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Happy Black History Month!
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keepingupwithkamajjae · 5 months
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The Imperative Need for Diverse Teachers in Education...
In the landscape of educations, the importance of diverse representation among teachers cannot be overstated. While the focus on diversity often revolves around student demographics, the need for a diverse teaching workforce is equally significant. As we navigate the evolving educational landscape, its crucial to recognize and address the value that diverse teachers bring to the table!
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amor-madonna · 4 months
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𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑦 ☮︎
1: Find an Appiration you connect to
2: Read the story
3: Look at the details & associations (exp: Our Lady of Guadalupe appeared to Juan Diego on December 15th when the Planets Venus,Mercury & Saturn where visible so you can offer things associated with that.) so by that i mean just really look at the detail.
4: Offer Roses (shes obsessed with them)
5: Shes very often associated with Plants so devote a Plant or aspects of Nature to her
6: Modify the Prayers and look at the details. (Exp: Hail Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy.) When you think Mother you think creator or protector. So by that i see Mary as the Saint who controls Mercy and where it goes)
7: Check how the people she appeared too reacted to her. (Juan Diego Bowed down immeditely and so you can do that when doing your Marian devotions)
8: Pray the Rosary (ik it turns a lot of people off bcuz we've been taught that its super complicated & shit but you can actually modify it to your liking. Connect to the Mysteries of her. No matter if their Biblical or not and really just do what you want with it)
9: Incorperate certain things into your practice.(exp: blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus) for me could indicate to femininity and thus, Devote thingd that have to do with that.
10: Meditate. Feel her presence and note what it feels like. Motherly? Loving? Like another Deity? All personal.
11: make a Visual represenation of what you picture her as. It could be a painting or a Moodboard. Really try capturing her energy with it.
12: GO TO THE SOURCE!!! pray to her, ask her for signs really go out there and try to connect to her & understand what SHE has to say to -> you <-.
𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠!! ❤︎
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dracu-loser · 2 years
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every time i scroll through neil gaiman’s tumblr it’s flooded with asks from his fans talking about how much it meant to them that they got queer / neurodivergent / disabled / poc representation in his works, especially his fans from the 80′s and 90′s, who weren’t finding much positive rep of the sort anywhere. don’t you dare tell me that media represenation doesn’t matter.
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dislyteshack · 2 months
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i need to gush about li xiao stuff or else
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i love the like divergence you know?
when you first look at him you feel power from him from not only the pose but the attire and all. it all looks etheral
li xiao gives off an appearence of being untouchable but really hes hanging on by a thread.
you would think he has everything together, with how he holds himself. he fits in perfectly as someone else born into the highlife of tangton. the aspects feel practiced because since hes only adopted into the upperclass. of course he has to mimic the air of old money
OH YEAH its really cool how its practical too since based on limited info + tu he seems to be pretty hands on with his job and likely needs to move around alot so it makes sense for it to not only be fancy looking but also good for a fight. the sword also makes it clear he is willing and ready to fight which also ties into backstory stuff that would bleed into him
and! the sword based on someone i know who went clicking it looks like an anti cavalry sword used in the past by the chinese
i said it in a previous post but its actually this
its a changdao for anyone who didnt click
theres implications of him using it to go after bigger targets like maybe...
miramon
or espers.
plays into himnot being on top no matter what, politically or literally.
always the middle man , never anything more. only anything less. his outfit being not too extravagant like say councilor li in the new event shows this too. there's no billowing cape, no random cane , just his sword at his waist if he needs it. while li xiao is valued , hes just not ever valued more than others who have more inate power given to them
i love how hes in all white to symbolise purity of sorts. because thats how he attempts to come off as.
then theres the extra colours that act as a contrast to compliment the rest of his colourscheme otherwise the white is overwhelming.
the strips of black mar him+ the black in the shoes , it represents sins he cant be washed clean of because of what he undoubtedly commited and hes aware of that.
in certain symbolism black represents solemnity + its used as a representation of yin
whats extra cool is yun chuan wearing mostly black with stripes of white and li xiao in mostly white with strips of black. the yin yang symbolism there with the paths they ended going down is an inversion of their designs.
another thing is that using black in a certain way like copywrriting could conotate things like corruption and greed, things li xiao definately ended up bending to in a way
i also really like the red that could either be seen as xiao simply matching with the rest of the radiant guard or as a represenation of the blood on his hands indirectly from the false alarm or more directly with him allowing the experiments to take place. facliating their continuation
red in symbolism can actually be one of destruction or good fortune. honestly it fits with li xiao's life technically having good fortune since his talent was noticed by the li clan while also showing the self destruction that did him in
then theres my fav part which are his eyes which are either scarlet or reddish orange im not too sure but either way.
AIGHT also the bits of green in his belt might be a decoration but! just to put this down
green also has conatations with purity
intresting how alot of what goes into xiao's design attempts to potray purity + his actions (trying to atone/ fufil chuan's promise by unironically trying to change tangton for the better) but in the end that illusion is shattered in truth unveiled.
Ngl I think it's the themes of attempted purity in li xiao that endears me to him alot because I feel chronic guilt in a way it's very therapeutic to talk about him
Because I like unpacking what an extreme he is and his actions.
There's a very clear tragedy there in that he could have just been a plain good person albeit forgettable
The hook of the story of truth unveiled to me personally is while also highlighting the justice system and different ways of dealing with it there's also that other side where even if you wanted to gain powers to cut it at the nip you just can't if you aren't born into it
Maybe I'm just a bleeding heart for clinging to the tragedy of it all instead of moving on as the games themes encourage but it's always nagging at me
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pochiperpe90 · 1 year
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[ENG] Luca Marinelli: "I'm a candidate for the David, I love uncomfortable challenges. And in Spoleto I will make my debut as a director, in theater"
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Shy, solitary and light-hearted, the Roman actor has become one of the reference points of auteur cinema: "There are also Ficarra and Picone in the running for the most important prize in cinema. Those who raise fences against comedians have understood nothing".
With his big rapacious eagle nose rising above an astonished and emaciated expression, Luca Marinelli loves characters to climb, all energy and restlessness, as happens in Le Otto Montagne, a journey towards the absolute. It's the film for which he's nominated for the David di Donatello (with the other protagonist, Alessandro Borghi). Shortly afterwards, on July 8th at the Spoleto Film Festival, the 38-year-old Roman actor, who has become a point of reference for the auteur cinema, will make his debut as a director, in theater, with "A Report to an Academy", based on Kafka's story.
Marinelli is an atypical Roman who moved years ago to Berlin for love, a city that "stimulates the creative dimension". Shy, reluctant to talk about himself, cautious and ironic, solitary and light-hearted, he calibrates his words with the rhythm of a fifteenth-century monk amanuensis. He was not admitted to the Experimental Center of cinematography where he told the commission that the film of his life is Batman. He took his revenge in the field in projects that few believed in, in the part of the criminal in Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot and the junkie in Non essere cattivo. In Venice he won the Coppa Volpi for Martin Eden. He would love to talk only about Kafka.
What strikes you about this text, which is almost an existential labyrinth?
"I saw it in Paris many years ago and I was struck by it. I think of the truth, despair and lucidity in speaking metaphorically about the condition of existence in society. The monkey was taken from its context and forcibly taken elsewhere and from this "new life" it speaks to us. In the text, the monkey is a narrator who speaks of a way out at a scientific conference, of the need to find a solution to the problem of imprisonment but without getting lost behind the concept of freedom, too often used in an elusive way, creating many problems to human beings".
Kafka walks on the border between animality and humanity.
“He learns human behavior just to get out of the cage. It's a matter of survival, rather than freedom. I thought several times about acting it myself, but I saw Fabian Jung perform with his vibrant soul at his graduation essay at the Ernst Busch school and I asked him if I could be his director".
What will be seen on stage?
"A well-dressed being who tells the academic audience about his journey, from his previous life as a monkey to today, with his appearance and his behavior quite human, such as to be able to have some success".
A metaphor for the human condition?
"It's a metaphor for many things, including existence, how we behave, what we believe in. And much more. If the monkey is Kafka, in feeling different that has accompanied him throughout his life? I don't allow myself to interpret it. I like his style and what he communicates, his gaze on society".
The protagonist in Spoleto is a German actor.
"Well, the aspect that I find interesting is that Fabian Jung recites in Italian not knowing a single word of our language. He studied this monologue from scratch. It's a similar situation to that of the monkey. The fact of approaching the text as a sound or a rhythm was fundamental. We did a rehearsal in Berlin for some friends and family."
After the theatrical direction will you make one at the cinema?
"In the meantime, let's see how this show will be received. I don't hide being very worried, but it's a feeling I like. Not being comfortable is a quality I appreciate. Directing a film would be another beautiful and uncomfortable experience".
Let's change subject. What does the David nomination represent?
"It will be a pure emotion, a beautiful evening full of colleagues I love and with whom I have shared a part of this job. Alessandro Borghi, for me, is a brother".
Does the presence of Ficarra and Picone mean that prejudices and fences are falling on comedians?
"Those who have prejudices and raise barriers against comedians have understood nothing of the art of acting".
Apart from Batman, another idol of yours was Indiana Jones.
"Because as a boy I wanted to be an archaeologist. Today my archetype is writers who want to enrich themselves by traveling. But I am in love with my job and I feel lucky to be able to live what I dreamed of as a student at the Academy. I see this work as a great opportunity for exchange between human beings".
You have already been to the Venice Film Festival five times: what would you change about festivals?
"I would remove the barriers to shake hands with the public."
Corriere
Like always, sorry for my English
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nova-dracomon · 1 year
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What Vaguetypes Mean to Me: Ga'Hoole Owl Edition
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I've been thinking more and more about how there's not nearly enough othervague content. So! Here's my contribution on why I personally love othervague and call my Ga'Hoole owl 'type a vaguetype vs a fictotype.
Why Othervague?
The easiest answer is a dislike for labels. Having the freedom to exist in-between gives me more breathing room to explore my identity. There's no pressure to "conform" if the label is inherently, well, vague. Ha ha. I don't have to worry I'm pushing myself into feeling a certain way to fit--or stress about having to change labels or whatever if my experiences change. Hell, even created knowledge would be fair game here. But we'll talk more about that later.
To clarify, this is not a temporary label for me to use until I sort everything out later. Vaguetype is the final stop. No matter where my self-discovery takes me, the label is reliable and works.
Below I'll pick-apart my various feelings and connections to these owls and how I experience the in-between.
Intrinsic and Integral
I'm avianheated and I don't think it's a mistake that I identify as one too. Which came first is kinda a chicken or the egg scenario. I've heard it spun both ways before and it really comes down to the individual's interpretation of their experiences. Would I feel so drawn to these owls if I wasn't so attached to birds? Or, did I attach to birds because I innately knew they were similar to myself?
I don't know and I don't really mind either way.
I am an owl, but my owl-ness competes internally with dracomon (another vaguetype I'll discuss in a part 2) and human. Even if my feelings wane, I know they'll eventually begin to wax again like the moon. It's like they're tied in with my default settings. I could probably take actions to suppress them and test how true that is, but wtf that sounds awful. Existing this way makes me happy, I feel like myself and I'm certainly not hurting anyone else.
Archetype of the Guardian
What separates archetrope from otherkin?
Sometimes it's easy to see. Like someone identifying with a role totally detached from being explicitly nonhuman. However, when I think about this, archetropes come off as more action-focused to me. They're more concerned with doing things, what actions they're going to take next or at the least concerned with living in alignment to a set of values/role/code. At least, that's the vibe I get.
A big part of my identity is the role of being a guardian, upholding their oath and extending a helping talon to others. For example, few things make me feel more like an owl than working on archival duties (besides maybe being out in a storm!) It's a way to live one of the core values of the tree which is to grow our collective knowledge and share it with all.
The act of continuing the legacy and upholding the tree's standards is a very present ideal for me.
Created Knowledge
Straddling the line between noemata and otherlink, knowledge we acquire and stitch together is probably one of the more contentious areas.
How can you tell noemata from headcanon?
I don't feel it matters to my personal experience. Stories and legends are true in their own way. They're feelings we get in our gizzards that over time become true in our hearts. Thinking about how I was a hireclaw before coming to the Great Tree emboldens me to try harder to be patient and compassionate to others. To be a better owl.
I don't want to concern myself rigorously picking apart what is voluntary or involuntary--100% true kin memory or a fabrication of my mind. I rather spend my time living and being an owl. These feelings are true in my reality, they affect my behavior and drive me to new heights. Even the bits of knowledge about my vaguetype that border more on the headcanon side have important messages about my life and journey. I don't choose things at random, there's something resonating with me that draws me there.
As another piece of this is my kinsona representation. I don't have strong feelings towards a certain owl species, but I feel drawn to long-earred owls at the moment so I represent myself as one. (That's me on the right in the top photo!) The colors and markings are just stylized natural looking ones.
I am an owl of the Great Tree, I long for flight and freedom, knowledge and understanding -- my species is secondary to my actions and words.
The Heart of the Matter
Could I call myself something different and be taken seriously in the community? Of course! But at the end of the day, after all this talking, it comes down to what I want. My desire is to have a nebulous label. If I was forced to pick something else, I think I would simply call myself "unlabelled" or perhaps only "fictionfolk."
-Hortense
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spiralcass · 20 days
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NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES: SEASON 3, EPISODE 11
We open at a political rally in Washington Square Park, which has drawn a massive crowd. The people in the crowd are volatile, and holding anti-Mutant signs. The press are also here, and a stage is set up. 
The microphone on the stage is tapped to test it as a man begins speaking, thanking everyone for coming, and asks them to please settle down. It’s revealed that he’s a briefly seen figure from earlier in the series: Graydon Creed. 
Creed thanks everyone for coming, and says that while he understands these people’s anger completely, they must be civil. They’re not animals - not like Mutants. Graydon speaks about the rising Mutant threat. Attacks on Paris, riots at the school that’s supposed to keep these freaks contained, why, he’s even heard from some friends in Washington that multiple government bases have been destroyed by Mutants over the last several months!
And yet, of the hundreds of bills moving through state legislatures to curtail these threats to all hard-working humans, those same friends in Washington are unwilling to take action nationally. And the good people of America deserve better. They deserve someone who will take action!
As he talks, men in suits pass out yellow armbands with “FOH” written on them to the crowd. 
GRAYDON: “For the past two years, I have proudly served as a Represenative for the state of New York. But no matter how great the odds may be against me, I can not sit back and tolerate this political disgrace any longer.” 
A hologram appears behind Graydon of his “FOH” logo. 
GRAYDON: “Ladies and gentleman, it is my honor to abandon the Republican party, and to welcome you all to the only political faction that can guaruntee mankind’s future. One that will find a solution to the Mutant problem once and for all! I proudly announced my candidacy for President of the these United States, and welcome you all…” BEAT. “To the Friends of Humanity!”
The crowd all eagerly slip on their armbands and cheer Graydon’s name. Graydon happily soaks up the worship. 
In a bakery, a red-headed woman in a casual yellow dress stands in line, cake in hand. As she nears the front of the line, she’s approached by a smug Pietro. 
PIETRO: “That doesn’t look too appetizing.” 
WOMAN, acting confused and annoyed: “Huh?” 
PIETRO: “That cake is from the fridge. How long ago do you think that was made?” 
WOMAN: “Do you normally go up to women and insult their confectionery purchases?” 
PIETRO: “Only when they’re as stunning and deserving of better as you.” 
WOMAN: “Ooooh, I see. You think you’re some kind of smooth talker. Some rich guy who thinks he can sweep me off my poor feet? I know your type.” 
PIETRO: “I’m sure you do. Interested?” 
The woman pushes Pietro back, getting out of line. 
WOMAN: “I have less than zero interest in getting with some self-absorbed pretty boy who thinks the world of himself. I prefer my men…down to Earth.” 
PIETRO, shrugging: “Just as well. I’m married. My wife would kill me if she saw this.” 
WOMAN, smirking: “Oh…I don’t know about that.” 
Pietro smirks back and the two kiss. The people behind the counter, as well as those in line, are a little befuddled. 
PIETRO: “I’ve missed you, Crystal.” 
A campaign ad for Graydon plays on a TV, narrated by him. It discusses how Mutants are not only the greatest threat to America, but the world, and no matter what differences they hold, all humans must stand together against them (he says over a clip of conventionally attractive non-white and queer people wearing FOH armbands). He mentions how he is the son of two of the most evil Mutants of all, Sabretooth and Mystique, which is why he knows how monstrous these creatures are by nature better than anyone. But it’s also why he knows how to fight them. And that’s what he’ll do as the next president of the United States. 
GRAYDON: “I’m Graydon Creed, and I approve this message.”
The tv in the headmasters’ office is turned off. 
SCOTT: “I liked him better when he was just trying to kill me with a spear.” 
Scott is seated at his desk, with Emma at his side, while Magneto stands on the other side of the desk, along with a well-dressed and well-presented thin black woman who looks just a little familiar. A binder sits on the desk. 
STEVIE HUNTER: “This starts airing in 48 hours. The notes there are what my people were able to scrounge up about his campaign.” 
EMMA, mockingly: “Your people?” 
STEVIE, not interested in banter: “Interns.” 
SCOTT, flipping through the notes, weirdly enthusiastic: “The kids did a good job organizing these.” 
STEVIE, genuine but amused: “I remembered how you liked your binders.” 
ERIK, in a huff: “Graydon timed this. He made the switch from would-be hunter to politician years ago. He’s only taking this step now because of our failures.” 
The metal in the room starts shaking, until Emma calm’s Erik’s mind. 
STEVIE: “Riiight, if you guys are gonna kill him, please do not make me an accessory.” 
SCOTT, standing up with a smile: “We’re not going to kill him.” Scott shakes her hand. “Thank you for this, Stevie.” 
STEVIE: “Anything for you guys. Never forget where you come from.” Looking straight at Emma for a little banter: “No matter how weird things get there.” 
Emma, trying to play it as cool as Stevie did, scoffs dismissively. 
ERIK, approaching Stevie: “I apologize for my outburst, Congresswoman Hunter. As always, you are a credit to your species.” 
STEVIE: “Thank you, Erik. I’ll remember you said that the next time you go crazy and try to kill us all.” Erik is left gagged. “Don’t be afraid to call my office, Scott.” 
SCOTT: “Of course.” 
As Stevie departs, Scott and Emma both laugh at Erik, Emma falling onto Scott’s lap. 
ERIK, trying to not be embarrassed: “Oh, please. She could have just as easily said something similar about you.” 
EMMA: “But she didn’t.” 
Erik grumbles, as Emma snickers. 
SCOTT, putting his arms around Emma: “Okay, okay. So. How do we kill Graydon?” 
At the grocery store, Sooraya is helping her mother do some shopping. Mirah and Sooraya are jubilant following Ramadan, feeling renewed and refreshed. And also very, very hungry as they’ve been fasting. 
The two speaking in Arabic, Mirah admits that while the last year for her has been one miracle after another, following years of pain, so much of it has been strange and foreign to her. This helped her get back in touch with what really matters. 
Sooraya smiles at her mom, happy to see her so happy. She then briefly flashes back to the end of the previous episode, and the voice speaking to her. 
SOORAYA, in the present, in Arabic: “I feel the same way. I love my friends, but…I had missed this.” 
Mirah hesitates to respond, which concerns Sooraya. Mirah tells her she didn’t want to do anything rash after the tragedy at the school, but she was wondering if, after this semester, Sooraya might not like to complete her final year of school somewhere else. Somewhere safer. 
Sooraya is upset and confused by this. Her mother was the one who told her that she had to say at the school, that it was where she was meant to be  with the gifts she was given. Mirah sighs and says she knows, but she knows her “Dust” is powerful enough to defeat any villain she faces. But her little girl deserves to be safe in her own bed. 
Soo understands her fears, but she and her friends are stronger together. She cannot abandon them. And “Dust” is still needed to defeat the enemies who have been tormenting them. 
At the checkout, Mirah notices Sooraya becoming solemn over the discussion. To lighten things up…
MIRAH: “You said that one of the “Horsemen” was a Crusader, didn’t you?” Soo nods. “Well then…we can delay this conversation until you have separated his skin from his flesh.” 
Sooraya giggles. That sounds fine. 
As the two exit the store, Sooraya says if her mother did wish to pull her out of the Jean Grey School, she would obey, but wonders if she could transfer to a school in Jersey. Mirah teases her, saying she thought she didn’t enjoy the date she set her up on. 
SOORAYA, amused: “It’s not that. It’s–” 
MIRAH: “If you’d like another date with that nice young man, you only have to–” 
Mirah stops talking part-way through her sentence, confusing Sooraya. 
SOORAYA: “Mother?” 
Mirah coughs up blood, as Sooraya’s eyes widen in horror; she’s been shot through the stomach. 
Mirah falls over onto the ground, as Sooraya screams. She immediately uses her powers to put pressure on the wound, calling desperately for someone to help. 
SOORAYA, tearing up: “No, no no.” BEAT. “Somebody! Please!” 
Back at the school, Cyclops, Emma, and Magneto are working out their plan to take out Creed. They quickly agree on two things.
 First, this stays between them. This is not an X-Men mission, nor will the X-Men ever be used to carry out assasinations. Creed just has too much potential to spread chaos in this climate, and has to be neurtralized, so they’ll bear the splatter of his blood themselves. 
CYCLOPS: “Of course Magik wouldn’t mind helping, but I don’t want to encourage her.” 
The second point is that this has to be quiet. Obviously all of them could physically kill Creed, but if it got out that they did so, that’s it, they’re done, humanity’s war on Mutants stops being cold. Even if he didn’t have mental defenses, something as easy to disguise as Emma’s telepathy could still be tracked back to them. 
MAGNETO: “With civilian casualties out of the question, a large-scale “accident” cannot be initiated either.” 
EMMA: “It doesn’t leave us with very many options.” Emma gets off of Scott. ‘Don’t say anything else. He’s deep in thought.” 
ERIK: “Would you care to fill me in?”
EMMA: “I’m not in his head. That’s just his planning brow.” 
ERIK: “You can actually tell when he’s–?”  
SCOTT: “I’ve got it.” Emma gestures to him proudly. “The last time the X-Men fought Graydon, neither of you was much better than him. “He never worked directly with either of you, but he did team up with some of our other enemies. Human and Mutant alike.” 
EMMA: “Where are you going with this?” 
Scott smirks. 
SCOTT: “If we can’t assasinate Creed using our powers, then we do it the way baselines do. One of us needs to get close enough to poison him, and make it look like any one of the other people he has bad blood with are responsible. Creed would never let his guard down around, “Magneto, Master of Magnet”--” 
ERIK, embarrassed, but threatening: “I called myself that one time, Summers.” 
SCOTT: “And we’re all still laughing. Point is, he’d never trust you.”  
EMMA, seeing where this is going: “But The White Queen who helped fund the second generation of Sentinels….” 
Scott nods. If Emma doesn’t like the plan, they can think of something else. 
SCOTT: “But I know how you enjoy outplaying small men.” 
Emma takes a moment to think it over. 
Emma sighs. 
EMMA: “Let me go make some calls and put on some gloves. I refuse to greet that cretin bare-handed.” 
At a hospital, Mirah is rushed inside from an ambulence, with Sooraya running along with the  medical workers, tearfully calling out to her mother, until she’s told she can’t go any further, and she has to let the doctors work. 
Sooraya, extremely emotional, nearly snaps at the nurse telling her this, her hands turning to sand, but…
“Sooraya!” 
Soo solidifies and is calmed down by the arrival of her friends, save Laura. Cessily runs right up to her and tightly hugs her. 
CESSILY: “She’s going to be okay. After everything she’s been through, this isn’t gonna be the end, alright?” 
Sooraya weakly nods as she hugs her friend back. 
Nori questions what even happened, all Soo having said in her message was that her mother was shot. As Dust pulls back, she tells her she wishes she knew, but she doesn’t have any idea. 
DUST: “I understand that there are many who would like to hurt women like us. But this was no act of random violence.” 
Julian promises her they’re gonna figure this out, and they’ll make whoever did this wish they were never born. Roxy comes in from a softer angle, asking her if there’s anything she needs right now. 
Sooraya wipes her tears and asks the two speedsters if they could get her some of her things from her room. The EMTs weren’t sure how long she’d be in surgery. She definitely needs her prayer rug. And some snacks. 
JULIAN: “One dried fruit and nut bowl coming right up.” 
NORIKO: “We’ve got you.” 
Soo weakly smiles as thanks her friends, before the two speed off. 
Sofia steps forward. 
SOFIA, emotional: “Sooraya, I…I am so sorry you have to go through this. I have thought for years that there is nothing worse than the pain of losing a parent. But the fear you must feel must be even worse.” 
Sooraya sniffles, but shakes her head. She will be okay. They both will. Allah would not have brought them back together, just to separate them again. Sofia tells her to hold onto that hope tightly. 
SOFIA: “I can’t move as fast as Surge and Hellion, but if you’d like, I CAN try and listen for any updates from the operating room.” 
Sooraya would appreciate that, so Sofia gives her a hug and tells her she’ll get right on it. As Sofia walks away, Cessily and Roxy help Soo to find seats in the waiting area. 
Once she’s out of sight from her friends, Sofia’s face hardens. 
In Clan Akkaba’s headquarters, Akihiro is continuing to train Laura. He’s still largely kicking her around, but they’ve become much more of an even match. 
AKIHIRO, stomping down on her on the ground: “Better. Much better. But you’re still fighting like the X-Men taught you. If you’re gonna keep calling yourself a weapon, you should at least fight like one.” 
Death tells her to go again as he takes his boot off of her, before his phone rings. He tells Laura to grab some water while he takes this. 
AKI, answering the phone: “My lady.” 
SOFIA, in voice over: “Tell me this wasn’t us.” 
AKIHIRO, unsure what she’s talking about: “Only operation we have planned for today is Quicksilver. Did something else happen?” 
Without the conversation being heard, Akihiro reacts as he’s told what happened, and given orders, confirming that he understands. Death hangs up. 
AKIHIRO: “Class for today is over, “Sis”. That was the boss. I’ve got someone to find. And you’ve got somewhere you need to be.” 
Laura is confused and worried. 
In central park, Pietro has a picnic with Crystal, wine and the store bought cake included. They romantically feed each other bites of the cake, using purple prose to describe its adequacy. Pietro thinks they could use something a bit more refined to wash it down and moves up to pop open the wine. Crystal tells him to be careful he doesn’t spray them, which Pietro, moving too quickly, proceeds to do. 
Crystal screeches, which makes Pietro laugh, before he apologizes and waves his hands to dry them both off. 
CRYSTAL: “Idiot.” 
PIETRO: “Perhaps, but you married me. So what does that make you?” 
CRYSTAL: “At the time? 22.” 
Crystal sighs happily and lays her head down on Pietro’s lap as he pours them each a glass of wine. 
CRYSTAL: “I wish he could do this every day.” 
PIETRO: “The price we pay living world’s apart. How are things on the blue side of the moon?” 
CRYSTAL: “I’m the wrong girl to ask. I try to spend as little time in Attilan as I can.” 
PIETRO, teasing as he hands Crystal her wine: “I’m sure the king and queen just love that.” 
CRYSTAL: “My sister and brother-in-law should be grateful. If it wasn’t for everything they had to offer Luna, they wouldn’t even have their princess to show off on special occasions.” 
Pietro’s expression becomes more sincere as he holds Crystal’s hand. 
PIETRO: “May I see her?” 
CRYSTAL: “Of course.” 
Pietro grabs Crystal’s phone and turns on it, revealing her lockscreen: a nine-month old baby girl. Pietro’s heart melts as Crystal sits up and puts her arms around him from behind. 
PiETRO: “She’s beautiful.” 
CRYSTAL: “She is. I wish you could have been there when she was born. I’ll never forgive Medusa.” 
PIETRO: “Can…can I meet her?” 
CRYSTAL: “I’ve got a little apartment in Brooklyn. She’s there with a sitter right now.” 
Pietro’s eyes widen with excitement. Before anything else can be said however, as a powerful wind blows away their picnic, and a blast of green energy knocks down a tree. As everyone else in the park flees, Pietro and Crystal leap to their feet. 
MALICE, flying down: “We honestly didn’t mean to time it like this, but frankly, Pietro? Keeping you from ever seeing your daughter sounds delicious.” 
CRYSTAL: “Lorna?” 
PIETRO, enraged, changing into his costume at super speed: “No. Not even close.” 
In an office building floor, the Friends of Humanity are already hard at work, with dozens of employees making cold calls for the organization, designing merchandise, or completing other assignments. 
Graydon works in his corner office, until his secretary informs him that “the mutant” is here. Graydon tells him not to be so dismissive of this one. 
GRAYDON: “Ms. Frost is one of the good ones. At least, she used to be.” 
Emma enters the office, much to the disgust of the people working there, where she’s greeted by Graydon, wearing a perfect politician’s smile. 
GRAYDON: “Emma, I am so happy you called.” 
EMMA: “I’m glad you were able to meet so quickly.” 
The two shake hands, Emma indeed having put on gloves. 
GRAYDON: “I haven’t been in politics long, but you never give a potential donor like you time to change her mind.” 
EMMA: “I highly doubt you have any donors like me.” A man walks up with a power-inhibiting collar.  “What is this?” 
GRAYDON: “I can understand with how utterly your people have been losing lately wanting to come back to the winning team. It’s not like you ever gave a damn before you made the mistake of growing a heart. But I hope you’ll understand that, given you are still an X-Man, I feel the need to take precautions. Do you?” 
Emma is perturbed, and we see in part why, as she’s psychically patched in to Scott and Erik, who are back in their office. Scott tells her to go ahead and do it. He’ll have one of the kids from her telepathy class to patch them back in. He’ll have them leave once they’re sure Emma is secure and before she does anything. 
EMMA, putting on her own political smile: “Of course.” 
Emma tries to not be embarrassed as she collars herself for Graydon. 
GRAYDON: “Perfect. Now we can talk on more equal footing. Right this way.” 
Graydon leads Emma toward his office, but swears as two kids run past them both, a young boy with dark black hair and a little blonde girl in a frilly dress chasing after him, with the boy screaming at her to not give him cooties. 
EMMA: “Are you running a political campaign or a daycare service?” 
GRAYDON, recomposing himself: “I apologize. They’re Carlton Kilgore and Lenore Kensington’s brats. Apparently they were just dying to see what their daddy and mommy were getting involved with. One of my staff was meant to be watching them. Penelope!” 
“I’m sorry, sir!” 
Emma’s practiced smile falters as she hears a familiar voice, and sees an even more familiar face, as Monet comes around a corner, saying she’ll get the kids back in order right away. 
GRAYDON, sighing: “It can wait. Penelope Enduque, meet Emma Frost.” 
MONET, offering her hand: “It’s an honor, ma’am. I’m a big fan of your old work.” 
EMMA, hesitant, shaking her hand: “Charmed.” 
In their office, Scott and Erik smack their faces. In his office on the other side of the world, Roberto smacks his own face. 
 In the hospital, Mirah is in surgery, with several doctors sweating as they work on her. Out in the waiting room, Julian and Noriko have returned and are noshing on snacks they brought over, while Cessily joins Sooraya in prayer on the floor. 
Laura burts into the waiting room in a panic, looking for Sooraya. 
LAURA: “Soo!” 
Dust notices her and, without a word, shifts into sand to fly over to her best friend and hug her. 
NORIKO, under her breath: “Took her long enough.” 
Roxy and Julian each punch one of her arms. 
LAURA: “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” 
SOORAYA: “I am just glad to have you here now. Will you join Cessily and I in prayer?” 
Laura nods without question. 
Nearby, Sofia is on the phone again. 
AKIHIRO, in voice over: “I’ve got your assassin.” 
SOFIA: “Already?” 
AKIHIRO: “You gave me the location where the target was hit. Of course I was able to track them from there.” 
SOFIA: “I didn’t realize you possessed Warpath’s skills.” 
AKIHIRO: “Yeah, well…I may have also asked Exodus for help.” 
Sofia is mildly amused. Aki asks her if his lady wants all the heads of the people responsible for this, but Lady Akabba tells him to stand down. 
SOFIA: “We can use this.” 
As Sofia re-enters the waiting room, Sooraya, back on her mat, cringes. 
The same soothing voice from the end of the last episode speaks her name in her head. 
Sooraya’s eyes fill with rage as she stands up. 
CESSILY: “Everything alright, Soo?” 
SOORAYA, quietly furious: “They will be soon. My prayers have been answered. I know who shot my mother.” BEAT. “And I’m going to kill her.” 
Everyone else looks at Sooraya with concern. 
In Central Park, Pestilence taunts Quicksilver as she touches down on the ground, asking if he hasn’t told his wife about her. 
MALICE: “Becuase I know all about you, Princess Crystalia Amaquelin.” 
Crystal demands to know what’s going on, with a pissed Pietro explaining at super speed. 
CYRSTAL: “And you didn’t tell me about this, why?” 
QUICKSILVER: “Sorry, I’ve–” 
MALICE: “It’s because he’s got more in common with dear old dad than he’d ever like to admit. Including poor time management. Lorna understands that well.” 
QUICKSILVER: “Enough! Your tricks were enough to work once, but not again. Return my sisters to me, and you may survive the day.” 
MALICE: “Return them? There’s Magneto’s possesiveness. How do you put up with this, Crystal?” 
Quicksilver howls in rage as he rushes Malice, but he collides with her magnetic field and is sent flying. 
CRYSTAL: “Pietro!” She turns with fury to Pestillence. “You say you know who I am. If that’s true, and you still made the choice to come for my family…” Crystal’s eyes glow yellow as the earth shakes, a powerful wind blows through the park and lifts her above the ground, fire materalizes and spins around her, and water is ripped out of the grass to do the same. “You must have a death wish.” 
The two stare each other down as Pietro speeds back over, the fight about to start. 
Back at the hospital, Cessily asks Sooraya what she’s talking about as everyone gathers around, Laura holding Sofia’s hand, showing that Sofia still hasn’t broken up with her. 
Dust explains to her friends that, recently, Allah has been speaking to her directly during prayer. She’s known for some time that she was directly chosen by him, but this has been a wondrous, holy experience for her. 
DUST, glaring at Nori and Julian: “And I can see from your expressions that you believe I’m being tricked. I promise, I know that this is real.” 
SOFIA: “And he told you who shot your mother?” 
Sooraya casts her head down. 
SOORAYA: “Leper Queen.” 
JULIAN: “What?!” 
NORI: “Are you serious?!” 
Hellion and Surge recall taking Leper Queen down when she attacked the school last year on Parents Day, and question how she could have gotten out of SHIELD’s prison. 
Roxy facepalms, being the first to put it together. 
ROXY: “Those Akabba creeps we fought were also from SHIELD’s prisons. She must have escaped while Exodus was doing his recruitment drive.” 
Sofia’s eyes panic at the realization she IS indirectly responsible for this. Laura squeezes her hand to comfort her. 
JULIAN: “Don’t suppose Allah was able to tell you what her problem is and why she shot her.” 
SOORAYA: “He did not. But I will find out.” 
CESSILY: “Right, so, I totally get wanting to do this yourself. If Julian and Nori beat her once, we can all do it together no problem.” Her face shifts with concern. “But you’re not a murderer.” 
SOORAYA, without hesitation: “I have killed before.” 
 LAURA, letting go of Sofia and approaching Sooraya: “When you had no choice. You still have nightmares about it.” 
SOORAYA: “And now my nightmares will be filled with my mother bleeding out on the ground.” 
SOFIA: “Laura is right, Soo. Whether or not she deserves death, this is exactly what led Quentin down the path he went.” 
Laura turns back to Sofia for a moment with confusion, unsure why her brainwashed friend would be taking her side on this.
Julian and Nori toss in their support with Sofia and Laura, calling back to their experiences at the start of the season 
There’s a moment of silence as Sooraya thinks, staring at each of her friends. 
DUST: “If you will not help me…then I must do this alone.” 
Sooraya burts into millions of sand particles to fly away. Hellion tries to stop her by telekinetically grabbing all of them, but while he catches most, he misses just a few specs of dust, which is all Soo needs to make it outside before reforming her body and flying away. 
ROXY: “Oh, this is bad. What do we –?” 
Laura, without taking a moment to consult with the others, races out of the hospital. 
NORI: “That. We do that. We go after her, and we stop her. Hellion and I will at least. Mercury, Bling!, start calling X-Men, and get everyone you can to come help us. Wind Dancer, I–”
SOFIA: “I will stay here and keep listening for updates on Mirah’s condition. Her survival is more likely to calm Sooraya’s rage than anything else.” 
NORI: “Yeah, that works.” 
JULIAN: “Alright, let’s get out of…here.”
Cessily wrapps her arms around Julian. 
CESSILY: “Please don’t let her do this.” 
JULIAN, hugging her back with one arm: “Don’t worry. We’re not losing anyone else.” 
Julian shoots a smile at Sofia, who smiles back. 
Surge and Hellion race off. 
In Graydon’s office, he and Emma sit down to talk business, with Emma knowing all the pretty little words she needs to use to handle him. Her real attention is on Monet, standing behind Graydon, who reaches out to her telepathically. 
MONET: “What do you think you’re doing here?” 
EMMA: “I imagine the same thing as you, “Penelope”. Shouldn’t you be in school?” 
MONET: “I dropped out.” 
EMMA, angry and disappointed: “What?!” 
MONET: “I’m still completing the work to obtain my degrees, but university itself was a waste of my time.” Still wearing a phony smile, she looks right into Emma’s eyes. “Just like high school now that I think about it.” 
EMMA, frustrated: “Whatever resentments you hold toward me, you shouldn’t allow them to affect your education.” 
MONET: “My resentments? I do not resent you for getting Everett and Angelo killed, Ms. Frost.” Emma’s fake smile falters just a little. “Or for what you did afterward. You just…mean nothing to me.” 
Emma holds back her feelings about this as she returns her attention to Graydon, who wants to know what she’s expecting in exchange for becoming the largest donator to the Friends of Humanity. 
GRAYDON: “Obviously you won’t be purged like the rest of your kind, but I know enough about you to understand you want more.” 
Emma confirms his assumption. She wants to be involved with the Friends of Humanity directly, as well as leniency for a handful of her students, an assurance that her bank accounts won’t be touched, and a segregated space, similar to Genosha but without the madman in charge…
Erik rolls his eyes as Emma spins her story. 
…for any surviving Mutants, including herself, to occupy. 
EMMA: “Living among humanity won’t be a good fit for anyone, and you can trust me to keep them in line.” 
Graydon hardens his face as he thinks over this carefully. He isn’t given the chance to come to a conclusion on his own. 
MONET: “Sir, if I may speak?” Graydon turns to her with a “This better be good” look. “I wouldn’t believe a word out of this Mutant’s mouth.” Emma’s eyes turn livid at M going this far to spite her. “You remember our poker evening with Sunspot last year, don’t you? We’ve both been tricked before.” Monet smiles at Emma. “I really do hope you’ve returned to your senses, Ms. Frost, I looked up to you as a mature role-model when I was very, very young, but the stakes of what we’re attempting here are simply too high to put to chance.” 
Before Graydon can speak, Emma jumps in. 
EMMA: “Mr. Creed, do you typically allow your nannies to speak for you?” Monet now narrows her eyes at Emma. “However much Ms. Enduque is donating to be a part of this endeavor, I can’t imagine it’s worth being undermined in such disprectul fashion.” 
BEAT
Graydon sighs. He didn’t realize these two were so similar (this comment upsetting both Emma and Monet). He’s going to make some calls from people who’s judgement he trusts, requesting Penelope to show Emma around in the meantime. 
MONET, smile back on: “Of course.” 
Emma and Monet shoot smug glares at each other. 
In Central Park, Quicksilver and Crystal’s battle against Pestillence has commenced. Malice blasts at Crystal, but can’t hit her as Pietro is holding her and moving them both around at super speed. Crystal attempts to burn Malice with a wave of fire, but Pestillence protects herself with a shield. Malice attempts to use the metal in the Earth’s surface to swallow Crystal and Quicksilver up, but while it initially works, Crystal’s superior command over the elements frees them with ease. 
 Seeing that her attacks can’t penetrate Pestillence’s shield, Crystal controls the air molecules around Malice, within her shield, and crushes her with them. Malice screams in agony, prompting her shield to drop, allowing Pietro to leap right in her face and snap his fingers at super speed. The ensuing bang sends Malice flying across the city. 
CRYSTAL: “Is there a plan here? Or do we just keep hitting her until she gives in?” 
PIETRO: “The Horseman were each gifted an additional Mutation by Apocalypse. That’s what she used to poison Wanda. If we beat her, she loses the artificial X-gene. Apocalypse’s “survival of the fittest” nonsense and all. That may cure her.” 
CRYSTAL: “Couldn’t it also leave the effects permanent?” 
Pietro, streessed, seethes. Yes, that is possible. But they couldn’t force her to do anything for them without beating her. 
CRYSTAL: “We could attempt negotiations. She has to want something, right?” 
PIETRO: “What she wants is the extinction of humanity.” We cut away from Pietro and see Malice, where she landed, at an industrial sight. “She’s a monster.” 
As Pestillence aches, struggling to stand, she flashes back. 
Several years ago in Yorkshire, a fifteen year-old Alice MacAllister, dressed in a school uniform, with several facial and body piercings and punkish accessories, attends a protest against a law being put into effect prohibiting Mutants with visible Mutants from showing themselves in public. 
Alice holds a sign, and joins in with the rest of the crowd’s chants. An older man with a slight facial Mutation tells her he’s not about to complain about anyone joining in to help the cause, but questions based on her outfit if she shouldn’t be somewhere else right now. 
ALICE: “It’s fine, sir. School is nothing but state propaganda designed to control us. If it were actually meant to teach us anything, we wouldn’t waste so much time on fluff we’ll never need to know. It’s indoctrination, plain and simple. This? This is what’s real. This is where I can learn.” 
MUTANT, putting his hands up: “Intense, but okay. Your life. Hope you don’t get in any trouble.” 
ALICE: “Pssh. It’ll be fine.” 
We hard cut to Alice being slapped by her mother later that evening as she’s berated for skipping school. 
MOM: “You’ve made clear you don’t care about yourself with how you’ve mutilated your body, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t care about your future!” 
ALICE: “The only way I have a future is if things change! If your generation keeps destroying the climate and building death robots to hunt innocent people–” 
MOM, dismissively: “My generation?” 
ALICE: “Yes! Literally yes!” 
Alice’s mom sighs. She gets it. This is how all teenagers are. But one day, she’s going to wake up and think just like her. The fire will die out, she’s going to become “boring”, and when she does, she’ll have wished she worked hard enough to have achieved a comfortable life. 
MOM: “I want better for you than I have, dear.” 
ALICE: “So I’m just supposed to turn a blind eye? How can I study maths when people are being genocided?” 
MOM: “Do not use that language. That is not what’s happening. Besides…” She places a hand on her daughter’s face. “They’re just Mutants.” 
“What’s this about Mutants?” 
Alice and her mother are both taken aback by the sound of a gravelly voice slurring its words. 
MOM: “Go to your room. I’ll handle your father.” 
Alice breaths and weakly smiles. 
ALICE: “Thank you, Mum.” 
MOM: “This conversation isn’t finished.” 
ALICE, face falling: “Yeah. I know.” 
Alice stomps off to her room, bitter. 
In the present, we pan across a forest. Men can be heard loudly grunting in unison. Underneath the forest is a bunker, where muscular men in military fatigues, some with actual military tattoos, are running combat drills. 
As we pan across the bunker, we see other men undergoing intense workouts and marksmanship training. Still others are studying poisons and traps. And then there are those who are allowing themselves to be slashed by metal claws, blasted with ray guns, and electrocuted. 
One man is sparring with an unseen opponent, before said opponent stabs him through the chest with a knife. He falls over. 
The camera pans up to reveal Leper Queen. 
LEPER QUEEN: “Walk if off. Mutants will do far worse.”  
SOLDIER: “Y…yes, ma’am.” 
As Leper Queen herself walks away and grabs a towel, a man in uniform approaches her. 
OFFICER: “General, we have a problem?” 
LEPER QUEEN, unworried, toweling off her sweat: “Did the beast not take the bait?” 
OFFICER: “No, ma’am. Just as you calculated, shooting the mother of X-23’s closest friend is drawing her out, and measures are in place to lure her here.” 
LEPER: “Then what’s the problem?” 
OFFICER: “The daughter.” 
In the forest, Dust travels through the thick trees furiously in sand form, inadvertently breaking off bark and knocking down branches. 
OFFICER, in voice over: “She’s coming too.” 
LAURA: “DUST!” 
Sooraya doesn’t stop moving. Laura races across treetops until she can leap down and get in front of her. 
LAURA: “I’m not going to stop you.” 
Before Dust can collide with Laura, she stops and reforms her body. 
DUST: “Then you are going to help me? 
Laura nods. 
LAURA: “You’ve always understood better than the others. You’re the only one who could. You know what death tastes like.” Laura approaches Soo. “The blood on me is too thick to ever come off. But I can keep you clean.” Laura bares her claws. “I’ll take Leper Queen out, myself.” 
Soo needs a moment to think this over, not overly fond of the idea, but she accepts it. 
DUST: “Thank you, Laura.” BEAT. “When I look at you, I do not see any blood.” 
Laura isn’t sure what to say to that. Nor does she get the chance to figure it out. Laura shoves Sooraya to the ground as a turret fire of tranquelizers into shot into her. 
DUST: “Wolverine!” 
Dust begins transforming, but she’s hit by and trapped in an electric net. She briefly screams, before passing out. 
Back in the city, Monet continues to put on her act touring Emma around the Friends of Humanity’s facilities. As she does so, she telepathically communicates with someone else. 
BETO: “So would you like to give me the full story here?” 
MONET: “No.” 
BETO, getting a manicure in his office: “You mean because telepathic communication at this distance is difficult for you?”
MONET: “Shut up.” 
BETO: “Come on, be honest with your boyfriend.” 
MONET: “I do not recall giving you permission to use that term.” 
BETO: “And I don’t recall asking for it.” 
Monet sighs internally, and gives a brief overview. She never liked Emma. From the day she joined Generation X, she hated her. She hated how Emma clearly thought they were alike, and, more than that, she hated every time Emma was proven right. 
MONET: “I refused to end up like her.” 
BETO: “Not that I’m her biggest fan, but why?” Monet wrinkles her face, being this open extremely difficult. “You know keeping things all bottled up is a very “Emma” move”. 
MONET: “Hate you.” 
Beto makes kissie noises. 
Monet sighs and continues. She went through a lot in the process of joining Generation X (flashes are shown to a fully red, spiky girl in all black running around with Jubilee, Chamber, Husk, Skin and Synch, and fighting against Emplate). And one thing she could never shake was how much pain she was always in, and how constantly angry she was at herself. 
And then there were Everett and Angelo’s deaths (a flash is shown to Monet undigging Synch’s corpse out of rubble, crying as she holds it, Jubilee crying at her side, and Chamber beside her hugging Skin’s body tight), and what Emma did afterward (a flash is shown to the four remaining Generation X members watching as Emma vegtablizes Adrian and kills her men, horiffying them). 
MONET: “I refuse to spend my life loathing myself as she does. I refuse to fail like her. And I will never do anything less than to practice what I preach.” 
Beto exhales as his manicure is finished and he gives a large tip to his manicurist on her way out. As far he’s concerned, she doesn’t need to worry about any of that; he’d expect nothing less from her. 
BETO: “But I do understand. My relationship with Magneto has had similar…bumps. Only if you’d like to, we can discuss this more later. For now, let’s stay focused on keeping Emma from ruining our plans.” BEAT. “M? Monet?” 
MONET, outloud: *Something that needs to be censored* 
In the office, Emma and Monet have been surrounded by guards and put at gunpoint. 
In the past, Alice wakes up in her bed. Only, as she rubs her eyes, her spirit leaves her body. It takes Alice a moment to notice what’s happened as she floats over to her mirror, making her scream. 
Alice calls out for help from her mom, but there’s no answer. She hyperventilates as she tries to go back in her body, but she can’t. 
ALICE: “This can’t be happening.” She stares at herself in the mirror. “What am I?” 
Alice calls out for her mom again, rushing for her door. When she can’t touch the doorknob, she whimpers and tries phasing through the door, which she succeeds at. She comes down to the kitchen in tears, her mother cooking and her father reading the news (specifically an unsubtle pastiche of The Daily Mail), and begs for their help, but neither can see or hear her, Alice’s mother just calling out for Alice to come downstairs. 
Alice becomes completely hysterical as she drops to her knees, falling through the floor. 
In the present, Malice forces herself to stand up as Quicksilver and Crystal arrive at the industrial sight. 
QUICKSILVER: “Last chance.” 
The injured Malice stares intensely at the two heroes, who glare right back. It seems like she may be nervous, but then she smirks. 
MALICE: “Bad luck I landed here.” 
Malice surrounds herself back in her forcefield as she flies up, while simultaneously throwing all the metal beams and heavy machinery in the area at the duo. Pietro picks Crystal back up in his arms, and with difficulty and some intricate flips, dodges everything thrown at them. 
As a pissed and fearful Malice attempts to throw it all again, Crystal flies out of Quicksilver’s arms to attack Malice head on. Malice keeps Pietro busy, focusing her magnetic assault entirely on him, while growing red eyes on each of her palms to engage Crystal with the power of Pestillence. 
Both moving at lightning-fast speeds, Crystal attempts to strike Malice with either her fists, her flames, or her water, while Malice blocks, dodge, and attempts to hit the princess with one of her arrows. 
MALICE: “Lord Apocalypse was right about you Inhuman Royals. You’re much stronger than the last few X-Men I’ve fought.” 
CRYSTAL: “Tell me something I don’t know.” 
MALICE: “Well, okay. But only cause you asked, love” 
Malice and Crystal both fall to the ground as their eyes glow, and the metal in the area ceases to charge Quicksilver. He’s confused, before noticing what’s happened to the two women. He speeds over them, unsure of what to do, panic written all over his face. 
In her bunker, Leper Queen confidently paces back and forth in front of prison cells. She stops walking in front of one of the cells. 
LEPER QUEEN: “I was hoping you would wake up first…” Laura is shown, leaning against a wall, chained and collared. “X-23.” 
Laura glares back at Leper Queen silently. 
LEPER QUEEN: “What? No reaction? Not even going to ask who I am or what I want?” 
BEAT
LAURA: “I have been an X-Man for over a year. No answers you give will make me understand the things humans do.” 
Leper Queen assumes Laura is insinuating she’s like those zealots the Purifers, or those absolute fools, the U-Men. She wants to make clear that’s not what this is. 
LEPER QUEEN: “If scientists and doctors could hurry up on manufacturing an effective cure for your increasinlgy common disease, the world wouldn’t need a Leper Queen. But since a cure remains out of reach, it falls to me to purge this disease from the Earth.” 
Laura rolls her eyes at Leper Queen’s monologuing, and her seeing herself as any different from the others. LQ narrows her eyes. 
LEPER QUEEN: “Mock me if you wish. I have the support of our soon to be president. And with him in office, and my Sapien League enacting a purge, Mutantkind’s days are numbered.” 
LAURA: “Okay. And how does shooting an innocent, baseline woman help you?” 
Leper Queen steps toward the bars of Laura’s cell as she explains that shooting Mirah Qadir was a necessary evil. 
LEPER QUEEN: “It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best I could do…with your bitch of a mother already dead.” 
Laura growls as she leaps toward the bars, but is restrained by her chains. 
Leper Queen laughs as she bangs her fist on the bars. Her face then falls. 
LEPER QUEEN: “My daughter was only three years old when she was infected with a Mutation. Burned our house down, and took my face off. But I was still naive enough to believe it was just an unfortunate accident. An isolated incident.” She chokes up. “Then one day I come home. And I find her dead. Body mutilated. Covered in claw marks.” 
Laura’s eyes widen in horror as she realizes what this is about. 
LEPER QUEEN: “I won’t say her name. You wouldn’t remember. You were just the government’s attack dog after all. The lives you took didn’t mean anything.” BEAT. “You Mutants aren’t just threats to humanity. You’re threats to each other. And then there’s you, specifically, X-23. What I fear most. A corrupt government using your kind as weapons.” 
LAURA: “I–”
LEPER QUEEN: “I wanted to make you feel the pain of losing a mother. The only thing that could compare to the pain of losing a daughter. But I had to settle for the mother of your friend. I’m sure she’s in surgery right now, but I promise you, she will not survive.” 
Laura is overwhelmed with emotions. Rage, guilt, sadness, helplessness, and more she can’t even describe. 
Dust can be heard groaning in the next cell over. 
LEPER QUEEN: “Oh good. She’s awake. Let’s tell her who’s fault this all this. Before I make you watch me torture her.” 
Laura has no idea what to do as, once again, a friend’s life is in danger because of her. 
Back at the hospital waiting room, with Sofia now alone, she’s flipping through her phone, smiling sadly at selfies she forced Apocalypse to take with her, each one with her doing a different face and pose, while he wears the same annoyed expression in every photo. 
A nurse enters the waiting room, looking for Sooraya. Sofia approaches her and tells her she’s Sofia’s friend. Sooraya had to go take care of an emergency, and she asked her to give her updates. 
SOFIA: “Is Mirah okay?” 
The nurse thinks about how to respond. 
NURSE: “She’s out of surgery and she’s stable. Any other information I can only give to family. I’m sorry.” 
SOFIA, passionately: “I am her family.” 
NURSE, looking Sofia up and down, sarcastically: “By marriage I’m guessing?” 
Sofia squints her eyes, unamused by the nurse’s joke. 
We hard cut to Sofia wandering through the recovery room, looking for Mirah, with the fate of the nurse left up to the audience’s imagination. 
Upon finding Mirah, Sofia pulls a piece of Celestial tech out of her pocket, and uses it to scan her. 
SOFIA, pissed: “The bullet was poisoned. With something not found in any known database.” 
Sofia’s expression softens as she sits down next to the comatose Mirah and takes her hand, as the heart monitor weakly beeps. 
SOFIA: “Look at you. So weak and frail. So pathetic.” Sofia rolls her thumb around Mirah’s hand, bones heard cracking as she does so. “I could break you without even thinking about it.” BEAT. “And yet, even with the Hell I endured to become who I am, I do not know that I could stand as tall as you, that I could be a caretaker, after all that you have been through.” 
Sofia takes her hand off of her.
SOFIA:  “My father and I do not agree on everything. I believe that more humans are fit than he does. I know that my mother was. You, Mirah Qadir, live and you thrive, and you love and support your daughter, even after your years of torment. And rather than fear Dust’s strength, you encourage it. This proves to me that you are fit as well. My world will need humans like you.”
Sofia reaches into her pocket again, pulling out a different piece of Celstial tech. 
SOFIA: “And even if you were weak, you mean everything to Sooraya. Pain can make you stronger, but too much at once can shatter anyone.” She looks up. “Conquest and domination are the only ways I can protect the people that are important to me. And that means my friends.” 
Sofia places the device on Mirah’s forehead, with it melting into her skin. 
Sofia smiles, before getting a text from Akihiro reading, “We have SEVERAL problems.” The look on Sofia’s face turns intense as she gets up and wishes Mirah a swift recovery. As Sofia races off, Mirah’s heartrate increases. 
In Graydon’s offices, Emma and Monet are surrounded by armed security guards, as well as a smug Creed. 
Trying to stay in character as Penelope, Monet asks Creed what he’s doing, with Emma echoing her confusion. 
GRAYDON, folding his hands in front of him: “What is it about women born with silver spoons in their mouths and thinking they’re smarter than everyone else? Although I suppose in your case, Monet St. Croix, I can’t argue that you aren’t.”
MONET, squinting: “I got you the first time.” 
GRAYDON: “Sunspot made for an obnoxiously obvious distraction.” Emma’s eyes widen as she becomes livid over this being how she learns who Sunspot’s partner is. “That was well played.” 
EMMA, chanelling her real anger into an act: “Sunspot? You’re a Mutant?!” 
GRAYDON: “Save it, Ms. Frost. That collar on you is also a remote heart monitor. We’ve got every lie you’ve told here recorded.” 
Emma drops her act and glares, questioning what he intends to do with them. She doesn’t doubt his staff has been stacked with filth who wouldn’t flinch as their murders, but assures him that if they’re killed, the X-Men won’t care about the political repurcussions of what comes next. 
GRAYDON: “Which is precisely why neither of you will be dying today. I’ve fought Cyclops before. So long as he has hope, he won’t make a move.” “Which is why you two will be taken to a nice little bunker I've set up downstairs. I apologize in advance about the smell. The last Mutant I had taken down there still hasn’t been cleaned up.” 
BEAT
MONET: “You clearly think yourself an intelligent man yourself, Mr. Creed. And yet you neglected something simple.” 
GRAYDON: “Oh. What’s that?” 
MONET: “Me.” 
Monet attempts to rush Graydon at super speed, but finds herself moving slowly, tripping over her feet, and getting gut punched and back-handed back into Emma’s arms. Monet immediately pushes Emma away. 
GRAYDON: “Just to be safe, I had your water spiked with some Mutation dampening nanites, courtesy of Kilgore Arms. Get them out of here.” 
The security guards march the pissed Emma and Monet away. 
As they step down the hall, Monet nervously fidgets with her fingers, rubbing the tips together. This gives Emma an idea. 
Emma begins tapping her leg with her finger randomly. With all the footsteps, none of the guards hear it. But Monet notices. And once Emma sees she has her attention, the taps become less random and more deliberate. 
Monet laughs as quietly as she can. 
MONET, tapping her own leg in Morse code: “I bet you’re going to take credit for teaching me Morse code.” 
EMMA, in Morse code: “I taught it to all of you.” 
MONET: “I already knew the basics. This is your fault. I had things under control.” 
EMMA: “You only began drinking water here after I arrived?” Monet pouts in embarrassment. “Now, would you like to hear my plan, or would you prefer to continue to express my worthlessness as a teacher?” 
DRAMATIC BEAT
MONET: “Can I not do both?” 
Emma rolls her eyes. 
Back at the industrial sight, Pietro shakes, unsure of what he should do as Pestillence assaults Crystal’s mind. Malice has left herself completely open to attack, but what if attacking her now causes something to happen to Crystal or Lorna? She wouldn’t have left herself this vulnerable if there wasn’t a trap, right?
Sweat drips down Pietro’s face as he decides he has to take the risk. He has to act! 
Pietro vibrates his fist at super speed ready to strike Malice…but he doesn’t. 
PIETRO: “But then…” 
He flashes back to his impsule attack on Malice in their first encounter that enabled Wanda to get hit. 
PIETRO: “Striking first is what cost me before.” 
With Quicksilver completely in his own head, he’s caught off guard as Malice slips back into Lorna’s body, and blasts him and Crystal away. Crystal hits her head on a metal beam, knocking her out, but Pietro is able to barely get back up. 
MALICE: “Such a dark and twisted mind she has! Do you actually know who you’re married to, hero?” 
Quicksilver growls and screams with rage as he attacks, but even at super speed, he isn’t fast enough to hit her before she invades his mind. 
We transition directly back into another of Alice’s flashbacks. A woman is in a coffee shop, getting her order, when, as she reaches her arm out to take her drink, her arm falls off. Everyone around her screams in horror. But she has a different response. 
ALICE: “Dammit. Not already.” 
Alice’s spirit abandons the body in tears, with it crumbling to dust as she leaves it behind. 
Alice cries as she flies out into the night sky, as we see she’s wound up in New York. This city is filled with those who don’t wish to deal with the hardships of life anymore and are eager for a painless solution, but the bodies just keep burning up faster and faster!
As she curls up into a ball, and listens to the pain and distress of all those beneath her, a single, powerful mind stands out. One that makes Alice stop crying, and instead pant with hunger. 
 Alice flies as fast as she can, until reaching the horribly messy apartment of Lorna Dane. She finds Lorna curled up in a ball on her couch, surrounded by half-eaten food and finished bottles of alcohol, and countless tissues. 
ALICE: “Why are your screams so much louder? And why do you look familiar?” 
Her legs shaking, Alice invades Lorna’s mind. And she gets a slideshow of what she’s been through, including battling against her own father,Magneto, fighting alongside the X-Men, the genocide and destruction of Genosha. 
ALICE: “Oh” Alice puts her hand to her heart. “Wow.”
Alice is punched in the back of the head in the white void she’s floating in by a pissed Lorna, who tells whoever this is that messing with her right now is only going to end one way for her. 
ALICE: “You have it all wrong! I don’t want to hurt you. I want to help us. Both.” 
LORNA, not buying it: “That so?” 
Alice explains how her powers work. How she can take over willing bodies, and in doing so, puts their minds to rest and at ease, without killing them. She’s been doing this for a while now since she lost her own body. 
ALICE: “But the bodies never last. They always burn out. But yours? You’re strong. Stronger than almost anyone! You’re the bloody daughter of Magneto! If anyone could keep me stable, it’s you.” 
Lorna sighs as Alice looks at her with pleading eyes. 
LORNA: “How old are you?”
ALICE: “17. 18 soon. Not that it matters much. I don’t think I actually age anymore.” 
LORNA, rubbing her forehead: “Right. Okay. Sweetie, I’m gonna give you the address of a nice school that takes care of Mutants, and then you’re gonna leave me the Hell alone. They’ll know how to help you. Kapeesh?” 
ALICE, flying up to her: “No! No one can help me, but me. Especially not some posh bloke running a school out of a mansion who’d probably tell me this curse makes me special.” 
LORNA: “So you’ve already taken a tour for yourself.”
ALICE: “More than once.” 
Alice pleads with Lorna. She can feel just how miserable and angry Lorna is. She knows she doesn’t want to go on. And she doesn’t have to!
ALICE: “I know that I’d been through what you…a whole life of fighting and confusion and pain, only to have to live with the guilt of failing to protect 16 million people from dying horrible deaths…” Alice’s intentionally specific word choice gets to Lorna. “..., and then left all alone, I definitely wouldn’t be able to take it. It’s how I know you’re so strong. I wouldn’t even still be here!”
LORNA, unable to keep up the tough act: “I…”
ALICE: “I promise, Lorna, you’ll be happier! And even if I won’t join the X-Men, I’ll still do what you did, and are clearly in no condition to return to: fighting for Mutants, and keeping them safe. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I can even bum around your family if you want. Be a better daughter and sister than you were. Please.” 
Lorna cracks completely under the weight of her depression and Alice’s manipulations. She shuts her eyes as tears stream down her face. We directly fade into Pietro crying, as he’s shown all of this. 
We cut from Pietro’s tears to Sooraya’s screams, as Leper Queen electrocutes her. This time, Laura doesn’t both with desperate pleas. She just calls out to Soo to hang in there. She’s going to save her, and she’s going to kill this monster, just as she promised. 
LEPER QUEEN, pausing the torture: “Heh. Do you think that’s going to happen, Dust?” 
SOORAYA, struggling to speak, in Arabic: “I will tear your flesh from your–” 
Leper Queen cuts her off via electrocution. 
LEPER QUEEN: “English, Mutant. This is America.” 
Sooraya can’t respond as she writhes in pain on the ground. 
LEPER QUEEN: “Okay then. Here’s what happens next. We keep at this until I get bored. Then...you get a choice.” 
LAURA, not having been monologued to about any choice: “What? Dust, do not listen to a word she says.” 
LEPER QUEEN: “Oh I think she’ll want to hear this.” She electrocutes Dust again, prompting more screams from Soo, and a flailing Laura to try and fail to break her chains. “I received word from one of my spies. It seems like your mother is going to make it after all.” Soo’s eyes light up. She can’t smile, but it’s a relief. “You may be heathens, but I have chosen to take this as a sign. Killing you to punish X-23 may not be necessary. The torture may suffice.” BEAT. “Provided you are willing to kill her yourself.” 
Dust’s expression is difficult to read as she pushes herself to sit up, struggling through the pain. Laura’s thoughts on the matter, however, are quite clear. 
LAURA: “Take it! Take the deal!” 
That catches Leper Queen off guard. She wants her to kill her? 
LAURA, crying: “I am just a weapon. One who does not want to hurt any more innocent people. But also one that cannot protect anyone.” Laura uncomfortably smiles at Leper Queen. “A thousand of me aren’t worth one of her.” 
BEAT
Leper Queen laughs in surprise. She can’t disagree with that, but it’s nice to really see just how much X-23’s clearly already been broken before this point. 
LEPER QUEEN: “Not mindless enough to just kill who you’re told. Not strong enough to stop me. And still just dangerous enough to put everyone around you in harm’s way. What do you say, Dust?” 
There’s a moment of tension. 
SOORAYA: “You idiot.” 
LEPER QUEEN: “What did you say?!” 
SOORAYA, at the top of her lungs: “I am not speaking to you!” Leper Queen is confused, while Laura just looks more hurt. “This is why you ran away. This is what Kimura put in your head at the Facility. Well…maybe she is right. You do put us in danger. And you are not as strong as you seemed when we were all new. You cannot protect us.” Laura hangs her head in shame. “But there is something you are missing.” 
Laura isn’t sure what she could possibly mean 
SOORAYA: “None of us care! You think we fear you? Living in that school is a sign of a death wish, but we all do it anyway! Because we can help others. And because we care about each other. We all love you, Laura. There is nothing else to it. Maybe we once needed you to protect us, but we are not just children anymore. We can protect ourselves. And you.” 
Laura is choked up, unsure of what to say to Dust’s words of undeserved kindness. 
Before she can figure it out, Leper Queen puts a gun to Sooraya’s head. 
LEPER QUEEN: “Go ahead then. Since you aren’t in the mood to put down an animal. Protect yourself.” She cocks her gun. “Sooraya shuts her eyes and starts speeding through a prayer. “Oh, please.” 
Leper Queen is about to shoot, when an explosion is heard, and the lights flicker. 
LEPER QUEEN: “The Hell?” 
OFFICER, over coms: “Ma’am, we have an intruder! We cannot identify them, but they’re–”
They’re cut off as they let out a final deathly wail. 
Leper Queen curses the bad timing and holsters her gun, before connecting with the rest of her men, and telling them to prepare. One of the X-Men must have found them, but this is what they’ve trained for. They’re prepared for any of them. 
In a dark hallway, soldiers are positioned with assault rifles, grenades, and other weapons and tools to dispatch whichever X-Man they’ve studied. 
The elevator doors open, and it isn’t an X-Man that steps out. Instead, the heavy metal boots of Lady Akabba bang against the floor. 
They stare each other down. 
OFFICER: “Take them out!” 
The second they start moving to attack, Sofia unleashes a wave of flames to fill the hallway, immolating all of them. 
As she continues to make her way through the complex, Sofia doesn’t even draw her sword. Nor does she move swiftly. All of these humans can be easily dispatched by burning them, or by using the air to slice their throats, as she casually makes her way down the bunker. 
Panicking, Leper Queen orders all soldiers to move to her position. They will get their prey here!
Laura and Sooraya have no idea what’s going on. 
When Lady Akabba reaches the floor of the cells, she finds that Leper Queen’s remaining men are in power suits, seemingly made from old sentinel tech. 
WAR, in her modulated voice: “Likely resistant to Mutant abilities.” She finally draws her sword. ‘Very well.” 
They all try to blast energy at her or strike her head on, but it’s no use. Sofia cuts through all of them like butter, even bisecting one man, as she belittlies them. They’ve trained and they’ve armed themselves. And even though she is using no powers and just a blade…
SOFIA, grabbing Leper Queen by the throat: “Your inferiority cannot be changed.” 
Laura and Sooraya now have another reason to be angry and terrified, as they recognize their other enemy, and see her toss Leper Queen through a wall, knocking her out. 
Then, she turns to the prisoners, staring down at them. She raises her sword…but only to cut through the bars, and to break their chains. 
As Laura and Sooraya continue to just grow more confused, a sigh of relief can just barely be heard under Lady Akabba’s helmet. 
WAR: “Are you both okay?” 
It takes a moment to break through the confusion, but Dust speaks up first. 
SOORAYA: “You…you came to rescue us?” 
WAR: “Protecting Mutants is my duty and my mission.” Neither Laura nor Sooraya seem satisfied with the answer. “But more importantly…” War reaches her hands behind her head, and undoes the clasps of her helmet, pulling it off, shaking her glossy brown hair out, and revealing her blue face to a mortified Laura and Sooraya with a flawless smile. “You are my best friends.” 
In the basement of Graydon’s building, Creed’s guards lead Emma and Monet into a dark and filthy chamber. Both women are repulsed, but Monet forces herself to grit and hide her disgust when she notices Emma making the same expression. 
GUARD: “Muties like you don’t deserve ivory towers. This is much more your level.” 
Some of the other guards laugh with him. 
Emma and Monet exchange annoyed glances. 
MONET, shoving Emma against the guards: “I wish I had never met you!” 
The guards shove Emma back, but as she does so, she grabs and yanks Monet’s wrists, shoving her against the guards. 
EMMA: “How ungrateful can you be? You would still be a spiny little hedgehog without me.” 
The guards are confused, but still shove Monet away. They are amused at seeing the two fighting though. 
MONET: “The only man I ever loved is loved dead because of you, and now I am going to share his fate.” 
EMMA: “It must be so easy to blame your problems on others. It’s far less tiresome than taking responsibility for your own actions, isn’t it? For less difficult than making the most of what you’re left with.” 
MONET: “I hate you!” 
EMMA: “And you think that makes you unique?” 
Monet tackles Emma to the ground. One of the guards chuckles, and another man lightly punches his shoulder. 
GUARD: “Much as we’d all love to watch them kill each other, I don’t think we want Magneto coming down on us.” 
The others agree, and separate Emma and Monet, grabbing them. This is the opening the two were waiting for, as they flip their assaulters. The well-trained guards are quick to act and shoot, but they just end up putting bullets in their co-workers. 
Emma and Monet grin  as they use this opening to engage the guards. While the two may be far from master martial arts, they’re experienced. With Emma utilizing more direct strikes, while Monet fights with Aikido, they knock out their enemies. 
Emma sighs and dusts her hands off. 
EMMA: “It was quite silly of Graydon to believe we’d need our powers to best the likes of them.” 
MONET: “I grew up around politicians. I don’t expect much from any of their minds.”  
EMMA: “Too true. Impressive moves.” 
MONET: “Those I will reluctantly give you credit for.” 
Emma tells Monet that Graydon couldn’t figure out that she was still in contact with the school via one of their students. Cyclops says Magik and Kitty should be finding them any moment, and Danger will clear any video evidence of them ever being here, and she can wipe the minds of the riff-rff later. 
Monet compliments her for a well-thought out extraction strategy. Just then, an earthquake shakes New York City, with the fire alarm and sprinklers going off shortly after. 
MONET, smirking: “I have my own.” She starts walking away. “The X-Men are supposed to be superheroes, aren’t they? Leave finishing things with Graydon to us. Ciao.” 
Emma beams with pride while Monet’s back is turned to her, before dropping the expression as she calls out to her. Monet turns her head. 
EMMA: “I know that I failed you all. Don’t think I do not understand that. I was still learning, myself. And I am trying to do better for my new students.” Monet doesn’t seem to care. “But whether you like it or not, we are the same. Us both being here is no coincidence. You can embrace that, or you can attempt to shed who you are and change…which will still make you like me. Regardless of what you choose, if you ever need anything, if you would ever just like to talk, I am here for you. But only if you wish me to be.” 
Monet’s expression softens, touched on some level, but she quickly reverts to being cold and hard. 
MONET: “Save it for Jubilee. She may be stupid enough to trust you again.” 
Monet leaves, with Emma smiling, not having missed the brief change. 
We cut to Pietro in tears, his mindscape shifting to the graveyard of Genosha. 
MALICE, looking like Alice: “It didn’t matter where she went. What she did. What she took. This is all Lorna could see. It was almost too easy to get her to give me this hot bod.” 
Quicksilver punches her at super speed, but he can’t hurt her here. 
MALICE: “If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at yourself. With how negligent you all were, she’d still be suffering now without me. I did exactly as I said. I gave her peace, and I’m helping her people. Young, at-risk Mutants especially.” 
QUICKSILVER: “Do you actually believe “young, at-risk Mutants” would support what you're doing?” 
MALICE: “I was one when I joined up, and it sounded good to me. Self-care.” Pietro scowls at her, and she grins back. “Lorna tried self-care. It wasn’t enough.” 
PIETRO: “I did my best. Crystal and Luna, the entire world…they needed me. I would have been there for her if I could have, but I didn’t know what she was going through!” 
MALICE, taking the form of Magneto: “How familiar.” 
Pietro dashes back, panic in his eyes. 
MALICE, keeping Magneto’s form: “But were you really too busy? Or were you scared?” 
PIETRO, trembling: “I am not scared of anything.” 
MALICE: “Not even of being as poor a father as your own? Were you thinking more about your wife or him when Luna was born?”
PIETRO: “Do not analyze me. Get out!” 
MALICE: “All that worry, all that desire to be there for her, and you still haven’t met the girl. Shameful.” Pietro, knowing his attacks won’t do anything, still punches Malice millions of times in a rage. “It obviously isn’t all your fault. Magneto was a failure. It is only natural you’d be just as pathetic.” Pietro ceases his attack, panting. Malice shifts into the form of Lorna. “But may I’m wrong. Maybe you were just struggling with your grief in your own way. Genosha burning was your fault too after all. Or maybe, just maybe, you’re afraid your new father is just like your old one.” For just a moment, she takes on the form of King Blackagar Boltagon. She then shifts into Wanda. “He is just as ashamed of you.” 
PIETRO: “Take…take her face off.” 
MALICE, holding back laughter: “Brother…” She hugs him. Pietro doesn’t struggle. “Have the X-Men even told you we already killed her?” 
Pietro’s rage bubbles over, and his psychic defenses are finally able to remove Malice from his mind and, back in reality, he doesn’t hesitate to race forward and attack. 
PIETRO: “Guh…”
Pietro lunges himself right onto Muramasa, Death having arrived, moved Malice’s body, and positioned himself right in front of Pietro.
Quicksilver can barely breathe as he looks down and sees how he’s been skewered. Death grins as he pulls his blade out, and Pietro collapses, unconscious. 
PESTILLENCE: “That was more difficult than it should have been. Sorry about that.” 
DEATH, sheathing his blade: “No need to apologize. The houses of M and Amaquelian are strong. Exodus didn’t think you’d pull it off.” 
PESTILLENCE: “He’s old, he thinks a lot of dumb things.” Akihiro picks up Pietro and throws him over his shoulder. “Mind if I kill the princess?” 
DEATH: “Don’t be stupid. We’re in no position for a war with the Inhumans. Not yet anyway.” 
PESTILLENCE: “Aww. Lame.” 
Malice flies the three of them off, leaving the unconscious Crystal behind. 
In the Sapien League’s bunker, Laura and Sooraya are too frozen to speak. Until…
SOORAYA: “You’re lying.” Dust turns her hands to sand, ready to attack. “This is a trick!” 
SOFIA, remaining calm: “No. No more tricks. It is time for you to know the truth. When I was lost and broken, Apocalypse found and rebuilt me. He became the father I never had. Since his defeat, everything I have done has been to bring about his vision for the world. Not only for us, but for you.” 
SOORAYA: “For us?! You have been attacking us for months! Brian and Sophie are dead because of you.” 
SOFIA, hanging her head: “I have had to tell countless lies since returning to the school. My entire life has been an act.” She looks back at Soo with genuine sadness. “But my mourning was real. I did not want them to die. They were my friends too. Using Quentin was a mistake. I should have–” 
LAURA, cutting her off and drawing her claws: “You should have done a lot, but you couldn’t! They’re controlling you.” 
Sofia looks to Laura with wry amusement, glad she’s speaking up. She was being even quieter than usual. 
SOFIA: “I assure you, Laura. I am not under anyone’s control. I stand above all.” 
LAURA: “Telepathy, possession, and pheremones. Any of them could be doing it, and you wouldn’t know.” 
BEAT 
SOFIA: “Do you think I didn’t know that is what you have been thinking?” Laura is startled, as Sofia turns back to Dust. “Soo, did you know that Laura has been training with Death for the past several weeks?” 
Sooraya is quickly outraged, but Laura explains quickly and bluntly. She went undercover among the Horsemen because she knew the Horsemen had gotten to Sofia.
LAURA: “I just didn’t know what they had made her into.” 
SOFIA: “And I allowed you to follow your suspicion for the same reason as much of what I have done. To make you strong.” Sofia stares her friends down, before walking away. “You aren’t going to fight me. You would have attacked by now if you were going to be impulsive, and you know you cannot beat me.”
Sofia walks through the hole she put Leper Queen through, picks her up, and throws her at Dust’s feet. 
SOFIA: “This is humanity. Hating us for our superiority, while blaming us for their own society. Laura, you did not kill her daughter. Humans did. The same cruel humans who abused you so horribly. Who hurt Cessily and Roxy. You should be happy to know I had Akihiro burn The Facility down.” Laura doesn’t look happy. “They do not deserve this world. Their rule took my mother’s life. They are responsible for what happened to you and your mother, Sooraya. Just as she is responsible for attempting to take your mother from you forever.” PAUSE. “Within one month, I will be the queen of a better world. And I would like you both among my ladies.” 
While Dust’s eyes are filled with hate as she glares down at Leper Queen, she’s stalwart that she could never join her. However noble…even understandable…her motivations may be, she knows that her mother survived. She will not let Sofia hurt her. 
SOFIA: “Hurt her? Soo, who do you think saved her?” Dust’s eyes widen. “Human medical science. Yet another area where they fall short.” Sofia holds Sooraya’s arms. “I still miss my mother everyday. Do not think for a second I intend to harm yours.” 
Laura, realizing where this is going, jumps in to tell Dust not to listen to a word she says. She’s manipulating her. This isn’t Sofia! 
SOFIA: “Oh, Laura. You poor, lovesick dog.” BEAT. Laura is thrown up against the ceiling by the wind, and is forced to remain there. Sofia looks up at her. “I offered you a place as a lady for a reason. Because at my side will not be a queen, but a king.” It's like a knife through Laura’s heart. “We are done.” 
Laura can’t even speak up enough to scream. She can only seethe through her teeth. 
SOFIA, looking back at Sooraya: “Take her worthless life, Dust. This is the mission God gave you. To protect your people. Whatever you think of me, is keeping her alive what he would want?” 
The speed of sand flowing out of Sooraya’s sleeves increases. Laura is able to find her voice just enough to beg Dust not to do this. She pleads with her. 
LAURA: “Don’t become like me.” 
Soo looks at each of her friends, and then back at Leper Queen. She’s hesitant, but then the warm, soothing whispers of “Allah” pass through her mind. 
Soo shuts her eyes. Before opening them, and unleashing her power, disintegrating every trace of Leper Queen. Laura shuts her eyes, unable to watch. 
Dust is shocked and horrified at what she’s done, but before she can think about it too much, Lady Akabba hugs her. 
SOFIA: “I know that was not easy. I am proud of you.” 
Sofia lets go, and Sooraya is able to compose herself, before kneeling. 
SOORAYA: “Thank you, Lady Akabba.” 
Sofia is pleased, but, looking up at Laura, she doesn’t think she’s quite ready to join them yet. She drops Laura from the ceiling and kicks her in the face, knocking her out. 
Sooraya cringes. 
SOFIA: “Do not worry. Soon, you will never have to worry about one of our friends being hurt again. Are you ready to leave this awful place?” 
Soo nods. Sofia tells her she’ll get her teleporter right here. 
SOFIA: “I really am so happy you can see things as they are. I knew you would.” 
DUST, quietly: “Thank you.” 
Lila Cheyney pops in and Sofia introduces her to her court’s very own musician. She will get time to know everyone later though. 
Before they can leave, however, there’s an explosion. 
HELLION: “Wolverine! Dust!”
SURGE: “Are you here?!” 
Julian and Noriko burst in, having finally caught up with the others. Their faces both fall, and they’re both left speechless, as they see Sofia in the Lady Akabba armor, with the same sword she used against them. 
JULIAN, barely audible: “no.” 
SOFIA, more annoyed than anything: “Oh. This is not how I wanted this to go. I apologize for this.” 
Sofia throws her two closest friends against the walls, head first, and with Julian too shocked to put up forcefields in time, they’re both knocked out. 
Back at the school, Cyclops, Emma, and Magneto sit in their office. 
MAGNETO: “While it is nice that it sounds like you and your old student were able to bond, Creed continues to live.” 
EMMA: “But with the measures we took to cover our tracks, there is nothing he can try to pin on us. We are back at square one, but not any worse off. And election day remains a long way off.” 
MANGETO: “That does not mitigate the harm him spreading his rhetoric through his campaign will cause.” 
EMMA: “And we will still deal with him eventually.” 
Emma continues to speak in voice over as we pan across Graydon’s office, lights off, where everyone has gone home for the night. 
EMMA, as the camera reveals Graydon at his desk, dead, with his lifeless face in a puddle of cold coffee: “Better than if we had compromised ourselves by squishing the worm more openly.” 
In the office, Magneto questions whether they should even continue this mission themselves, or if they should entrust it to Monet and her “friends”. 
Emma and Erik both look to Scott, who’s been deep in thought. He presses on his com. 
SCOTT: “Sunspot, you can come in now.” 
Roberto enters, with his usual confidence in his step, greets the headmasters, hoping everything is going well, even if he will be mildly annoyed they called him away from his work without needing him. 
The three stare at him, unamused. 
SCOTT: “We know about M, Sunspot.”
EMMA: “She’s the smartest woman I know, but not the best with her words.” 
MAGNETO: “We imagine she’s also the silent partner you chose to not inform us of.” 
ROBERTO, pissed, but not dropping his fake smile: “Ah. That…well that sucks.” He laughs. 
Beto apologizes for not coordinating better with them, but, given Monet’s history with Emma, she didn’t want her to know she was involved. 
CYCLOPS: “Right. And did Rictor make a similar request?” Beto’s smile curls. “There aren’t too many Mutants who can make earthquakes, and you spent years with one of them.” 
EMMA: “What is it that you’re keeping from us? A new X-Force? If we dig a little further, will we be finding Domino or Boom Boom?” 
MAGNETO: “Does Samuel know?” 
Beto drops his act entirely, continuing to stand tall, but firmly instead of playfully. 
BETO: “Sam doesn’t know about anything. And there is no X-Force active, I promise.” 
MAGNETO: “Then what are you doing?” 
Beto cringes. Erik floats over to him, and tells him they’re trying here, but this game has gone on long enough. He needs to be honest with them. Now. 
Beto, thinking fast, rolls his tongue around anxiously. 
BETO: “I am doing what I have to to protect Mutantkind. Because that job cannot be entrusted to you three.” 
Scott and Emma glare at him, already displeased. Beto doesn’t think they have any reason to blame him though. 
BETO: “Day after day, you three continue to fail. Mutants die, the schools fall apart, the world decays. Things keep getting worse, and yet you hold onto your entitlement that you are the only ones who can lead us. How often do you question where things would stand right now if you had been the ones to leave, and Storm was leading us?” 
SCOTT: “Everyday.” 
BETO: “I’m sure. Just as you’re sure that without her around, you’re the only ones who can do this job. Why? Kitty and I are just as capable of leading this team, and we’re far more likely to appeal to the masses. Is it because you’re the ones strong enough to put down Apocalypse? Because that sounds like his logic. Not to mention we had Iceman for that, before you allowed him to slip away.” 
Emma is irritated by Beto’s self-righteousness. They have failed, yes. But they also do their best. They are here. Always. 
EMMA: “Which is far more than can be said for you.” 
ERIK: “When last we discussed this, you said that you still trusted me. That was a lie?” 
BETO: “That was before you didn’t make any difference.” 
Sunspot assures them that he is not doing anything supervllanous, he isn’t being like his father.He’s just building a shield to protect Mutantkind for when they fail, and the world comes crashing down on them. 
SCOTT: “And you know best because you’re so much smarter than us.” 
BETO, cheeky: “And in the meantime, I remain happy to work alongside you in the capacity you see fit.” 
BEAT
ERIK: “I understand.” Beto boyishly smiles with relief. “But if this is how you see us, as risks more than anything else, then you cannot stay here.” 
BETO: “What?! Headmaster, no. You cannot fire me.” 
SCOTT: “No one is firing you, Roberto. Not in the middle of our current mess.”
EMMA: “But the onus of opening of and being a team player is on you. If you cannot do this, you should extend your next trip indefinitely.” 
BETO, cringing and struggling to compose himself: “Understood.” 
Beto walks away, turning his head before he leaves to Magneto, who turns his face away. Pained, Beto exits. 
The episode ends in Clan Akabba’s headquarters, as Sofia delivers a speech to her cultists and her small army of Mutants in her throneroom, Exodus, Akihiro, Malice, and a guilty-looking Dust at her side. 
She speaks of how three months ago, the world should have been theirs. Lord Apocalypse should have conquered the Earth. He failed. But they carry on his will! 
Lady Akabba tells her followers that the X-Men are in shambles, as we see not just Julian, Noriko, and Laura in chains, but Cessily and Roxy as well (the two taken off-screen), as well as Sunspot ordering a drink in a bar, Magneto alone in his office regretting everything about how the day played out, and the largely empty hallways of the school. 
She tells them that Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch are their prisoners, and with them, their path to ultimate victory is clear. And with how fierce the hate toward them is right now from humanity, all of their brothers and sisters will soon be joining them. 
SOFIA: “Lord Apocalypse will be restored! Mutantkind will dominate the Earth! Humanity will worship at our feet! And the world will become strong!”
We close out as all of Lady Akabba’s followers cheer her name, Sofia grinning like her father underneath her helmet. 
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trans-mephisto · 8 months
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The somewhat popular theory that Lightning = Rin and why I personally don't buy it
(And my own theory)
So, quick disclaimer; this post isn't made with the intent of "ruining fun" or putting down other theorists in the fandom, but rather is simply me putting in my own two cents on a character. I'm very analytical and find this kind of thing fun! My essay is below the cut so I don't take up too much space in the fandom tag :]
Okay, starting with the reasons I really don't think Lewin is Rin from the future, which I've skimmed the manga to support my personal doubts.
First off, though they do share some similarities, Lewin and Rin still have distinct differences in their designs. One of the main things I took note of was the difference in their eye shapes. When his eyes are shown, Lightning has rounded eyes with small, thin irises, whereas Rin has angular eyes with larger irises. Examples below!
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And these two images aren't far apart in chapters, so it's not anything like an art style change. Even so, eye shape is something that Kato doesn't really change drastically within her character designs.
Now, another thing is we actually see Lightning as a teenager during the whole flashback arc. He would be nineteen during this time, and we also have an image of Rin at eighteen (albeit in another timeline from the main one, but it generally doesn't matter). Though, again, kind of similar, there's still stark differences. The main ones again, being eye shape, Rin having round irises and Lewin having thin ones, and the fact Lewin is babyfaced compared to Rin having a slimmer face at nearly the same age.
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Lastly, there's also their personalities. Lightning has always been mostly emotionless, intelligent, and analytical, whereas Rin at his core has always been very emotional, and no shade to Rin, has always been kind of stupid. Once again, they may have some similarities but their differences are more prevelant.
So, what gives? Who or what is Lewin?
Well, while thinking this over, I kind of stumbled across a character who I think is far more like Lightning personality-wise. Shiro Fujimoto.
There's many comparisons to be made between them, especially with younger Shiro. Perverted, tendencies towards violence, the fact they both generally don't seem to care till they're upset enough? Very similar. Although I definitely don't think they're one in the same, I do have suspicions that tie together as to why he's similar to Shiro, and to an extent, Rin and Yukio. And it's pretty simple.
They're related!
Now I don't mean anything like "Shiro's secret child" or "Rin or Yukio's child from the FUTURE" or anything like that, what I think is that he's simply the grandchild or a similar descendant to Azazel, and since Shiro was directly cloned from Azazel and Satan was also inhabiting an Azazel clone when Rin and Yukio were concieved, all the overlapping similarities make sense. And I have a TON of evidence to back this up.
First of all, Lewin has a very strong connection with demons to the point where it's often showed he has an easier time summoning them than any other tamer, even high-level entities.
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For higher level demons, he doesn't have to finish the summon, and doesn't even need a verse in general for the low level demons.
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Also, both these demon types are kin to Azazel.
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Later on, we even learn that he has god-level demons (literally the gods of winds) as his familiars, and guess what? They're kin of Azazel.
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So he has a very strong connection to Azazel's kin, and also Azazel himself.
During the Blue Night flashback, we see he was for some reason, a member of Azazel's group of Grigori represenatives.
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Not just that, but he in general seems very close to Azazel. He mentions speaking to him, goes to visit him to calm down, calls him "old man" or "gramps", and when discovering Section 13's cloning secrets, at one point seems genuinely upset mentioning that the process of extracting Azazel's DNA probably led to his advanced crystalization. His soft spot for Azazel is obvious.
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So in short, I do understand the connections Rin and Lewin share, and why it led to many people believing they were the same person. But after doing some digging, I believe the point was to hint at their relation and also draw parallels between his situation with Azazel and Rin's with Shiro.
Hope everyone enjoys reading my long-winded ramblings. :]
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the-legendaryphoenix · 3 months
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I honestly don't usually talk about serious stuff, but I feel I need to say it. Ive been having thoughts bottle up for the better part of a few months, and I have to put them all somewhere.
This will be somewhat disorganized, but I need to get my thoughts out there. These are also the deranged rantings of a college student that is up at 3 am due to an inability to sleep, so feel free to take all this with a grain of salt.
I talk about capitalism, socialism, power structures, future worries, AI, emotional issues, climate change etc in this essay here. If you're sensitive to those kinda things, feel free to ignore this/block me/avert your eyes. I won't mind.
Yall are not beholden to magically change the world. It's nearly impossible to. Mass societal change almost always come from grassroots movements. There's ... no other way to change society otherwise.
Take generative AI and all. Before 2023, it was just this novelty and a toy that only a few people took seriously. Fast forward a bunch of companies tinkering with it and more eyes slowly getting drawn to the tech and boom suddenly we got trade unions like SAG AFTRA having to throw the video game voice acting industry to the wolves in order to get protections for actors and writers. We didn't get that outta thin air. It was a thing that was built up over time, before suddenly exploding like this.
I'm not entirely convinced AI shit is purely a product of capitalism. AI is just another step in humanity's forever quest to optimise the fuck out of everything regardless of whether or not there's a soul left at the end of it. This would happen under capitalism or socialism. The government - no matter how many social programs they have - is not your friend. Corporations are not your friend (we're in this kind of AI mess because corporations wanna make a quick buck remember?) If it weren't to make money off the backs of artists under capitalism, AI would also be used to generate endless propaganda and distractions by socialist states in order to stop the transition to communism & remain in power. (Think something akin to 1984) Both corporations and the government are wolves in sheep's clothing at absolute best.
Im not saying socialism couldn't work or that it's worse than capitalism. I just dont think socialism would magically solve all the worlds problems at the snap of a dictator's finger. Alotta that has to do with power structures that will be talked about shortly. Also, socialism cannot exist in a democracy. If the people choose their leaders, then the leaders have to constantly farm support from those that help them get elected. And it's not really socialism if some people are getting more than others. That's just our current system but you got authroitarianism instead of democracy. And don't point to systems like those in Scandanavia. Those are capitalist countries. The amount of government safety nets does not change the fact that unless the government has complete control over the entirety of a country's economics, its not socialism.
Due to how power structures work, I don't think violence and/or revolution against the elite will solve anything. Violence would only give them a reason to pull one of their many strings to get a government or private organization to crack down on the rest of us. No one rules alone. There's always got to be others that do the work that leaders cannot physically do themselves. This means that Authoritarian leaders must always give money/favor and or turn the other cheek to the ones that help them rule, and that represenatives must be open to favoring their supporters. If that means the government/leader/whoever ignoring obvious problems, then so be it. And for revolutions, the citizens cannot complete one on their own. The millitary has to allow it. And the citizens do not exactly get to choose the next leader. The Americans won the revolution only because the British had to deal with economics and morale. Had they had unlimited money in their vault and the troops were always raring to fight, the Americans would have lost.
Anarchism would circumvent a lot of the needless power structule bullshit. But as long as humanity has desires, there will always be some method of control over a group of people. Anarchism and communism are amazing ideas on paper. I just cant see them working.
Going back to my main point, its likely that none of us will be able to change the world. At the same time, the world can change you. A lot of my views on politics, friendship, and life in general have shifted since I started studying at college. Through this, Ive come to also realize that getting all worked up about stuff is an exercise in futility. Reblogging posts doesn't change the world. Doomscrolling through reddit and tumblr hashtags doesn't magically solve all problems that you see in the world; it just makes you lie awake at 1:45 AM feeling horrible and all. Wondering if living is still worth it gets you nowhere. It just makes you feel like complete ass when the anxiety passes and you wonder why you were considering such things after seeing an image with impossible geometry/the wrong amount of fingers/inconsistent everything.
You're not given the secrets to life, the universe, and everything on a silver platter. You have to find them yourself. Even if the world/circumstances are determined to make you miserable. You still have to find what's important to you. Ironically, I did get that from somewhere else, namely Pokemon Scarlet... but I also practice Catholic Nihlism, so its also an independent thought I came up with myself. [God gave me the right to choose what meaning I derive from life so I'll do it damn it!]
To clear up worries AI, there's always going to be human soul in some form of art. Think of indie productions that literally do their own thing; regardless of what the market dictates. Think of local artists that perform in your local theater, make paintings for your local museum/gallery, and writers that just sit down one day and write down what's on their mind. In that regard, AI's a tool. Genuinely.
Ive witnessed my friend use it to brainstorm/assist in some pretty difficult narration/dialogue for their fanfic. Ive used it myself to brainstorm some of the more complicated logic for some of my programming projects. You can use it for good things actually.
It's like a hammer. You can use it to help you build a house. You can skip the hammer and use screwdrivers and also get a good house. But you wouldn't want to build a house entirely out of hammers for multiple reasons. If AI doesn't prove to be a passing fad, market forces might start working against it. Think of how many people are fed up with disney and marvel's bland formulism that still has humans behind the wheel. If they add AI to rush things to the big screen at breakneck speed, people are prolly not gonna waste their time anymore. They're probably just gunna not give studios their money. AI is extremely controversal too. The fact that alotta people aren't just rolling over and taking it is a good thing. [The deal SAG AFTRA signed sucks I get it but its kinda easy for VA's to just... strike. They can deny the use of AIs trained on their voice. That's ... something.] (There's also the whole studios pushing for NFT thing and how that was a collosal failure. Its kinda an apples to pears comparison, but I'd thought it was still relavant.)
I know Ive been kinda hard about human nature too; but cmon. Most people are great once ya hear them out. I met my 2 best friends from all of us willing to listen & work through the others' problems. Even strangers can be great. I can randomly spark up small talk with people Ive never seen before at college, and it always comes out great. Most peeps aren't chronically online! they love talkin in person!
Humans have the power to work through a lotta stuff too. Hell, even the most frog-in-a-boiling-pot thing known as climate change is being worked on. Assuming no further reductions in emissions are made, we'll end up 3 degrees warming at the end of the century. That's ... dangerous, but it's an improvement from Around the 2010's when climate change WAS apocolyptic. We were on the 4 degrees timeline, and we will not go back there unless we ACTIVELY try to. Even in the worst case, humans and nature are very stubborn. Things absolutely have been worse in earth's history. Things just happening faster that's the problem.
Though if you do wanna make an impact, local politics and conservation are your best options. You may not be able to change stuff nationally or globally, but local stuff does make a difrerence. (Also the point above about local indie artists :P local really is the best huh?)
Starting local also has the advantage of being grassroots. People respond better to changes in their local community than those from the feds. It also affects how they vote, which in turn affects who leads nations and all.
Hence, my point about grassroots, huh. full circle.
You don't have to change the world as you don't owe it anything; but if you feel like it, go for it! Form a small group! Be a force for change!
I know its a bit contradictory to originally say stuff about posting doing nothing, and then for me to turn around and do all this; but I make my own meaning :P. (Ain't nihlism awesome.) I also just mostly needed to collect my thoughts to share with my friends.
I don't have anything else to say right now, so thank ya if you read this far. Means a lot you took the time to read all this.
yeah, have a wonderful day. :3
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I jjust thought I'd toss in my two cents on the entrapta thing
I'm not huge on Entrapta either, don't find her really relatable, but if other people do find her relatable? Y'know what, that's what matters ultimately, right? I mean, autism is a spectrum, it's not just one thing that everyone haas in the exact same way.
My autism is probably a lot different from yours and yours is a lot different from the next person & so on, it's a different case for everyone. That's why it's called a spectrum aint it? it's different for everyone. And if other ppl genuinely do find her to be good rep for them, and if her existing means it'll pave the way for more autism represenation in media, & it can help lead to people understanding autism more, then I think she's earned her place here. So I think her being nominated is well earned enough.
Thank you for putting it into words so well!!!! Entrapta is an autistic girlie, so she will be here
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I am not supporting or condoneing Neil Gaiman by saying this, I just think it's a lil bit fucked up to say that him writing an incredibly fucked-up and disgusting fictional short story thirty years ago is as or more severe than him both vocally and financially defending the rapist fascist-apologist leader of a corrupt non-profit.
if i am being at all honest, i think that him defending a sicko should be the main thing that is centre stage. not his entirely messed-up on purpose early peter jackson-esque proto-game of thrones fantasy short story told from the perspective of an evil queen being burnt to death. all of which is fictional.
now, i am not someone who says "fiction doesn't impact reality" because it obviously does. going all the way back to the foundations of hollywood with birth of a nation crafting a new era of racial hatred and the reformation of the kkk, leading to the many deaths of innocent black men. fiction does impact reality. if it didn't, it wouldn't be used for propaganda.
but i do have an issue with the mentallity of "fiction = reality" where many people believe that fictional representations of horrific acts in anyform is the same as committing those horrific acts in real life.
another anon mentioned that disgusting yet fictional content gives rapists and pedophiles ideas. which i don't deny, but so can anything. the bible can give sickos ideas. psa films warning children of predators can give sickos ideas. any news covergae of horrific crimes or deaths or any represenation of any fowl act within fiction, tame or not, can give sickos ideas. a sicko will sicko no matter if they are inspired by something extreme or not.
if a fucked in the head psychopath is watching fictional content that displays horrific acts and plans to repeat them, those horrific acts were most likely normallised to them even before they got their hands on boku no pico or whatever the fuck. that is why most convicted pedophiles have a background of being a victim of pedophiles themselves. that is why most serial killers or psychopathic killers have a history of being a victim to horrific abuse. not to mention how rapist ideology (when girls say no they really mean yes, if he's mean to you it must mean he likes you) is fed to men and boys from birth. these disgusting traits are already normallised in people willing to ennact on them. all it does is give them inspiration for their horrific deads, not inspire the deads all within itself.
to ban and censor media on the basis that it might inspire some vile individual to commit horrific acts is incredibly near-sighted and is based upon nothing but someone's own personal disgust.
when the haye's code was introduced, it didn't stop murder or rapes or drugs or sex or nudity. when the british government banned video nasties, it didn't stop sexual assaults or graphic murders or crime or cannibalism or any of that.
simply banning art that goes against one's personal comforts won't prevent or stop any heinous crime.
i am not shitting on you or anybody else for feeling disgusted by vile content, i am too. i wouldn't expect anybody to watch braindead with me once they find out about the climax of the film. i am just saying, fighting for the censorship of media that fictionally depicts acts of depravity will not stop actual acts of depravity taking place. it is a useless effort that will only divert attention away from actual sickos to some dumbass 14 year old proshipper.
i am more concerned about people actually hurting others than people who think about and write down hurting others with no intention to do so and i don't think they should be seen as equal threats. somebody writing about a ballistic missle hitting an orphanage vs someone in real life using a ballistic missile to hit an orphanage are two different things. now, if the writer's intention was to get someone to go and fire a ballistic missile at an orphanage then there is a solid argument that they are pro-hitting orphanages with ballistic missiles. but if someone writes it without the intention of getting someone to hit an orphanage with a ballistic missile and someone hasn't done that, i think it's weird to say that they are just the same as someone who hits an orphanage with a ballistic missile.
anyways, my brain feels like its glooping out of my ear. i need to sleep. bye.
Dude I legitimately only mentioned the short story at all because he paid to have it redone as a comic in 2019 and wrote it as a love letter to the “comic book legal defense fund” and used profits from it as part of what he bailed the pedophile out with. Legitimately why did you write me an entire essay over this what in the world that post was just listing bad things he has done not saying they carry the same weight drink some water or something jesus.
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celiaamara · 1 year
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What is Godspousal? Is it real? My journey so far!
Hi everyone! My name is Celia. And I will be a soon to be godspouse to Aphrodite. What is that?
Godspousing is where you basically marry your diety. It's a very rare form of devotion. People who connect with a God in this way are represenative of this God and are meant to be not just spouses but placeholders of the God's themselves. They are not a God nor a messenger of the God, that would be hubrism, but think of them as teachers of others. Godspousing cannot, CANNOT happen with all gods. Certain God's are devoted to their already wife or husband, like Hades, or are virgin goddesses, like Athena, Hestia, or Artemis.
Not all people who claim to be godspouses are Godspouses to God's or Goddesses, what are the signs of this?
One : people who godspouse early into their relationship. It's okay to know if they want a relationship with you if you have history with them in the past or if you have worked with them for a while. For example, I used to worship aphrodite for years before I converted to other religions. I eventually found her again after a long journey and she told me that we are to get married some time in the future if at all. She wants me to work on myself beforehand. Become more stable, etc etc. You have to earn your marriage. Just like with any relationship. You aren't supposed to be one day into being pagan and getting married already. That is indeed a huge red flag, and why it's number one on my list.
Two : if they say they're marriage is perfect, they are either lying about being a godspousal or lying about the very nature of their relationship. I am 24, been living a lot of years, though I'm not that old, one thing I've learned over my near decade of dating (yes I've been dating since fourteen and haven't been single until very recently) is nothing is perfect. You're a liar if you say they are or in denial of the nature of your relationship. As I mentioned above. No matter how happy you look outside, inside cannot be perfect. It can be joyful, peaceful, and full of love while still not being perfect. People aren't what we call "perfectly compatible", and gods and goddesses are no less. Gods and goddesses may know more than humans, may be more evolved than humans, but can be prone to jealously and anger just like any other person. And the same is of course applicable to you. But as a couple, you work through all the fighting, you work through all the negativity, and most of all you and them love each other through it all. It's a huge red flag to see someone say, "We never fight," or "He or she is so perfect." No, with any relationship you should be like, "You're amazing but I am my own person with flaws. Sometimes that causes issues, but at the end of the day, we love each other. And are committed to living this life together as a team."
Three : if they are with a God or Goddess who is a virgin goddess or with someone like Hades who is loyal only to his wife. Self explanatory really.
At the end of the day, I won't judge who think you're with. There's rules to this but hey, if you married Artemis, good on you! We all have different experiences from one another and I will respect how you feel. I won't cast you out or anything like that. All are welcome! All godspouses are. Just keep in mind that this is how I view godspousing.
Now my story:
I knew I loved her as soon as I saw her. I knew she loved me since childhood.
Aphrodite and I have had a complicated history. When I was younger, in high school, around age 15, I worshipped aphrodite after I was drawn to her. I never saw her, so I stopped worshipping her my third year of college. I was Jewish for a bit, then Muslim, then an atheist.
Recently, I had a vision of her that was so beautiful and vulnerable of her it felt amazing. I started worshipping her again learning more about my practice. I soon learned about godspousing and didn't think much of it at first. But then it was mentioned again and I meditated on it.
Aphrodite said to me that we would be godspouses one day in the future, but I need to become more stable and mature for that to happen. So, for now we're not an item. But we both want it so bad. I'm anxious to be with her. It feels like a genuine connection. ✨️
Yeah, that's our love story. For now, she's teaching me to love myself and be more joyful. How to handle intense and complicated emotions. It's beautiful cause we're growing together like a couple would already. It's weird people don't believe you can marry or be together with a God when literally they come down and be with humans all the time. It's just strange.
That concludes my rant, godspousing is a real thing and it's beautiful. Do your research before committing. And understand marriage is a hard thing to go through especially as figure out how your relationship will look once your marriage begins. Married life isn't a joke haha 😆 anyway. Love you guys. From Aphrodite and I, see ya later!
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lydiablackblade · 5 months
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I'm getting up from the chair and taking a deep breath. I'm fixing my eyes on the old, faded posters on the wall in front of me.
Hello, I'm Lydia and I'm crowleysexual
My gaze is swapping through the empty room, through the empty chairs which are formulating a small circle. But no, no miracle has happened in the last five seconds. No one's answering back a "Hello Lydia". This is still a one-person support group. This one person is me.
I'm taking another deep breath then making a chuckle. Why am I so nervous? No one is here. I'm finally blurting it out.
Okay, look. I know this is stupid. I really do know. I just don't... Ehh. I know, when it comes to physical aspects, it's all David, okay? Those are David's legs, those are David's hips, hands, chest and neck, David's jaws and nose and hair. Just... just... when they belong to David, these are all just simply okay. Don't get me wrong, I do adore David in general. He's a handsome, kind, funny and sexy man, I would be fool to deny. I like him very much. He's my generation's Doctor. I liked him in Broadchurch and I liked him as Kilgrave, however it's creepy to say that, I admit. But he's not doing things to me.
I'm stopped for a moment. I'm looking down to my interlaced fingers in my lap. I'm starting fidgeting with my thumbs then I'm going on.
Whereas when those legs and hips and hands and chest and deliciously long, bitable neck, and kissable jawline and nose and those gorgeous eyes and (preferably long) ginger hair belong to Crowley, well... I feel myself like a horny teenager. Like I haven't felt for a long time now. It makes me feel like I have never felt this thing to anyone before. It doesn't even matter if the represenation is femme or male. All I need to know that's Crowley and I'm in. Really don't know how David did it, made this character so irresistable. I'm falling for Crowley's gloomy mood and smirks and his rare laughters. For his cynicism and kind heart. He's such a dork, such a silly, goofy, cartoon-character entity and in the same time has this sex-on-long-legs, ginger-goth-mistery-man attitude. And that works. How how much it works on me! I could watch just how he walks for hours.I could do so many other things...
Suddenly I'm stopping to speak. I'm panting and blushed. I'm clearing my throath. That is enough for today. It was overwhelming to say all these things aloud. No need to rush.
Thank you everyone attending to the first meeting of Crowleysexuals Anon Support Group. See you here next week at the same time.
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Pioneering the Future with Digital XR Services
In the ever-evolving landscape of technology, staying ahead of the curve is the key to success. Sify Technologies, a global IT services and solutions provider, is at the forefront of this dynamic industry, reshaping the digital landscape with their cutting-edge Digital XR (Extended Reality) Services. These innovative solutions are not just about enhancing user experiences; they’re about transforming industries and redefining how we interact with the digital world.
The Digital Transformation Era
The digital transformation wave has revolutionized industries across the board. Businesses today have a powerful arsenal of technologies at their disposal, from augmented reality (AR) and virtual reality (VR) to mixed reality (MR) and other extended reality (XR) solutions. These immersive technologies have the potential to reshape how we learn, work, play, and connect.
Sify’s Digital XR Services
Sify Technologies recognizes the immense potential of Digital XR and is leading the charge in delivering these services to businesses globally. Here’s how Sify’s Digital XR Services are impacting and innovating various sectors:
1. Immersive Learning and Training: In the realm of education and corporate training, XR technologies are game-changers. Sify’s solutions enable immersive learning experiences, making education more engaging and training more effective. From medical students practicing surgeries in a virtual operating room to employees undergoing realistic safety training, XR is revolutionizing how we learn.
2. Enhanced Product Visualization: In the retail and manufacturing sectors, XR helps businesses showcase products and designs like never before. Customers can virtually try on clothes, visualize furniture in their homes, or examine complex engineering models in 3D. These applications drive engagement, boost sales, and reduce product return rates.
3. Remote Collaboration: The way we work is changing, with remote and distributed teams becoming the norm. XR solutions by Sify offer immersive remote collaboration environments, making it feel like you’re in the same room with your colleagues, no matter where they are in the world.
4. Real Estate and Architecture: When it comes to real estate, architecture, and urban planning, XR is transforming the way properties are showcased and projects are designed. Prospective buyers can take virtual tours of properties, and architects can immerse themselves in virtual building designs.
5. Healthcare Revolution: XR is impacting the healthcare sector profoundly, from advanced medical simulations for training to telemedicine and patient education. It allows doctors to “step inside” medical scans and offers patients interactive visualizations of their health.
6. Entertainment and Gaming: The entertainment industry has long been a pioneer in XR. Sify’s XR services provide gamers and entertainment enthusiasts with experiences that blur the lines between the real and the virtual, creating entirely new worlds to explore.
7. Tourism and Exploration: XR services can transport people to far-off places, historical events, and even different planets. This technology has opened up new frontiers for tourism, exploration, and historical preservation.
8. Engineering and Design: Engineers and designers use XR to visualize complex projects, collaborate with colleagues, and troubleshoot designs. This leads to faster innovation and more efficient problem-solving.
Driving the Digital Revolution
Sify Technologies is not just offering XR services; they’re driving the digital revolution by making immersive experiences accessible and impactful. These solutions are helping businesses across sectors achieve higher engagement, better training outcomes, improved collaboration, and enhanced user experiences.
In a world where the digital realm is becoming increasingly intertwined with our daily lives, Sify Technologies’ Digital XR Services are shaping the future. These services represent more than a technological leap; they’re a step into a new era of interaction, where the lines between the physical and digital worlds blur, and the possibilities are limited only by our imagination.
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