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latibvles · 1 year

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SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.

beautiful, tragic // amen, amen, amen.

sometimes i can’t help blaming you for leaving me here, what am i supposed to do?

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TAGLIST: @liebgotts-lovergirl , @softguarnere , @monalisastwin , @brassknucklespeirs , @mads-weasley

WARNINGS: major character death , descriptions of bombings , civilian death , gore , etc.

SUMMARY: As Christmas Eve comes around, it proves challenging for the battered medics of Bastogne to find reason to celebrate — as General McAuliffe’s response reaps lethal consequence.

She used to love Christmas

Well… used to love wouldn’t be the right term. She still does — but Christmases at home, with her brother, with Ron, with warm fires and a belly full of food. It nearly slipped her mind that Christmas was tomorrow, until Laura slipped a coin on a string to her with a soft smile and a “Merry Christmas Eve, Lieutenant.” Daisy put it on, took note of the matching one hanging from Laura’s neck — and it was the first time she smiled that morning.

It’s been four days since they were cut off, and three days since another Aid Station opened down the road with staff from 82nd Airborne and 705th Tank Destroyer. Ironically, the opening of it is an astute reminder of the Army’s lackluster medical training — filled with green replacements who make mistakes that Daisy has to amend. She doesn’t know when it was agreed upon by the officers that the enlisted would come to her for any and all questions, but she has a feeling it has to do with the ones who don’t like her very much. Now it’s just another thing on the long list of responsibilities she has to shoulder.

When the skies cleared yesterday it did little to lift her mood — but the supply drop certainly helped. Still, with men coming up to her for questions on even the most self-explanatory of procedure or direction, her patience ran thin. Poor Sergeant Lipton became victim to her outburst; she mistook him for another doe-eyed medic, but he took it in stride. He’d even cracked a joke, flashed her a smile, no harm, no foul.

“It’s bullshit and you know it, Charles.” Daisy spits out, her words sharp as they make their way down the street of the bombed out town. Lieutenant Phalen, or rather, Charles Phalen, as he asked her to call him, says nothing — so she continues. “I swear to God it’s like all those men learned was how to pester their goddamn nurses. And if Evans gives me that sideways glance one more time I’m gonna—”

“Tug his ear?” Daisy looks at him and shakes her head.

“Break his glasses.”

Charles takes a tentative glance towards the sky as an engine whirrs overhead, and Daisy looks up at it too. To her reluctant relief, she recognizes the black and white stars and stripes of the C-47. For two nights they’ve been getting hit with bombs all over town, and Daisy finds herself praying way more frequently now that the bombs don’t hit the church.

“Wonder where he’s headed,” Charles muses.

“Fiji, probably. Holiday vacations and all that.” She hears him snort beside her.

“You know a lot about vacations, Daisy?”

“Oh yeah — I’ve actually got a holiday foot massage in an hour with my best friend George Evans.” She fires back dryly, garnering another small laugh.

She can laugh and rant and curse all she likes, but none of it shakes this helpless feeling that’s long-since festered in her heart and taken root like a weed. There’s not much any of them can do, and Daisy hates that especially. That feeling that no matter how many people get back on their feet — it’ll never be enough. Trying not to give in to her own despair has proven harder as of late, with the crumbling buildings and civilian casualties demanding her attention.

The streets reek of rot. The air smells like smoke. The once-clear roads are littered with debris. It looks like the end of the world. She can only imagine what it’s like out on the line.

As they return to the Church, Daisy watches for a moment as they carry Smokey Gordon out by stretcher. They’d been so busy when he was brought in that morning, she couldn’t give Eugene more than a sympathetic look before she was being whisked away by her other duties. His eyes are half-lidded and his skin is sallow, but he’s alive, and he might get to go home. She feels Charles clap her shoulder and give it a squeeze.

“I’m gonna be with 82nd tonight, if you need anything.” He offers, and Daisy gives him a stiff nod.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She puts a hand over his and gives it a squeeze, before shaking it off to head back down into the stuffy Church, bursting at the seams with civilians and soldiers all in desperate need of a relief Daisy doesn’t know how to provide.

“There you go. Take this. Couverture? Couverture?” The French in Laura’s thick accent sounds a little strange rolling off her tongue, but something’s better than nothing. In the supplies had been some extra blankets, and they’d scavenged for what they could in the ruined buildings, washing the sheets until their fingers pruned and the water ran black with dirt and grime. Now they pass them out to the people finding shelter — elderly and women and children with dirt-smudged faces and tired eyes.

Daisy tries not to stare for too long as mothers wrap their children in the scratchy wool-covers, kissing their heads as the children let out wet coughs.

Christ, she misses her mother.

They’d be getting ready for Christmas Eve service right about how. Her mother, in her red-brown church dress and her father in a cable-knit sweater vest. And her eldest cousin, Mary, would be trying to wrangle in the other two, Abigail and Joseph. Her mother would be fretting over her father’s Christmas tie while her Aunt Marie desperately tries to calm her mother’s nerves. And the house would be warm — from Christmas lights and dinner cooking in the kitchen. It’s been two years since she walked the halls of her aunt’s stately Maryland colonial, and the thought makes her chest ache.

“Rogers, come with me. I wanna head to 82nd and see if they have any extra blankets. For the little ones.” Laura looks at her and nods.

“Sure thing!”

They make their way up the stairs and out into the frigid night quickly, and Laura hums to herself thoughtfully. Daisy looks at her with a raised brow.

“I’ve been thinkin’...” she starts out, “Tomorrow maybe a few of us could go n’ poke around, see if there’s any toys lying about that the kids might want. Since it’s Christmas n’ all. Somethin’ nice for the little ones,” The blonde suggests. Daisy smiles at that — her friend’s idea making her feel a little warmer.

“Wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Could see what we can scrounge liquor-wise for the guys. Something nicer than moonshine, maybe?” Laura’s grin grows wider at the thought.

“I like the way you think, Dais,” She throws her arm over Daisy’s shoulder, pulling her into her side as the lights from the other Aid station come into view around the corner. “That really oughta—”

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Their eyes snap up as 88s light up the sky, and make out the silhouette of planes. Then, there’s the familiar orange glow further in town — just like the one in Holland. Her blood turns to ice. A whistle pierces through the air and then…

She watches as a building goes up in a burst of brilliant orange flames. Her heartbeat picks up. It’s dangerously close to the Church and before she can register it, Laura’s taking off down the road.

“Rogers! Rogers!” Daisy calls out. The girl whips her head back, eyes lit up with courage.

“We’ve gotta get ‘em out of there, Dais!” Another whistle. Another explosion that shakes the ground. Daisy can’t look away. She takes a breath and nods. She’s right. No matter how much she wants to keep this woman close to her — she knows she’s right.

“I’m getting Phalen and some other guys and we’re gonna get everybody out, okay?”

“Yes ma’am!”

Daisy turns and takes off into the Aid Station. The able-bodied are ducked under tables and other means of cover. Her head whips around in search of Charles, calling out his name until the man comes from one of the off rooms of this building.

Another boom.

“What is it, Clarke?” he asks. Her face feels hot.

“We’re evacuating the people in the Church. Bombs are hitting way too close and I—,” Whistle. Boom. “Look. I just need guys, alright?! And a jeep.” Charles nods, his expression changing from concern to determination. He barks out a few names, and a couple medics spring up as he gives orders to each of them.

“I’ll get you that jeep.” He decides on, giving her shoulder another squeeze.

“Thank you.” Daisy responds, and she’s dashing out the door once again.

There’s fire, a lot of it. And screaming. Cries for people to clear the roads and get out mixed with the popping sound of 88s and the powerful groans of jet engines. She lifts her arms to cover her head as she runs, heart pounding in her ears, drowning out the cacophony. Gotta get back, she repeats, gotta make it back. As she approaches she sees specks in the distance rushing out of the building. She thinks she can make out those precious red crosses, and Laura’s blonde head as she rushes inside when—

Whistle. Boom.

The force of the explosion on her left is enough to thrust her into the opposing wall. Her head slams into the brick. Her ears are ringing. Glass and debris slice her skin and sting her eyes. Everything is muffled. She can’t see through the cloud of dust — she shuts her eyes. For a moment, Daisy just sits there in a daze. When she lifts her fingers to her temple, it’s warm and wet. She can taste blood in her mouth and her tongue aches.

“Get out! Quickly!”

“Clear the road! Outta the way!”

A flash of orange behind her eyelids, the screeching of tires. Her legs feel a little shaky. Gotta get up, she desperately tries to will herself into it. Stand up. Keep pushing forward. She holds her breath for a moment, pressing her palm into the brick and pushing herself up on trembling legs, squinting to see through the clouds of dust. Daisy takes a tentative step forward, and then another, forcing herself through the cloud and opening her eyes fully as she does so.

As three men stumble out of the Church, scattering to the wind, she brings a hand to her mouth.

It’s completely caved in — glass shattered and littering the ground. Dust pluming. A lump forms in her throat as she stumbles forward.

“Laura..?” Daisy whispers, her voice cracking as she approaches the entryway.

“Daisy?” Daisy whips her head around, only for her eyes to meet Eugene’s. He rushes forward, towards her and the debris as a medic warns them against it, falling to his knees and pulling out a familiar blue scarf. Daisy’s fingers ghost the coin hanging from her neck with trembling hands. She feels like she might be drowning. The throbbing of her head becomes a distant pain in comparison to the piercing pain in her chest.

“Gene, I—” Daisy struggles to find the words, grasping at something, anything, praying it isn’t real. “Renee and— Laura was right here. I saw her go inside and— and my nurses, and the women and the children. They were all…” she trails off, staring at the rubble with a quivering lip.

She feels a hand curl around her own in a death-grip. Squeezing tight enough for it to hurt. She doesn’t care. She looks at Eugene — his eyes aren’t glassy, but they hold the same grief that’s splitting her apart.

“Easy needs a medic.” He murmurs. Despite his grip, she squeezes back with all the strength she can muster, giving him a nod.

“Medic! Get your ass out here!” Eugene turns his head to look, and she follows, watching a man as he darts away. Then he’s climbing down the pile of rubble, and leading her with him. She doesn’t let go of his hand, not until they pile into a jeep headed back out onto the line, and even then she says nothing. She and Gene exchange looks, but nothing more. She wants to hold his hand again — but doesn’t. Daisy doesn’t even cry.

She says nothing when the jeep pulls into the woods she’s never been in before — not when they get out, and not when Liebgott practically springs out of his foxhole, scruffier with a bright red nose and a look of excitement that immediately shifts to worry upon seeing the state of her.

“Holy shit, Dais, what’re you doing out here?” He whispers. Eugene clears his throat.

“Can she share your foxhole t’night, Liebgott?” And then, shifting his eyes back to Daisy, “We can… talk to Captain Winters in the morning.” Daisy nods at that, weakly, as Joe places his hands on her shoulders, guiding her back towards the hole he sprung up from. When was the last time she’d slept in a foxhole? It had to be Normandy.

They slump into it, Joe placing an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. He’s warm, and familiar, and Daisy finds herself leaning into him.

“I slapped my father,” she whispers, her voice cracking in all the wrong places. Joe turns to look at her. She can feel his gaze on the top of her head, burning through her. “I almost died tonight and… and his last memory would’ve been of me slapping him before I got on the train.” There’s a heavy silence for a moment, before his fingers dig into her arm a little bit.

“But you made it.” Joe responds, definitive, in a way that makes her ache for home.

She stares at the dirt wall — and sees a dreamlike woman, with soft blonde hair and sky blue eyes. A smile to die for, an ability to charm almost everybody she ever met. A kid brother at home, a father, so determined to make it — she remembers that first day, when Daisy pressed her fingers into her back to push her over the finish line. Their first night out. The first time she followed Daisy without question, back in Holland. They were supposed to find toys and whiskey tomorrow, for the kids and the men.

But she didn’t, is what she says, except it comes out as a strangled sob. And then another one, that lurches her body forward, and before she knows it, she’s sobbing and hiccuping and Joe’s pulling her fully into his arms — so she’s sobbing into his chest now, incoherent and blubbering. Daisy can barely breathe, gripping onto him for dear life and trying to stifle her cries into his jacket. It hurts. She feels like she's drowning and scrambling for air, only for a hand to maliciously shove her down again and hold her under the water until her lungs cry out. Over and over, just when she thinks things could be a little okay, something happens for her to be proven stupidly, horrifically, wrong. And she hates it.

Joe says nothing, rubbing circles into her back, kissing the top of her head and keeping her close in a way that's so familiar it makes her cry harder. It's only then, that he tells her, soft as ever, to just breathe. Daisy doesn't know if she can do that.

She doesn’t know when she falls asleep — but it’s somewhere between the sobbing and a prayer

#fic // sad beautiful tragic #band of brothers fic #ronald speirs fic #ronald speirs x ofc #ronald speirs x oc #hbo war oc #hbo war fic #band of brothers oc #band of brothers ofc #yeah I didn’t write for like three days after writing this #because my heart was #quite frankly #BROKEN #and I was left in shambles because of it

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blitzwhore · 19 days

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It's always fun experiencing severe mental illness symptoms because of fiction, eh?

#helluva boss #Stolitz #helluva boss spoilers #helluva spoilers #I feel like I've finally managed to stabilise myself #Which is impressive. It's taken less than 24h. Thank you therapy #Last time a fandom left me emotionally in shambles (the last of us 2) it took me days to overcome the anxiety #Anyway the reason I'm talking about this is to hopefully give some visibility to the fact that this kind of thing can happen #When you struggle with mental illness #I'm not posting to vent or because I need help or anything! I'm fine!#But I do want others to know that it's okay if you're not fine because of something fictional you really care about and you're not alone #This is your reminder to think back to techniques that have helped you handle anxiety before if you're feeling shaken or on edge now #You got this!!!

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catchyhuh · 2 months

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Z. ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE?

NO none of them would hide a zombie bite. yes, they are all not super great people and certainly nobody the average motherfucker would want to be stuck with during the end of the world but they aren’t THAT selfish!

these are kind of more of a bummer than i expected/intended umm i don't think they need any. tws or anything but just. general warning. WARNING: kind of a bummer

lupin:

does not entirely take the reality of the situation seriously at first. i know sometimes i lean too much into silly unbothered-by-it-all lupin, but really, in this situation, he’s going to be so disbelieving in the initial stages that he’d waltz up to one, go “wow! the makeup department is even better this time around!” and nearly get his pinky finger bitten off. THEN he locks down

still a bit more reckless than he should be, but that’s just because honestly he has the skills to back him up. he’s like sitting on top of a building with his legs dangling over the edge, a pack of zombies under him just BARELY missing his dinky little shoes, and when jigen comes over and goes DUDE he’s like WHAT? WHAT’RE THEY GONNA DO

if it’s taking any mental toll on him, beyond the, y’know, WILD AMOUNT OF DEATH AND DECAY SURROUNDING THEM, it’s very muted. his pleasant attitude isn’t really a fabrication, but beyond that, lupin never really lets himself linger on “who could’ve been saved” for his own sanity. there’s always a few examples that hit, not including the times he’s thought his friends have died (but he’s also strangely passive and accepting about their death while grieving in those situations too BUT THAT’S FOR ANOTHER TIME) but more than the weird, isolated feeling an apocalypse brings, if anything is going to keep him up for an hour or two longer than usual once a week, it’s going to be the amount of people disappearing

jigen:

very much the most blunt about it as he is with most things. what this really means though is, while all of them would stare at you flatly if you tried to call them anything BUT zombies, jigen is the only one who will actually lean his head back, his hands covering his face, and groan, “oh my fucking god”

jigen is already a bit of a… kind of “made his peace with it” nihilist, compared to the others. jigen was never into this great cool thief thing because it would get his name in really, this isn’t going to change things up for him too much, as he only really likes less than ten people on planet earth total, most of which he never sees anyway, he’s not really tied down to one spot, he doesn’t seem too bothered with chilling out by himself for a bit, he keeps watch when the others are sleeping anyways, REALLY, THIS ALL LINES UP WITH HIS RESUME PRETTY WELL

REALLY ALL THINGS CONSIDERED A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE GOES ABOUT AS WELL AS IT POSSIBLY CAN FOR A GUY LIKE HIM. even beyond taking the above into account, he’s. the gun guy. he knows how to use almost every kind of gun. the primary, most effective way to take out zombies. like jeez man he’d just be coasting through this

the only thing that could really make this have an effect on him is if one of the others got infected. he’d act irrationally, for once, maybe try to hide them away and figure out where some kinda cure was coming, but if it really was too late, he’d be just as capable of the mercy gunshot to the headTHESE ARE SUCH CHEERFUL HCS

fujiko:

my man this woman is just numb past a point. you think a zombie apocalypse is changing her tuesday plans? well, maybe it will a little, granted that the restaurant she was planning to go to caught fire and exploded but um. MENTALLY, EMOTIONALLY, it’s whatever! like on any given day, her only concern outside of herself is lupin n the gang, because deep down she enjoys the company of these weirdos, and more than that, what’s more miserable than attempting to survive a zombie apocalypse? surviving it by YOURSELF

not to reduce the Girl One to the Girl Traits (god knows tms does that enough!) but joking aside her first response is definitely a muted “eugh. gross.” like let’s be honest everyone is thinking it when they see a guy who’s jaw is hanging off the tendon but only fujiko can say what everybody’s thinking, smelling that rotten skin and just seeing the state of the environment and corpses walkin about. and that thing is “Yuck.”

the whole “self-serving cool one woman band” thing doesn’t totally work in a societal collapse unfortunately, but it does add a necessary layer of realism to the situation. fujiko isn’t hiding a bite. NOT THAT SHE’D MANAGE TO GET BIT LMAO but in the event of she would just look at it, like on her arm, pause, and hold it out for the others to see. no point pretending nothing’s wrong and if the shoe was on the other foot she’d rip a guy limb from limb if they didn’t disclose that information lol

goemon:

somebody is going to have to get used to long range combat really fucking quickly because otherwise things are going to get bad INCREDIBLY FAST. he’s likely never going to pick up a gun even in a situation like this, but maybe he’ll take up throwing axes or some shit. maybe some robin hood shit? anything to stay loyal to the grind

this might be the thing it takes to make goemon really, truly break out of his shell. ISN’T THAT INSANE TO SAY and make no mistake, it’s not a complete 180 on the goemon we know and love, nothing that’d make the others turn around and look him over like ‘what. thing has possessed you’, but suddenly you start to become more talkative and less ambiguous when you realize this could genuinely be the last time you see your best friend.

yknow what though. those “my grandma said xyz helps with the flu” remedies would probably be pretty damn helpful in this situation. but make no mistake goemon’s first course of action is “raid a walgreens” and THEN we can move onto “mint helps with nausea.” seriously though it really does and i have to imagine 90% of people would be pretty damn nauseous being surrounded by the grossness of a situation like this! get a nice mug get some mint tea and then get to sippin!

hey. not to bring up the sword twice but can zantetsuken-fueled amputation stop the spread of a zombie bite infection. let’s find out! it’d be such a precise, clean job too, very reliable. actually can you fucking imagine being the other person in that situation, getting your arm cut off in a zombie apocalypse, and then the guy calls it “a worthless object.” i’d hop off the table and start shouting

zenigata:

i know i said all of them are assholes and yes this includes him but being completely transparent he’s GOING to die protecting somebody if nobody stops him. you ever see that bit in alcatraz connection where he tells lupin to shoot him through the heart point blank just because it will ALSO take down the bad guy who was holding him captive? you see the way he panics and throws himself in front of just anything when he sees somebody even SLIGHTLY weaker in danger? oh he’s going to die BUT NOT IF OUR OTHER GUYS HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT! BECAUSE LET’S BE HONEST HE IS VALUABLE

he can make all those trinkets and shit, he’s a medical miracle, his voice carries from across HUGE distances, he has an incredible talent for showing up in places he should not at all be able to get into somehow-- there’s lots of plausible deniability to “why did you guys show up” without any of the four flatout admitting that they kind of like him sometimes :)

again we are locking the FUCK down. you ever marathon part 2 and then get randomly hit with sudden excruciatingly serious zeni. okay imagine that that switch kind of busted and now rather than that being the exception, goofy zeni is the new rare sighting. i know, i know, truly i’m forcing you to imagine dark times. but really man i’m serious if the gang or yata doesn’t get a grip on him first he’s GOING to DIE

anyway speaking of our guy i was going to include yata too and then realized he doesn’t deserve the misery i accidentally placed on these guys. I JUST LIKE ZOMBIE MOVIES I DIDN’T MEAN FOR THIS TO GO SO SOMBER I PROMI

#zombie stories are so fun because you get to see some crazy ass sides to characters you would never expect!#i read that sonic comic and it left me in shambles for weeks!#lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin #jigen #fujiko #goemon #zenigata

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gontagokuhara · 4 months

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gundham whipping out an insane rendition of seth macfarlane’s version of “my way” and absolutely gagging everyone at jabberwock talent show night

#dr #for what is a MOUSE…….WHAT HAS HE GOT……if not HIMself than he has NAUGHT……#to say the THIIIIINGS he truly feels…….and not the words of ONE WHO KNEELS…….the record SHOWS i took the BLOOOOOOOOWS #AND DIIIIIIIIIIID IT #MYYYYYYYYYY WAAAAAAAAAAAAY #island left in shambles. ibuki on her hands and knees. sonia passed out ragdolled on the floor because she went too crazy #evan if u see this……well u already know where this came from

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claratyler · 4 months

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Do you ever think about how pets only live like 12-17 years, which is NOTHING, and somehow you're lucky enough to coincide and share those ≈15 years with your very own specific kitty or doggy? How wonderful is that. Out of the entire history of time, they're only here for a few years, and we have the honor to be there with them

#god its been over a week. im literally in shambles. thought i was doing 'better'#cause i didnt cry for like 3 days but now its happening again and i miss her so much #i miss her so much what i wouldnt give to hug her and give her a little treat #or hell even take her out to pee at 3 am #or be annoyed by her barking at 6 am because she wants company and my mom left #or give her her medicine which WAS SO HARD TO GIVE HER OMG #or give her the physiotherapy that the vet recommended literally the day before she died that we never got to really do on her #other than that very night #god i miss my baby so much :( she was a mixed dog #prominent type was chihuahua but god knows what other combinations were there #she was so unique literally never seen a dog like that ever anywhere #precisely bc god knows what combination of dog races she was #oh my baby :(#animal death #pet death #pet grief #she was with me since i was 8 years old #and now im 24 #i cant imagine never seeing her again ever again :(#please come back baby 😭

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magicstormfrostfire · 2 months

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#i spent like 2 years trying to find a way out of the friend group i was in #nothing did anything to me specifically i just didnt like how everything changed and how people left and were divided #it just wasnt the same #but now that its been a few months and I finally got out #due to my own reasons and personal life issues #i keep thinking about going back just because its REALLY silent in my day to day life #and since my personal life is in shambles rn my therapist suggested focusing on things I enjoy and people I like #and friends are awesome for that #but I dont know how to find a new group to be in #preferably one that shares my hyperspecific interests of Sonic this time #like one on one friendships make me uncomfortable I just want a group I can chat with and pop in and out of #just someplace I can go when I want to talk to people #but its hard #it feels nigh impossible to find new friends

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alien-ally · 8 months

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#because ep 4 left me in shambles #my personal weatherman #taikan yoho #how is this show this good first of all #like what #EVERY ep feels like the penultimate ep of most shows #and i say that cause usually penultimate eps usually have the most tension and anticipation #cause that’s when the resolution happens #and last ep is not as exciting cause you know it’ll be mostly fluff #then what did they put in THIS SHOW #atsuki mashiko #higuchi kouhei #cant believe i dint tag em in my prev mpw posts #please the both of you i hope you sleep knowing you absolutely tore this shit to shreds #no i actually want you to remember everyday #also i fill kill fight hunt anything for yoh #but DONT CRY #CANT STAND IT #and segasaki haha #haha #what an exquisite splendid spectaculor of a character you are #stop this now #it’s too good and i wont know how to express my emotions #MUSIC TAKES THE WIN FOR NOW #bgm during the couch scene and man-san flying hair scene #infuriating #infuriated #aa mine #Spotify

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chichikoi · 2 months

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I'm so fucking upset I didn't even cry this much for ACOTAR bro and its fucking acotar

#♔ — spam !#tog #has me #in shambles #i just #finished reading #empire of storms #i know thats crazy i only have two books left and i started reading this like..#6 days back #But im so fucking devastated #tw spoilers #the way rowan was in denial because he wanted to honour lyria #good god im so devastated

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Okay so Moriarty the Patriot is on my list of stuff to watch. What is it about??

*vibrates on the spot so fast I'm a blur* kjlarekjakjreajkr I'm so happy you asked, AHH!

So! If you're familiar with Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot follows Sherlock's greatest Rival: William James Moriarty- a brilliant Mathematician who's also secretly a crime consultant! He assists those who've been wronged by corrupted nobles and can't do much on their own- usually in rather devious means ending in some form of death for said corrupted.

The show's full of so many great characters, intricate plans, beautiful faces and oh god some of the lines spoken! 🥰🥰🥰 I highly recommend checking it out if you get the chance!

Plus- this could just be me- but how can one look at a pretty face like William's and NOT want to watch it? 👀

#squiggily speaks #ask #duckymcdoorknob #friend :3 #anime talks #anime recs #It's so freaking good AHHH!#The manga's great tooo!#I'm super jazzed because I finished it and that ending left me in shambles #I loved it though #definitely worth the watch!

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whump-it-like-its-hot · 3 months

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Heading to school now to finalize my decision to retake the year. Set your bets NOW on whether I’ll start crying again, completely shut down and will be unable to speak, or the third, secret option! (Not even I know what the third secret option is yet, but we’ll see!)

#it’s so funny like. this is entirely my decision #I don’t have to retake the year. but if things keep going like this I’m going to crash ceremoniously into a wall by the time #finals come around. so yeah #my parents straightup had no opinion on the matter and I don’t know whether to be glad or upset about that?#because like. yeah sure they didn’t scream or flip their shit. but I don’t want to have to make decisions like that without any #outside perspective yknow #but it’s been like that for years honestly #they’re completely uninvolved in everything I do basically #like my brother in Christ I’ve exclusively used a different name in school for over two years and you literally never noticed #it says my chosen name on all my projects! my assignments! everywhere #honestly I knew I could get away with it because they’d just be completely uninterested in what I do anyway lol #*lol #but. yeah #my portfolio is severely lacking and I can’t just catch that up like that #as I said my mental health is in shambles and our mental health support in this country is even worse off #and I honestly just feel kind of left alone in this decision making shit #like sure I’m an adult! but it’s not like I had much support with my decisions even before I was #no support while making a decision and only judgement after you make the decision #tbf the whole reason I’m so upset about this decision is because it means I’ll have to live at home for another year #I’d be a-okay with taking the rest of the semester off to get myself back on track and then put all I have into retaking the year #but like this I just feel really fucking tired #oops I guess this turned into a little bit of a #vent #sorry oops #delete later

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givemewallywestorgivemedeath · 2 years

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It's so unmistakenly Wally that when faced with a civilization like Savoth that idolizes Jay Garrick and Barry Allen as gods and based their entire constitution & democratic system around Jay and Barry, Wally just goes 'Sounds about right. Carry on 👍' but when he's faced with the exact same situation but he's the one being worshipped, he starts throwing books at them and freaks out.

The parallels between Savoth and the 64th century and the differences in how Wally handles them are just so him.

Savoth is a planet whose civilization was rescued by Jay Garrick. Jay helped free them from their oppressors and later Barry did the same. As a result the residents of Savoth regard the Flash family as gods and have entire religious ceremonies based around them. They even attempted to connect their people to the speedforce. Everyone there wears Flash based clothing and the buildings are all decked out in red and yellow and lighting bolts. The people of Savoth originally accidentally called the Flash to them with a speedforce machine.

Now, the 64th century has a civilization that was rescued by Wally West. Wally helped free them from their oppressors. As a result the residents of the 64th century regard the Flash family as gods and have entire religious ceremonies based around them. They even attempted to connect their people to the speedforce. Everyone there wears Flash based clothing and the buildings are all decked out in red and yellow and lighting bolts. The people of the 64th century originally accidentally called the Flash to them with a speedforce machine.

Seems pretty similar, right? Seems like Wally should react to them in the same way, right? Wrong.

Wally also idolizes Jay and Barry and he also thinks of them as gods in a way so he had absolutely no problem with Savoth at all. Even when he became the Flash and started receiving the same treatment he didn't mind because in his mind they weren't idolizing him, they were idolizing Jay and Barry's legacy.

He even introduced them to Bart because it was important to him that Jay and Barry's legacy lived on to the next generation.

But with the 64th century, it was just Wally's Flash legacy being worshipped.

And he could not handle that

Savoth bowed to the Flash and that was fine with Wally. Savoth wore Flash clothing and that was fine with Wally. Savoth had Flash symbols and Flash statues everywhere and that was fine with Wally. But make it about him instead of Barry and Jay? Suddenly it's a problem.

Wally threw a library's worth of books at them in hopes that they'd base their civilization around someone else. He told them that he wasn't a god and then ran like hell. He also trashed their speedforce machine on the way out so that they couldn't call him back or give themselves superspeed.

If you worship Barry or Jay then Wally will join you and have a blast. If you worship Wally then Wally will have an existential crisis, break your society/belief system and never return ever again.

#i will say that Jay set up Savoth to thrive as a society #and Jay and Barry set up in the constitution that a Flash can never interfere with Savoth's laws #so Savoth was fairly independent and put together #meanwhile wally just kinda toppled and authoritarian dictatorship and left #then came back to a civilization in shambles that had clung to his legacy like a security blanket #and took his every word as law #so there were definitely differences and Wally was right to be concerned #but ditching them and leaving them with another power vacuum because you can't handle the pressure was not the solution wally #kid flash #the flash #dc #wally west #dc comics

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