lifeless on the bed and in pieces. In the middle of the bed was a video tape and a letter on it. I opened the letter and there was only one sentence on it. ‘You will always be the 저승사자.’ Rage was slowly building up inside me but I tried to stay calm. I picked up the videotape and played it. And that was what made me snap. Once the video was over, I went outside and downstairs to the basement. I stood by a metal door. The door I swore would never open again. I entered my passcode and entered the room. I turned the light on and looked at all the weapons and firearms inside. There were enough weapons here for a small army. From that day on, I swore vengeance on the people that did this to you.

For one whole year, I poured everything that I had to find the people responsible for your deaths. What I found was so much bigger. Decades of corruption in this town. All the suffering, pain and struggle that people had experienced was because of one man at the top, Sa Gikkun. I had suspected from years ago that the mayor had been doing something fishy behind the scenes. Turns out my hunch was correct. Drug trafficking, human trafficking, theft, corruption, murder, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. The people that killed you were just henchmen of Sa Gikkun. He wanted me back in the game. Back to be the 저승사자. Well…he’s gonna get what he wants.

After one whole year of preparation, I executed it on the eve of September 23rd. I had tracked down the locations of every single person connected to Sa Gikkun. Lucky for me, most of them had met up for some celebration. All I had to do was set off a bomb and kill the survivors. After that I went to more locations, killing off stragglers that didn’t come for the celebration. It was almost 3 am when I arrived at the mayors’ house. It was really easy. Kill off the guards from a distance with my sniper rifle then sneak inside. The house didn’t have any sensors. The doors weren’t even locked. I sneaked inside and walked to his bedroom. I fired off my pistol, startling him awake. I lunged at him and put my gun to his temple. He was scared for dear life and offered me anything he could. None of that mattered to me and I said to him ‘You wanted the 저승사자 back right? Well you got it.” I pulled him off the bed and slammed him to the floor. After that, I broke him piece by piece. First I broke both his arms and legs. Then I punched him so hard, his jaw dislocated. All the rage that I had built up over the course of one year exploded that night. After one punch, came another, and another, and another, until I could only see red. That was when I stopped. I wiped the blood covering my eyes. To my surprise, Sa Gikkun was still alive. Well that wouldn’t be for long. I got out of his house to my car and grabbed a canister of gasoline. I went back inside and poured it all over the house. Once that’s done, I poured the rest of it all over his barely alive body. I knelt down in front of him and pulled his hair up to whisper “I’ll see you in hell”. Afterwards, I got out of the house and threw a molotov inside. I stood by the house and watched as it began to engulf in flames. After some time, I could hear his screams of pain and suffering. I lit up a cigarette and went home.

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I didn’t deserve to live after everything that I did. There was so much blood spilled by these hands that I knew how this must end. I wiped my tears with my other hand, and cocked the pistol. I brought the pistol to my temple, ready to end everything and reunite with you. Hell was where I belonged but even if I got just a glimpse of your face and that beautiful smile, I’d spent an eternity in those fiery pits. But just as I was about to finish it all, my phone rang. I wanted to ignore it but I couldn’t. Something was pushing me to answer the call. I sighed and wondered who the caller could be. As I picked it up, tears streamed down once again. It was your half-sister, Jiwon or as she likes to be called, Liz. She called and asked how I was doing. That warm voice, laced without malice or evil, only kindness. She reminded me of you. As I continued crying, she comforted me by saying “Come on oppa, Gaeul-unnie won’t like seeing you like this. She’ll probably come down from heaven and beat you up if you don’t stop crying.” For the first time in a year, I let out a laugh. She continued and said “Come on oppa. Stop crying and let’s pay unnie a visit, okay?” I said yes and disconnected the call. I wiped my tears off and closed my eyes. As I took a deep breath, I decided for myself that I have a new purpose. I’m going to keep living and protect the angel you sent to save me. I’m going to keep Jiwon safe for all eternity.

Side Note: Hey guys. Yes I'm still writing XD. Been through a lot these past 8 to 9 months. Hopefully this is one of many fics to come

Side Note #2: 저승사자 (Jeosung saja) means Grim Reaper in Korean and the mayor's name, Sa Gikkun can be translated to a crook, cheater or a fraud

#ive angst #ive #ive gaeul #kim gaeul #male reader #sfw #angst

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stardewremixed · 11 months

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Justice for Stardewies

Because people need jobs and purpose...

Jodi

has been a single mom for so long, even though Kent returns in Year 2. She was a Registered Nurse, and replaces Maru at the clinic when Maru decides to go back to school. Jodi starts to feel her confidence grow as she works outside her home. And Harvey is a good boss, letting her work around Vincent's school schedule.

Maru

Inspired by Harvey, Maru wants to pursue and advanced degree in medical technology. With her poor eyesight, her dreams of becoming an astronaut faded. But she still gets to tinker and play with technology, which is something she loves.

Marnie / Marlon

deserves better than a "secret" relationship with Lewis. His family has wealth and historically held positions of power. The Governor is his cousin after all. Still Marnie deserves real "out in the open" love. Marlon asks her out one day after she visits the Adventurer's Guild with the weekly dairy delivery. Their first official date is the Flower Dance. And they dance together for the whole town to see. Lewis is jealous but... he had his chance. #sorrynotsorry

Shane

is sober and working at the movie theater during the evenings. He attends vet school during the day. Shane wants to open an animal clinic, with an emphasis on chickens... 🐔 er... farm animals. And he makes his famous pepper poppers for all town events.

Pam

Pam went to rehab. She is now reemployed at Pierre's. She really enjoys helping customers find what they are looking for, and she joined Caroline's class to get fit. She has already dropped almost 20lbs.

Robin

Robin does so much for the town. She is convinced by the people to run against Lewis. And then she actually wins. Since she finally has help from Alex, Robin's business is booming. She is able to hire on another employee so she can focus on her new important duties as Mayor of Pelican Town.

Linus

Is anyone surprised he actually has money? And lots of it? Linus gets involved with other veterans like himself with much encouragement from Gus. Now with properly flowing taxpayers' dollars, Linus is able to build a tiny Veterans Village for former military men and women to "get off grid," find healing, and a fresh start. Kent gets involved too after he starts counseling for his PTSD.

Alex

Robin hired Alex as a handyman. Alex is surprisingly good with his hands and figuring things out, especially electrical. With no formal training, he can rewire televisions and stereos. At first, he just tinkers in Robin's workshop. But then he starts doing bigger projects. After getting an electricians license, Alex helps wire houses and rewire faulty electrical in other homes and businesses around the Valley. It's blue collar work but it pays really well, and his skills are sorely needed. And he can work as he wants. So he still has plenty of time to toss the gridball around with friends, and take Dusty to the dog park, and even help Granny in the kitchen.

Evelyn / George

Ev still helps out at the community garden. She starts growing spices and herbs to bake in her breads and cookies. Once the Community Center is repaired, Evelyn hosts a bake sale to help with the upkeep. And Haley joins her in organizing a cake walk. George gets motivated, with encouragement from Jodi (since she is a vet's wife), to do the Valley's own version of Special Olympics. Alex helps his grandpa train.

Abigail

finally graduates after six years. She knows what she wants. She is going to pursue a master's in folklore and mythology. While it isn't business like her dad wanted, Pierre is still proud of his little girl. Abi leaves for Zuzu City (on the repaired bus line). She also has an internship lined up, translating manuscripts (since she learned ancient Dwarven).

Sebastian

takes coding to the next level. He finds a partner in Zuzu. They start a tech company together. Seb still comes home on weekends to spend time with his family (he and Demetrius patched things up ever since his stepdad got his official diagnosis as autistic). Seb always brings rice pudding for Demetrius, from the Asian Market he lives above. Seb is also working on releasing his first video game, inspired by his experiences in the mines.

Sam

After the band breaks up, Sam decides to go solo. He leaves for Zuzu City for some gigs. The first weekend he is there, he makes a connection with a talent scout who thinks Sam is really good. Sam starts landing bigger and bigger shows. Next thing he knows, he's traveling the world, opening for big name bands. It is a dream come true. He never stays in one place too long, but that's just what he loves about his "work."

Elliott

publishes his romance novel. And then his editor suggests a series. It is super successful. With his new steady income, Elliott upgrades his cabin to a proper beach cottage. He teams up with Penny to write a children's book.

Penny / the children

returns to school and obtains a proper teaching license. With help from Robin, she opens an after school enrichment program for Vincent, Jas, Leo, and a few other children. And she partners with Professor Snail to offer summer camps on Ginger Island. Penny also organizes a beach clean-up day.

Vincent starts an entomology club with the Prof, much to his delight.

Jas works with Emily to create costumes for a play. The story of the Winter Star is the first show they put on for the town. And this seriously helps Jas' confidence.

Leo repairs the treehouse with the help of Alex. And Pam, who attended cosmetology school, gives him a proper "big kid" haircut.

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alloftheimaginesblog · 10 months

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why can't you see {peeta mellark}

plot: you're peeta's best friend and you've loved him ever since you could remember.

character: peeta mellark x reader

fandom: the hunger games

You sighed as you watched him as his strong arms tensed and flexed as he carried in the sacks of flour for his father. The way he could lift such heavy things without even breaking a slight sweat was impressive, what was even more impressive was that smile. Bright and happy; the exact opposite of everything in District 12.

"Hey, mouse," Peeta grinned, welcoming you as he dumped the bags of flour behind the counter, "What you doing here?" You smiled at the nickname he made for you years and years ago which started when he gave you a fright and you squeaked... like a mouse. Pretty self explanatory. Even now, years later, it still made you smile and sent a flurry of butterflies flying in your stomach.

"I remembered you saying that you were swamped this weekend with baking cakes for the Madge's birthday." Madge was the Mayor's daughter who was the same age as you and Peeta and in the same class too. She was a nice girl, friendly. It was her birthday and her father was sparing no expense. She was throwing a party on Sunday afternoon and the whole class was invited. You and Peeta were going but the order for cupcakes was pretty massive so you decided to come over early Saturday to help.

"You'd help?" Peeta smiled, flashing those big eyes at you, "That would be great, mouse. I'll get everything prepared."

It wasn't uncommon for you to help Peeta's family in the bakery. Usually most weekends you would come help. Peeta's father would always send you home with a fresh loaf of bread in your bag and some pastries for your family. Peeta's mother wasn't aware of the deal you two had but if she asked, Peeta's father would say he burned them or dropped them so they couldn't sell. It also meant that you got to spend more time with Peeta.

You and Peeta had been friends for years - best friends. You spent most of your free time together. Peeta would paint, you would observe or maybe do some writing of your own. He was the nicest person you'd ever met. District 12 didn't have many people like Peeta anymore. District 12 was cold, isolated... sad and so were it's people but not Peeta. Peeta was happy, always seeing the positives and always smiling. He could always make you laugh so who could blame you for falling head over heels in love with him?

You didn't really know when you fell in love with him, maybe you always had been. All you knew was that it was a hopeless cause. Peeta Mellark could never be in love with you for he had forever been in love with Katniss Everdeen.

As the first tray of cupcakes baked in the oven, Peeta began to make the icing. You watched him work, watching as his skilled fingers plucked out the different food colourings to mix the perfect shades of pink, purple and blue.

"Oh," Peeta said, "almost forgot." He wiped his hands on his apron before grabbing a bag from underneath the counter, "From my dad. He," he glanced around, "burned them pretty bad." The two of you shared a secret smile as you dug out two perfectly crisp and baked cheese buns. You inhaled deeply, about to tell Peeta that they were your favourite when he said, "You know, I think Katniss likes these." You stopped, smile falling but quickly caught yourself and smiled, making 'hm?' noise, "Yeah, I made some for Madge's party but some really did get burnt so was selling them dirt cheap and Katniss bought them all... She doesn't ever come in usually but she must love them cause she bought all of them!"

You forced a wide smile, "Amazing, Peeta... Or maybe she just came in to see you?" It killed you to give him hope but you wanted him to be happy even if it wasn't with you. If you got to see him happy then it was all worth it in the end.

Peeta's face lit up, "You- You really think so?" Quickly, his smile fell and hope died, "Nah, I'm- I'm nothing. She wouldn't like me."

"What's not to like?" You asked softly, "You're unlike anyone I've ever met, Peets. You're..." A giant wave of sadness washed over you as you spoke, "You're so kind, always thinking of others. You're so generous and helpful. You would do anything for anyone. You're a great baker so she'd always have lots of treats to eat-" Peeta laughed, "you're handsome, one look at those puppy dog eyes and she'll be weak in the knees."

"You really mean all that?"

"Course I do. Why can't you see yourself the way I see you?" You reached out, wiping flour from his cheek, "You're incredible, Peeta, and if she doesn't see that, it's her damn loss."

"Thanks, mouse," Peeta grinned, wrapping you in a one armed hug. You breathed him in, relishing in his warmth, "I'm so lucky to have a friend like you." You hummed into his shoulder, keeping your fake smile plastered as tears burned at your eyes.

"Yeah..." you whispered, "friend."

#one shot #os #prompt #long prompt #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark #the hunger games #the hunger games imagine #imagine #peeta mellark imagine #peeta mellark x you #thg #thg imagine #thg one shot

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solar-sunnyside-up · 6 months

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Community gardens-

Community gardens are a piece of land gardened or cultivated by a group of people, which you can do individually or collectively. So they can be done on private or public land.

Community gardens are not only a testament to community care and mutual aid, it's also almost a radical act of protest and activism. You're combining and sharing resources, which is inherently anti-capitalist, and you're actively protesting climate change by cultivating the land and bringing back native plants. They exist in various forms, it can be located in the proximity of neighborhoods or on balconies and rooftops. They are far from a one size fits all, they are built to meet the needs of the people cultivating them.

History-

this is gunna be a long one yall--

1890s-- Rapid urbanization in Europe and North America lead to community ran gardens to supplement food stocks that the city couldn't maintain causing an obscene cost of food. Thus lead to cities across the world attempting in their own ways to handle the problem-

1893 - Detroit Mayor Hazen S. Pingree took office with citizens even calling for “bread or blood”. In the mist of this crisis the city establishes a program that required vacant lots to be used as gardens and farms for the unemployed citizens have access to food. The deal the city basically makes is 'we will provide the land for you to farm, you feed yourself by farming it!' Later called "Potato Patches" would convert thousands of acres of vacant and idle land in the city for subsistence gardens, then cultivated by the unemployed in order to ensure citizens access to food regardless of the employment or economic status. At its peak, 1563 families participating over 430 acres of donated or City land. This would become so successful that later other cities like Boston and Buffalo would later adopt similar programs.

In England, “allotment” gardens were created to improve working-class people’s food provision, living conditions, and overall health of people living in suddenly crowded city centers.

Marseille in 1896, “les jardins d’ouvriers”, or ‘the workers’ gardens’, were created by a clergyman, with the purpose of reducing the misery of the working class and improving living condition.

1917- The War Gardens Commission was established to call on citizens to become, "Soldiers of the soil," planting gardens to meet some of their own domestic need for food as well as solider rations. (talk about abandoning your citizens for the sake of war >.>) Providing booklets, cartoons, and plenty of propaganda to teach everyone able to grow and preserve their own food supplies. War and Victory Gardens running well through the 1920s into the 50s. Often communties would have a vacant lot or shared spaces to also fullfill any need that wouldnt fit on private land. By 1944, between 18 to 20 million families with victory gardens were providing up to 40% of the vegetables in America.

1970s - In major cities that were fighting both economic crisis and urban decay as a result of white flight to the suburbs. Bringing rise to community groups like The Green Guerillas- built of horticulturalists, gardeners, botanists, and planners who work to turn abandoned or empty spaces in New York City into gardens. The group threw "seed grenades" into derelict lots and developed community gardens, often without going through official channels. It became especially popular after the concerted redevelopment of a dangerous, trash-filled space at the corner of Houston Street and Bowery in Manhattan. That first and now oldest recognized community garden in New York City on a street corner, grew to be over an acre and remains active as of 2023 now named the Liz Christy Garden after its founder who wanted a safe space and good food for children in her community.

2010-Current

Millions of community gardens spanning across the entire world have been reestablished. Particularly over the course of 2012 on wards in order to get back to connecting with the soil and feeding low income housing. Many of the gardens today also hold other community functions like yoga and woodworking classes, socializing centers, holding events, and act as a 3rd space where there are so few these days. Becoming more like a community hub over just a simple source of food.

How do I join or create a community garden?

Join an existing garden- look up one in your area here

To create your own, you will need to do your own research on your city or towns bylaws but generally you'll need a few things-

Gather friends/group to garden with

Secure a place to garden, as well as access to water

Gardening Equipment

Happy Gardening!!

Also @solarpunkani this is for you!!!

#reaping week #solarpunk #gardening #ecopunk #food #permaculture #sprout guide #history

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morningdawnbreaks · 1 year

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On my reread of, The Hunger Games, the passage where Katniss and Gale come to trade strawberries to the mayor on Page 12 caught my attention.

Madge comes to the door.

Today her drab school outfit has been replaced by an expensive white dress, and her blonde hair is done up with a pink ribbon. Reaping clothes.

“Pretty dress,” says Gale.

Madge shoots him a look, trying to see if it’s a genuine compliment or if he’s just being ironic. It is a pretty dress, but she would never be wearing it ordinarily. She presses her lips together and then smiles. “Well, if I end up going to the Capitol, I want to look nice, don’t I?”

Gale is confused. And Katniss guesses that Madge is just messing with him.

“You won’t be going to the Capitol,” Gale says coolly. His eyes land on a small, circular pin that adorns her dress. Real gold. Beautifully crafted. It could keep a family in bread for months. “What can you have? Five entries? I had six when I was just twelve years old.”

“That’s not her fault,” I say.

“No, it’s no one’s fault. Just the way it is,” says Gale.

Madge’s face has become closed off.

Gale is angry, because it’s usually the seam kids who are reaped for the games since they have more entries in the bowl. And it seems like he believes Madge has no right be worrying about being reaped, since she has less entries and should be safe as a merchant.

But Madge knows from personal experience that merchant kids can be reaped too, because her own Aunt, Maysilee Donner, was reaped in the 50th hunger games and died in the arena.

I just think Madge has so much strength to stay calm in that moment. Honestly, I probably would have slapped Gale for his insensitive attitude. He has no idea of her loss. People only see her as the Mayor’s daughter with the nice house and clothes, and don’t see that she has her own losses and heartaches to deal with. We shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

And her mother, Mrs. Undersee, was so upset by her twin’s death that even 24 years later she spends most her time locked in her room and addicted to morphling. Madge is probably pretty isolated and lonely in her house with her dad busy working and her mom in constant pain.

Madge gives Katniss the mockingjay pin to wear in the games. Her Aunt’s pin. This pin is the symbol of the rebellion. And it makes me so sad that Katniss doesn’t find out until, Catching Fire, who Maysilee is and that the mockingjay pin originally belonged to her.

Madge is a character who is kept mostly in the background and who ultimately is killed when district 12 is fired bombed, but she’s so important and significant to the story.

Also Madge should have been in the movies.

#The Hunger Games #madge undersee #katniss everdeen #madge should been in the movies #gale hawthorne #thg #catching fire #mockingjay

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no shade to the first two thg movies i think they are really quite good as films (even if they should not have been kneecapped to get a pg-13 rating) but i'm two chapters into the first book and there's already so much stuff that adds to the depth of the story that the movies couldn't possibly have included.

like, katniss doesn't like peeta at all and dreads interacting with him because she hates feeling indebted to anyone. the fact that peeta comes from an abusive family, and that they were only eleven when peeta saved her life with the bread, and he burned the bread on purpose. or madge the mayor's daughter, katniss's one friend besides gale, who first gave her the mockingjay. or the way that katniss's father haunts the narrative at every corner. she is always thinking of him, always remembering what he taught her, always feeling his absence. or katniss's complicated relationship with her mother, the way she used to blame her for letting her children starve after their father died, but she has worked to be less angry and start to forgive her mother for her grief. gale's cruelty that eventually consumes him and kills prim is there too, he's not yet the callous monster he will become and his love for katniss and desire to protect his people is true, but the seeds of pointless and destructive anger are there in him from the beginning.

or the tesserae system, how in exchange for a meager supply of grain and oil children can choose to enter their names more than once. and the tesserae compound every year, which is how gale gets his name put in 42 times by the time he's eighteen, when a rich eighteen year-old would only have his name in seven times. the poor children exchange their lives for just a little more food to keep them alive just to be reaped and killed for entertainment. and the people of the seam are of a darker complexion (possibly indigenous-coded) while the richer folks in town are the blue-eyed blonde-haired ones, and this race-class divide is upheld by capitol policies like tesserae that favor the richer and whiter people even within a place as catastrophically poor as district 12. district 12 is so poor that the peacekeepers and government officials turn a blind eye to all kinds of illegal hunting and trade because they're going hungry too. district 12 has had 2 victors in 74 years. district 12 only contains eight thousand people.

and that's just the first two chapters

#thg reread

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the-lavender-clown · 5 months

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MORE COWBOY AU STUFF BECAUSE I’M OBSESSED!!! The au I’ve made with some friends is called Fool’s Gold! I may or may not write some fics for it 👀

Here’s an infodump on it if anyone is interested!!

Raph is tired sheriff who sighs at every newspaper & new wanted poster showing off his blue and purple brothers as well as Donnie’s partner in crime but a he can’t help but be a little proud because he knows their doing good, just in their own special & questionable way.

Mikey is a nomad that travels around & sells self-woven clothes and blankets as well as hand carved & painted trinkets or whatever else he’s made. He treats weary travelers to home cooked meals & tales & legends of four brothers! He’s also the only brother not *constantly* making trouble for Raph.

Leo is a lone hero. Going town to town & over throwing whatever greedy mayor/banker/outlaw has that town in its clutches. He’s able to masterfully manipulate whoever he’s dealing with & using his many resources to gather important information. He ties them up to a post for the sheriff’s convenience when he comes by the town to pick them up.

Donnie & Cass are bounty hunters/mercenaries. They used to chase each other for their bounties & because Cass was a part of the Foot before the brothers took them down & Donnie just so happens to often be the closest to her trail once she popped up again. After awhile of constantly failing to catch each other they started thinking of each other as *their* targets & everyone knew better than to try and catch the other. A fun little song & dance/game of cat & mouse if you will. Eventually they ended up having to run from the same person together & realized that they honestly make a good team & have stuck together ever since!

Shelldon is adopted by Donnie before he & Cass teamed up. He was told by the Purple Dragons to get close to Donnie so they could catch him in exchange for enough money to set him for life, money they had no intention on giving him. He did get close to Donnie but in the end didn’t want to betray him but the Dragons had accounted for that & set off an explosion in a mining tunnel to get rid of them both. Donnie ended up being able to get Shelldon a little clear of the crumbling tunnel before he was trapped under the rumble. Shelldon doesn’t want to leave him but eventually does & immediately goes to try to find help, coming across Leo who had found Donnie’s spooked horse & was trying to find out what trouble Donnie had gotten himself into since his horse never leaves unless something really bad happened. Donnie ends up losing a leg cuz is it truly an F!Donnie if he doesn’t?

Casey is adopted after Donnie & Cass team up. They were in town for some groceries when Raph told them about this kid in some not so great circumstances & said it’d be a shame if someone were to beat up his guardians & kidn@p him while he was busy with all this paperwork. Donnie & Cass were gone before he finished. They weren’t gonna pass up an opportunity where they had permission to do a crime after all!

The main difference between Leo & Donnie’s work is that Donnie always cashes in the bad guys for money & can be hired for jobs as well as uses semi lethal methods while Leo mainly does it for fun & justice (& to mess with Raph) & takes like a free drink as payment before moving on. Leo will leave notes on the bad guys for Raph for when he comes to pick them up.

“The Bread Winners” is the name of Donnie, Casey, Shelldon, & Junior’s gang because Casey’s brownie scouts & my Donnie baker hc. It also shows that they’re in it for the money & fits with how the go undercover as a family often. Plus it sounds innocent enough to disguise how insane they really are.

That is it for now!! Hope some of y’all like it!!

Here’s the drawing without the text in the middle

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Hmmm I’m bored and I’m a sucker for parallels and first and lasts so I did a collection of first and last moments for every major relationship Katniss had throughout the series. 🤍🤍🤍

Peeta

The mayor finishes the dreary Treaty of Treason and motions for Peeta and me to shake hands. His are as solid and warm as those loaves of bread. Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it’s just a nervous spasm.

We turn back to face the crowd as the anthem of Panem plays.

Oh, well, I think. There will be twenty-four of us. Odds are someone else will kill him before I do.

Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”

I tell him, “Real.”

Haymitch

Now I am truly in danger of crying, but fortunately Haymitch chooses this time to come staggering across the stage to congratulate me. “Look at her. Look at this one!” he hollers, throwing an arm around my shoulders. He’s surprisingly strong for such a wreck. “I like her!” His breath reeks of liquor and it’s been a long time since he’s bathed. “Lots of . . . ” He can’t think of the word for a while. “Spunk!” he says triumphantly. “More than you!” he releases me and starts for the front of the stage. “More than you!” he shouts, pointing directly into a camera.

Is he addressing the audience or is he so drunk he might actually be taunting the Capitol? I’ll never know because just as he’s opening his mouth to continue, Haymitch plummets off the stage and knocks himself unconscious.

He’s disgusting, but I’m grateful. With every camera gleefully trained on him, I have just enough time to release the small, choked sound in my throat and compose myself.

Like a good mentor, Haymitch makes me eat a sandwich and then pretends he believes I’m asleep for the rest of the trip. He busies himself going through every compartment on the hovercraft, finding the liquor, and stowing it in his bag. It’s night when we land on the green of the Victor’s Village. Half of the houses have lights in the windows, including Haymitch’s and mine. Not Peeta’s. Someone has built a fire in my kitchen. I sit in the rocker before it, clutching my mother’s letter.

“Well, see you tomorrow,” says Haymitch.

As the clinking of his bag of liquor bottles fades away, I whisper, “I doubt it.”

Gale

In the woods waits the only person with whom I can be myself. Gale. I can feel the muscles in my face relaxing, my pace quickening as I climb the hills to our place, a rock ledge overlooking a valley. A thicket of berry “bushes protects it from unwanted eyes. The sight of him waiting there brings on a smile. Gale says I never smile except in the woods.

“Hey, Catnip,” says Gale. My real name is Katniss, but when I first told him, I had barely whispered it. So he thought I’d said Catnip.

We stand there, face-to-face, not meeting each other’s eyes. “You didn’t come see me in the hospital.” He doesn’t answer, so finally I just say it. “Was it your bomb?”

“I don’t know. Neither does Beetee,” he says. “Does it matter? You’ll always be thinking about it.”

He waits for me to deny it; I want to deny it, but it’s true. Even now I can see the flash that ignites her, feel the heat of the flames. And I will never be able to separate that moment from Gale. My silence is my answer.

“That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family,” he says. “Shoot straight, okay?” He touches my cheek and leaves.

Finnick

The crunching hits my ear before I even know he’s beside me, and when I turn my head, Finnick Odair’s famous sea green eyes “are only inches from mine. He pops a sugar cube in his mouth and leans against my horse.

“Hello, Katniss,” he says, as if we’ve known each other for years, when in fact we’ve never met.

“Hello, Finnick,” I say, just as casually, although I’m feeling uncomfortable at his closeness, especially since he’s got so much bare skin exposed.

“Want a sugar cube?” he says, offering his hand, which is piled high. “They’re supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They’ve got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I . . . well, if we see something sweet, we better grab it quick.”

Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then it’s over.

Johanna

Johanna Mason. […] She ruffles up her spiky hair and rolls her wide-set brown eyes. “Isn’t my costume awful? My stylist’s the biggest idiot in the Capitol. Our tributes have been trees for forty years under her. Wish I’d gotten Cinna. You look fantastic.”

Girl talk. That thing I’ve always been so bad at. Opinions on clothes, hair, makeup. So I lie. “Yeah, he’s been helping me design my own clothing line. You should see what he can do with velvet.” Velvet. The only fabric I could think of off the top of my head.

“I have. On your tour. That strapless number you wore in District Two? The deep blue one with the diamonds? So gorgeous I wanted to reach through the screen and tear it right off your back,” says Johanna.

I bet you did, I think. With a few inches of my flesh.

“I made it for you. Something to put in your drawer.” I place it in her hands. “Smell it.”

She lifts the bundle to her nose and takes a tentative sniff. “Smells like home.” Tears flood her eyes.

“That’s what I was hoping. You being from Seven and all,” I say. “Remember when we met? You were a tree. Well, briefly.”

Suddenly, she has my wrist in an iron grip. “You have to kill him, Katniss.”

“Don’t worry.” I resist the temptation to wrench my arm free.

“Swear it. On something you care about,” she hisses.

“I swear it. On my life.” But she doesn’t let go of my arm.

“On your family’s life,” she insists.

“On my family’s life,” I repeat. I guess my concern for my own survival isn’t compelling enough. She lets go and I rub my wrist. “Why do you think I’m going, anyway, brainless?”

That makes her smile a little. “I just needed to hear it.” She presses the bundle of pine needles to her nose and closes her eyes.

Prim

“You look beautiful,” says Prim in a hushed voice.

“And nothing like myself,” I say. I hug her, because I know these next few hours will be terrible for her. Her first reaping. She’s about as safe as you can get, since she’s only entered once. I wouldn’t let her take out any tesserae. But she’s worried about me. That the unthinkable might happen.

I protect Prim in every way I can, but I’m powerless against the reaping. The anguish I always feel when she’s in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face. I notice her blouse has pulled out of her skirt in the back again and force myself to stay calm. “Tuck your tail in, little duck,” I say, smoothing the blouse back in place.

Prim giggles and gives me a small “Quack.”

“Quack yourself,” I say with a light laugh. The kind only Prim can draw out of me.

First I get a glimpse of the blond braid down her back. Then, as she yanks off her coat to cover a wailing child, I notice the duck tail formed by her untucked shirt. I have the same reaction I did the day Effie Trinket called her name at the reaping. At least, I must go limp, because I find myself at the base of the flagpole, unable to account for the last few seconds. Then I am pushing through the crowd, just as I did before. Trying to shout her name above the roar. I’m almost there, almost to the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name.

And that’s when the rest of the parachutes go off.

The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. “No, Katniss! No! You can’t go!”

But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she’ll be lost as well. “Prim, let go!” And finally she does.

#thg #hunger games #Katniss everdeen #bookcomb ♥️🔎#Peeta mellark #everlark #haymitch abernathy #finnick odair #gale hawthorne #primrose everdeen #johanna mason

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Could you share your thoughts on Madge?

The screenwriters/director apparently felt she was irrelevant, but she must have a deeper meaning to the series, right?

Oh wow, thank you for the question!!!

So yes, Madge's character sure does have a deeper meaning!

On the most surface level of the story Madge acts, in part, as a characterization for Katniss. As we all know, Katniss is a pretty unreliable narrator. She seems to be under the impression that she's just like Gale but here's a prime example of why she's not. Madge is Katniss's only friend, other than Gale. And she's not just a merchant kid, she's the daughter of the mayor. While Gale has a narrow viewpoint and see things much more in black and white(she claims he understands the socioeconomic differences are just the Capitols way to divide 12, but he has a really tough time extending empathy to people he doesn’t relate to, unlike Katniss who is incredibly empathetic when she takes time to put herself in the shoes of others), Katniss actually has a more nuanced understanding about the Seam/Merchant dynamic which later extends to deeper understanding to the other tributes and even Capitol citizens all really just being victims to their circumstances. With the director ditching (mostly, Gale still has a few choice words about merchants) the whole Seam/Merchant narrative her role is vastly diminished.

The pin that Madge gives to Katniss as a district token (and later the symbol of rebellion) is so much more important in the books because of who it used to belong to, Maysilee Donner, who was Madge's aunt (her mom's twin), Katniss's mothers best friend, and partnered with Haymitch in his games. It's most likely Haymitch's own experience in surviving the arena with Maysilee as a team that gives him the idea to partner Peeta and Katniss. Without Madge most of these connections are lost.

In the metanarrative Madge represents a lot more. She, through the symbolism of her name, offers salvation through sacrifice. She gives Katniss the pin:

"His eyes land on a small, circular pin that adorns her dress. Real gold. Beautifully crafted. It could keep a family in bread for months."

And then she basically risks her life to bring pain medicine for Gale, who hasn't been particularly nice to her:

When she opens it, there’s not a squad of Peacekeepers but a single, snow-caked figure. Madge. She holds out a small, damp cardboard box to me. “Use these for your friend,” she says. I take off the lid of the box, revealing half a dozen vials of clear liquid. “They’re my mother’s. She said I could take them. Use them, please.” She runs back into the storm before we can stop her.

Madge (and Mags) is short for Margaret, which is derived from the Greek word for Pearl (pearl is derived from the Sanskrit word for Pure). Peeta and Katniss are Pearls as well, so I'll expand on the pearl theme beyond just Madge.

Pearls themselves are created through sacrifice, traditionally the life of the oyster is forfeit for the gem. In some asian cultures the pearl represented the journey of the soul or spirit along the path to perfection (The Hunger Games trilogy is a retelling of Dante's Comedies- which represents the souls journey towards Paradise- the pearl symbolically represents Katniss’s inner arc). In ancient burials, mourners placed pearls in the mouths of the deceased. Since pearls apparently contained the principles of life, they hoped they could assist the dead on their journeys beyond. Mourners also decorated burial gifts and clothes with pearls.

Pearls are mentioned a LOT in the books. Here's a few quotes:

‘Well, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls!’” Effie beams at us so brilliantly that we have no choice but to respond enthusiastically to her cleverness even though it’s wrong.

He unzips the bag, revealing one of the wedding dresses I wore for the photo shoot. Heavy white silk with a low neckline and tight waist and sleeves that fall from my wrists to the floor. And pearls. Everywhere pearls. Stitched into the dress and in ropes at my throat and forming the crown for the veil.

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain. Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight.

I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself.

Katniss putting the pearl to her lips as both the mourner and the dead. We can actually infer that the pearl is a placeholder for Peeta.

But what exactly does the pearl represent beyond the obvious? There's the biblical symbolism and then there's literary symbolism.

There's a ton of Christian symbolism in these books, probably the most obvious being the Christ-like sacrifices that Peeta makes, he sacrifices his body to provide the life saving bread, and again in the arena which after spends three days in a cave, followed by his resurrection. The trilogy follows the Divine Comedies, Katniss as the heart and caught between Gale (the body) and Peeta (the spirit).

You shall bring from your dwelling places two loaves of bread to be waved, made of two tenths of an ephah. They shall be of fine flour, and they shall be baked with leaven, as firstfruits to the Lord.

Above from the Bible, below from The Hunger Games

It was the boy. In his arms, he carried two large loaves of bread that must have fallen into the fire because the crusts were scorched black.

Below is a quote from the Bible (Revelations) describing the 12 gates of Jerusalem. It could be written off as a coincidence, 12 gates, 12 districts, except that the 8th gate is the Cotton Merchants' Gate, which correlates to District 8, which is the district that manufactures textiles and uniforms.

And the twelve gates of the city were twelve pearls; each single gate was made from one pearl. And the street of the city was pure gold, like transparent glass.

In literary symbolism Pearl, (the daughter of Hester Prynne in the Scarlet Letter), represents several things. Pearl was the physical manifestation of Hester's sin (adultery), the pregnancy therefore making it apparent she had sinned. At the same time Pearl was a blessing, as without her she would have most likely committed suicide.

“… Had they taken her away from me (Pearl), I would have willingly gone with thee into the forest, and signed my name in the Black Man’s book too, and that with mine own blood!”

This is similar to Katniss's thinking at the beginning of Mockingjay

Peeta. If I knew for sure that he was dead, I could just disappear into the woods and never look back.

Below is a quote from the end of The Scarlet Letter:

"Pearl kissed his lips. A spell was broken. The great scene of grief, in which the wild infant bore a part, had developed all her sympathies; and as her tears fell upon her father’s cheek, they were the pledge that she would grow up amid human joy and sorrow, nor forever do battle with the world, but be a woman in it. Towards her mother, too, Pearl’s errand as a messenger of anguish was all fulfilled."

And another quote from the near end of Mockingjay:

I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. “Don’t let him take you from me.” Peeta’s panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. “No. I don’t want to . . .” I clench his hands to the point of pain. “Stay with me.” His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. “Always,” he murmurs.

I delve a bit into the Divine Comedies in this post.

#anon ask #madge #madge undersee #pearl #devine comedy #mags #wistfulweaverwoman

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obsidiancreates · 1 year

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2012 get thrown into Rise Universe and The Universe is like "Don't we already have these guys? Two sets? ... Well one's incomplete, lemme fix that," and gives 2012 the same Mystic Powers as their counterparts.

Rise Boys think there's a band of villains impersonating them and causing massive amounts of public property destruction. In reality the 2012 Boys are ABSOLUTELY FREAKING OUT BY THE SUDDEN POWERS and just trying desperately to keep Mikey from setting things on fire and Raph's headslaps from destroying whole buildings and Leo from getting stuck inside random places and Donnie from unleashing a rain of mystic gunfire onto every stray animal that spooks them by accident.

Eventually Rise find them, ready for a fight, but 2012 are just tired and confused and now there's? More turtles? Who are also color-coded ninjas? Is this an alternate universe again? Hey please help us Raph tried to flick a bug off of Donnie and sent him through like five buildings and then Donnie blew up an alleyway trying to open a can of peaches and Mikey started a forest fire trying to swat a fly and Leo almost got caught because he accidentally fell through a portal he made while cutting a loaf of old bread and he ended up in the middle of the damn mayor's office.

And who are The Rise Boys to say no, especially when 2012 pulls out their secret weapon: those Sad Eyes they used to convince Splinter to let them to to the surface in Episode 1. Raph and Mikey agree to help right away while Leo and Donnie reluctantly go along.

They bring them back to their kick-ass lair that's way better than 2012's let's be real here, and Splinter and Draxum are both there trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with the TV without Donnie's help. Rise Mikey enters with a "Hi Dads so we found some stray other turtles with our powers who may or may not be Us from another universe, anyway we'll be in Raph's room if you need us okay bye!"

"... Did they just say, Other Versions Of Themselves?"

"Oh, great. Now I have to go back to calling them colors! ... Unless I call the new ones colors. Hmm..."

"You're not more concerned about this?"

"Of course I am! There are eight teenagers living in my house now! My shows will never be heard by me again!"

"And also the multiverse might be ripping apart?"

"But. Also more sons."

"No."

"... Yes."

Cue Rise Boys trying to teach 2012 Boys how to control/use the mystic powers while the 2012 Boys are still trying to process how different this world is.

"Okay Tiny Me, the key to it is viewing it as just another part of your body- are you listening?"

"Huh? Hey, why's the city so colorful right now?"

"Uh, 'cause of all the colored lights? Does yours not have them?"

"Nah. Our buildings aren't really tall enough for this many."

"Your buildings are short?! What kinda New York do you live in?!"

#tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #rottmnt #tmnt crossover

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here is a poem by polish poet Zbigniew Herbert

Report From The Besieged City

Too old to carry arms and fight like the others - they graciously gave me the inferior role of chronicler I record - I don't know for whom - the history of the siege I am supposed to be exact but I don't know when the invasion began two hundred years ago in December in September perhaps yesterday at dawn everyone here suffers from a loss of the sense of time all we have left is the place the attachment to the place we still rule over the ruins of temples spectres of gardens and houses if we lose the ruins nothing will be left I write as I can in the rhythm of interminable weeks monday: empty storehouses a rat became the unit of currency tuesday: the mayor murdered by unknown assailants wednesday: negotiations for a cease-fire the enemy has imprisoned our messengers we don't know where they are held that is the place of torture thursday: after a stormy meeting a majority of voices rejected the motion of the spice merchants for unconditional surrender friday: the beginning of the plague saturday: our invincible defender N.N. committed suicide sunday: no more water we drove back an attack at the eastern gate called the Gate of the Alliance all of this is monotonous I know it can't move anyone I avoid any commentary I keep a tight hold on my emotions I write about the facts only they it seems are appreciated in foreign markets yet with a certain pride I would like to inform the world that thanks to the war we have raised a new species of children our children don’t like fairy tales they play at killing awake and asleep they dream of soup of bread and bones just like dogs and cats in the evening I like to wander near the outposts of the city along the frontier of our uncertain freedom. I look at the swarms of soldiers below their lights I listen to the noise of drums barbarian shrieks truly it is inconceivable the City is still defending itself the siege has lasted a long time the enemies must take turns nothing unites them except the desire for our extermination Goths the Tartars Swedes troops of the Emperor regiments of the Transfiguration who can count them the colours of their banners change like the forest on the horizon from delicate bird's yellow in spring through green through red to winter's black and so in the evening released from facts I can think about distant ancient matters for example our friends beyond the sea I know they sincerely sympathize they send us flour lard sacks of comfort and good advice they don’t even know their fathers betrayed us our former allies at the time of the second Apocalypse their sons are blameless they deserve our gratitude therefore we are grateful they have not experienced a siege as long as eternity those struck by misfortune are always alone the defenders of the Dalai Lama the Kurds the Afghan mountaineers now as I write these words the advocates of conciliation have won the upper hand over the party of inflexibles a normal hesitation of moods fate still hangs in the balance cemeteries grow larger the number of defenders is smaller yet the defence continues it will continue to the end and if the City falls but a single man escapes he will carry the City within himself on the roads of exile he will be the City we look in the face of hunger the face of fire face of death worst of all - the face of betrayal and only our dreams have not been humiliated

❤️❤️

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