*atone

ISRAEL DID NOT EXIST DURING THE HOLOCAUST OR THE 1,950+ YEARS OF VIOLENT ANTISEMITISM LEADING UP TO IT 

YOU MURDERED OUR ANCESTORS AND EXPELLED US FROM EVERY CORNER OF THE GLOBE, BUT WHENEVER WE BRING UP ANTISEMITISM, EVEN IN CONTEXTS COMPLETELY DIVORCED FROM ISRAEL, YOU CAN’T RESIST DERAILING THE CONVERSATION BECAUSE DEEP DOWN YOU BELIEVE IF JEWS ARE BAD GUYS NOW THEN YOU DON’T HAVE TO FEEL GUILTY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO US OR ATONE IN ANY WAY. WELL GUESS WHAT, YOU FUCKING DO. 

STOP BLAMING DEAD JEWS THROUGHOUT THE COURSE OF HISTORY FOR THE ISRAELI-PALESTINIAN CONFLICT AND LET US FUCKING MOURN OUR DEAD IN PEACE

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Favourite Female Character (11/25) Anne Boleyn 

“Good Christian people, I have come here to die according to the law and thus yield myself to the will of the King, my Lord. And if ever in my life I did offend the King’s grace, then surely with my death, I do now atone. I pray and beseech you all to pray for the life of the King, my sovereign Lord and yours who is one of the best princes of the Earth, who has always treated me so well. Where for I submit to death a good will, humbly asking for pardon from all the world. If anyone should take up my case, I ask them only to judge it kindly. Thus I take my leave of the world and of you, I heartily desire all of you to pray for me.”

Do you ever just find your own presence overbearing and annoying? Like watching your name appear multiple times in a chat or messaging someone constantly and just seeing your name there multiple times just annoys you? Like you come across as needy and clingy and just overall bore- nobody is saying this to you but you feel it anyway???

Release: PlayPlay Vol. 0 2001 February (PCPX-96606)

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It’s been a little while since I’ve uploaded one of these PS2 PlayPlay discs, which have something of an interesting history you can read about in my upload for Volume 3 here. As the inaugural entry in the series for the console, this first one is somewhat anticlimactic, especially in comparison to Volume 3, in that there’s not really a whole lot of playable content; essentially you’ll just find a tech demo for Gran Turismo 3 and a whole bunch of trailers and ads, although some of them are admittedly delightfully surreal, especially the Crash Bash ones. Anyway, catch a full listing of the contents below:

PlayPlay 2 Volume 0
Publication Date: February 2001

Tech Demo:
-Gran Turismo 3: A-Spec

Movies:
-Space Venus Starring Morning Musume
-Kessen II
-Zone of the Enders
-Pro Evolution Soccer 5
-Klonoa 2: Lunatea’s Veil
-Tsugunai: Atonement
-Poinie’s Poin
-Popolocrois Monogatari 3: Hajimari no Bouken
-Onimusha
-Tokyo Xtreme Racer: Zero
-Shadow of Destiny
-Densha de Go 3: Tsuukin-hen
-Skygunner
-Phase Paradox
-Okage: Shadow King

CM Collection:
-PS one: Watashi no Wanchan-hen
-Shachou Eiyuuden: Sangokushi Pinchi-hen
-Crash Bash: Homestay-hen
-Dark Cloud: Ushinatta Kokyou-hen
-Geki Kuukan Pro Yakyuu: Geki Kuukan Kokkai Hamatta Hito-hen
-Gran Turismo 3: A-Spec: Tobidasu Tire-hen
-Crash Bash: Merry Christmas-hen
-PlayStation 2: DVD Remote Controller-hen
-PlayStation: Tsuyoshi-ken Asoboo-hen
-Geki Kuukan Pro Yakyuu: Machi-hen
-Gran Turismo 3: A-Spec: GT Genshou-hen
-Crash Bash: Kaninabe-hen

Expect more of these in both the near and far(ther) future as I work on both uploading the remainder that I currently have in this series and acquiring the rest.

Until next demo,

-Pepsi

Grad School - Year 1

Fall Semester Short Stories:

  • Songbird (Non-Traditional Western): A woman accused of murdering a child is broken out of jail by a homicidal maniac. But is the Songbird truly as innocent as she seems? (Rated T for old-timey violence and language.)
  • Playing at Normal (Contemporary Romance): Life is going well for Victoria Hale. She has a master’s degree from Julliard, a job, an apartment in New York City, and a boyfriend. Then her ex decides to visit. (Rated M for language and sex.)
  • Atonement (Mystery): Eighteen year old Jennifer Campbell is in a race against the clock to find her boyfriend’s murderer before the police do. Little does she know just how close she and the murderer really are. (Rated T for language and death)

Spring Semester Short Stories:

  • Best Served Cold (Non-Traditional Western): Somehow, a private train car full of beautiful women was the last place Mr. Theodore Williamson expected to run into notorious outlaw Pretty Boy Lu. (Rated T for suggestive themes)
  • OKC (Post-Apocalyptic Science Fiction): Dante and Jenna, two survivors of the plague that decimated mankind, must escape Oklahoma City if they’ll ever reach the rumored paradise of Seattle. (Rated T for sex and violence)
  • Less Than Three (Young Adult Romance, Novella): Christian Horne, a hapless nerd, finds himself caught between his school’s totally sweet, overachieving head cheerleader and the morally ambiguous, player-killing elf girl he quests online with. (Rated T for teenagers)

Thesis Novel:

  • My Soul to Keep (YA Historical Fantasy): In a Victorian England plagued by soul-eating monsters, sixteen year old Kate Daniels must protect her pure soul from a faceless enemy. With the help of her hired bodyguard Caio Morgan, she sets out on a journey to save not only herself, but the entire world. (Rated T for violence.)

Something I just really appreciate about pop-culture/internet vernacular is when I get to dig into big concepts using silly terms, and dig into silly concepts with big terms.

For example, discussion of why a particular shitpost reminded me of @alexprobablysm by saying “how similar its dadaist sentence structure is to ‘naughty children are put in the pear wiggler to atone for their crimes” and then later when discussing Hamlet, Alex suggested something that after thinking longer about it, I said “ur doin me a real big think” and referred to rustled jimmies in Claudius’ court.

tl;dr, language is fun to play with, take nothing seriously ever.

anonymous asked:

angst isn't really up my alley, buuut you gotta take advantage of an open ask box lol yukimura's s/o visiting him in the hospital when he's at his worst and staying by his side although he tells them to leave already; thank you!

Yukimura’s day had not been going well. He could hear the doctor and nurse’s sympathetic, pitying whispers behind his closed door. He could see them exchange worried glances when they thought he wasn’t paying attention. He was sick of being treated like a child, sick of being sick. He just wanted to play tennis, he only ever wanted to play tennis, to bring his team to the nationals. He didn’t ask to be sick, didn’t ask to be burdened. 

“Yukimura-kun,” he wished everyone would leave him alone. He wanted the world to atone what it had done to him, and he prayed a collective prayer to every god he could think of, to please let him play tennis again. “Yukimura-kun, you have a guest.” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, and it certainly isn’t genuine. How can he be expected to smile like everyone expects him to? It’s hard enough as it is to put on a show for his fellow teammates. 

He can hear more whispering, and his fingers curl into the bedsheets. The door closes, and soft footsteps stop at his bed, where the faint scraping of a chair can be heard against the tiles. He twitches when a warm, gentle hand places itself over his clenched fist. When his strained gaze meets his s/o’s warm expression, he can feel himself relax a little. 

Only a little, though. 

His s/o doesn’t need to ask to understand his pain. But how can they understand, he realizes bitterly, when they’ve never had to go through something so painful and core-shaking. Still, he bites down this uneasiness and watches their thumb gently stroke his hand. 

“Someone is taking care of the school’s rooftop garden.” His s/o says softly. “The flowers look beautiful, it won’t be long before you’ll see them for yourself.” Their words are meant to be comforting, but Yukimura’s gut twists. “Sanada-kun is as strict as ever, but only Kirihara-kun seems to be having trouble,” they chuckle slightly. Yukimura’s mouth twitches in a smile, but it’s more of a weak grimace. “Today in homeroom, Sensei almost threw chalk at one of our classmates. It was amusing to watch unfold.” 

Yukimura tries to clear his mind, tries to focus on what his s/o is saying, but at the moment, all he can feel is his gut clenching and twisting as if he’d eaten something gone bad. He slips his hand from his s/o’s grasp. “….How can you go on talking like nothing’s wrong?” He asks quietly. His s/o ceases talking. “It must be nice, not having to worry about your body’s condition.” His smile is twisted, and his fingers dig into the sheets once more. 

“…Seiichi-kun?” He hears his s/o’s tentative voice. He turns to face them slowly. 

“What? Are you going to keep talking about trivial things? How can I care about such things when–” His throat closes up. “–When I don’t know if I’ll make it out of this.” His s/o looks horrified. 

“Seiichi-kun, don’t say that! You will get through this, I know it–”

“You don’t know anything!” He suddenly cuts them off, voice raised. “You can’t be sure of anything! I’m not sure of anything! If I’ll be able to overcome this, if I can play tennis again, I don’t know anymore!” His s/o grabs his arm, and all he wants to do is shake them off, to see their faces twisted with pain.

“Seiichi-kun, you will definitely push through this! I know it seems hopeless, but–” He laughs, a hollow, hysterical laugh, and shrugs his s/o’s hand off. 

“’Push through this’? ‘Hopeless’?? It’s been looking hopeless since they put me in this damn hospital!” His tone is biting. “I can’t stand being here, I just want out, I want to leave this wretched place.” His breathing is irregular, and he was sure if he had a heart monitor in his room, it would be going off the charts. 

“Seiichi-kun, I–”

“I don’t care!” He shouts, “I don’t care what you say unless you can guarentee I can play tennis again! I just don’t care!” 

He doesn’t know when his s/o started crying, but their shoulders are shaking and he knows he should feel bad, but he doesn’t feel anything. He’s numb. “Enough… just leave…”

“Seiichi-kun…”

“Just leave! Leave!” He yells, fingers aching to grab something and throw it against the wall. He slammed his fists on the bed as he shouted, hunched over. “Get out!” Yukimura could only imagine what he must look like, curled up in a humiliatingly weak position. He could barely hear the soft gasps as his s/o cried, but the sound of the chair legs scraping against the floor and the door closing pierced his ears unlike anything he’d heard before. 

anonymous asked:

Actually, a thought I had; if Enoshima used Mitarai's anime brainwashing techniques to help drive Class 77-B to despair, that could explain how Mitarai could be rehabilitated easier than the others. Since he created the technique, presumably he'd be less effected.

Hm, true. Since he created the anime he might not be affected the same way others are. When he shows Junko, and then Mikan, he doesn’t have the reactions they have. Mukuro cries both times, Junko cries and so does Mikan. I honestly think Ryota isn’t going to fall to despair, but feel tremendous amounts of guilt for what his anime caused, and try to atone for his “sins” which is still happening in the present future arc. He hasn’t atoned yet, and still has secrets he refuses to tell anyone. 

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“Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.”

Atonement (2007) dir. Joe Wright