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manga-meow · 1 year
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dasistblod · 3 months
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This episode was so good but let's not overlook the horror of the bombed out town.
We've seen bombs, saints dropped from the heavens, making sacrifices of whomever is near.
These people did not get eaten by a saint. They did not feed a god. They were not part of a miracle. Their deaths had *no meaning* in context of this world. They were ordinary people dying excruciating, but ultimately *ordinary* deaths.
That's what freaks Val out, that's what is horrid and terrifying to her. Yes she's a Saint, but she's clearly still Val to some degree, and the pure fear of dying for NOTHING scares her, just like it scared Carpenter right before the above mentioned Saint-Bomb.
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s-is-for-simp · 1 month
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Gushing Over Magical Girls
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vivificanousprime · 3 months
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Since I'm running behind on Logical Proposals updates, I thought I might share one of my new favorite things I've ever written:
Soundwave let his helm lull backward. The mirror behind him distorted his exposed features. There was a slight dent in the wall that warped the glass and, with it, his head. He traced the new curves of the top of his helm and what little face could be reflected like he was analyzing a stranger. Those eyes had barely seen the world unprotected by a visor, yet the softer plating around them crinkled. Little fractures of time and use. The outside corners, especially, curved like a laugh and folded like a leer. The optics themselves were dim. Their red glow matched his spark’s light, and as such, they bared the same numb mourning of an old mech accustomed to grief. Yet, there was a brightness seeping through the intricate detailings undeniably youthful. Like an old mech who’d known too much joy to ever truly feel despair. The helm was no better off. And no worse. Had Soundwave not been intimately aware how guarded those eyes had been, he couldn’t have distinguished the difference in integrity.
Like...I wrote this? This metaphor for how, though faith can be integral to a person's being, it can't protect them from life? How physical and mental war affects a person in similar ways? And how, in spite of the way trauma/life in general/hardships impact someone, one's methods of coping or finding hope (in Soundwave's case, faith and younglings) will shine through their cracks as lovely little features to focus on?
My therapist says I need to get better about letting myself feel accomplished, so here I am being proud of a thing. :) Can't wait to get this chapter published!
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wildgeese98 · 3 months
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The Silt Verses is out here destroying my mind once again. Jesus christ, I'm gonna need like a week to think about it before I can have any coherent thoughts about this episode. For now all I'll say is the sound editing in this show continues to be absolutely nuts. I'm not usually a media evangelist but everyone should listen to this damn show.
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sairee · 5 months
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Meeting the family (Ghost x Soap)
Ghost learns more about the name "Johnny" when he finally visits Soap's family for Christmas.
Chapter 37 excerpt of Don't Let Me Go.
(context: Eileen - mum, Fiona - cousin)
Ghost spent the next few minutes watching everyone pass around the delicious smelling dishes, relieved that their attention was not on him for the moment. Unfortunately, Ghost should have expected that this would have been short lived.
After a few bites, Eileen leaned forward on her elbows and linked her fingers together. “So, Simon… how did you two meet?”
“He’s also a trainer on the base for new recruits,” Soap replied quickly.
Ghost looked over to Soap, trying to gauge what exactly he had told his family and how much of the truth they really knew about his job. Both their jobs. God, it was so dumb of him to just show up; they hadn’t discussed any of this.
Soap gave him a knowing look and a small nod, encouraging Ghost to play along.
“Well… yeah. We work together… at the base.”
“What do you teach?” Fiona asked.
“Hand-to-hand,” Ghost said, as it was the first thing that popped into his mind. It wasn’t technically a lie. He had taught hand-to-hand before.
“That’s cool. Any specialities? Karate? Jiu-jitsu?”
“A little bit of everything. Mostly self-defence.” 
“Have you known each other long?” Eileen asked, calm and pointed, her gaze unwavering from his face.
She really wasn’t pulling her punches.
“Well…” Ghost trailed off, stalling to consider what to say. “We met fairly recently I would say, Johnny and I.”
In an instant, Ghost could palpably feel the entire atmosphere in the room shift as everyone stopped eating to stare at him. Lorna shifted in her seat. Fiona whipped her head over to them, her fork still hanging in the air. Eileen tilted her head as she continued to watch Ghost with curious scrutiny.
Fuck. Ghost said something he shouldn’t have fucking said. Even Soap next to him was slightly more tense as he sat up straighter. What the fuck had he done? A million scenarios ran through Ghost’s head, each one worse than the last. His eyes flicked between everyone at the table, searching for an unspoken answer.
The one second of loud silence lasted an eternity.
“Sorry. Did I say something?” Ghost asked with uncertainty.
Eileen huffed out a short laugh and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, easing some of the tension that Ghost felt but he was still racked with confusion. “No, it’s just we haven’t heard that name in years.”
Ghost thought about what name she could be referring to.
Johnny?
Ghost looked back at Soap who glanced down at his plate and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
Eileen continued speaking. “When John was about… ten or eleven I want to say… he woke up one day having randomly decided that he no longer wanted to be called Johnny and started demanding that he be called John instead. It honestly took everyone by surprise, this sudden shift, and he would get very upset if anyone called him by Johnny. I got a few cold shoulders when I slipped up at the beginning of the switch over. He even got into a physical fight or two at school due to the whole thing.”
This recounting of events completely contradicted everything that Ghost had experienced. Although, looking back at it… Soap never let anyone call him Johnny. Not even Alejandro when they were still in Mexico. He’d never even heard the Captain use it. No one.
No one except for Ghost.
Eileen shrugged her shoulders. “I guess he decided to grow up. It’s interesting to hear again. That’s all. Very interesting…” She went back to eating and so did everyone else. Ghost felt Soap grab his hand from underneath the table and he gave Ghost an apologetic squeeze.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” Eileen asked, gesturing to the spread of food.
“No. No, thank you,” Ghost politely denied. “I look forward to when I’m hungry again so I can eat it. I’ll have some tomorrow morning.”
“You better,” she said jokingly.
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Ghost turned around to face Soap who had just sat down on the bed with a light grunt. As he looked back at the trophy, he saw the engraving John MacTavish. A question suddenly popped into Ghost’s mind.
“Why did you let me call you Johnny this whole time if you never liked it?” he asked, looking over at Soap.
Soap shrugged casually. “It never bothered me when you said it.”
“…really?”
Soap could sense his doubt. “Okay, I mean maybe at the very beginning, but we had other things to deal with in Mexico that were more pressing at the time. I figured I’d eventually get around to it. But once we finally took down Hassan, I guess… I’d sort of gotten used to hearing it… ya know? And I started to realize that I did like it. From you at least.”
“So, I should keep calling you Johnny?”
“I like when you so, aye.”
Full chapter a03.
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spyxfamilysmol · 8 months
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fyeahbachisagi · 1 year
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Just thinking about how, although Isagi is often depicted with this surprised expression on his face whenever Bachira clings onto him, he doesn't reject his touches at all.
From the end of chapter 37:
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And then he just carries him in chapter 38:
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And then he gets so comfortable with it that he holds Bachira back (chapter 122)
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He's not even shocked anymore whenever Bachira holds him (chapter 151)
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aucasaurus · 4 months
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everyryuujisuguro · 21 days
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manga-meow · 1 year
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dasistblod · 3 months
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Adjudicators: hey check it out we made a sentient nuke
Sentient nuke: hey fuck you, I hate you
Adjudicators: uh oh
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basedkikuenjoyer · 6 months
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Rest of OP Academy 37 came out last week. Solid wrap-up for Koby it seems, we had a big nod to the "fight" at the end of Shell Town. Everyone saw these two scrap to cement Koby's reputation as a goody-two-shoes. I think the joke is he & Helmeppo will now be the disciplinary squad thing for this universe. Check the snazzy armbands. Tracks well with Student Council Cipher Pol.
This time though we get the charming piggy-back ride home after. Which Garp catches. It's a fun conclusion, feels like Koby's moving away from his deuteragonist role a bit with it as well. Y'all know who I want for a new story though.
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sileana · 1 month
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Guys I think things might be getting out of hand.
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