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I saw so many posts about this last year but I haven't seen anyone give an update about him so here it is.
Ralph Yarl, a 16 year old Black boy in Missouri who was shot by a white man in April 2023 because he rang the doorbell of the wrong house when he went to pick up his younger brothers, survived being shot in the head and arm. He was still conscious after being shot, going door to door trying to find help, everybody but one person shut the door in his face.
He is now 17 and has a spot in Missouri's all-state-band, he plays the clarinet and saxophone.
#Ralph Yarl#black lives matter#punk#racism#cw shooting#no one is free until we are all free#antiblackness#blm#white supremacy#2023#missouri#kansas city#gun violence#hate crime#justice for ralph yarl
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Es T1 Cover - Hibana
Hey there! Milgram covers, huh? They're really interesting! I've decided to look at all of them and give my thoughts on each, and while I thought about doing it all in just one post, I'm gonna separate them because why not. Anyways, this time I'll talk about Es' only cover (of songs not originally from Milgram), Hibana! Let's see how our favorite Warden connects to this song.
CW Allusions to guns and shooting
(Note: 'Hibana' means spark)
Hibana has the singer speaking to their lover about an issue with their relationship, which is how the lover struggles to express their opinions and make decisions for fear of disagreeing with the singer.
Now now, time to mute all complaints,
Hesitating over stupid things.
(Translation)
Basically, they consider a love without disagreements "incomplete." If you truly love someone, then you have to accept their views even when you disagree, right? To love someone fully, you need to know them fully.
It’s “incomplete”, I’ll say it time and time again.
nanananananananana
Amidst a love that missed hitting “NO”
Even if it causes the singer anxiety and distress by the nature of disagreements, it's needed for their relationship to flourish. The spark in the title refers to the spark of love, but also to the spark of two objects colliding with each other.
I don’t want to harbor a love that will never end,
Come on, properly fill me more with anxiety.
I’d like you to act your part at peek a boo,
Come on, answer to what I ask more properly!
I don’t want to love a weak-minded love,
Come on, make it hurt more properly.
Going so far it’s no longer funny, is surely much more enjoyable,
Come on, melt me more properly!
(Note: Peek a boo is a game where you hide with your hands, but then reveal your face again. Thus, 'playing their part at peek a boo' means revealing their 'face', their opinions)
You can sorta see where the connection to Es is, once you consider most of these songs are abstracted so the romantic/sexual partner represents something else and the relationship is not literal. Es is singing this to themselves, asking themselves to be sure and confident in their judgement of the prisoners. That's what the love likely represents, too. Es doesn't want to hesitate, they want to be able to forgive and not forgive with the conviction a Good Warden ought to have.
[Imposter Boulevard] (Kazui T2 VD)
Es: I'm the Guard. If I forgive you, I forgive you. If I don't, I don't.
There's no other factors to it.
[Baptism of Fire] (Fuuta T2 VD)
Es: I am the Guard of MILGRAM, the one who judges your sins. It's not just you and Mahiru – I've faced all ten of you prisoners with my own life. Don't lump me in with someone like you, who used someone's sins for cheap entertainment!
Steadfast in their opinions, not to be swayed by whatever the prisoners say, not to let themselves get tempted by the idea of compromise. They can't be a perfectionist, they need to be unafraid of mistakes.
Knock knock, ‘with this it's a tie’,
Confined within unfilled time.
Perfectionism turns smoky,
With an echoing voice I’m feeling vertigo and monotony.
But there's also an interesting implication. Because the disagreement and the steadfast opinions are necessary, but they're also distressing. In the song's original context, that's just the nature of disagreement, but here Es would be disagreeing with themselves.
Shoot up that head...
The imagery of shooting in the head referenced in the song art is about this anxiety and hurt induced by disagreement.
But for Es, they're stressed by the weight of their decisions, by the impact their judgement can have on the prisoners. Hibana brings up this conflict front and center.
[TASK] (Kotoko T1 VD)
Kotoko: You are not the executioner who convicts people for their sin. The person who offers to save the murderers who deserve to be forgiven.. It's also you.
Es: Aaah.. Mm.. *shallow gasping*
K: Come, Es… then, listen to my sin…
E: *gasp* Prisoner number 10.. Kotoko.. Come..! Sing… your… sins… *sob*
[Baptism of Fire]
Es: I didn't wish for you to get a punishment like this! And I didn't instruct Kotoko to do that, either. Punishments executed through violence…
Fuuta: Huh…
E: I didn't think it would turn out this way.
[Love is (Un)Dead] (Mahiru 2nd VD)]
Es: …I'm sorry. I'm responsible for the fact that you've ended up like this.
Mahiru:*Coughing, heavy breathing*
E: It was my decision not to forgive you. I don't intend to deny that. But… the fact that I couldn't predict Kotoko's actions was a failure on my end.
M:*Heavy breathing*
E: If I had known that it would turn out like this… [...]
M: Yeah. Es-kun, you're working so hard… You're doing great.
E: ...!
M: …Oh my… are you crying? Es-kun…
God I love Es so much. I am so mad we don't have a cover specifically for them in Trial 2.
Anyways, that's the gist of it. Since these songs weren't written for Milgram, analyzing the general themes and topics is more important than going deep into each and every lyric, so I think this is a decent overview of this one. Hope it was good enough! Take care!
#milgram#es milgram#000#hibana cover#i have a few of these written already so i might end up spam posting them a bit#cw guns#cw shooting#i finally got to talk a bit about the funny warden child! let's go!
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Anyways, fuck drake
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im bored so im dropping poetry for y'all to see, there are prob spelling mistakes but whatever, poetry under cut TW: BLOOD, ROT, SUICIDE, DEATH, SHOOTINGS, GORE
I worked really hard on these so I'd appreciate your reblogs and comments <3
Collection of poetry by me
The liar’s real identity – Eyez
I look back on my life, cliche like others
But I wonder where I went wrong to get to who I am
And I wonder where I went right to stay who I am
Why did I meet these people who tortured me
And Who have I wronged to torture myself
Lonely nights and lively days
But I control this so why don't I change
To feel is to live and to live is to feel
But we all live so that one day we can all die
What am I feeling?
I ask everyone yet no one answers
Who am I supposed to be?
I ask no one yet everyone answers
Sensitive to everyone’s thoughts of deathbut not sensitive enough to care about yours anymore
I should but it hurts to see what has your thoughts deceived to be
Now I lie
Lie about love
Lie about pain
And all your love was shoved into vain
You can’t forgive me
And I can’t forgive myself
So let me put our hidden memories on top that dusty shelf
Educational Boredom – Eyez
Walls surrounding her
Wanting her
Trustfully closing in
On all solivagant souls
biblichor on her graphite-covered hands
Clinomania stuck in her head
Moon-struck faces fade away
Yet all she wants is to be successful
Tears fall down her smiling face
Unable to feel until it's too late
Stamina wasted on walking nowhere
Why can’t she move?
She is
Just in the wrong direction
Peacefully walking into her own grave
Say goodbye to a person who loved her
She didn't like to say I love you back
A sister in hand one in another
Justice paying a toll for one and the other
School stringing drama together
Instead of sewing study's goals
Breathing notes and spying books
Warm sweaters and itching-raw tank tops
Jumping clues go out to life
Where will I lead without any strife
Scared to love
I don't want to feel you
Scared to die
I don't want to be you
Infinite hallways lead to everywhere
Unlock the doors
Logophile, she continues to read
Humanity to one person loosing hope – Eyez
Typing things no one will read
Singing things no one will hear
Making things no one will see
Being someone something will fear
Humans are unknown yet we think we know everything
We ruminate about the world yet we dont explore it
So much to see yet not enough time to do it
We love to waste time and momentum
We love to waste effort and spirit
Hating the idea of being bullies while we bully others
It takes a special type of hypocrisy to be decievingly known
Is someone truly good?
Is something truly bad?
Is it the way we look at things?
Is it the perspective that we have to change?
Why not our actions
Why not our thoughts
Why not our people
Why not your bots
jolting up at 3 am because you heard a feather fall
Ignoring the screaming at 1 pm because you heard those sirens call
We’re to used to the bad
Take the shootings for granite
But when something is different
When something is new
Hiddin in our corrupt minds, you want to ban it
Bodies falling
Teenagers screaming
Parents begging
Stomach wailing
Its their heads hitting the ground
Its their minds in the clouds
Karma beating those who did not behave
But only after their scuicidal minds hit the grave
Your heart is not the symbol of love – Eyez
Moon shines on different roofs
Faking a smile yet loving the truth
The undead roaming like the unspoken history
Questions haunt the earth behind blind eyes
The vessel for our souls
The beast is our bodies
Shapeshifting organs twist and turn
In the bloody home we call the heart
Living the years looking like corpses
Orderly chaos consumed by our voices
Yet we have yet to rot
Living the dream in the grave you dug for me
You living the nightmare thinking its your fantasy
Good events turn to bad
Just one chime of the clock and we all go mad
The older the mind the stranger the hunger
The younger the truth the more likely the liar
Gruesome births and calm deaths
Become to newborn version of the generation
One by one we all fall apart
Fading piece by piece into extinction
Vulgar words even more the vulgar sentence
Death and love become your only special entrance
The alternative - Eyez
Sleep here in the ground
Blood behind your mind
Secrets revealed night before
You where fine just days ago
I look away from the grave
Your new home I made
I see your parents
Grieving privately
They search my eyes
Looking for my excuses
I have none to give
I raise my hands
A sign for surrender
A sign for peace
Blood drips down them
I wish my love not ceased
Weary needs, Guilt in my eyes
Sorry please don't make innocent cries
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From wizard_bisan1, Palestinian journalist on instagram
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Just experienced my first school shooting. I’ve been in Italy majority of my life and I came back to this! Now I’m horrified for my sisters, one is in 7th and the other is in kindergarten. Im def going virtual now 😭😭😭
(sorry for ranting / venting?)
-🤍
WHAT?????? ARE YOU OKAY???? omg i am so so sorry that happened to you. i hope you are alright.
pls let me know if i can do anything for you! that is so horrible, i couldnt even imagine
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I'm rewatching the cast commentary for Act 3 and Wayne points out that Coomer saying "I lost the ability to feel pain three years ago" contradicts a ton of other things Coomer said before that point but I appreciate the idea that Coomer didn't actually feel like he was being murdered point blank every time Tommy shoots a clone in Act 3 Part 2. Like in my mind he felt the impact of getting shot in the face but he didn't feel the pain of it.
#and before anyone says anything#its different with the 'i feel my body being ripped apart atom by atom' thing#Coomer's invincibility is only applicable in the game#the game turning off removes that ability#of course he'd be in pain every time Wayne left the game he's feeling all the times he's killed a clone all at once#and i only say that because literally only Coomer has mentioned being in pain when the game ends#half life vr but the ai is self aware#hlvrai#gordon freeman#dr coomer#harold coomer#hlvrai spoilers#(just in case)#tw shooting#cw shooting#tw murder mention#cw murder mention
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Okay great, I get to do the intensive outpatient program (half days - mornings) for anxiety/OCD. Starting in a few weeks. I now get to figure out what exactly I say to my boss and when. I’ve done it before but it’s been a long time!
For any of you who didn’t follow me back when I did this - I had terrible PPA after C was born. All my usual anxiety shit was ratcheted up, and I had some new things that seemed to have sprung up due to the Las Vegas shooting happening during my maternity leave. It finally got bad enough that social worker BFF said I should consider treatment.
At the time I did PHP (partial hospitalization - ie full weekdays) and then stepped down to IOP. I think it lasted 10-12 weeks between the two.
The program included some amounts of CBT, DBT, mindfulness, and art therapy, with the bulk of the time being spent on ERP (exposure and response prevention). Just doing exposures to trigger anxiety and sitting with it until it reduces at least by half. This is why I say I don’t want to go back - that shit is HARD. But it really works. Those of us with this flavor of anxiety get in a thought trap where we think anxiety is unbearable and that it won’t go away unless we [insert unhealthy behavior or ritual/compulsion]. But in fact it will eventually go away on its own. I just need to retrain my muscles for tolerating discomfort.
For me, some of the specific exposures were:
- for fear of being wrong, tell someone an incorrect fact on purpose (my favorite was “Massachusetts wasn’t one of the original 13 colonies.”)
- for fear of people thinking I’m weird, face the “wrong” way in an elevator
(Most of these things were done with employees at the facility. Not just random people on the street or something. Oh although one of my things was to send a work email without checking it for typos).
Eventually I built up to something they called “interroceptives” which were activities meant to simulate physical feelings of panic, like spinning in a chair or trying to breathe through a cocktail straw.
Anyway, when I did it the first time, I remember it gave me so much freedom. So many things I’d thought impossible or too scary, I could do. But the disinclination to sit with discomfort can creep back in.
I think my current issues are different than last time I went in! Back then I was still working as a statistician, so I had very specific “I’ve forgotten everything I learned in grad school” thoughts. Now that I do a different type of job, I’m more secure (although less so again with new hard to read boss). My current issues are much more social in nature. I can’t bear talking to other Girl Scout moms. All my friends actually hate me. Etc.
And more agitation about things needing to be “just right.” Almost all household chores except laundry are too overwhelming to start. Anyway, I’m pumped to get it all sorted out! And I hope my favorite mental health specialist is still there although that’s unlikely cause I think it’s a high turnover job. But we shall see!
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At first I was like “oh hey Missouri’s not so bad, it’s safe enough to be here” and then people started getting shot over football
#missouri#kansas city chiefs#kansas city missouri#shooting#cw guns#cw shooting#gun control#gun laws#gun violence#football#people are getting shot and my state government still thinks gun laws are ridiculous
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another oneshot TEE HEE… this one is a bit sadder and has mentions of blood/shooting/hospitals so keep that in mind
As Aubrey sprinted through the rain, her feet making small splashes each time they met the ground, she could feel water seeping into her shoes- but that was the least of her worries right now.
A barely-conscious Kel was being carried in her arms, bleeding from his stomach. Aubrey had tried to stop it as much as she could with a crude bandage made from a strip of her clothes, but it wasn’t helping much. So she took him and ran.
Superheroes can’t go to hospitals. It’s a fairly well-known fact amongst the public. If they go, they are subject to all sorts of questioning- how they were injured, who they were, where they were, and so on. No matter how “secure” hospital records are, superheroes can’t trust anyone with their identity. So, they’ve had to create their own “hospitals”; safe spaces for them to go after fights to get patched up.
Aubrey was running to Pluto’s, the closest safe place she could go. She ran past the hospital, and she so badly wanted to burst through its doors and hand Kel over to a team of professionals, but she knew better. Kel began to stir, and Aubrey began repeating a series of shaky reassurances to him, but deep down they were more for her than for him. Kel would be okay. He heals incredibly fast, and doesn’t need a ton of medical work done on him even for major injuries like this, but that doesn’t prevent Aubrey from panicking when she sees her best friend collapse after being shot through the stomach.
It still took a little bit to get to Pluto’s. Aubrey was naturally faster than most humans due to her strength, but nowhere near as fast as Kel, and he wasn’t in any condition to run. She was hyperventilating, which didn’t help as it was taking away her strength, but she couldn’t help it. Using whatever was left in her, she banged a desperate fist on Pluto’s door.
Getting help from Pluto was different from going to the hospital; the biggest difference being that no questions were asked. When Pluto opened the door, he quickly took Kel and ran inside, heading to a room closed off to the public where he fixed up superheroes. Aubrey followed him in and waited outside.
She slumped against the wall, but found her legs couldn’t hold her up anymore. So she allowed herself to sit. And after a couple seconds, she allowed herself to cry. It felt stupid- she knew Kel was in good hands. She knew he would be okay. But how many times would she be able to stomach seeing this happen? When would she be next? Aubrey didn’t know, and it ate away at her. She wouldn’t trade being a superhero for the world, but it was times like these where she really questioned whether or not it was all worth it.
Pluto didn’t come out for about an hour, but to Aubrey it felt like an eternity. He reassured her that Kel was okay, and he just needed to rest. He might have to stay the night. Aubrey sighed. She hated it when he had to stay the night, because she would have to go home to not raise more suspicion. But she wanted to stay at his side the whole night, in case something happened.
She entered the room and saw Kel in bed, scrolling through his phone. If you could only see his face, you probably wouldn’t even be able to tell he had been injured at all. He just looked like the same old Kel.
“Man, they got me good, huh?” Kel started, shooting a small smile at Aubrey. “Thanks for saving my butt back there. I owe you one.”
Aubrey was silent for a couple seconds, before she went and sat next to Kel on the bed.
“You scared me real bad, you know.”
“Sorry… guess I need to be less reckless out there, huh?”
Another pause. Aubrey was trying to find the words.
“Kel, do you ever just… feel tired of this?”
“Huh? Of what?” He asked, tilting his head.
“Of this! Of us carrying each other to this… makeshift hospital, of being constantly on the run, of being in danger 24/7 because of our stupid jobs? I-“
She stopped herself. She didn’t want to say something she might regret. That might hurt him.
“Sorry. I’m just a little worked up. I just… don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.”
Kel didn’t respond immediately. He looked like he was trying to process her words and think of what to say, something that wouldn’t make the situation worse.
“I’m sorry, Aubrey. I guess I just never really thought of it that way…”
Aubrey sighed.
“B-But I can see what you mean! It has been really hard… and I guess I’ve never really properly thanked you for always bringing me here,” Kel said, smiling.
“I heal so fast I guess I never really think of any of my injuries as that bad… but now I realize… you’ve seen me get stabbed, shot, all that stuff… I would be upset too.”
Aubrey sent a small smile back towards Kel.
“Yeah. I know you’ll be okay, but… doesn’t take away from the shock. You’re still my best friend.”
“And you’re mine too!” Kel responded, grinning. “No matter what, we’ll always bounce back! No villain is a match for us!”
Aubrey chuckled.
“Still enthusiastic as ever, huh?” She commented, getting up from the bed.
“I’ll let you rest. It’s getting kinda late… I gotta go home and explain your absence.”
“Oh, yeah… sorry! I’ll be up and running tomorrow, I promise!” Kel exclaimed, waving goodbye. Aubrey waved back.
“I know you will, goofball. Night,” she said, turning around and beginning to leave.
“G’night!”
#cw blood#cw shooting#cw hospital#omori sv au#omori au#omori#omori ask blog#omori aubrey#omori kel#my writing
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There's a big mall that I like to go to with my sister. Sis also goes there alone sometimes, because it's a big and beautiful place with things to see every time you visit. It's also really close to where we live, so it's also really convenient
Today some unknown people opened fire in that mall, killed a lot of people and then lit it up on fire
When I called my sister, she wasn't picking up for some time
The terror I felt while I listened to the beeps
I almost cried when I heard her calm voice, telling me that she's home and wasn't even planning on visiting that mall
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Happy (late) Trans Day Of Remembrance, where we get to remember the beautiful lives stolen by pure malice, hate and intolerance. That is still happening, in 2022, in a space specifically for LGBTQ+ folks.
I’m sure lots of people are hurt, sad, and more. I drew this to make me laugh at how absurd it would be to live in a closet, but it’s actually just kinda bummed me out. Its scary, it’s sad, and it’s heart breaking. Never feel afraid to reach out. There are way more nice people than mean ones, even if it doesn’t feel like that today.
Lets make everything gayer and gayer and more LGBTQ+ until everything is so saturated in rainbows people stop caring about it.
Lets make the more queer OCs and art ever.
#tdov#vent#doodle#bad vibes#cw shooting#Ill just stay here in my gay little closet being a trans little doodler on my ace little ass in my aro little space
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The way American conservatives immediately use the shooting in Copenhagen as an excuse to justify their ridiculous gun laws when some of the victims are possibly still fighting for their lives in hospital only proves how their politics completely lack compassion and humanity
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Tbh Garten of Ban Ban has such potential left.
Give them a fucking break. These are two bros doing what they can. Also I am aware of the shootin game they did. May I remind you what Pico's school was about?
You have nothing to argue about, you just cannot HARRASS them irl even. They really have it up to here trying to make the game FREE and also adding funds to it.
If I could, I would totally play it.
To harrass someone to the point their lives are in danger? Very hypocritical of y'all.
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Hi.
Obviously I don’t have a lot of notoriety here on our lovely tumblr.com, but I wanted to talk about some stuff anyways. Both for some personal reasons and because I think it’s important.
It’s the anniversary of a school shooting at my last school. And I’m sick of the normalization of it all, so here’s some thoughts. Below the cut because I recognize the content of this can be a lot.
There’s a lasting widespread impact, regardless of what the shooting I experienced was originally about.
Things have been too normalized; destigmatized and desensitized. This isn’t okay. We are not okay.
There has to be a change- my parents had to get a text that could have been my last because we didn’t know what the situation was. My boyfriend woke up to a massive string of texts because I didn’t know what I would be able to update him on. My best friend had to go through a normal day of highschool while knowing what was happening.
There were walkouts and kids that stopped going to school because of anxiety and the lack of anything actually changing. This is not just about the students that saw or heard gunshots- this is about everybody, and the ripple effect it has. This is about the insensitivity of the adults in our lives and society who act like they can fix this with kind words and a bandaid of cash.
This shouldn’t be normal.
This needs to be talked about and fixed, and I am so proud of the current students at that school and teachers for pushing through and dealing with this, speaking out about it. I’m proud of every single parent and teacher and student that’s ever been involved in a school shooting, because it sticks with you.
Listen to the voices of the kids. Of the students and families. This is not a one-time thing- has not been a one-time thing. I could spout off statistics, but this is more than numbers. And nothing will be solved if we can’t be empathetic and human about this. I’m in college now, and I don’t want to see this happen again to kids younger and younger than me.
Fuck your thoughts and prayers.
And take action.
#nothing graphic mentioned just#yeah.#cw shooting#cw school shooting#personal thoughts#originally wrote this for an interview the student union was doing but it didn’t get put in so part of it is going here :)
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