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#if i am going to die alone because of my own failings i can learn to accept that
depresseddepot · 2 years
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the way i try so SO hard to gain even a crumb of body neutrality only to then see some shit on twitter that remind me that oh yeah. a distinct portion of the population genuinely believes they are being discriminated against when they have to look at or be within 50 feet of a fat person
#the amount of times ive heard my skinny friends call themselves fat and disgusting to my face without considering the implications#i saw some tweet that just like. had a fat person in the video and ALL of the responses were men making fun of her#like. yes i realize my life would be so much better if i was born with a faster metabolism. thank you for reminding me#yes i realize i am not treated seriously because i am fat#that sort of incredulous look skinny people give you when you have the audacity to sit near them on the bus or ask for directions#like they're shocked you weren't some round thing that was in their sights for 2 seconds to make fun but disappeared#i am trying very hard not to let it get to me but when so many people seem to think the same thing it feels stupid#likei know i dont see people the way allosexuals do but are fat people really so disgusting that they feel like they can say shit like that#its so so frustrating#if i am going to die alone because of my own failings i can learn to accept that#but if i die alone because i can't find anybody that doesn't think fat people are worthless then what is the fucking point lmao#''people irl dont actually think that'' i cant count on 1 hand the amount of skinny people who have lamented about their weight to my face#someone brings in cookies to work and as im eating one someone skinny says ''well. i really don't need the extra calories so ill pass''#someone skinny checking out diet/exercise books because they ''REALLY have to lose some weight''#no they aren't talking about me/to me but how detached from your surroundings do you have to be to shit on yourself for your weight#like. even if i was skinny they're still talking about how gross and ugly they are around kids#''love your body and your self!!!1!!1'' okay then stop calling yourself disgusting regardless of how much you weigh.#you can think if if you want but god that 12 year old girl in line behind you is going to remember that forever#she is going to internalize ''oh okay. thats what a disgusting body looks like''#andthen she'll grow up and hate herself and continue the fucking cycle#just stop. stop talking about your weight around kids. i dont need 60 yo women telling me they're gross when they weigh maybe 150 lbs#i know this is super unhealthy but i literally cannot wait until i can move out and isolate myself from society#because every second i try to engage with it is literal torture#yall are so mean for no reason#i dont really have much to live for#but it would be helpful if skinny people didn't constantly reiterate that there's no point to living if you aren't skinny#im so tired#vent
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matan4il · 1 year
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Buddie 615 meta
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Before we really get into it, I’m just gonna snicker for a second over the fact that the death doula is named Natalia. Why? The name is related to the Latin term for Christmas Day, which is the holiday when Jesus was born. So the word that the name comes from is related to birth, natal. There’s a touch of irony there, that they gave this name to the girl who is not just a death doula, but who looks like she’s actually into death (who thinks dying for a few minutes is cool or amazing. I have to say, it’s not. It’s a good thing to accept death as a part of life, one that heightens life’s meaning, and help others do the same, it’s another to think that the physically and emotionally scarring experience of being dead for a few minutes is “cool”) and I think that’s an interesting tone to choose when introducing Buck’s new Love Interest. (if you’re into it, you can find more name meanings for 911 characters here) ~~
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The scene of Eddie and Chris at the cemetery was very touching. It also spoke volumes on how Buck has taken the same role in Christopher’s life as Shannon. We saw in eps 611 as well as this one that Chris is hoping to be heard by the parent that life has taken away from him (Shannon for good, Buck temporarily). What I find interesting is that with the hospital visit, Eddie must understand this on some level. Even with the guardianship reveal, no one has ever explicitly referred to Buck as Chrstopher’s other dad. But he is, and moments like this cement it. We talk about these parallels, but Eddie gets to live them. He witnesses with his own eyes his son talking about Buck in the same way he does about Shannon. Eddie KNOWS what Buck is to their family unit and it’s not just an emergency guardian. ~~
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Which connects me to something I touched upon in my 614 meta, Eddie’s journey. He’s supposedly been okay with dating again since 406, but in the last ep we discovered that he’s still held back by past trauma from his failed relationship with Shannon. She’s featured heavily in this ep, too. Her being Christopher’s mom means she’s a presence in Eddie’s life who will always be there. A reminder of how things can go wrong, meaning romantically, but also just in terms of how unexpected death can be.
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It pained me to go from Eddie admitting in 614 that he didn’t want to be alone, to him echoing the words of their deceased vic, “We’re all gonna die alone.” That’s something I’ve heard people saying not so much regarding the question of whether there would be someone by your side when you pass away. More like, when death claims us, we all embark on that last journey into the dark unknown on our own. Whether there’s something after death or not, we’ll all discover that completely by ourselves. That’s such a deeply lonely thought, and we see Eddie trying to deal with it in this ep by not postponing seeing his parents. He realizes he was wrong to assume they got time, because death might come for us at any given moment, just like it happened with Shannon. It’s a continuation of his journey, which is obviously not over yet, but to me it’s quite surprising how this week’s ep actually joined Buck and Eddie’s with the common theme of death, but specifically death intertwined with their romantic life. I think each of them is such a fascinating character in its own right, so why the need to connect their journeys like this? I am staring at you, 911. ~~
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I was happy that Eddie brought up what a bad idea it is for Buck to be dating someone they helped on a call. This has been a theme with Buck since he meets the snake lady on a call in 101, through Ali in 202, Taylor in 206 and now Natalia. In other words, this has a big, red sign al over it that says it’s doomed to fail, but our Buck is once more failing to notice that. Hopefully the rest of the events in 6b will help him learn and stop making this particular mistake, where he connects his idea of having self-worth only as a firefighter with thinking he can only be romantically desirable to those he helps on calls. ~~
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I wrote in this ask reply about the insanity of how Buck and Eddie seem to always start dating again in consecutive eps. As if 911 is not unhinged enough about that, we also have Buck and Eddie being obstructive with the other guy’s dating attempts, first Buck suggesting ghosting to Eddie as a way of blowing off his date with Vanessa in 614, and now Eddie right away pointing out that it’s not a great idea for Buck to be dating Natalia.
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We have seen Buddie dating multiple people over the course of almost 5 seasons now, and not a single time have we seen either man on screen approve of their best friend’s romantic partner. Almost like there’s just no one who’s good enough for the man they love so much, right? No one, because on some level, they know what we do, too. That no one else can compete with what the two of them have together. Which is why none of these LIs feel right and acceptable as partners for their best friend. ~~
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I love that right off the bat, we got a reminder that Eddie knows Buck better than everyone, on very intimate levels. Just like Eddie knew when Buck was having an emergency session with Dr. Copeland back in 404, while even Bobby as their captain didn’t, we now saw Eddie knows how well Buck handles his taxes. It’s such spouse behavior. Most of us do not have best friends who keep tabs on how we handle governmental bureaucracy, right? But then the end of this ep circles back to this idea and gives us that scene at the cemetery where Eddie proves that this is true not just when it comes to the small things of daily life. He sees Buck, knows him, understands him and Eddie accepts him in every possible way. Which is why he can say that Buck has indeed been different since the lightning strike, an awareness we don’t hear from anyone else, not even from Maddie, Buck’s very close and loving sister.
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It reminded me of how Buck said in 309 that Eddie can be honest with him. Then in 511 Buck repeated a variation of that, saying Eddie doesn’t have to pretend with him. In 513 and 514, Eddie got to be indeed fully open with Buck, just as this was paralleled in 612, where Buck was honest with Eddie. This ep continued to expand on this theme, with Eddie reassuring Buck that he doesn’t need to be anything for anyone. And I loved that in an ep where Buck has just started dating someone new, where he thinks she sees him better than anyone, the person who still gets him the most is Eddie, and that’s the person Buck shares himself with the most, too. There is not a single thing Natalia said to him or that he said to her during their date that can rival the intimacy of the cemetery talk. And if Buck still needs a wake up call to see that, well. I do think there’s a good chance he’ll get one, maybe even very soon.
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dxy-drxxm · 7 months
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SYNOPSIS: Lyney never feared the sight of the tank, but his "Father" changed that for him. (gen. neutral reader) [ IDENTITYV AU ]
CW/s: Drowning (or almost drowning), ooc Lyney? (he's shaken up oops), depiction of Knave! Lyney/Harbinger! Lyney, near death scenario, reader gets hurt in helping survivor! Lyney (part 2 of 3)
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The familiar thumping of one's heart was something Lyney is quite used to. To him, as a magician, he would only have those when performing tricks that are impossible— only for them to work as the audience began to shower him with praise.
As an illusionist, he knew well that miracles are akin to magic tricks. That is what he was raised to believe, but outside of his job, there are things far more cruel than he may say.
So when he felt himself getting dunked into the tank his sister used in one of their shows, he felt the air leave him as he was put inside.
He banged on the glass as he saw his Father? leave, the illusion fading into a sight he can discern. He thought it was her?, but the familiar coat and attire betrayed his expectation.
It was… Himself?
… As the Knave.
He felt his eyes widened. Was this suppose to be him?
If Father gets replaced or dies, will he become like this?
The hunter turned his head to see the stunned illusionist, water pouring down to fill up the tank. And for a sheer glance alone, he could see him mouth the following words that shocked his core.
And then, he left.
His siblings are far from where he was chaired. And Heaven forbid will he let them rescue him like this.
The water is filling up to his knees.
Was this the end? He couldn't tell anymore.
After all, he knew he can turn the fates in his favor. He knew that, he was a magician! And by God will he just stop because he's stuck in a water tank!
As he felt his legs grow damp, he began to do anything in his power to get out. He tried to push the lid, perhaps use his own tricks to disappear from the tank.
He wanted to get out of this blasted tank. He was growing desperate.
At times like these, he wished he had his vision on his person.
But alas, no such luck.
His efforts rendered futile, and his desperation gnawed at him alive.
...
It's rising to his waist.
...
He wanted to crumble.
He couldn't hear the faint calling of a familiar voice— and a yelp from the hit by the grim-malkin cat. The one he had from his tricks.
He can vaguely recall how some of his tricks failed. How he and Lynette endured to get a sliver of fame, to even get a chance to perform.
This was one of those times.
He knew this moment awfully well. And the familiar despair began to get to his head.
...
It's rising to his chest.
...
Was this it? Is this the end of the road?
It can't be. I can't die here. I can't.
I can't stop here— why can't I do something? Why is there no exits here?
I can't simply drown in this tank and disappear. I don't want to disappear!
No, no, no—
Please, I need to see my sister again. I need to see my siblings again.
I refuse to sit here, and yet...
... I don't know what to do.
Can I even escape from this glass prison?
Can I escape the same prison I've been destined to be trapped in?
...
Then, it rises to his neck.
...
The seal of the tank opens.
Two hands grabs him, and with one full swoop, the playwright pulls the illusionist out as a way to rescue him.
Lyney was stunned when he felt the water leave him, and albeit he is dripping, he could smell the scent of parchment and ashes.
(Name).
"Are you okay, Lyney?" he heard them asked, watching as the tank closes but the water level remains the same. "Here," they added, handing him a syringe that they retrieved from the chests.
Am I okay?
"Come on, let's go—"
They yelped and went down as the hunter— himself— loomed over them, sighing.
"Oh, my dear poupée, you should've learned not to turn your back on a hunter!" his hunter identity said, but the playwright turned to wince and glare at him.
"Hah— and you should learn not to be so cocky."
Then, the sirens blared. And detention got ahold of the Knave.
With adrenaline, they shoved the now coherent illusionist.
"Run!" you yelled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him with them out of the big tent. "Detention will last in 2 minutes— and we'll both die if we get caught by him!"
And as soon as the two of you fled, the survivors could hear the ever familiar yet chilling laugh as the Knave is in pursuit of his showstopper.
No man will be left alive.
Not on his watch.
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a-dauntless-daffodil · 10 months
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argh NO the feelings of listening to Make A Man Out Of You for the millionth time and having it sink in that Shang goes through ALL the emotions as he sings it and he gets his own little character arc
like it's a montage of Mulan coming into her own for the very first time and the soldiers learning to work together with their strengths-
and it's also Shang, singing the song, singing his parts SEPPERATE from the chorus, drowning them out-
him the captain, alone at the top, leading and guiding, determined to prove himself and be out there on the field to help his father- him starting out so full of CONFIDENCE and conviction yes he WILL make a man out of you! (somehow) sharing his idea of what a man is: BALANCE. Tranquil and on fire. it's finding your center, you place inside yourself
but then the soldiers all sing and they're begging for their lives under his training, hopeless, the mood isn't we're in this together it's i am going to die die die die hey lets throw rocks at ping- ping is even worse than the rest of us we all hate ping
Shang's sings again and there's desperation now, heed my every order and you MIGHT survive-
he's not hoping to train the best army ever anymore, he's scared he'll lead people to their death because he Cant Train Them right, he's running out of time to get them ready,
And this is the moment he tells Ping / Mulan to go home. his darkest hour in the song, him giving up, him admitting HE'S failed
how could i ever make a man out of you? Not, how could YOU ever be a man- how could /I/ ever make you one! Maybe Ping could be a great soldier, but Shang can't teach it
(am i reaching? maybe. i dont care)
He blames himself. A bad teacher, he thinks. but he will not send someone who can't fight into a war just to die
(a good captain)
Ping would've just been the first one he sent home, im sure
Mulan CAN'T go home though, for her HERSELF she can't do it- her father is safe now and she has a way out but no No NO, she climbs the pole to reach the arrow as the song climbs with her,
Shang's voice tenses with this sort of desperate hope and wonder as he hits the last note, as she throws down the arrow, as he looks up and sees-
she got there using both weights, using BALANCE. His teachings-
but he didn't teach Ping that
And finally. FINALLY
shang sings with the chorus
the instruments drop away and it's just voices, Shang in lead yes, but the soldiers are with him now. or maybe it's him finally being with them?
Mulan's example brought them together. Her, Ping's success, wasn't just a victory for new recruits- it was the moment SHANG saw he could be a good teacher, a good captain
with help.
he gave Mulan room to try herself, he showed her basics, cared more about Ping's safety than his own ego- told Ping go home, -I- can't teach you. I have failed. He left the door open for Ping to teach himself
remember the chorus? "Be a man" -it's a CHORUS it's NEVER sung alone
(like shang has been singing)
A man isn't singular. He isn't separate. Isn't alone.
He is the moment the whole camp looks up and CHEERS to see the weakest one of them make it to the top
a man is that last shot, all of them together, moving as one
their center isn't something they hold inside themselves. None of them start winning until they turn their focus outward and find their center in the people around them- they come into their own when they see ANYONE even PING can be a man
and Shang needed to see that too
that shot of him running with soldiers and Ping at lead is the visual version of that last chorus line
he started out wanting to make men out of these guys, he ended up learning to be one of the men himself instead
and i think ive fried my brain
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inspirationalucky · 4 days
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👁️ EPIC: The Musical: Act One, The Cyclops Saga sentence starters. Because the lines are just That Good. Going by the exact lyrics, definitely change things to fit your muse's situation<3
Polyphemus
"I've gotta hand it to you both, this is quite the treat."
''It's almost too perfect, too good to be true."
"Why would the lotus eaters pass up on all this food?"
"We're just travelers, we come in peace."
"What gives you the right to deal a pain so deep?"
"Don't you know that pain you sow is pain you reap?"
"Your life now is in my hand."
"Before I'm done, you will learn that it's not so fun to take."
"You came to my home to steal."
"A trade, you see? Take from you like you took from me."
"There's been a misunderstanding!"
"Now that I see we've done some damage, maybe you and I can make a deal?"
"I'll give you our finest treasure so long as we leave alive."
"A trade, you see? A gift from you, and a gift from me."
"I'd like to thank you. Stranger, what's your name?"
"My name is Nobody."
"I'm so glad we see eye to eye."
"You shall be the final man to die.
Survive
"If we're defeated, they're good as dead."
"No backup, no chance for support."
"Show me, how great is your will to survive?"
"Six hundred lives at stake."
"It's just one life to take."
"No dying on me now, defeat is not allowed!"
"We must live through this day!"
"Show him that we're deadly!"
"Don't let him get close!"
"He can't land a blow if we're out of reach."
"Stand up and fight for your lives!"
"He's got a club!"
"You've hurt me enough."
"You're dying here and now, escape is not allowed."
"You won't live through this day, now die."
Remember Them
"We must move quickly, we don't have much time."
"He didn't notice I mixed lotus in his wine."
"Mark my words now, this is not the end."
"What'll we do with our fallen friends?"
"We are not to let them die in vain."
"We're the ones who carry on the flames of those who've gone."
"This is how we're getting out of here."
"Let's kill him!"
"Who hurts you?"
"There are more of them?"
"Captain, we should run!"
"If nobody hurts you, be silent."
"He's still a threat until he's dead! Finish it."
"What good would killing do when mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use?"
"The blood we shed, it never dries."
"Is this what it means to be a warrior of the mind?"
"When we met I led with peace."
"Remember them the next time that you dare choose not to spare!"
"Remember them, remember us... remember me!"
"I am neither man nor mythical."
"I am your darkest moment!"
My Goodbye
You were reckless, sentimental at best."
"That's not a teaching of mine."
"You've grown soft, your dead friends can attest."
"Put your emotions aside."
"You're a warrior meant to lead the rest."
"I don't know where I went wrong!"
"I warned you, and you failed the test"
"This way you'll know what your place is."
"This way when all is over you'll keep yours and I'll keep mine."
"This way you won't disappoint me."
"Unlike you, every time someone dies I'm left to deal with the strain."
"What a title that a goddess could lend if I'll never sleep at night?"
"I'll remind you I saw you as a friend, but now we're done."
"This way you won't plague my life."
"You're out of sight and out of mind!"
"This way, you close the door and have your damn goodbye!"
"You're not looking for a mentor, I'm not looking for a friend."
"I mistook you for a General. What a waste of effort spent."
"At least I know what I'm fighting for while you're fighting to be known."
"Since you claim you're so much wiser, why's your life spent all alone? You're alone!"
"One day you'll hear what I'm saying. One day you might understand. One day, but not day."
"After all, you're just a man."
"This day you sever your own head."
"This day you lost it all."
"Consider this as my goodbye!"
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markantonys · 1 year
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amol chapters 38-end. the final recap!!
egwene talking to rand 😭😭😭 “fool. her voice in his head. fond, but sharp. am i not allowed to be a hero too?” i cried! “let go, rand. let us die for what we believe, and do not try to steal that from us. you have embraced your death. embrace mine.” 😭😭😭😭
rand finally releases The List (which sanderson makes sure to tell us again is now gender-inclusive lmao) i always hated The List, but seeing it used in a meaningful way and transformed from a List Of Fridged Women For Manpain to a representation of rand learning to let people make their own decisions and not feel responsible for what they choose was Very Nice! “ilyena was last. we are reborn, rand thought, so we can do better the next time. [someone else speaking - egwene, i assume, or dare i wonder if it’s ilyena herself?] so do better.” 😭😭
“mat forced down his grief. that wasn’t what lan would have wanted. instead, mat raised his ashandarei. ‘tai’shar malkier!’ he screamed with all the force he could. ‘lan mandragoran, you bloody wonderful man! you did it!’” 😭😭
and i finally get to the iconic “it was not about me. it’s never been about me! it was about them all.” 😭😭😭😭 let’s break down the Them All that it was about.
“it was about a woman, torn and beaten down, cast from her throne and made a puppet - a woman who had crawled when she had to. that woman still fought.” genuinely absolutely no idea who this is referring to jkjfg my first thought was morgase but she doesn’t feel important enough to be included in this exclusive list. siuan? but rand might have seen that she’s dead and not still fighting. lord above let it not be tuon lmao
“it was about a man that love repeatedly forsook, a man who found relevance in a world that others would have let pass them by. a man who remembered stories, and who took fool boys under his wing when the smarter move would have been to keep on walking.” thom!
“it was about a woman with a secret, a hope for the future. a woman who had hunted the truth before others could. a woman who had given her life, then had it returned.” moiraine!
“it was about a man whose family was taken from him, but who stood tall in his sorrow and protected those he could.” upon first read i thought this one was lan and was laughing my ass off that perrin was not included in this list, but this could also be perrin i guess.
“it was about a woman who refused to believe that she could not help, could not heal those who had been harmed.” nynaeve!
“it was about a hero who insisted with every breath that he was anything but a hero.” mat! okay but rand calling everyone just “a man” or “a woman” but calling mat alone a HERO 😭😭 that’s his husband!
“it was about a woman who would not bend her back while she was beaten, and who shone with the light for all who watched. including rand.” egwene!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭
i really want that one to be lan and not perrin because god it would be so hilarious if rand didn’t even include perrin here, seeing as perrin is still sleeping jkjfkgj same energy as the end of that one lotr movie when all frodo’s friends are coming to his bedside and he beams and greets each of them by name and then legolas steps in and frodo just kinda stares at him and says nothing
“the son of battles. i will take him. i will take them all, adversary.” the dark one threatening MAT SPECIFICALLY in an attempt to scare rand 😭😭😭😭 everybody knows they’re married!!!! and then mat hears rand’s voice in his mind FIRST before everybody else on the battlefield is able to hear it!!! psychologically connected husbands!!!!!
lan is still alive [pretends to be shocked] man show-haters have absolutely NO call to be shitting on nynaeve’s “fakeout death” in 1x08 when the books have the following fakeout deaths and/or real deaths that were reversed by balefire:
mat (x3)
lan
moiraine
aviendha
galad
numerous forsaken
arguably faile in this book
arguably elayne after the gholam
RAND!!! (still to come)
and i’m positive there are more that i didn’t come up with off the top of my head
it’s at the point where there are so many fakeout deaths (in this book alone!) that i feel genuinely cheated that egwene’s and gawyn’s had to stick when no one else’s did! also, it feels kinda scummy to neatly kill off both of one married couple and everyone else gets to live and doesn’t have to lose their partner. not that i WANTED lan to die for real and devastate nynaeve, but it just feels...........i don’t know, kind of unfair. like some kind of reverse “pair the spares” jkjfg particularly since egwene/gawyn was set up as the only romance that wouldn’t follow the heteronormative Babies Ever After route and would instead remain focused on their careers. almost like their survival is not as ~important~ since they aren’t interested in settling down and starting a family and being parents (which is kind of exactly what nynaeve told egwene after her test for the shawl, that people who have families are more important/care more about the world). tho i guess lanaeve hasn’t really had any babies on the brain, besides during nynaeve’s accepted test, and perrin and faile haven’t really either, although in discussions of heirs they did make it clear they’re intending to have kids. aha, i’ve cracked it: it’s because all the other romantic relationships involve one or both parties being a monarch who requires hereditary heirs, whereas that’s not the case for egwene and gawyn. so they can both get killed off because they don’t need to live long enough to have babies 🙄
i, personally, love Babies Ever After and want most of my ships to have babies all the time, however, it just feels sus that the only major character deaths are also two halves of the only couple that wasn’t set up to have babies. i was so obsessed with the energy of gawene being a childfree power couple who dote on avirandlayne’s kids and give them the best presents (because they are the cool childfree aunt and uncle who are rich and travel a lot since they don’t have kids) but don’t want kids themselves. i want that vision dammit!!!!! what i would’ve done is kill off perrin but have faile already be pregnant so she can have her heir. single mom faile would’ve been incredible to see!
okay, back on topic
olver blows the horn. hmmmmm. it does seem that it would’ve been logistically impossible to get it to mat in time (tho they could’ve just had egwene bring it from the tower to merrilor in the first place. actually why the hell DIDN’T she do that?) and it makes decent enough sense that mat dying would’ve severed him from the horn. but it just feels super lame that “mat has to blow the horn at the last battle” has been A Thing for 13 books and then actually he didn’t have to lmao this is ALL the more reason to give the horn to perrin in the show since mat doesn’t even fucking do anything with it anyway! perrin saw them steal the horn in 1x08, he’ll be on the hunt for it in s2 while mat is doing his book 3 plotline instead, and he needs more to do while mat needs less (at the last battle specifically and also in general), so giving him the horn would be perfect. and would tie in nicely with faile being the one to fetch the horn in the last battle!
birgitte returns and saves elayne! i am getting tired of how many times elayne has needed saving in recent books, but this was a cool moment nonetheless.
when tam helps mat out during the battle “tam al’thor, mat thought, i’m going to bloody send you my best pair of boots. light burn me, but i will.” he loves his father-in-law!!
narishma is definitely on my list of “minor characters i’ll be disproportionately mad if the show cuts” jkfjg he’s the only asha’man i’ve ever cared about, i love him!
the heroes of the horn to mat: “it is fitting, as lews therin did save your life both times.” “remember him. i have seen you murmur that you fear his madness, but all the while you forget that every breath you breathe - every step you take - comes at his forbearance. your life is a gift from the dragon reborn, gambler. twice over.” ROMANCE!!!! the heroes of the horn ship cauthor!!
“we can fight for you because of [rand’s banner], gambler, and because the dragon leads you” power couple!!!!!!
noal is a hero of the horn and saves olver!!! i did not care about noal when he was alive, i did not care about noal when he died, but this moment got me!
“i’m not bloody staying behind now. the babes are all right. i’m riding. my soldiers think i’m dead. our lines are breaking, our men dying. they have to see me to know that there is still hope...if they have ever needed their queen, this is the moment. nothing short of the dark one could stop me from returning now.” 👏👏👏
“you’re not my warder any longer. but you’re still my friend. will you ride with me?” “stubborn fool.” “i’m not the one who just refused to stay dead. together?” “together.” ❤️
absolutely no idea why elayne uses a sword that she has no idea how to use to lead the charge instead of channeling lmao she’s like “oh it’s more effective for the soldiers to see my fighting with a sword” no???? them seeing her riding a horse and channeling, as she’d been doing for the entire battle, would be just fine. sanderson just loves to find excuses to make elayne look incompetent i guess.
mat makes use of the zombies from zombietown!! that was neat
the seanchan spy was actually moghedien in disguise, whoa!
“[the plants rand is making grow] had come right where [aviendha] needed them to hide her approach. happenstance? she chose to believe otherwise. she could feel him, in the back of her mind. he fought, a true warrior. his battle lent her strength, and she tried to return the same. determination. honor. glory. fight on, shade of my heart. fight on.” ROMANCE!!!!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ rand makes plants grow for aviendha and sun shine for elayne, but he doesn’t do shit for min jkdjfgkh it’s ridiculous how irrelevant min and min/rand is in this entire book. like i was actually JARRED when she showed up at the end and was treated as part of elayne and avi’s Rand Love Interest Unit lmao
rhuarc (under compulsion) attacks aviendha and she kills him, alas!!!
“strength, aviendha. rand’s determination filled her, radiating from the bond at the back of her mind. she looked up and felt all fatigue leave her, all distractions vanish.” ❤️❤️❤️ that “strength, aviendha” is probably just her own thoughts, but i choose to believe it was rand talking to her in her mind.
“mat saw elayne’s banner glowing above them in the sky, crafted of the one power, and caught a glimpse of someone who looked like her riding among the soldiers, hair glowing as if lit from behind her. she seemed a bloody hero of the horn herself.” ROMANCE!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ one last matlayne crumb for the road! one last elayne’s hair glowing in a conveniently-placed light source for the road! one last “tuon wishes mat would describe her like this in his narration” for the road! a bloody hero of the horn herself!!!! this man is IN LOVE!!!!!
“he did not go looking for [tuon], though. he had a feeling that she would expect him to perform his princely duties, whatever they might be. only...he did feel that strange tugging inside. getting stronger and stronger.” mat literally thinking “i do not want to go back to my wife because she will force me into the unwanted duties of my heterosexual marriage, and also i feel a tugging inside pulling me back to my very close male friend.” the “queer mat being forced through conversion therapy by tylin and tuon in order to make him a good heterosexual husband” interpretation of his arc simply writes itself!
“blood and bloody ashes, rand, mat thought. i’ve done my part. you do yours. amaresu’s words returned to him. each breath you take is at his forbearance, gambler...” my heart!! he decides to go help rand because of all the times rand helped him!!!!
mat deciding to go to rand: “my soul says i’m a fool” but he’s still going because his soul also says that rand is his soulmate!!
mat sends hawkwing to talk to tuon, but we don’t see the conversation, so i’m free to imagine that it went something like “what are you?” “an idiot sandwich” (although hawkwing did hate aes sedai and love conquering, so he might be down with the seanchan agenda for all i know smh)
perrin finally wakes up! last time we saw him was 200 pages ago, and even that was just the brief scene in the last battle chapter where he woke up in mayene and everyone told him to go back to sleep.
“if there was ever a time to push yourself, this is it...today, you just keep working until it’s done.” “but if i collapse...” “then you gave it your all.” “i could fail because i’ve run myself out of strength.” “then at least you didn’t fail because you held back.” this sets up perrin’s death perfectly! there’s a whole thing about how he always holds himself back bc he’s afraid of his own strength, so we could’ve had him finally go apeshit in this battle and then overexert himself and die heroically, having defeated slayer and protected rand/the cavern. at the end of the book he’s no longer ta’veren and feels already kinda like a loose end and not someone who will be of any importance in the next age, so he really should’ve been the one to die instead of egwene.
“the tugging was insufferable. bloody ashes, rand. leave me alone, you-” our Actual last cauthor ta’veren pull for the road (i believe) ❤️ it ended like it began, driving mat to distraction and consuming his every thought.
finally, someone (mat) rides a fucking dragon!!!! now he just needs to ride THE dragon and we’ll be golden
“he reached for the pack with rand’s banner, which he’d carried tied at his waist, but it was gone. panicked, mat looked about. ‘the banner! i dropped the bloody banner!’” rand’s banner is so important to him 😭😭
oh wait i think it’s because they need to be beneath rand’s banner to get the heroes of the horn to come to them djfkgjhkj i like my interpretation better though
alanna dies but releases rand’s bond first so he’s fine. so, okay, nynaeve healed her back to consciousness which DID save rand (so that alanna was conscious and could release the bond) but she dies anyway so nynaeve’s last battle contribution feels fairly pointless on the whole lmao
we get a brief mat-perrin reunion outside the cavern as they both protect rand! i DO finally get my fulfillment of the narrative promise that all 3 boys will need to be together at the last battle, but it still would’ve been better if they’d actually all SEEN each other and been in a scene together.
and we finally deal with slayer and padan fain, 2 boring and largely useless villains who lasted WAY too long. just the other day i saw someone propose that the show merge them and give fain slayer’s powers - i’m not sure how plausible that would be or if it would work, but i do think would be neat and a good way of condensing two underwhelming villains and thereby making them hopefully more effective/interesting. and like, mat just general-ed the ENTIRE LAST BATTLE so he really doesn’t NEED this one additional Final Foe Faceoff imo, and i think perrin’s defeat of slayer should’ve happened during the last battle proper instead of just making him be asleep the whole time. this quick little coda of perrin and mat defeating slayer and fain feels kinda silly and poorly placed.
but i love to see aviendha defeating graendal by unweaving a gateway!! which TPOD made a huge fuss of, and told us avi had a particular skill at it, and then we never saw it again! loved to see that come back and be relevant! avi’s whole battle against graendal was really great. she took out a forsaken, absolute queen!!!! but i wish we got a definitive answer about the injury to her legs - in the epilogue she can stand with assistance but can’t walk, and various healers give various opinions on whether she’ll be able to walk again. i need to know for fic purposes whether she’ll heal enough to walk or whether elayne and mat should invent a wheelchair for her!
the ultimate use of callandor is: rand tricks moridin into picking it up, and because of the design flaw, this allows moiraine and nynaeve to yank moridin (using the true power) into the circle and control him once there, so all 3 powers are used to defeat the dark one (as i predicted a few books ago!) rand claims that min came up with this idea. X doubt lmao every time we saw min think about callandor and the prophecies she was like “i have no idea what this means” and then other people figured things out without her help. sanderson was just desperately trying to give her one (1) contribution to the last battle.
elayne feeling rand channeling at this moment: “the feeling of supreme strength, the beauty of control and domination” one last Daddy Rand for the road! not even elayne, domme extraordinaire of all 3 of her partners, is immune!
“aviendha blinked at the light, and knew it was rand. it drew her back from the brink of darkness, flooding her with warmth. he was winning. he was winning. he was so strong. she saw the true warrior in him now.” ❤️❤️❤️
min also has a pov on this but it’s not important
logain did not die, unfortunately, but he seems to be set on a better path now that he sees people looking to the asha’man with gratitude and affection after they saved them and realizes that he wants the black tower to be a protector of the people. awww. i still don’t think he should’ve been the one to break the seals though. egwene, the watcher of the seals, whose breaking of them was narratively promised to us, should’ve survived the battle and broken them!!!!
“the way [nynaeve] folded her arms made her look as if she were holding herself together. wrapping her arms about herself to stop from crying. ‘who else died?’ perrin asked, bracing himself. it was obvious from her expression. she had lost one already.” one of her kids😭😭 nynaeve tells him about egwene. “i left...to save you. i only came along to protect you.” “you did, nynaeve. you protected rand so he could do what he had to do.” 😭😭😭
loial searches all over the camp for mat, but mat isn’t fucking there because he immediately ran right over to the seanchan camp!!! to put on a fireworks show for tuon whilst rand is on his deathbed!!!! i hate it here!!! this is our last mat pov ever and he has absolutely 0 thoughts about any of his randlander friends, just tuon!!!
tuon is pregnant, which she has learned from the walking pregnancy test, min. “mat felt a jolt, as sure as if a firework had gone off inside of his stomach. an heir. a son, no doubt! what odds that it was a boy? mat forced a grin. ‘well, i guess i’m off the hook now. you have an heir.’ ‘i have an heir,’ tuon said, ‘but i am the one off that hook. now i can kill you, if i want.’ mat felt his grin widen. ‘well, we’ll have to see what we can work out.’” note that it is mat’s FORCED grin that is widening - becoming more forced, i would interpret. not sure what to make of him hoping for a boy so badly. all i can think is that only women can sit on the crystal throne, so he hopes the baby is a boy so that tuon will need more babies and therefore need to keep mat around longer? but i don’t think it was ever said that men can’t sit on the crystal throne, just that none have in a long time, so idk. it IS kind of an interesting gender role reversal of like henry the eighth (and other monarchs in our history), where the king’s wife is useful only as a babymaking (specifically son-making) machine and he’ll dispose of her when she stops being useful in that way, but it’s just so sad that that’s the sort of life Our Mat ends up in. ugh!!!
also, mat hoping for a boy means it will absolutely be a girl, that’s just the rules of stories (also in avi’s rhuidean vision the ruler who succeeded tuon was a woman, so maybe her firstborn daughter). i first met mat in the show where he is a #girldad, so this baby has to be a girl because i want single #girldad mat to babynap his baby and flee back to randland to join up with avirandlayne raising their six (6) babies in caemlyn endgame. yes this is the premise of the fic i’ve had planned ever since i read the epilogue summary almost a year ago before i even started or planned to start the books (although my original thought was just cauthor, whereas now i know the galaxy brain endgame that is avimatrandlayne! tho i’ve written a bit of the fic already and am cutting avi’s quadruplets down to 1 baby because a) avi having quadruplets is absurd, b) i’d rather die than have to come up with names for 7 babies (including mat’s))
moghedien gets made damane, one last Fate Worse Than Death For Female Villain for the road 🙄 and the sul’dam is like “they said we couldn’t enslave any more AES SEDAI, not that we could’ve enslave ANYONE :)” which goes to show yet again that the seanchan are so not going to hold to this treaty.
nynaeve shares the news of rand’s death. at his girlfriends’ lack of reaction, some lords mutter to each other, “...expected the aiel savage to be heartless, and maybe the queen of andor, but the other one? not a tear.” you lords are dead to me, how dare you do elayne and avi like that and imply min was the one who loved him more! also, throughout the epilogue we have confirmation that absolutely everybody straight up knows that rand has 3 girlfriends, and NO ONE ever remarks on it or shows any sign that it’s unusual lmao that’s so weird!! would’ve made way more sense to keep all the relationships under wraps, i have no idea why (in universe OR narratively) the entire world was made aware of them.
avi says that with rhuarc dead, she thinks her rhuidean visions must be able to change and have already changed, phew!!
perrin, previously our most heterosexual and monogamous character, has some wildly bi and poly thoughts about rand and faile here: “how could i be expected to hold them both, then let one go?” “caemlyn, cairhien, dumai’s wells. here he saved one of them. cairhien, ghealdan, malden. here he had saved another. two forces in his life. each had pulled at him.” “he had wanted to be with his friend as he died. this time, he would be with faile where she had died.” like oh my god! put..........put perrin and faile in the polycule?? lmao
awww this moment of perrin finding faile in TAR and saving her life in the real world is so reminiscent of that moment in TDR ❤️❤️❤️
birgitte told olver to toss the horn away somewhere “preferably the ocean” WHAT IF THEY NEED THE HORN AGAIN AT THE NEXT LAST BATTLE AT THE END OF THE NEXT AGE????? IDIOT
birgitte is about to be reborn. maybe as one of melaine’s twins??? haha there’s no reason to think that, but melaine IS close to giving birth sooo
“elayne took her arm, eyes watering. ‘love and peace, birgitte. thank you.’ birgitte smiled, then closed her eyes, and let herself drift away.” ❤️❤️❤️
tam pov at rand’s funeral 😭😭 the plants growing at shayol ghul: “is this your gift to us, son? a final one?” “the aes sedai were planning an elaborate memorial for egwene; tam preferred a quiet affair for his son. rand could finally rest.” “tam looked at the corpse, gazing down into his son’s face by the fire’s light. he did not wipe the tears from his eyes. you did well. my boy...you did so well.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
IT IS LITERALLY EVIL THAT NO ONE TELLS TAM THAT RAND IS STLL ALIVE!!!!! and nynaeve and perrin and mat!!!!! more on this in a bit
elayne, avi, and min say that they have to make sure everyone believes rand is really gone. which you’ve accomplised so far by having no reaction to his “death” and making everyone weirded out and suspicious lmao great job guys.
me reading the epilogue summary a year ago: huh, i wonder how rand switches bodies with moridin
me reading the epilogue after having read all 14 books: huh, i wonder how rand switched bodies with moridin
lmao i was expecting we would see it happen onscreen, i was expecting some sort of magic ritual with alivia’s assistance, but nah! no explanation! at least not one obvious or clear enough for my dumb ass to pick up on. also i can’t believe the narrative went through all the trouble of randomly introducing alivia, a hyper powerful channeler, and telling us she was gonna be soooo important, and then all she does to “help rand die” is give him money and clothes so he can sneak away and start a new life! lame!
the horse he leaves on is dappled. jeade’en is also dappled according to wot wiki!!!! it says that this horse is a gelding but wot wiki says jeade’en is a stallion, but i don’t care, that’s jeade’en in my heart!!!!
and cadsuane is the new amyrlin seat. SIGHHHHHHHH. insert all my complaints in past posts about how egwene symbolized the best of the aes sedai institution and cadsuane symbolized the worst, so it makes no fucking sense that we would end the series by killing off the symbol of progress and improvement of the institution and replacing her with the symbol of The Old Ways That Are Demonstrably Bad.
what the fuck is going on with rand’s pipe!!!! what the fuck!!!! what’s happening!!!!!
also, i’m so mad that he can’t channel anymore. characters losing their powers after saving the world my detested!!!! i get that not being able to channel helps him sink into anonymity and live a normal life, but he struggled with saidin for so long and hated himself for being a channeler for so long and then FINALLY came to terms with it - at the beginning of this book he was thinking how he wanted to learn all the things and channel as much as he could and learn healing and good things the power could do! - so it feels............cheap somehow, or like undoing that part of his character arc, to have him end unable to channel AND RELIEVED ABOUT IT.
and he’s still like “gosh i just can’t choose between 3 women, how bad of me!” we have BEEN OVER THIS SOOOOO MANY TIMES, RAND
and so rand leaves ALONE telling NONE of his loved ones that he’s still alive and is pumped to spend the rest of his life WANDERING the world ALONE with NONE of his loved ones. okay i will admit that “rand wants nothing more than to settle down in a home with his loved ones” is mostly a show construction and not something that we really saw with book!rand, but still!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he has a second chance of life, why would he want to spend it by himself just wandering around rather than being with all his loved ones!!! i am PRAYING that he’s just taking a lil sabbatical (which he does deserve) and will soon return to elayne and avi and their six (6) babies in caemlyn, because otherwise, what the fuck!!!! the show ABSOLUTELY has to change this ending for rand, it would feel incredibly ooc and unsatisfying with the way s1 set up his character. the show should end with a timeskip where rand rolls up to caemlyn in time for the twins’ birth and then he gets to hold his babies and be at home with them and his wives, it would be such a beautiful full circle moment from his 1x08 dreamworld that he had to reject, now he gets to have it for real!!!
overall, i wish the post-last-battle segment had been longer. i could’ve used 30% less battle scenes and 30% more aftermath! but i know that rj wrote the epilogue (or most of it), so the book kinda had to end right there, even if i would’ve liked sanderson to add an epilogue of the epilogue showing where everyone was a year later or something. and hey, ending so abruptly after the last battle with so little info about what people are going to be up to allows more freedom for post-canon fics!
okay, book’s over! let’s rate some of the character endgames:
rand: 5/10. thrilled he’s still alive and gets a second chance at life, but pissed that he *is relieved* to have lost his channeling ability (losing it is one thing, but being relieved to have lost it is the real sticking point for me) and that he just fucked off, abandoned his partners and babies, and let his dad and friends all think he was dead. if i choose to believe that he will soon return to all his loved ones (which i DO, dammit), then his fate is 9/10.
mat: 1/10. and that one point only because he’s alive and so there are opportunities for fics to get him out of tuon’s clutches and back to the westlands.
perrin: 6/10. idk perrin’s ending is Fine. nothing unsatisfying about it (besides that i still think he should’ve died instead of egwene), but nothing remarkable about it either. he’ll be miserable married to the queen of saldaea, though, that’s for sure. he still just wants a simple life and will never be able to have it.
egwene: 2/10. went out like a badass and had a very powerful and emotional death scene, but should have lived because everyone’s toast without her in the fourth age.
nynaeve: 9/10. taking a point away bc she didn’t get to do much in the last battle, but otherwise her ending is nice!
elayne: 10/10. she’s got both her thrones, she’s got her babies, she’s got her girlfriend, she knows her boyfriend is alive, she is the only one willing to fight the seanchan, and she’s become a badass leader and had a fulfilling character arc. as always, she’s perfect.
now let’s do some overall series stats and superlatives!
book ranking from favorite to least favorite:
the shadow rising (my brain has willfully forgotten the perrin plotline of this book and chosen only to remember stone of tear everyone in the same place my beloved, the waste plotline my beloved, and the tanchico plotline my beloved. if you’d asked me mid-series, i would’ve put LOC first and this second or even third.)
the fires of heaven
lord of chaos (retroactively lost some places because, while it was my favorite immediately after reading, as i kept on i realized it had set up some plotlines and character separations i would end up hating)
the dragon reborn
the gathering storm (it’s only this high because i’ve given more weight to the awesome second half than the awful first half. would be even higher if i could discount the first half altogether. the “rand and avi are together in arad doman but narratively forbidden from interacting and so rand/min continue to act like a monogamous couple right in front of avi’s salad” situation makes me angrier than almost anything else in the entire series except for tylin/tuon/seanchan-related things jkfgh)
a crown of swords (again, has one of the most horrible and infuriating plotlines of the whole series, but i absolutely loved the rest of the book)
the great hunt (this and ACOS are pretty flexible)
eye of the world
a memory of light
winter’s heart
path of daggers
towers of midnight
crossroads of twilight
knife of dreams
top 9 characters (in alphabetical order) because i could only think of 9 off the top of my head so i’m leaving the 10th spot open for any other beloved character i might be forgetting at the moment because there are too many goddamn characters:
aviendha
egwene
elayne
faile
gawyn (fight me)
mat (pre-COT. i don’t know COT-AMOL mat)
nynaeve
rand
verin
fuck it actually the tenth spot goes to lini, she’s an icon
ship rankings (including a select few non-canon ones):
godtier: rand/elayne, rand/aviendha, mat/rand, mat/elayne, elayne/aviendha
good tier: egwene/gawyn, lan/nynaeve
mid tier: perrin/faile, moiraine/thom (it’s random and makes no sense but i don’t actively hate either party, which puts it above shit tier lmao)
shit tier: rand/min, mat/tuon, siuan/bryne, morgase/tallanvor
i was going to try and list out some favorite scenes or plotlines but there are just too many to think of looking back on all of them lmao you all who have been reading my recaps already know which parts were my favorites anyway! these recaps started as silly little shitposts for me to list out gay ass cauthor moments in TSR but then evolved into Serious Bookclub, all because you guys were always engaging with my observations and thoughts and sparking fun discussions! thank you all for tagging along on this journey!!!! i will close with my first ever recorded book thought, which remains a mood:
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Emotional destruction Vol.2. There is more to come!
How… how has Nightow the style of 80s shoujo manga down to a T? I love it.
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I didn’t see this at first, BUT KNIVES IS HOLDING A KNIFE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
01: Invasion
Of course, the Golden Gate-like-Bridge needs to be destroyed to show that the attack has begun. While the ark looks cool and all, it doesn’t really looks like something that can stay in the air. (really, Knives? Tell me how you plan to let the people on the ark live after you do the genocide. Self Absorbed bastard. This is your ark, for you alone.)
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Yes, take even more agency from him.
Having his whole body weight on one point, the connector must hurt so much right now. I am sure it feels like it gets slowly torn out.
Legato could make a fortune by being a sport instructor. Just make me move! I pay you!
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I wanna slap him so badly. Seriously. THANKS TO VASH?! He is running around trying to help them as much as he can!
KNIVES! YOU ARE THE REASON THAT YOUR SISTERS ARE ON THIS PLANET AT ALL! TELL ME AGAIN ABOUT YOUR SIN OF ACCIDENTALLY KILLING THE SISTERS THAT WERE ON THE 802 SHIPS. YOU DID NOT KNOW THAT YOUR FUCKING HAIR TURNS DARK WHEN YOU START TO DECAY! THE FIRST LAST RUN YOU SAW WAS LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO! TELL ME HOW MANY SISTERS YOU HAVE SEEN DIE, AGAIN?! You had 150 years to learn about this! 150 years and you failed to do so. Your sisters and their wellbeing aren’t that important to you, buddy. Don’t use them to give yourself validity. And don’t you dare to use Tesla again!
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FUCKING FINALLY! I NEED SOMETHING MORE THAN CAPSLOCK TO MAKE MY RAGE ABOUT KNIVES’ DENIAL KNOWN!
Oh, tsundere Legato time. And Knives does not stop him. Does Knives truly not understand that Legato is starting to act not only on his own but against Knives’ stated interests?
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At first I thought this was a moment of peace for Wolfwood that boils down to him finding his determination. But in hindsight, this is him knowing he is starting to get crushed between the rock and the hard place. He is waiting to act, he cannot act, even though most gruesome things are happening all around him and he is part of it. (Insert the: "Kitten, I'll be honest. Daddy is about to kill himself"-meme)
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Who else thought about Carl? “That’s what forgiveness sounds like. Screaming and then silence.” Knives, that kills people!
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*snorts* Yeah, because you have had such a presence in the story til now. Tell me again, how lawful the world is. I'll wait. Yeah, at the bar of that nice granny with the guy that was nearly lynched with his truly innocent bestie.
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I forgot about that. I forgot that Wolfwood is used to kill in the cities. I made a pained squeaky noise when I saw them. Someone shut Chapel up and hug Wolfwood!
Wolfwood’s past pulls him down. His training and way of life goes so strongly against his morals. And Chapel knows exactly how to use it to hurt Wolfwood.
But Wolfwood has already changed so much during the story. From the start, while he put his own life first, he never killed with any animosity, the didn't torture people. By following Vash’ (pretty selfdestructive) ruling, he found a way of going forward that fits his morals so much more. He cares about life and especially the lives of others. His responsibilities still stand, that’s why he is still able to kill, but this Wolfwood here is very far from the pupil Chapel had true power over.
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Can someone shut this bitch up, please?
Chapel is a manipulator. He knows his “pupils” and knows how to put them down. He doesn’t plan to take Wolfwood in again. He just wants to hurt him. He wants revenge for Wolfwood acting out, for Wolfwood deserting the Eye of Michael's teachings. But this is a struggle for power over Wolfwood, too. Livio is a much better pupil in his eyes, since Chapel seemingly erased his character and wants successfully.
The antithesis of the blank ticket. Your past binds you down. You cannot start anew. Just give in and accept your given place in the world. It is Wolfwood's way of thinking, too. No wonder he hurts so much. Chapel’s teachings dug deep into him.
Wolfwood realises how deeply Chapel has dug his claws into Livio. That’s why he tries to force Chapel to make Livio stop and not Livio himself. But he has no power in this situation here. Chapel has the power since he has power over Livio. And, damn, he uses it to hurt Wolfwood in revenge. Wolfwood is desperately looking for a way out, but he cannot find one.
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His sisters want him to stop, too. Not that he listens.
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Vash is still hateful of himself for attacking Rem. He never stopped. Even working through his anger at Rem... The anger was replaced with selfhatred and ever since then he has been spiraling.
But the thought about people not changing… They talk about humanity, but isn’t it about Knives, too? I highly doubt that Knives can change. Everyone is able to, but not everyone chooses to do so. Knives cannot reflect upon what he has done, because then he himself and humanity wouldn’t be that different. Both twins are so good in seeing things just as black and white. Damn all of humanity or all of humanity is good, instead of what it truly is, grey. 
OF COURSE HE SAID TESLA! This is so much not about Tesla. Poor girl is just a pawn for Knives, like everyone else. He was such a sensitive kid and now he cannot even realise his own true feelings, much less recognise feelings in other people. He is living a delusion.
It makes Knives an interesting villain, though. I like villains that you can somewhat empathise with. Every last one of us can end like him (without the outright genocide). He is a warning and he is not redeemable, however much I feel for him.
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Ugh, yes, Vash is completely right. 
But look at you, Vash. You are a bottle under so much pressure, too. You drinking away your pain does not erase it. You know the source, but you never started to deal with it at all. Why does the stuff you preach never reach you yourself?
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But Knives turns away from Vash, again and again. Knives cannot open himself up to Vash. Anger and hate are feelings that are so much better than the vulnerable hurt and fear. Seriously, Vash, how long til it is enough?
“Then we will be even.” No, not really. The people who have hurt Knives are gone. There is no balance to be redone. Knives’ “even” means that the scales are completely destroyed and only he remains. Knives pumps out new victims of violence daily, the only words that are spoken are “Hate creates more hate, violence creates more violence.” Knives has been gone up in his crusade since the Great Fall. Everything after that was him actively searching for and creating more and more reasons to justify him causing the Great Fall and more importantly, killing Rem.
02: Silent Ruin
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I shall save our imprisoned sisters! By imprisoning them in MY BODY! A much better idea! Knives does not care about them. Everyone has to agree with him. There is no group, there is no peace, there is only Knives. And Knives can only stop if only Knives remains. If he successfully erases humanity, then he will turn on his sisters, he will turn (more) on Vash. 
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I have to agree with one thing from Chapel. He taught Wolfwood really better than to let someone get away… Someone like Chapel… Just saying.
Wolfwood tries his best to protect his home. It is never enough, the odds are so against him. How must that feel? That you give your all, you put yourself between something that evil and children and it is not enough. Remembering Wolfwood’s second nightmare, he killed Chapel to protect the orphanage from Chapel. Maybe Wolfwood found out about the continued usage by Chapel just then.
“So many uses for the good-natured.” I don’t think Wolfwood gets that Chapel means him, too. Wolfwood has been used and abused by him. He is a victim. And he cannot see it. He only sees the things he has done, not that he literally had no choice there. And he lets all the sins fall back to him, making him completely monstrous in his own eyes.
Chapel is so sure that his grip on Livio is complete and I so hope that Wolfwood can prove him wrong. 
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There is something to be said about the arm sticking up into the air like the ship from the Great Fall. Even the angle is the same. This is something like the Second Fall. 
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Just a reminder that Wolfwood is on the ship, unable to do anything to stop this, waiting and hoping for something to happen so he can act. And it is eating him alive. He is isolated and completely alone. If he rebels now, his life would be not only forfeited, but he would also be unable to help when… if… the time comes. He has to kill in Knives’ name while he waits all his morals and pain aside. The deaths would happen anyway. But that doesn’t change Wolfwood from hating himself for doing so. Vash is at least actively fighting Legato, Wolfwood suffers a different kind of torture. And I am not gonna lie, I'd prefer to be in Vash' position instead of Wolfwood's.
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So, like after the Great Fall. How many people died after the initial crash due to hunger, infighting and exposure? Has the population since then grown? Or is it still stagnating?
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INSURANCE WOMEN! AHHHHHHHH!
03: Counterattack!!!
I just love Meryl and Milly as intelligence, checking out the situation in the different cities and bringing the info to the people who are able to do something.
I love the proactiveness, I love their care, I love their bravery.
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Meryl looks so different. She has lost her spunk, her spark. She looks so much more downtrodden and depressed. Softer and hurt, really.
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I love our brat Brad. Like Meryl and Milly, he is a good person who tries to help the way he can. He couldn’t go out, til now, because his expertise was needed, but he is ready to go at the frontlines.
It looks like none of them know what happened to Vash. The last people of the group who have seen him are Meryl and Milly and that was when he was driven out of the city.
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FINALLY SHE TELLS SOMEONE! 
And I didn’t get that Meryl knows everything… She saw more than Hoppered, but it looked like everything since Vash was adulty, but maybe Nightow retconned that one.
I have complicated feelings about this. Meryl wanted to get to know Vash and know of his enigmatic past. But narratively, Vash and she didn’t really do anything to get there. It was an accident. Vash didn’t need to change and open up to share this. And… that is an ongoing flaw of him, a flaw that has already cost him so much and we don’t see it changing. Vash not only gets her total empathy without opening up, he now gets it from all of Home (or at least the command). That said, I like that we see it affecting Meryl. She is traumatised, rightfully so. She is working through it either completely alone or only with Milly. For all the empathy Vash deserves for his life, he doesn’t really earn it by connecting to others. Others connect in his stead for him. While Meryl suffers for it alone, Vash profits from it. This is an ongoing pattern, not only with Meryl. With Wolfwood, too. How often did Wolfwood persist and run after Vash to keep on talking, while Vash avoided? And it irks me more and more, the further the volumes go. Vash is a self made martyr, but it is the people that care about him that pay most of the price. Vash needs an Oh-Moment, but I don’t trust that even that would be enough. 
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Oh. Vash fought Knives before! Until now it looked like July was his first “real” fight with Knives, but he had altercations before. I would love to know more about those, because from what we saw in July and Jeneora Rock, Vash had so much trouble confronting Knives. Vash’ conflict avoidance, especially with Knives, is such a big part of him. He actively goes against Wolfwood’s advice to check out the erased towns more than once. We know that Vash has a real inner conflict going on about Knives, that he says he wants to kill him but his actions say otherwise. Did no one zoom in on that in the past? Or wasn’t it there then?
Young Luida!
Is he fighting on his own? Maybe, maybe not. But I love that the humans are now empowered enough to go and help Vash and don’t leave it to him. It doesn’t look like they wanted to in the past, either, but Vash left them no choice. Now Vash needs them, even if they don’t know how much.
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No, Luida! Don’t join the selfhate club! What counts is your actions and not your thoughts. And you are the least of a coward. You lead a fucking company. Same for you, Meryl! You stood by Vash’ side. Yes, you didn’t completely understand the danger you were in, but may I remind you of Keele? Please don’t let yourself get pulled down by those martyrs. You do enough and are strong enough.
And next to everyone is like that. People don’t want conflict, they don’t want to risk being hurt or worse killed. They don’t want their loved ones to die. So if someone else is able to bear all the responsibility and pain, they feel relief. But that often leads to people like Vash and even more like Wolfwood. People who have to bear the gross alone. But what counts is action. And Meryl is going out into a warzone, trying to help and get info, Luida is leading a resistance.
Being a leader is such a difficult position. On the one hand you are safe from the frontlines, but everyone's life is on your shoulders. Your mistakes add up and your victories are easily forgotten. It is so easy to see leaders as highpaid CEOs that cash in while the workers suffer. Luida is not one of those and I hope she does not stick to that fallacy.
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The plants share their memory. Vash has been shown to connect to his sisters via his mind, why wouldn’t his sisters be unable to do it, too? And this is a sign, this is a cry for Knives to stop. His sisters do not want this. They could show him hurtful things, but instead they show him humans appreciating them. What is important for me in that scene is that it is not only a child asking questions, it is a mother teaching the child ageappropriately about the plants, showing her own gratitude to the plant in question and it then gets reflected in the husband, too. The plants care for humans, they want to help. (Little siderant about angels. Angels are so much like machines. They exist for their godgiven purpose and are satisfied with this. They do not wish for more. Dependent plants seem more and more like angels, especially with Nightow saying they see humanity as their god. Independent plants, like humans, have no ingrained purpose and maybe part of the twin’s struggle comes from this. They don’t know their purpose, but they feel like they need one. Nice reflection of the modern human.)
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Knives is visibly upset by his sister’s memory. Of course, since it goes against what he preaches. It shakes his resolve. Vash seems shaken, too. I cannot really put his expression there. Well, he is most likely in pain and enduring Legato. But beyond that… who knows.
I am not sure how to interpret these panels. Especially with it ending on Wolfwood smoking, what we have seen before is him enduring and waiting, too. Could it be that the dream of the plants is on par with Vash and Wolfwood, with them enduring and waiting for their time to act to give balance back to humanity and plants? Or is it a foreshadowing that those two will help the plants achieve this balance?
COUNTERATTACK! THE TIME OF WAITING IS OVER! Yes, Knives… you are so completely rational, standing at the front of your battleship, laughing maniacally.
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Plant memories. Good ones. Even the researcher with the cross that got halved by Knives is part of it. His sisters see the good in humans, how they try and they appreciate it. Moreso, they actively use these memories on Knives to stop him, to make him listen.
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Even here. Brad doesn’t want to attack the innocent plants. But Knives uses them as shield. Brad has to do this to get through to Knives, to have any hope of success. And again, a struggle that is caused by Knives himself that in the end hurts mainly his sisters, while he is unaffected.
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And this is what the regular panels of Wolfwood smoking boiled down to. He waited for a time to act. 
It looks creepy and quiet, like a predator inching in on his prey, looming over it in a real display of power difference. An omen of death and judgement. But Wolfwood also looks like a broken man, a dead man walking at the same time. Like I said, Wolfwood has been through his own torture for seven months and I truly believe that it has left massive scars in him.
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Sick as a dog. <Bradley Bradshaw x reader>
This is my first published piece of writing but my baby, Reese Withoutaspoon aka @greatbigshiningstar is sick with Covid, and I want to make her feel better even if I’m not where near her. Love you doll hope you can imagine Roost with this.
I hope you enjoy and anytime any one of you are sick just remember Bradley would buy you your favourite soup and cut your bread exactly the way you like it!
pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x (f)reader
word count: 1846
warnings: Mentions of feeling and being sick, Bradley’s awful dad jokes, way too many curse words and sexual references (if you really squint hard enough – haha hard)
summary: The reader is home sick from the flu she got from work (can be whatever job you want I’m not going to explicitly describe what job she does) and wants to just curl up and die. Will Rooster let her be alone? No! He protect. He attack. He’s got his baby’s back! Just a cute little drabble of Bradley looking after her.
Pain. Pain is all I could feel, coursing through my body and destroying everything in its path. It's like if you gave the basic flu weapons and said, 'have at it!'. Now all I can think about are cartoon germs with machine guns shooting at my immune system until there is nothing left to destroy. Now, I'm an averagely smart person I obviously know that they don't have weapons and aren't shooting me from the inside but right now if you told me to stand up straight and count to ten, I'd be doing the macarena and wouldn't even notice the difference. I go to cuddle my pillow until I realise, I'm not even in bed I'm in my car and have been since 3 pm. 4 hours in my car just sitting there. No music. No phone. Just sitting. When did I get home? How did I get home? Did I accidentally kill anyone on my way home? I guess we'll never know.
I decide that I need to go inside and curl up and live my life in a quarantine-like staycation where I will not be talking to anyone, my best friend will be my cold bathroom floor and kid's drowsy cough medicine because I only like the strawberry flavour and apparently adult medicine manufacturers thought Let's make it taste worse than their own vomit and make them take it 3-4 times a day. Yeah, no thanks I'm okay with my kiddie medication, maybe that's why I'm always asked for parenting advice by new mums in the pharmacy. By the time I actually am able to get my dead legs out of the car, it's been 27 minutes and I stumble into my shitty home like a newborn deer learning to walk. All because of Jaida from work.
That bitch Jaida can get the flu, have a few sniffles and get on with the day. But puts everyone else at risk. Like okay, Jaida you've got a good immune system we get it! She gets to continue her day whereas I am reenacting the exorcist when I even try to drink water.  How is it fair? I enjoy my job. I want to be at my job. I unscrew the top of the medicine bottle and simply drink it like it's an energy drink, the door to my bedroom opens and I just lay on the bed. 
Suddenly I hear the front door open once again. All this time I've been thinking about myself when I forget I share this shitty home with my amazing boyfriend who has such an important job and if he gets sick, what if he can't go out on a flight and countless people die because of it? Okay nope, he's not allowed near me it is decided I am going to reenact another film, Contagion. 
"Honey I'm home!" I hear the naval officer yell throughout the house. The silence is deafening in response. He starts whistling about as if his version of echolocation will be able to locate me within the house. I stand up to back myself against the door so he cannot enter which feels like the biggest task I've ever completed. I hear him try to push the bedroom door open and fail imminently. "Why are you up against the door? Are you naked? You know I don't mind it's nothing I haven't seen before." He goes to push against the door once again.
"I'm not naked. I'm sick." I weakly croak out just enough for him to hear.
"Okay? So are you going to let me in or?" His voice is laced with confusion, boy take a hint, I love you but not happening. 
"I'm not letting you in because if you get sick you might not be able to work and if you can't work then Mav might personally send firing jets to shoot me." He can tell there's a frown on my face even behind the oak door. By now I'm sitting on the floor leaning against the door because all my energy is drained. I hear Rooster's knees drop to the floor and look to see him looking through the gap at the bottom of the heavy door and hear a little giggle. "Fuck off it's not funny!" I can't help but laugh which causes my chest and throat to hurt more. "I'm dying of influenza in here and you're laughing about me. Some widow you'd make Bradshaw." Again a fucking giggle easily escapes that man's mouth. 
"Right then if you're dying might as well get some things I've been meaning to say for a long time but never had the courage to say." He sighs and sits with his back to the door as I am also doing. A light tension fills the air. "You're a stupid bitch and I hate you. You're ugly too." 
"Right now I want you to get sick you dickhead." I lightly hit the door soon realising that hurt my whole body more than I reckoned. 
"Then open the door all you have to do is open the door and let me get my karma." His voice sounds tempting. He's got that charm that could sell the internet to an elephant. Not sure if that makes sense but I'm feeling like dumbo on wine right now so I don't really mind if my idiom makes sense or not. That man knows exactly what he's doing. Is it reverse psychology or is it gaslighting either way it's super enticing. I push myself off the floor and open the door. "Ah, a hideous monster!" He yells as I open the door. Bradley sees the upset and frustration on my face and knows I'm about to slam this door in his face. "Wait no! I'm sorry!" Allowing him to walk into our shared bedroom felt illegal to me. I keep my distance from him baking away as far as I can go before hitting the bed that stood in the centre of the room. "Am I not allowed to be near you?" I shake my head in response. 
"I'm not getting you sick dude that would fucking suck! And you're a child when you're sick so I'm not willing to play nurse. Love you, not that much." Rooster puts his hands up in a surrender-like fashion and stays where he is. His dark brown eyes scan me up and down. "Stop looking at me like that." 
"Like what?"
"Like I'm a dying puppy." My lips form into a pout. 
"I want to look after you. That's all I want. I won't come near you I promise." His fingers form into a cross behind his back.
"And how do you propose that you can look after me without coming near me." I'm sceptical about his methods.
"Get into bed." A little smile forms on his face.
"I don't see how having sex is going to help bud." Scoffs pass his lips as he has given up with my bullshit. Before I can even process what is happening his long arms have been placed onto my shoulders and pushed my back onto the mattress. A small yelp escapes my lips. "I have no energy for this." I feel the mattress consume my weight as I sink in slowly but surely. 
"Get under the duvet and I'll be back." He's off! The room is suddenly quiet as I give in to his demands and get settled under the heavy duvet which I can't decide if it's too hot or too cold for it. The first noise I hear is the fumbling noise of the cupboards and then the slamming of them. Instead of Bradley coming back to the room the front door once again opens and closes. I want to get up and see where he has gone but this bed has grown more comfortable by the second and not to my recollection my eyes start to close and I doze off. 
I don't know how long it's been while I've been sleeping but I am slowly awoken by the smell of rich chicken wafting its way from the kitchen. My eyes slowly open and I am alerted by Bradley's figure standing in the doorway. My body does a small tense reaction to his terrifying stature. "Hey, sleepysauras. Temp check!" He works his way over to my still comatose body and sticks a thermometer into my mouth. A hmmm noise comes from my chest as I feel the cool plastic on my tongue. "Okay! 101*. You, little lady, have a fever."
"That's mean." My eyes roll around my head. 
"I made cheddar broccoli soup. Just for you. Because I love you!" I stick my middle finger up at him. His laughs fill the house as he goes to fetch the amazing-smelling soup from the kitchen. The soup enters the room before he does as he is holding it out at an arm's length. "So I don't have to come near you!" Weak fake laughs come from my mouth. The tray is set on my lap and the bread is cut my way. "Even though I'm pretty sure it's a felony I cut it horizontally because you're sick and I have to spoil you." I try not to break out into a smile and or cry because it is so stinking cute. "Now eat it up."
"Yes sir, Lieutenant Bradshaw, sir!" I give him a small salute. He goes to leave, "What you're not going to spoon-feed me as well?" He stops in his tracks and does a little 180* spin on the spot. The speed of his run could be considered inhuman, he could put the flash to shame. Instead of simply walking around the bed as a normal person would, Bradley leapfrogs over my side of the bed to his side. The metal spoon is lifted from the white ceramic bowl into his hands.
"I'm going to be honest with you I have already taster tested a lot of this soup. For your protection of course." My head shakes up and down in a mocking gesture.
"My hero!" Rooster's lips move closer to the spoon, which holds the cheddar broccoli soup, and lightly blows on it. Aeroplane-like noises advance from the aviator's lips as he spoon feeds me like a child. "It's nice." Dark brown eyes squint at my choice of words. "It's delicious, Gordon Ramsey would be proud!" Pride fills his expression as he seems very impressed with his amazing cooking. As I demolish the food in front of me my stomach churns only slightly enough to make me gag but not to be physically sick. Rooster goes white as a ghost in front of me, not very well-known fact is that Roost is a huge Emetophobic. Reassurance washes over his pale complexion as he realises I wasn't going to throw up.
My anxieties of not wanting to get him sick are gone as I open up the duvet for him to get underneath with me. He willingly does so and joins our bodies together. The warmth from his body and his arm wrapped around me sends me back to sleep. 
I hope you enjoyed!
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Have you ever wanted 70 angst-laden prompts? Well, here you go, and they’re all lyrics by The Smiths, the masters of the subject. (Yeah I could have done way more but I thought 70 was probably more than enough)
They’re sorted into several catagories: Loneliness, Breakups, Longing, Love, Questions, Cruelty and Corruption, Statements, Struggling, and Sex. I also included the song names so even if you don’t know the song, you can look it up.
However, the categories are just a guide- use them however you want! Have fun!
LONELINESS
The Queen Is Dead
-Life is very long when you’re lonely.
Never Had No One Ever
-Now I’m outside your house, I’m alone.
I Know It’s Over
-If you’re so very clever, then why are you on your own tonight?
Rushholme Ruffians
-I might walk home alone/But my faith in love is still devout.
Asleep
-Sing me to sleep/I don’t want to wake up on my own anymore.
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BREAKUPS
I Know It’s Over
-I know it’s over, still I cling. I don’t know where else I can go.
Unhappy Birthday
-From the one you left behind.
Jeane
-We tried, and we failed.
Miserable Lie
-There’s something against us/It’s not time.
You’ve Got Everything Now
-You’ve got everything now, and what a terrible mess I’ve made of my life.
Still Ill
-Although I ended up with sore lips/It just wasn’t like the old days any more.
Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before
-I still love you/Only slightly less than I used to
A Rush And A Push And The Land Is Ours
-Oh, but don’t mention love, I’d hate the pain of the strain all over again.
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LONGING
Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others
-Send me your pillow, the one that you dream on
Reel Around The Fountain
-I dreamt about you last night and I fell out of bed twice.
Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want
-So for once in my life/Let me get what I want/Lord knows, it would be the first time.
I Want The One I Can’t Have
-I want the one that I can’t have/And it’s driving me mad.
Well I Wonder
-Well I wonder, do you hear me when you sleep?/I hoarsely cry.
-Well I wonder, do you see me when we pass?/I half-die/Please keep me in mind.
How Soon Is Now?
-See, I’ve already waited too long/And now my hope is gone.
Half A Person
-Call me morbid, call me pale/I’ve spent six years on your trail.
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LOVE
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
-To die by your side/Well, the pleasure and the privilege is mine.
The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
-I’ll still be by your side, for you are all that matters.
-Together we lie, together we pray.
What Difference Does It Make?
-I’d leap in front of a flying bullet for you
Hand In Glove
-No, it’s not like any other love/This one is different because it’s us.
-If they dare touch a hair on your head/I’ll fight to the last breath.
Work Is A Four-Letter Word
-If you stay, I’ll stay right beside you.
Unloveable
-I don’t have much in my life/But take it, it’s yours.
Shoplifters Of The World
-Learn to love me, assemble the ways/Now, today, tomorrow, and always.
How Soon Is Now?
-I am human and I need to be loved/Just like everybody else does.
Reel Around The Fountain
-People see no worth in you, I do.
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QUESTIONS
Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now
-Why do I give valuable time/To people who don’t care if I live or die?
The Boy With The Thorn In His Side
-And when you want to live, how do you start?
Miserable Lie
-What do we get for our trouble and pain?
Girlfriend in a Coma
-Do you really think she’ll pull through?
Paint a Vulgar Picture
-You could have said no, if you wanted to/You could have walked away, couldn’t you?
When Will You Accept Yourself?
-Anything is hard to find/When you will not open your eyes/When will you accept yourself?
Sweet and Tender Hooligan
-Will you free me? Will you find me?
London
-And do you think you’ve made the right decision this time?
Panic
-I wonder to myself/Could life ever be sane again?
Barbarism Begins At Home
-Why? Because of what you are.
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CRUELTY AND CORRUPTION
Frankly, Mr Shankly
-It pays my way and it corrodes my soul.
Miserable Lie
-You have corrupted my innocent mind.
These Things Take Time
-And you gave me something that I won’t forget too soon.
Vicar In A Tutu
-Get your vile soul dry cleaned.
Sweet and Tender Hooligan
-And he said that he’d never, never do it again/And of course he won’t, not until the next time.
What Difference Does It Make?
-Heavy words are so lightly thrown.
I Don’t Owe You Anything
-You owe me something/Repay me now.
I Won’t Share You
-Has the Perrier gone straight to my head?/Or is life sick and cruel instead?
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STATEMENTS
These Things Take Time
-You will leave me behind.
I Know It’s Over
-It takes strength to be gentle and kind.
Rubber Ring
-But they were the only ones who ever stood by you.
Back To The Old House
-There’s too many bad memories.
Girl Afraid
-I’ll never make that mistake again.
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STRUGGLING
What’s The World?
-I’m going under/You can feel them pulling me down.
I Keep Mine Hidden
-Hate, love and war/Force emotions to the fore/But not for me, of course/I keep mine hidden.
You Just Haven’t Earned It Yet, Baby
-You must suffer and cry for a longer time/You just haven’t earned it yet, baby.
That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore
-It’s too close to home/And it’s too near the bone.
Well I Wonder
-Gasping, but somehow still alive/This is the fierce last stand of all I am.
You’ve Got Everything Now
-I’ve seen you smile, but I’ve never really heard you laugh.
I Started Something I Couldn’t Finish
-I started something/And now I’m not too sure.
Sheila Take A Bow
-How can someone so young sing words so sad?
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SEX
Handsome Devil
-And I would like to give you/What I think you’re asking for.
-I crack the whip/And you skip/But you deserve it.
-And let me get your head/On the conjugal bed.
Pretty Girls Make Graves
-Give in to lust, give up to lust.
Stretch Out And Wait
-What I do know is we’re here and it’s now/So stretch out and wait.
Ask
-So if there’s something you’d like to try/Ask me, I won’t say no, how could I?
Reel Around The Fountain
-15 minutes with you, oh, I wouldn’t say no.
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Wow your Shriek au is so cool! I am having Many Thoughts about it! Tell me more about Danny’s use of the Fenton tech and it catching the bats’ attention! Do you think (maybe after the reveal) he would share the tech w them at all?
Thank you so much!! I think the Fenton Tech is honestly going to be a root of issues for Danny the whole time he's in Gotham. So after he leaves Amity Park after his friends and family die from probably the Nasty Burger explosion, he hightails it to Gotham for a new start and also to get away from Vlad getting custody over him. But how he Danny going to survive in Gotham on his own? Well, he uses Fenton Tech. He uses the blueprints and makes similar, maybe non-ghost related tech to sell off to some company, sells off parts of the Fenton labs and it's tech every once in a while when he makes some trips back home. Mostly selling off the intellectual rights of the Fenton Work's inventions in order to make money since I think he wouldn't resort to crime and can't get enough money with a normal after highschool gig to get an apartment and basic needs met in Gotham.
The Fenton Tech is actually how the Bats (while more so in their public personas) get their attention. Danny enters some modified Fenton Tech into a Gotham wide technology competition put on by Wayne Enterprises (WE), it's actually more of a unique way to find both potential future villains/threats in Gotham as well as potential tech inventors for WE. Danny enters with some of his parent's tech he messed with and it instantly sets off some alarms for them. Someone that young shouldn't be able to create tech like that, especially alone. Initially background checks on him lead to a lot of dead ends, suspecting that he's faking documents to be in Gotham (he is, thank you Technus.) Danny still places in the WE Tech competition but my god, are the bats interested in him and his tech and how Danny came from nowhere.
After the bats have eyes on him, they try to investigate him more from a civilian standpoint since it doesn't seem like Danny is doing anything wild or illegal in the slightest with his tech. Danny is pretty vague with his answers about the tech. Tim Drake does manage to steal some of the Fenton Tech and it's blueprints and it opens up a whole can of worms about ghosts/supernatural stuff that they're kinda not wanting to admit they're a bit out of their depth with.
Things get ore strange regarding the Fenton Tech once Phantom begins showing up in Gotham (only a few months after Danny moved there, he didn't want to raise too much suspicion with himself.) The bats realize after a couple of encounters that this new meta (aka Phantom) they're trying to get close to try and talk to/assess has tech attached to him that looks a bit familiar, it's Danny's tech that placed him in the competition specifically. It raises questions if Danny has been supplying metas/potential rouges with weapons without them finding out. At this point, Danny is now living within the Wayne Tower with Damian, Duke, and Cass. How is he getting this tech out without them noticing? What exactly are this kid's goals? Lots of questions, no answers.
After it's revealed that Danny is Phantom, Batman is interested in getting full control over the Fenton Tech (both to learn about it as well as have a fail safe in place much like he does with many metas, whether friend or foe.) Danny does allow him access to almost all Fenton Tech excluding anything related to the Fenton Portal itself. He allows this (which surprises some, but not all, of the bat family) because he knows the tech can be used against him. It's specifically because of the whole Dan situation but they don't have to know about that.
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ONE STARTER FROM EVERY SONG IN MY PLAYLIST.
“how can i resist you?” “all the things i could do if i had a little money.” “i’d hate to spend the evening on my own.” “i’m too cowardly to take a stand.” “would that i were made of stone.” “the devil you know beats the devil you don’t.” “it’s all in your eyes.” “i want my stuff back.” “think of it as my desire for you.” “everybody knows that walls have ears.” “why’d you only call me when you’re high?” “i sold my soul to the calling.” “you don’t know what you’re asking for.” “i remember the looks on their faces.” “i’ll show you how to live for free.” “i’d sucker-punch an army if it got in my way.” “you must have some portraits in the attic.” “no one can stop me. i dare you to try!” “i think it’s time we had a little fun.” “i guess all we’ve got’s eachother now.” “i’m sick of all the faking that it takes to make it big.” “can we go back to the start?” “we can be like they are.” “you make my heart beat like the rain.” “there’s no time to sleep.” “they’re coming for you, honey.” “maybe i’m the one that’s being overdramatic, but i don’t think so.” “please know my actions are not motivated only by envy.” “it’s easy once you know how it’s done.” “better make it fast before i change my mind.” “i’m not a fan of puppeteers.” “maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.” “they all cried for my help, but i stood there numb.” “i told you once, you son of a bitch, i’m the best there’s ever been.” “i will show you what i can be.” “you know i talk too much.” “it’s somehow like we’re at a costume party.” “because we come from everywhere, we all come from away.” “come on and catch me, you’ve still got a chance.” “am i the only one not smiling in this place?” “we’ll sleep when the morning comes.” “these are the things that i never will learn.” “i’ve been here before. and i deserve a little more.” “don’t panic, you’ll be fine.” “i haven’t been myself lately.” “i can’t get a grip, but i can’t let go.” “i guess we have some time to kill.” “i could give two shits if the apocalypse was tomorrow.” “my name is gonna make the history books.” “i couldn’t take one more step.” “i don’t wanna forget how your voice sounds.” “who does he think he is?” “the best of us can find happiness in misery.” “the only thing that’s ever stopping me is me.” “if you were church, i’d get on my knees.” “i think that god is gonna have to kill me twice.” “i’m not that kind of boy.” “i cannot believe what i am hearing.” “why don’t we break the rules already?” “i’ll carry you home tonight.” “there is no me without you.” “i loved you then, and i love you now.” “i still feel alive.” “you better make up something quick.” “just stick with me.” “that’s the kinda love i’ve been dreaming of.” “could it be that it’s only in my head?” “you broke my heart again.” “i’ll break your pretty face.” “nobody believes you, now.” “i don’t believe whatever this is.” “we are alone. nowhere to run.” “i’d give my coat to anyone, but it looks the best on you.” “destiny is calling me.” “i won’t cry for you.” “it’s like we know what we’re doing or something.” “better to be laughed at than wrong.” “life gave me some lemons, so i made some lemonade.” “they say i’m a control freak.” “there’s a fork in the road.” “you don’t know fuck about my family.” “how does it feel?” “shut up and listen to reason for once!” “i can’t shake the feeling we’re not coming back again.” “your childish quest is doomed to fail.” “there’s no happy ending in sight for us.” “you’ve given me too much to tolerate.” “at least in this lifetime, we’re sticking together.” “i don’t know what to do without you.” “tell me your weakness.” “i remember the days when i’d make you oh-so afraid.” “let’s break it. just because we can!” “i am gonna make it through this year if it kills me.” “i hope you die. i hope we both die.” “tell me i’m a bad man.” “i’m not a rich kid. maybe that’s a good thing.” “i wanted to be you and do what you do.” “we were always meant to be.” “everything carries weight.” “i don’t fuckin’ care.” “i just don’t want to pretend i could ever be your friend.” “i’m alright if you’re alright.” “they mean it when they say we’re dead and doomed.” “despite what you’ve been told, i once had a soul.” “you dared me to!” “i see a shape in the darkness.” “we’d better just give it up now.” “everybody raise a glass!” “we’ve been keeping score.” “where does it say you’ve gotta live and die here?” “guess we all are born with parts to play.” “i’m done holding back!” “all’s not lost, don’t be so blind.” “you played me from the start.” “i did everything they ever asked.” “no good deed goes unpunished.” “the only ones in need of love are those who don’t receive enough.” “why did you lie to me?” “for the record, this is self destructive.” “it’s our word against his.” “i was meant to be yours.” “i will carry hell to your doorstep.” “isn’t life so fucking inconsistent?” “i wish i could talk to you.” “take a chance, and you could win it all.” “i couldn’t bear another day without you in it.” “i’ve never wanted anything as little as i want this now.” “i don’t miss you.” “there must be more to this.” “last night i was fine.” “you don’t have to be brilliant.” “nobody will ever remember me.” “the wind don’t cower to powerful men.” “we have a past to bury, ___.” “i wanna know who you are. i wanna know it all.” “i’d like to think i can cheat it all.” “this is why i should be leading the way.” “i’ll be back when you least expect it.” “i’ll bother getting better when i bother getting dressed.” “i am not a vessel for your good intent.” “sure, you can forget about all the things you’ve done. but what about the rest of us?” “when the smoke dies down, you can rest assured; we will know who kept their word.”
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oughhg. this is a little out there but its a fun scenario imo. my gabe and v2 eventually also face that hardware deterioration problem as well (after a LONG ass time at least) and since those two hang out on the surface, it's a little more difficult to deal with but i like to imagine v2 goes the more proactive route. over time v2 started studying the corpses of angels (mostly consisting of council-sympathizers or individuals with something to gain from trying to go after gabriel) and uses what it learns from that to engineer some kind of esoteric replacement for its failing processors derived from how angels seem to function. its like less a life extention or revival and more like creating a whole new replacement ai that carries some of its old memories and archived information which also has its own distinct quirks that set it apart from the original v2. the whole reason it does this is because once it noticed its systems beginning to deteriorate its objective basically became 'make sure my friend wont be alone in an otherwise empty world' and it drives me fucking crazy thinking about it
THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS BC I GENUINELY WANTED TO ASK YOU ABOUT THIS....and i can absolutely see the parallels between this version of v2 and v1 as it is resurrected in heaven. i do really like v2 taking a practical approach and deconstructing the anatomy of angels in order to reverse-engineer something that may preserve it (SUCH a neat idea, absolutely in love with it), as well as this being an interesting way that it may emotionally and mentally deal with its decay - work on it, fix it, remember why it's doing it in the first place. and it's a good contrast to me because v1 is acutely aware that its death means a distinct loss and isolation for gabriel, yet its mind has so thoroughly protected against it as a way to prevent locking it into an existential dread it could loop on indefinitely, to the point where every processor it has is consumed by it...and that would be leaving gabriel too. so ultimately it does die, the half-measures they were able to discuss before v1's mind had to detach from the conversation proving to not be enough to save it, and gabriel instead must put into motion a plan he couldn't previously articulate.
BUT either through looting god or his own light (MAN....i like both too much), v1 is brought back to honestly be in much the same position as v2 is for you - both mechanical and divine, it now inhabits a life state nothing before it has achieved. i haven't fully determined what this means for v1, but the transition is an uneasy one as code rewrites into esoteric languages and divine mathematics command its logic to impossibilities. additionally, i can't pass up on the idea of quantum ghosts and v1's consciousness coming back from vast, unfathomable reaches that registered only as strange impressions it can barely call senses or even now memories. it gets fucked up basically!! and now gabriel essentially needs to return the favor it gave him eons ago when it helped him through his fall. SO i am curious how it compares with this v2, since like you mentioned, v2 is more creating something entirely new to be carried over into while v1 is essentially god being shoved into the machine. also need to know gabriel's thoughts on v2's plans as it executes them and the results that come of it....ouuuughhh wait hold on a minute let me formulate thoughts for an ask.........
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Jealous? No Way!
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AO3 Link - Bungo Stray Dogs Selfship / Yumeship Collection
Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs
Characters: Osamu Dazai, Annette 'Ann' Dorste-Hülshoff (OC)
Pairing: Annzai (Dazai/Ann)
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When on shift it was not rare for Ann to spot the menace at Café Uzumaki. Or rather, the guy they had started to refer to as ‘the menace’, mainly because they did not want to call him by his name. And yet, they would have to when on duty. Actually, at all times. They could only call him a menace in their head and their head alone. It was the only name he deserved, at least in their humble opinion. His actual name though was Osamu Dazai. Yes, the Osamu Dazai, part of The Armed Detective Agency. The known nuisance and yet also the guy they had been stuck with for two whole years now. All because of their father’s final letter, his last wish. Well, it wasn’t a wish per se but more a request and Ann was never going to deny their late father. 
“If this reaches your hands, I have long passed on. I apologize for having failed you and your mother in the most crucial part of your lives. No, scratch that, I apologize for having failed the both of you. The family I swore to protect all those years ago… Nothing can reverse my mistakes. I will have to die, knowing that our family will never be the same ever again. Your mother is a strong woman, I am sure she knows how to handle herself. In fact, she might have stayed in safety, as she had been advised to do.
But as for you Ann… I know curiosity is going to get the better of you. You have always been the type of kid who gets her nose into someone else’s business. You have done so since kindergarten and have never failed to impress us with your next big adventure. Therefore I have left you our little cat behind. Ole should already know what to do. Besides, you two seem to be inseparable. He has inherited my ability already, you do not have to fear for him. He will be of assistance. 
But he won’t have to do it alone. There is a young man around your age I have met some years ago. While he has his habits I’m sure you will not like at first, he is more than meets the eye. You will come to notice these qualities quickly.  I have asked him for a few favors to take on after my passing. I’m sure you will know who it is when you see him. After all, the same exact man has led you to the destination of this letter once the time is right. I will leave you in his care. Of course, I am well aware that I cannot force you. But please, at least consider. He agreed to take you in during your times of need.
I wish I could have said goodbye to you and your mother. If I knew that the night of my disappearance would have been my last night with you two, I would have told you all I wanted to say and more. But this man is dead. He will never open his mouth ever again. The most he can do is watch over you from above and guard you from there. I apologize for leaving you all by yourselves, it was never my intention. I wanted to protect our family more than anything, but I failed. All I can do is apologize yet I will never expect you to forgive me. After all, what good of a father leaves his daughter, wife and little buddy all by themselves? I failed you, and I have finally paid for this failure.
But know that I will love you all, always
Karl May”
 
His last words, written down. Well, his last words were directed towards his own child. They will never find out what the true last words were. Was he thinking about them perhaps? And by them Ann means not just themself, but also their mother and even Ole? Was that their father’s last thought? And it was all still weighing heavily on Ann all the same, even after two whole years. They had learned of his passing and yet it was something difficult to get over. Sometimes they wondered if they truly could get over, accepting the fact that he was just gone. Accept the fact that they will never ever see their own mother again, having been forced to cut ties with her out of her own safety. She wanted nothing to do with this after all and it was for the better. Ann? They were at the point of knowing too much, there was no turning back ever since opening the letter. They knew, they did not need to be told. Someone could hunt them at any given point, solely for being ‘the daughter of Karl May’, the guy who got involved with the wrong people and got himself shot in the head. 
This is only why they accepted their father’s request, his final request. He cannot force them, yes. Especially not now. But they wanted to respect it, respect him. It was the least they owed him. Father would blame himself to fail and yet he was not at fault… It was hard for Ann to believe that he was at least. He acted for his family until his last breath. And even if it was to keep them away from them, he would have done so with the intention of keeping his family safe. That’s the type of man Ann remembered and always will remember. His judgment was absolute, one they could trust… Or hoped they could trust.
Because apparently the same dead man had put his trust in Osamu Dazai, the slacker who loved just to make everyone’s day worse, even Ann’s. No, especially Ann’s. And today was no different.
Another day to question their father’s judgment, as much as they did not really want to do that. All they did while cleaning the table with a cloth was watch from afar how Dazai was chatting up one of the waitresses again. The sight was not something they liked, at all. It has been two years and honestly they were just doubting the judgment more and more. What was it about him that made their father trust this guy above all else? And how did they even meet in the first place!? The letter didn’t mention it and whenever asking Dazai himself he would always dodge the question. They were still digging up a few secrets thanks to this guy and they couldn’t stand it nor could they stand him! But apparently he is talented enough to join a detective agency or something like that. And still manage to show up despite an ever growing bill! And all he does is flirt up a woman in a terrible way! Well, Ann’s coworker knew better how to deal with him at least. They would have slapped him across the face several times, it was just too tempting when he went too far and crossed the line.
Osamu Dazai… Ann will never be certain why it was him their father trusted above all else. There was not a lot of redeemable things about him… They only put up with him and live with him because they had to, for their father’s sake. But the two live separate lives… They will never ever be… Be… 
Ah no, their thoughts are going somewhere else again. Hah, this man… All because they saw him flirting with the other waitress which was somehow already bad on its own. All because they felt pity for her, not because they were jealous. No, not at all. They could care less about that… 
“Who he hooks up with is his decision… Whatever. I… Am not interested anyway… ”
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Don’t Look Back Part 8 - Epilogue
Beware, it’s the final part, to find the beginning of the story, it’s here
CW: Major Character Death, Child Death, Mourning ---
Hob watched as the paper burnt into the fire, a black wave invading the white page. The smell of burnt ink and paper sent him back to another life, long ago, in France, where his life had taken a fateful turn. Had he been wrong, to go back in time? Or was he only changing now? Did it matter? Hob never wanted to live the perfect life. He relished making his own mistakes. They weren't a loss, as long as he learnt from them.
And one of the lessons he had learnt was that eternity could not be faced alone.
"Hob Gadling," a deep voice rang behind Hob.
Hob turned away from his contemplation of the fire, and walked toward his guest.
"Morpheus, my friend."
They both sat in their usual seats. The Lord of Dream visited often enough that Hob had set up a permanent chair for his friend in his office. Every time Hob looked at that chair, something warm settled inside his chest. He was not in this on his own.
"Is it today?" Morpheus asked.
"It is." Hob confirmed.
It was the day of Robyn's death. Hob had not remembered the exact date from the previous lives. The first time, he had not been sober enough to remember which day it was, when they brought his son back from the pub. The second one, he had been in prison for too long, not keeping track of the time.
"Robyn had gone to the local pub with his friends. There will likely be a fight, and he will be stabbed and bleed out."
Hob looked at his hands. He felt unreal, like a character that would know that they are in a play.
"I did nothing to stop him. I tried, at first, you know. After Eleanor's second death, I attempted everything I could think of. I tried saving people that I knew would die. Diverted their fate, warned them of the danger. It never worked out. I even tried killing one, and got caught."
"Messing with Destiny's book does nothing to stop my sister from collecting her due." Dream explains.
"I inferred that myself after the first life, yes. But I had to do it, because I had to do everything I could to save my son."
Dream acquiesced.
"You are a better father than I am," he said.
"I am not sure."
"You did everything you could to save your son. I did not try saving mine."
"I tried everything, and I failed. You see, one of the most difficult lessons to learn as a parent, at least for me, was that I had to let him make his own mistakes. It is tempting to warn them of danger, to outright forbid what is not good for them. Often, they won't listen, and you pester them. They need to make their own mistakes, and learn from them. Sometimes, they will draw a widely different lesson that the one you drew from the same mistake. Sometimes, what was your mistake is their joy. But most of all, the right to be wrong is what allows us to grow. And that is a lesson that you most certainly mastered way better than I do, my friend."
"That does not stop me from regretting doing nothing." Dream muttered. "I failed him."
"Morpheus, don't. It is tempting, when we see our children's failures, to consider them our own. And for decades I wondered what I failed, as a parent, that my son should die at twenty. But doing this is a way to negate their agency. How would you feel, if your father berated himself for the mistakes you made. Would it not feel infantilising? Would it not deny that you are your own person, making your own choices. I know I would have my father thinking so about me."
Hob had postulated that, for Dream to have siblings, he should also have parents. Seeing the doubtful expression of Morpheus, his father, if he had one, was not likely to take responsibility for any of his offspring's errors.
Hob closed the space between them, letting a hand land on Morpheus' shoulder.
"Your son made his choice, like I am letting mine's do today. You can deplore it, but do not let it weight on you."
Morpheus looked into Hob's eyes, and a ghost of a smile graced his lips.
"Look at you, Hob Gadling. I thought I would be called to comfort you on this tragic day. Instead, you are comforting me."
"That's what friends are for."
"And what a friend you are," Morpheus answered, placing his hand over Hob's.
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"I saw a production of the Love of Sisyphus, yesterday," Hob told Morpheus. "It was as weird as it always is, seeing someone playing me. The idiots had given it a happy ending."
"That will not last. The great stories always return to their original forms."
"Is there an original form to this one, though? Will Shakespeare never wrote it in this life. When I was accused of being in league with the Devil, and to be clear, you were the one they called the Devil, they confiscated all my belongings, including the copy of the play you gave to Eleanor. We almost had to start all over again that day. Good thing you are good at answering calls."
That day, Hob had been confronted by Ned and the guard about his friendship with the mysterious dark man he kept meeting and that no one else knew. Because it was Ned, Hob knew it was useless to try talking it through. Running was his only option. Good thing he had taken the habit to carry a bit of paper with Morpheus' name on it, in case of emergency.
The Lord of Nightmares had appeared in all his splendour that day, black cape swirling like a cloud of smoke, striking all the assailants down with dreadful visions.
Hob Gadling had reinvented himself, and the legend of Robert Gadlen, best friend of the Devil, had been born. Hob had seen a play about it as well. It was so inaccurate Hob had been choking with laughter for the whole thing.
"After all," Hob added, "would you not say that, in the end, Hob did get a happy ending?"
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And this is the end. If you read until here, thank you so much, I hope you liked the story despite its flaws.
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Shoe Dog
“Let everyone else call your idea crazy…just keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t even think about stopping until you get there, and don’t give much thought to where “there” is. Whatever comes, just don’t stop. — Phil Knight
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A couple of days ago, I made one of the best decision by picking up a dusty gem sitting on the shelf. Maybe it was meant to be dusty when I picked it up. It’s like a treasure that holds an encoded message specially written for you with an aim of shedding light on your journey.
The gem is none other than a book composed of 405 pages where every word is written with utmost wisdom by the one and only, Phil Knight, better known as the creator of Nike. That’s the thing about being an avid reader, you know exactly when you’re reading a really good book!
I know there’s tons of books out there where founders share their journey of starting up but the main “make or break” moment happens when the book gives you a lot of “AHAA” moment and this is exactly what Shoe Dog brings you! I am going to share with you some key moments that truly impressed me and I hope this provides value into your life. The real key is at the ending (make sure to read) till the very end.
1962
“Before running a big race, you always want to walk the track.” “You cannot travel the path until you have become the path yourself.” — Buddha “You are remembered for the rules you break.” — Douglas MacArthur “The main who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.” — Confucius “Don’t tell people how to do things, tell them what to do and let them surprise you with their results.”
1964
“A tiger hunts best when he’s hungry.” “The art of competing, I’d learned from track, was the art of forgetting, and I now reminded myself of that fact.” “Happiness is a how, not a what.”
1965
“He looked at numbers the way the poet looks at clouds, the way the geologist looks at rocks. He could draw from them rhapsodic song, demotic truths.” “Running track gives you a fierce respect for numbers, because you are what your numbers say you are, nothing more, nothing less.” “Inspiration, he learned, can come from quotidian things. Things you might eat. Or find lying around the house.” “But everyone’s athlete, he said. If you have a body, you’re an athlete.”
1966
“Someone somewhere once said that business is war without bullets, and I tended to agree.” “Wisdom seemed an intangible asset, but an asset all the same, one that justified the risk.” “But my hope was that when I failed, if I failed, I’d fail quickly, so I’d have enough time, enough years, to implement all the hard-won lessons.”
1968
“I told her that I flat-out didn’t want to work for someone else. I wanted to build something that was my own, something I could point and say: I made that. It was the only way I saw to make life meaningful.” “Alcohol and time worked their magic.” “The single easiest way to find out how you feel about someone. Say goodbye.” “By nature I was a loner, but since childhood I’d thrived in team sports. My psyche was in true harmony when I had a mix of alone time and team time. Exactly what I had now.”
1969
“Penny and I were learning to live together, learning to meld our personalities and idiosyncrasies, though we agreed that she was the one with all the personality and I was the idiosyncratic one.” “Life is growth. You grow or you die.”
1970
“No news was bad news, no news was good news — but no news was always some sort of news.”
1972
“If we’re going to succeed, or fail, we should don so on our own terms, with out own ideas — our own brand.” “No matter the sport — no natter the human endeavor, really — total effort will win people’s hearts.” “Like books, sports give people a sense of having lived other lives, of taking part in other people’s victories. And defeats.” “The cowards never stared and the weak died along the way — that leaves us.”
1974
“More than a product, we were trying to sell an idea — a spirit.” “But when we did fail, we had faith that we’d do it fast, learn from it, and be better for it.”
1975
“No brilliant idea was ever born in a conference room.” he assured the Dane. “But a lot of silly ideas have died there,” said Stahr. — F.Scott Fitzgerald, The Last Tycoon
1976
“Whatever happened, I just didn’t want to lose. Losing was death.” “Money wasn’t our aim, we agreed. Money wasn’t out end game. But whatever our am or end, money was the only means to get there.” “I no longer simply made Nikes; Nikes were making me.”
1977
“Beating the competition is relatively easy. Beating yourself is a never-ending competition.” “But I liked the idea of acting as if things were going to work out.” “It didn’t focus on the product, but on the spirit behind the product.”
1978
“Obsessives were the only ones for the job. The only ones for me.” “Maybe the cure for any burnout, I thought, is to just work harder.”
1980
“I never knew that numbers could mean so much, and so little, at the same time.” “Any building is a temple if you make it so.” “You measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you.” “To study the self is to forget the self.” “Oneness — in some way, shape, or form, it’s what every person I’ve ever met has been seeking.” “Change never comes as fast as we want it.” “Because mothers are our first coaches.”
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Because here’s the real gift:
I’d tell men and women in their mid-twenties not to settle for a job or a profession or even a career. Seek a calling. Even if you don’t know what that means, seek it. If you’re following your calling, the fatigue will be easier to bear, the disappointments will be fuel, the highs will be like nothing you’ve ever felt.
Put it this way. The harder you work, the better your Tao.
Yours, Asrajjit Kaur
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okay. so you're an optimist with depressive tendencies.
Hello infinite nothingness. You look stunning. I look stunning. We all look stunning.
I have been thinking about him lately. I find myself convincing my heart that he does not care about me. It makes the pain easier to bear.
I wish I could be a true free spirit. I think a free spirit suffers no mental or emotional pain. Everyone has this skewed perception of what it means to be truly free spirited. Running a muck without attachment. Because I have so many unanswered thoughts I do not consider myself free just yet.
I go back and forth a lot. From hate to appreciation, this is how I know I am not ready. But when will I ever be ready?
I want to do things alone with myself. I want to create within my own self. I want to choose me. I want to up my wolf mentality while nurturing my heart shaped sheep. I cannot let the sheep in me die. I no longer wish for some type of salvation. I do not need saving.
I want a constructive kind of love, not destructive. Love can be destructive and I thought it was the will to die by its sword over and over again 🗡️ but I’m finding out it’s more like the will to live over and over again.
Love is learning how to let it be free.Im learning how to love without being loved. That will make my spirit truly free. In order for me to do that I need to love myself endlessly not selfishly.
last night I was a little sick of my urge to look at love in the light. I feel like I almost forced myself to write about the darkness of love. my mind wouldn't really let me. and it just reassured my belief in love and its light. Yes, I can look at all the shitty possibilities of love, but love is accepting those too. Love is not holding it against itself. love is total acceptance.
I always wanted to be a fierce woman. I wanted to be a dominate woman. I am in some aspects, I can be in some aspects. but I am built a soft woman, accepting that has been difficult in such a harsh world. I feel like I am protecting myself most days. I have been failed by the protection and guard of the male species to many times. I need to conjure my own protection and I personally dont think women were made to do that, so we turn into some evil demon. I am impressed with the way I have been protecting myself from my own rage. Rage is a tricky bitch. Rage is counterproductive, but it can feel so protecting at times. There is a fine line between our anger and how we choose to protect ourselves. There is no hierarchy among the female brain because we are aways at the top, and whenever we feel low, we allow that rage to carry us.
Accepting that I am simply not made to be a crude woman, helps diagnose what my true needs are. it helps me get to know me and grow into something fierce. Knowing the weaknesses of the sheep allow the rage to maneuver in a wolf like manner. I will not let my rage bring me down, I will allow it to protect me. I will not allow my rage to pity me, I will allow it to protect me. I will not allow my rage to consume me, I will allow it to protect me.
Rage can be damaging and now that I am more aware of the damage it can cause me specifically, I can almost always use it to constructively trigger my creative mind. Drawing, writing, thinking. yes, we need practice. yes, we need an outlet. Rage is only detrimental when you hold it inside and let it settle in your bones. You have to ignite your ability to create. It is a muse. Emotion is only a muse!
I love where my emotions are taking me. I love that they enhance my ability to think, create, and manifest. I am no longer feeling like I'm drowning in it all. I feel like I'm becoming something much deeper, like the abyss, where only I can breathe underwater.
I am learning how to create something positive out of a negative in hope to receive belief. The same certain belief that I feel I have in what is negative, or the things that I hate. Sometimes, I just hate to hate. Sometimes, I'm a mouthy bitch. Sometimes, when I trick it into thinking it has a voice, it stops wanting to talk. Hate does not like the spot light, it likes to linger in the background in hopes that our minds will entertain it into full blown thought and action. I laugh at my anger, and it leaves. I feed my negativity to the creative mind and I swallow it whole, spitting out literature and art. That is the power of the human mind. Our capabilities are endless and infinite. The only thing that is limited is our vessel, and even that can endure for quite sometime.
Do not wait until you feel the pain. the pain is only something we think we want until it is there. I am learning that only I am responsible for creating my own pain, no one else. By taking accountability for my own self sabotage I am able to progressively turn it into something I can understand and easily create it into love. PRACTICE. you need to practice maneuvering through your mind, You cannot avoid it. You can not ignore it. It's there and you aren't fucking brain dead.
I no longer wish for anyone to understand my ideology when I can't even understand it yet. That would be unfair, so I remain receptive and curious about the world, and gain the ability to conquer anything. And with my rage there to protect me, it reminds me that I am built to ask questions, and that one day I will wake up unafraid.
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