crying for the march of humanity

Newcomers Pt6

“EAT IT!!!”

“NO”

“I SAID EAT IT!”

“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts throwing Karen off him and running out the door.

“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made chocolates above her head.


The two Humans screaming and running past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company. That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.

“What happened to you?” Dr Loop asks.

“Sergeant Stabby got me” he replies.

“Why do you keep it around and why the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”

“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby, he is war hero you know”

“IT is a cleaning machine”

“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves our respect”

“But-”

“SHHHHHH here he comes”

Sergeant Stabby made his way into the Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.

“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop said

“Cho”

“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the norm for you race to be so….nuts?”

Cho smiled “You’ve never been to Terra have you?”

“No”

“Shame, because if you think we are crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”

Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”

“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”

“But still  for wound like this to stop bleeding so soon”

“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you worked on Humans before”

“I have studied Human anatomy yes”

“But actually worked with one? In person before we got here?”

Dr Loop did not like his skills being questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of their skills.

“It matters not, I know all the ins and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest of your backwards and primitive kind”

Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm for a sec” he asked.

“Why?”

“Just trust me”

Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.

Cho licked his arm and a split second later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.

Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on his feet.

“Guess you forgot our saliva is like acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.



The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.

“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.

“You are a coward and weak, you let the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”

Chief Goolack stood up straight, the chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show his disgrace.

“I am a Benemar and I fought for our people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule. Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies. They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge me as a coward for respecting strength?”

“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too much power, power they are taking from us”

The court cheered and banged their weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles against their armour.

“Let this cry go out across to the star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”


The Benemar all over the Alliance suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High Chief has risen the banner”

Many thought this was the Benemar about to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.


Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing but the Humans obliged.

The fun did not stop there.

Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge, maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.

She smiled at him and gave a nervous smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator suddenly and harshly stopped.

“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the sudden change of momentum.

“Are you okay?” he asked and she nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but go response, there was no power to the that call button either. Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.

“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.

“The baby is coming” she panted.

“Baby? What baby?”

“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!! she screamed and he jumped.

“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”

Cathy sat down as her water broke and leaned back.

“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.

“What…what is your name?” she asked.

“Depit”

“Depit, come here I need you to help me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she grabbed it.

“I don’t know what to do” Depit said.

“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I squeeze!”

“What?”

“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.

“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted at him.

“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze it”

It then dawn on her that Humans were far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.

“Why are you screaming what’s happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.

“IM HAVING CONTRACTIONS YOU FUCKING IMBECILE!”

“WHAT ARE THOSE!!!!”

“MY BODY IS GETTING READY TO PUSH THE BABY OUT!”

“OF WHERE!!”

“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!!!”

Another contraction came and she screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.

This went on for over and hour till finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.

“Okay…okay” she said to herself with Depit fanning her with his wings.

“How long does this usually go on for?” he asked.

“My mother was in labour for 32 hours with me”

“32 HOURS!”

“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the contractions have stopped”

“What happens next?”

Cathy looked at him “Next comes the pushing”

“Elong births are lot…faster than this”

“You’re a bird race, you have it easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get between my legs!!”

Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself and Depit froze.

“What do I do?”

“Catch!”

“Catch?”

Cathy burst into laughter “I’m kidding, just guide it out”

Depit got ready and Cathy screamed again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were shaking.

“I can see the egg”

“IT’S NOT AN EGG IT’S A FUCKING HEAD!! WE DON’T LAY FUCKING EGGS!!!”

“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.

Cathy started breathing again and moved her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell into Depits arms.

After the baby began crying he handed it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.

“It’s a boy” she said.

“No wonder your race is so tough, you endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through it to bring one of your own into the world”

“And we do it over and over again, I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What did you say your name was again?”

“Depit, my name is Depit”

Cathy smiled and looked down at her son “Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”

Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his people. “You would do me that honour?”

“Of course, you brought him into the world, well I did most of the work but still”

“Thankyou” he said smiling.

“Oh beware of the after birth”

“The what?” Depit said looking down just as it slumped down in front of him.


In the higher levels and completely unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell by their Captains face that something had happened.

“Men and woman of the 8th Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar launched a full scale assault on Terra”

The air became heavy as if every Human and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.

“The battle is still going on and all Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready to go yesterday!!”

The Humans didn’t say anything and as a single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them. The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10 minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.

Within 2 hours the Humans were all loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their Alien friends and set off for Terra.

The Benemar continued their assault, unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware of the armada coming for them.

Listen, it’s been 8 fucking years since we’ve had definitive proof of Gabriel being around. I’ve stopped counting season 9 because all it did was give me false hope and piss me off worse. it’S BEEN 8 FUCKING YEARS. IF I DON’T GET ANYTHING SOON, I’M GONNA GO DOWN INTO THE EMPTY MY OWN FUCKING SELF AND ANNOY THE FUCK OUT OF THAT SUAVE ASS MOTHERFUCKING MONSTER, PULL GABRIEL UP BY HIS EAR, MARCH HIM OUT OF THERE, AND DROP HIM INTO SAM’S LAP PERSONALLY, JUST SO I CAN GET SOME FUCKING SLEEP AT NIGHT. 

Comfort

Xayah wanted to stay on foot, to keep going all across the world until somehow she managed to fall off the side of Runeterra and disappear. 

She hated them. Those filthy, evil, vile little humans and those blind, ignorant Vastayan’s too! They were worse in a way, closing their eyes to the truths that surrounded them. 

Sometimes, she wanted to kill them too. Wanted to watch their blood soak through her feather daggers, watch their faces drain of life and become as empty as their damn skulls. Xayah angrily dug her teeth into her bottom lip as she kept moving, swiftly stepping around the skeletal body of a dying tree.

This forest, like so many others…was dying. Vivid evidence of the truths Xayah wanted to spread. Yet they didn’t see it. Couldn’t see it. Her amber eyes swept around her, taking in every dying tree, every fading spark of magic. The dark canopy of the trees overhead cast the woods in almost complete darkness, but Xayah walked without hesitance. 

After all, the farther she walked, the more distant the Mirai became. Doubts clouded her head, as dark as the forest around her. Doubts she carried with her at every moment, doubts she buried deep inside herself. Questions.

What was the point in trying to free the Vastayan’s? What was the point in trying to educate them and to give them the power to destroy their oppressors? They didn’t see the humans in that light. Humans, those filthy monstrous creatures, had taken everything from them and yet her fellow Vastayan’s were their “friends”? It was one thing if they were too scared to stand up for themselves, that was understandable, but to willingly let the humans have reign over this world? How could they live like that? How could they continue to wake up, day after day, knowing their magic was being stolen from them? How could they raise their children in a world where the humans were slowly but steadily destroying them?!

Without Wild magic the Vastayan’s could no longer live.

They had to know that. Yet they wouldn’t take up a weapon, wouldn’t journey with her. 

It didn’t make sense.

She wanted to give up. Wanted to end this pointless dream that seemed as if it would never bloom to fruition. Angrily, she summoned a feather dagger, running her thumb on the sharp edge and finding a familiar, old comfort in the pain that shot through her.

“Please stop that, babe. You know I don’t like it when you do that to yourself,” A soft voice called from behind her.

Somehow, she had thought she was alone. The voice shocked her and she gasped, like a child waking from a nightmare

Rakan was using that gentle, pleading voice. That voice she could never ignore and had never been able to. Xayah stilled her angry steps, stiffening. She turned on her heels, eyes livid with rage, and his gaze found hers. He flinched when he saw the anger etched across her face and her heart wrenched even as she opened her mouth.

“I don’t give a shit what you like.You don’t get to tell me what to do? If you don’t like it then leave, Rakan.” Her words were callous, and he was visibly bothered by them. His handsome features became drawn and sad and her heart shattered.  

There was a swollen, sickly moment as Xayah waited for his reaction. She wondered if Rakan would turn his back and leave her. She knew he was only in this for her, but what was so great about her? He could have anyone. She had seen him charm other women with a wink alone. He could have any woman in the world. It wouldn’t be shocking if he gave up this life of hardship for the comforts he once had as a travelling dancer.

Her amber eyes burrowed into his blue, burning and cruel and cold at the same time. Daring him to leave, begging him to so she could be alone in her misery. Her body visibly trembled, and she pushed her thumb into the dagger until blood dripped down her hand. But it wasn’t comforting pain anymore, it was just pain.

She turned to walk away again, tearing up, but he swiftly swept towards her, gathering her in his arms. He was warm. So deliciously warm and she leaned against him, eyes burning with the threat of tears. The feather knife’s magic faded from existence as she pushed her face into his chest.

“You know I’ll never leave you, babe.” Rakan smiled, brushing his fingers across her cheek and lips, and she leaned into his touch. She ran her own fingers through his waves of white gold locks and enjoying the way he smiled despite her anger. Her heart pounded and she shivered again when he gently scattered kisses all over her face.

“Mwah, mwah,” He grinned, and then captured her chin in one long fingered hand. His jolly expression faded, becoming more serious, and he leaned down. She sighed with relief when he kissed her mouth, his lips hot and soft. Her anger seeped away as their mouths crushed together harder, and he groaned and squeezed her in his arms so tight she thought she would break. They stayed like that, her in his arms and their mouths melded together.

When he finally pulled away, the anger was gone. His warm, cerulean gaze brushed hers and she forced her own away. Guilt clenched her heart. She had hurt herself, had been so cruel to him. But she knew Rakan understood. He always did, always had. Always knew just what she needed. As if sensing her thoughts, he smiled knowingly.

“Why are you giving me that look,” she asked suspiciously, and he smiled wider.

“Let’s talk about it.”

“What,” she snapped, anger in her tone but not in her heart.

“Let’s rest a bit, we can talk about it.”

Xayah crossed her arms. “We don’t have time to waste. And we’ve already talked about it, I’m through with talking, I want actions not words.”

“Nah. It’s alright, okay? We’re fine.” He pushed her hood back, and ran his fingers through her hair. He kissed her again. His words, so soft and gentle, brushed against her and soothed her. Seeped into her, like sunshine, and somehow it was okay. She was fine. She bit her bottom lip as tears stung her eyes, and began to drip down her cheeks.

“We can talk about it. If you want,” he offered. Anger flared in his eyes when he noticed her tears and he snarled. “I’ll go back there and smack those fools myself,” he spun, cloak billowing, and marched away.

She laughed despite her tears, “Rakan!”

He turned back to her, his face devoid of humor.

“No one makes my baby cry. No evil human, no blind Vastayan, no one. Only I get to, you understand me?Her stomach was full of butterflies and knots and she laughed.

“Yes, I understand that.” She wiped the tears from her cheeks and smiled, tugging on his arm. ‘C’mon, help me set up for the night.”

He muttered to himself as he set his travelling pack down next to a tree, digging around in it. When he caught her staring he smiled a little. She gazed out into the forest. This alone was a sign of their superiority. If a human made camp in a dangerous forest like this, they would be eaten or killed by some creature within the hour. Yet animals recognize them as friends, they didn’t harm them. Xayah set her own pack down as he ranted and paced back and forth.

“Damn them! How come they don’t see, Xayah? How come they won’t join us?”

Xayah turned towards him, a smile on her lips. “Because we’re the only smart people in this whole damned world. Fuck it, Rakan, we don’t need them. They’d hold us back, anyways. Those fucking fish for brains.”

His face lit up, like the sun. “That’s right,” he parroted, “We don’t need those fools!”

She turned her gaze away again, and found it strange how just a few moments before she had been full of rage, had wanted him to leave her so she could be alone and miserable. Truthfully, Xayah couldn’t imagine her life without him. Not anymore. How many days would it have taken before she’d died from heartbreak alone?

She lowered her fingers to her still bleeding thumb, and sighed pleasantly as she closed the wound. An old habit. She had Rakan now. She didn’t need the pain. In fact, she didn’t need anyone or anything. “Rakan. We’ll kill anyone who stands in our way, including those braindead Vastayan’s.”

“Yep. You’ll kill everyone,” he agreed pleasantly, nodding his head and winking, “and I’ll watch. I love it when you let me watch.” His smile was infectious. She giggled, cheeks red as she grabbed the collar of his cloak and kissed him hard.

“So, do you wanna join me, or do you wanna watch,” she teased, placing his hands on her waist, swaying against him in the beginning of a dance. His eyes grew dark and he smiled and everything was perfect.

Rakan was right. 

They were fine. Everything was okay. As long as they were together, it would remain that way.

“May you be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you’re dead.“

Can we talk about this? Like? This is pure genius and I want it on my grave stone? The English team just wrote it in Ariel font. It isn’t fancy like a grave. It’s just…the most basic of all fonts. Not to mention no one knew what day it was exactly when he died. Just "March”. Im glad someone got the year though. Good going team.

Also, I don’t believe Sebastian’s last name was ever spoken in the anime. Did Ciel make one up on the spot just for this? He couldn’t make up a birthday too? Does anyone know Sebastian’s human age?

The ending of all the servants leaping on him at the end was pure gold. Book of Murder was hilarious, made me cry, and kept me guessing (sort of). 18/3 would recommend.

7

“What is worth living for?”
I think that life itself is worth living for. If you are not living the life that you want, you fight to achieve that life. “ — Jensen Ackles (JIBCon 2015) 

Happy 38th Birthday Jensen Ackles  ♥
March 1st 1978 

anonymous asked:

Could you do an imagine where everyone left and there's only the reader max and David left and then reader's parents arrive but then start to fight in front of everyone and the reader is just horrified and starts to cry? So david and max try to make her feel better? Sorry if this a bit too detailed!

No it’s perfectly fine love! I kinda veered off the original request a bit, but I still think you’ll enjoy it. It’s longer than most of my other ones, and I’m really proud. Hope you enjoy!- Rain

TW: Violence, abuse mention


It had been two hours.

           Two hours since the pickup time, one hour and ten minutes since the third to last camper had left. It had been thirty minutes since Gwen also had left. Yet-

Two campers still remained.

           David watch Max and Y/n leaning on a stump. No one was speaking, a heavy silence blanketing the camp. The man wondered about the kids, these kids he had grown to love so much. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe either one had good families. Neither one’s parents came on Parents Day, and David had begun to think that was a blessing.

           Y/n dipped their head onto Max’s shoulder, David noticing Max’s jump of surprise in the distance. But he didn’t stop them, settling back down and even leaning into them. David began forward, softly padding towards the children. As if in silent agreement, the kids shuffled out of the way and allowed him to sit in between them.

           He remembered back in the days where Max would yell and swear him out. How the boy would shove him and everyone away because he hated the world and thought the world hated him. David thought about Y/n, a softer cynic than Max, showing more sadness than anger. They had always been skittish and quiet. Over time the two kids had become closer to the counselors, beginning to trust them as the summer progressed.

           The hum of a vehicle broke the silence, a trashy red impala pulling into the drive. David felt, Y/n tense, and both him and Max looked at them. Their skin had gone pale, knuckles turning white. The car doors whooshed open, and two people strode out.

           “Hello, we’re here to pick up Y/n?” The mother addressed, giving David a once over. His nose wrinkled, smelling the cigarettes. He collected himself, attempting at giving the two a smile. “Hello, you must be Y/n’s parents! You must be wondering how they’ve been all-

“Why are they with that scrawny boy over there? And why is he glaring at me?”

           David turned to look back at the kids. Max was staring daggers into the couple, his arm slung over Y/n’s shoulders as if to be a barrier. Y/n was staring at the ground, fist clenching the grass beneath them. “That’s their friend, Max. The two have become clo-

           “Y/n, get yourself over here. Right now!” Their father snapped, glaring at the two kids. Max flinched at the tone, giving Y/n the chance to stand up and grab their suitcase. David could see their whole body was shaking as they walked towards him and the parents.

           “You know, it’s kind of rude for you to yell like that. Max isn’t even your child-

Crack!

“DON’T LECTURE ME ABOUT HOW I TALK TO CHILDREN!”

           Y/n jumped, staring at David in horror as he clutched his nose. He peered at them through his fingers, trying their best to give them a reassuring smile. They didn’t seem to notice, instead sinking to the ground, repeating “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Tears streamed down their face, so focused in their own world that they didn’t notice Max stomping past them and beginning to scream.

           “HOW F***ING DARE YOU!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW TO TREAT CHILDREN??? G*******T PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE THE REASON US KIDS ARE SO F***ED UP!!! YOU CAN’T JUST YELL AT PEOPLE WHENEVER YOU’RE ANGRY. DO YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT Y/N AS HUMAN YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!!? THEY TOLD ME WHAT YOU DO TO THEM, ALL THE OLD SCARS AND BRUISES. THEY DON’T- I DON’T- NO ONE DESERVES ANY OF THIS BULLSHIT.

           Max was crying now, hot angry tears rushing down his cheeks. David watched, completely awed and horrified by the situation. The father, now pissed to high heaven, screamed right back into Max’s face.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME YOU LITTLE BASTARD?”

“DAMN STRAIGHT I CAN.”

David had had enough of this.

           He marched in between the two, grasping the man’s arm tightly in his fist just before it reached Max. The boy cringed backwards, scrambling to sit with Y/n who could merely watch in awe of their counselor. David stared down the man, no warmth in his face or eyes. “Sir, I have been with these two campers since the beginning of the summer. Both Y/n and Max have made me aware that they have been suffering abuse and neglect at home. You’re actions here have only confirm what I’ve been told.

           You and your wife, by conduct of the rules of the state and this county, are no longer allowed on the premises until things have been taken to court. You are to leave immediately, and I will won’t even hesitate to notify the police.”

           Y/n’s parents looked at eachother, the mother now no longer glaring into the eyes of her child. A silent conversation took place between them, and finally the father whipped his head towards David. “Fine, we’ll leave. They’re too much of a hassle anyway, the damn brat. Soon enough you’ll want to get rid of them, and then they’ll just be shoved in with us.”

“Don’t bet on it, you bastard.”

           The couple huffed, spinning on their heels and marching towards their car. The engine started with a roar, and soon it was fully out of sight of the camp.

           David breathed a sigh of relief. It’s over now. I can help the kids out now. He looked at the two, who were staring at him in disbelief. The man crouched to their level, eyes focusing on y/n. “Are you alright, y/n? You aren’t hurt all are you?” The child shook their head, trying to wipe away the tears that were beginning to spill over. “I-I’m sorry about-

           “Shhhh,” David hushed, wrapping an arm around them. “You have nothing to do with it, alright. This isn’t your doing, it’s not your fault.”

           Y/n began to sob, heartbreaking cries pouring out from them. David let them cry, stroking their head. He looked at Max, who was looking at the two carefully, an arm on Y/n’s back. He seemed to be choking back his own tears, David saw his arms shaking. Their eyes met, and David pulled the boy into his chest next to Y/n. “It’s okay to cry, Max. It’s always okay to cry.”

Another chorus of sobs.

           David lifted the two in arms as he stood, they clutched onto him, no longer holding anything back. He walked into the counselor’s cabin, both children clutching onto him for dear life. They plopped onto his bed, adjusting positions so they could both cuddle the man. The man that had shown them love, the man who cared-

The man who saved them.

           He looked down at the two, a sad smile washing over his face. “Everything will be okay, I promise.” David felt the two nods, and they stayed like that for a while. The children holding onto him like he was their last hope.

After some time, David brought both of their stuff inside and everyone changed into more comfortable pajamas. He carried Max and Y/n to the bed with him, and plopped them down onto the mattress. Despite the events of the day, David was feeling the happiest he had while at camp. In his heart, he had decided. These were his kids now. And no one would break his family apart.

He glanced at the kids, his kids, and kissed both of their foreheads. Closing his eyes, he slowly drifted off to sleep, only barely managing to catch Y/n’s soft whisper.

David?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, I love both of you very much.”

“Damn straight you do.”

Quiet giggles.

           David hushed Y/n, smiling down at them.

Good night kids.”

Grover is political and I will fight you about this

Grover was at the March for Science
Grover trading his regular hat for a pink pussy hat
Grover crying the night of the election
Grover angrily explaining that if nothing changes Percy’s going to be the only one who can stay at CHB, because it’s COMPLETELY UNDERWATER BECAUSE HUMANS CAN’T CONTROL THEMSELVES
Grover getting papers forged and nervously registering to vote, and it’s supposed to be a secret but he accidentally tells to many people, and like just imagine random campers coming up and clapping him on the back and congratulating him

“Newroz in Cizre, (Northern Kurdistan) 1992”


Every year on March 21st, the Kurdish people celebrate Newroz. In the Kurdish language, Newroz means “New Day”, by which Kurds mean the first day of spring. The Kurdish calendar begins on this day. Newroz, therefore, is the new day, the first day of the New Year. The Kurdish nation has been celebrating Newroz since the time of ancient history.

It is claimed that this tradition dates back to the myth of Kawa the Blacksmith. On March 21st in the year 612 B.C., Kawa killed the Assyrian tyrant Dehak and liberated the Kurds and many other peoples in the Middle East. Dehak was an evil king who represented cruelty, abuse, and enslavement of peoples. People used to pray every day for God to help them to get rid of Dehak.


On Newroz day, Kawa led a popular uprising and surrounded Dehak’s palace. Kawa then rushed passed the king’s guards and grabbed Dehak by the neck. Kawa then struck the evil tyrant on the head with a hammer and dragged him off his throne. With this heroic deed, Kawa set the people free and proclaimed freedom throughout the land.

A huge fire was lit on the mountaintops to send a message: firstly to thank God for helping them having defeated Dehak, and secondly to the people to tell them they were free. This is where the tradition of the Newroz fire originates. Today, Newroz is not just a day for remembering, it is also a day for the protest and resistance against the oppression which the Kurdish people continue to suffer from.

The Kurdish people need a voice in international affairs. Let us light the fire of justice and peace! Now is the time for all people to show their solidarity and support the national struggle for freedom in Kurdistan. This struggle is not just for Kurdistan; it is for all humanity.

Every year on 21st March in all parts, hamlets, villages, towns, cities of Kurdistan as well as by Kurds living in the Diasporas, they gather to show their unity, joy as well as cry out their need for freedom and democracy. The largest gathering is the North-Kurdistani city of Amed (Diyarbakir) where over a million people celebrate Newroz each year.

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Mahler - Symphony no.3 in d minor

“A symphony must by like the world; it must contain everything” is Mahler’s most famous quote. After the success of the second, Mahler worked on another spiritual-philosophical-existential symphony that spiraled out to being his longest work and the longest symphony in the standard repertoire. And like the second, he includes quotes from and allusions to his own musical settings of the Wunderhorn poems. Overall, this symphony is another iteration of the “great” questions that Mahler is constantly putting forward: what is the point of life? He wrestled with several programatic ideas at once; the first movement supposed to be the awakening of the Greek god Pan and a march of spring, and the movements after that were a succession of “lessons” from different sources. At one point he said that like thought the symphony should be subtitled “Pan”, focusing on the duel meaning of Pan to be the Greek nature god as well as being the Greek word for “all” [alluding to his personal philosophy of the all encompassing symphony]. Despite the early emphasis of extra-musical ideas, Mahler soon took them all out, favoring an absolute approach to the music. Even so, I will mention the extra musical titles for the sake of explaining the symphony’s structure. The symphony is in two unequal parts, the first part being the first movement only. This movement is at least a half an hour, and after a bold statement by the trombone, like the Om that Hindus/Buddhists/Jains call the syllable that began the universe, the march sneaks in with suspicion and deep fluttering, like animals creeping through the wood, with a horn cry repeating like Ives’ unanswered question. The movement juxtaposes these darker and sinister moments with very bright and sunny melodies, bird song, marching band laughter. The entire movement seems to be in wild conflict with itself, mixing nature and human culture, military marches, funeral like marches, children whistling along with the birds. It is colossal and confusing and ends with a bang. The second part opens with the second movement, “What the flowers tell me”, a much lighter minuet that is very pastoral. Darker moments still sneak in now and then, at one point the music becomes a frantic rush. The next movement, “What the animals tell me”, and it contains several musical quotes; Changing of the Summer Gard from his Wunderhorn setting, Austrian horn signals, braying horses, and a Spanish jota folk melody. The next movement, “What man tells me”, brings back material from the first movement as an accompaniment to a setting of Nietzsche’s “Midnight Song” from Also sprach Zarathustra. The song deals with man, a finite creature, dealing with the awesome power of the eternity of nature. The following movement, “What the angels tell me”, is a song for choirs of women and children’s choirs, another setting of a Wunderhorn poem, an almost naïve account about the joys of heaven. Both songs seem to deal with a positive view of death, one being a transcendent recognition of nature, the other celebrating the rewards of the afterlife. The final movement, “What love tells me”, is a long orchestral choral that builds and builds into a passionate and beautiful coda. Listening through this symphony is quite the experience. I’ll admit this was the last Mahler symphony I could get into, and it still causes me trouble. It feels so all over the place in character, and it is tough to stick with it at times. But it is worth the listen for the glorious moments in each movement.

Movements:

[Part I]

1. Kräftig. Entschieden 

[Part II]

2. Tempo di Menuetto. Grazioso

3. Comodo. Scherzando. Ohne Hast 

4. “O Mensch! Gib Acht!“

5. "Es sungen drei Engel”

6. Langsam. Ruhevoll. Empfunden

Tales of the Peculiar starters

From “Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children” and “Hollow City”


“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.”

“When someone won’t let you in, eventually you stop knocking.”

“Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries—but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.”  

“We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.”   

“Sometimes it’s better not to look back.”   

“…so one day my mother sat me down and explained that I couldn’t become an explorer because everything in the world had already been discovered. I’d been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.”

“Laughing doesn’t make bad things worse any more than crying makes them better.” 

“Forgive me. I continue to underestimate the breadth of your ignorance.”  

“Sometimes you just need to go through a door.” 

“How many times have I told you? Polite persons do not take supper in the nude.”   

“But these weren’t the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around–they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in lockstep, so banal you don’t recognize them for what they are until it’s too late.”

“She moved to pinch me again but I blocked her hand. I’m no expert on girls, but when one tries to pinch you four times, I’m pretty sure that’s flirting.”

“No one can hurt you as badly as the people you love.”

“I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.”   

“Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace!”

“I don’t mean to be rude but what are you people?”

“I imagine we’re killing ourselves right now in al manner of ways that’ll seem insane to people in the future.”

“We hadn’t spoken since the day he nearly shoved me off the roof, but we both understood the importance of maintaining the illusion of having friends.” 

“That is/was our friendship: equal parts irritation and cooperation.”

“You tread a precariously thin line between being charmingly headstrong and insufferably pigheaded.” 

“Right at the flamingo orgy! Left at the multiethnic roof Santas! Straight past the pissing cherubs!” 

“You may choose to live in a world of fantasy if you like, my dear, but I am a realist.”

There was this fuckboi in one of my classes senior year that wouldn’t sit at a desk, talked all the time, and always pretended the teachers were his ‘bros’ when in reality they all hated him. I thought he was the most 'fuckboi’ fuckboi I had ever seen. Like…fuckdad level. Then in March I brought in my service dog for an oral report and as I walked into the classroom (after she had completed her job for the previous class) he ran over and, without saying anything, knelt on the ground in front of my dog and started crying. Full on sobbing. He held out his hand, which she kissed, then he looked up and said, “this is the best thing ever. Thank you” and at that moment I saw him as more than a fuckdad. I saw him as a human with a heart who was just trying to fit in.

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10 things Gabriel finds fascinating about humanity

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One day, Gabriel goes to Jacob-called-Israel, carrying a message from the Lord. Jacob is busy in the fields, but Leah is there—she smiles at him with tender eyes, and makes him welcome in the shade of Jacob’s tent. I will find you meat and drink,she says, giving her infant daughter to Gabriel’s arms easily, the gesture practiced as habit. Rest a while here. We shall send Jacob to you when he comes.

She leaves Gabriel there, child heavy in his arms.

Dinah—for that is the child’s name—has large, dark eyes, and grasps at his halo like it is a plaything. Once or twice, she pulls it over Gabriel’s ears and into her mouth, gumming at the edge and whimpering when it cuts her lips. You are a strange little thing, Gabriel tells her, touching a finger to the soft shell of her ear. She is all softness, even the dusting of dark hair across her pate.

It is nearly sundown by the time Jacob comes, and Dinah has fallen asleep against Gabriel’s chest. He returns her to Leah’s arms then, so that he and Jacob might conference with one another.

His own arms seem emptier, after.

It seems only a little while later he is walking in Shechem, when he passes a woman—no different than any other woman in the street, except that her eyes are large and dark, full of an inherited tenderness, and there is a place where her mouth tucks in, as though it were cut by the sharp, celestial edge.

Dinah, Gabriel says, faltering. He almost does not recognize her, this woman who is flint and sun and nothing of softness. It had not seemed so long by the reckoning of angels, but—he can see ruin in her wake now, grief and strength in her visage.

She stops. Do you know me? Dinah asks.

I—no. No, I do not know you, Gabriel says, for angels do not lie.

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As an environmental research scientist, I'll be marching for many reasons, but mostly I'm treating this as the very last cry for action before our current downward trajectory becomes locked in by businesses to powerful to fail or stop, and future generations will have to adapt to a much more diminished standard of living due to present day's blatant greed and ignorance. In short, humanity's future is screwed.
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A/N: So Jules got me to fill a request for them and it was challenging, but definitely interesting! I changed up the request a bit, but I hope it’s still kind of what you wanted. Buckle up, ‘cause things are about to get interesting 😈

“When you open your requests again you should definitely make an imagine about how you’re James’s daughter and he’s super over protective (people will look at you and he’ll snap, guys look at you and he’ll kill them). You finally get a boyfriend and he kills him but it’s in the hotel so he’s stuck there 😂”

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Dark vs Light

It’s been a while since I’ve watched it, but I was thinking about an animated Green Lantern movie. I like it, but there are a couple parts that bug me. It’s something that is actually in a lot of alien movies/shows.

It’s the part where the aliens explain that humans are evil and war-like. They show clips of bombs being dropped, troops marching into battle, war-torn villages, and crying victims.

In Green Lantern, the Guardians are very reluctant to have anything to do with such a violent and primitive race. I really disliked how Hal Jordan (or actually, the writers of the show) handled the situation. I’d like to change it up.

Originally posted by chrischrischrisx3


Ranagar: Why are we even entertaining this? She’s a human!

Basilus: Yes, hard to get past that.

    There’s an awkard silence as the Guardians look down at Annalyn, the Green-Lantern-to-be.

Ganthet: …I’m afraid the human race does not have the most stellar reputation.

Ranagar: Humans are base, rude, and untrustworthy!

Ganthet: You can’t condemn an entire species!

Ranagar: Oh, no? You’ve said it yourself, Ganthet, it’s amazing they’ve lasted as long as they have. Would you like me to list their atrocities? Maybe this human can help us fill in that list? Their entire history is full of nothing but unspeakable madness!

Annalyn: Excuse me, but where are you getting your information about my people? What do you know of the human race?

  The Guardians look down at her, surprised. After a moment, Ranagar waves a hand over a panel. 3-D images appear in the middle of the room. Images of planes flying low over a smoking city appear. They drop bombs which leave trails of bright explosions behind.
 The scene changes. Soldiers run into the hologram, yelling, signaling. They look scared. They move in closer to a building. Then everything explodes in a blast of dirt, sand, an fire.
  The scene changes again. This time, everything looks older. A little boy wearing what look like rags stands in a destroyed jungle village. Lost. Crying.
  Several more images appear quickly. Some from far-flung history, some in recent memory. All human. All terrible.

Ranagar: There. What proof more do we need? Humans are not fit to join the Green Lanterns. They do not represent what we stand for, and are capable of little more than senseless violence.

 Worried murmurs break out between the Guardians and other alien onlookers. Anna steps forward into the holograms still displaying dark moments of human history. The images flicker and go out. The hall falls silent.

Annalyn: I can’t deny that humans are capable of what you say. I can’t, because what you say is the truth. Human beings are capable of incredible violence, blinding rage, and despicable cowardice. The darkest of dark deeds, the lowest of the low. But I must say, you overlook something extremely important.

Ranagar: And what might that be?

Annalyn: As low and as dark as humanity may reach, it’s also capable of equally high and noble acts. You show images of war, but you don’t show images of those who risk their lives to save others from peril, or to offer relief to those in peril. You show images of people suffering, but you do not show images of humans comforting and loving those in need. There are people who would give you the coat off their back if they thought you might be cold. There are those who are willing to sacrifice everything they have to make someone else’s life better.

Annalyn: There is a saying where I come from, that if you look for the bad in mankind, you will surely find it. It’s easy to find because it’s loud. It’s easy for you because that’s what you want to see in us. Good is sometimes harder to find because most of the time, it doesn’t want to be noticed or to be praised. It want to remain anonymous, to do good and make the world a better place to live in, and just live their lives in peace. There may be darkness, but there’s a dang lot of light too!

  Another ripple of murmurs and whispers break out in the hall. A loud CRACK interrupts the noise.

Ranagar: ENOUGH! Even if what you say is true, humans are still capable of evil acts. What do you have to say to that?!

   There is a long moment of silence before Annalyn responds.

Annalyn: …Well… humans aren’t a star-faring people yet. We haven’t had a chance to spread our “evil acts” to the far reaches of the galaxy. And yet, an organization like the Green Lantern Corp exists. I’m assuming there’s a need? …(silence)… Apparently humans aren’t the only ones “capable” of dark acts. It’s like Ganthet said, you can’t condemn an entire species!

  Ganthet looks smugly over to Ranagar, whose wrinkled face scrunches into a deeper frown.

Ganthet: Well then, if there are no more objections?… No?… Good. Annalyn may keep the Green Lantern ring that has chosen her as a worthy bearer and will begin training as the first Human Green Lantern!

  Applause and cheers erupt from those assembled in the hall. A few aliens walk/crawl up to Annalyn to introduce themselves.
 The Guardians remain in their chairs, whispering to each other. Ganthet smirks along their podium down at Ranagar, who responds with a scowl before floating away and down a corridor behind them.

Ganthet (whispering to himself): I like the spunk of this human. I hope we will be able to recruit more in the future.

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A/N: I made the soldier a human one from BotFA because I really don’t think that any elf who valued his life would do that.

Imagine being Thranduil’s pregnant wife and a soldier gets rough and grabs your arm, making you cry out in pain and Thranduil gets extremely mad.

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You hadn’t even realized you’d angered him until he gripped your arm, “The battlefield’s no place for a pregnant woman! Stay out of the way, wench!” The soldier’s grip tightened as he tugged you forward, pushing you to the side when you cried out. Your pained squeal had made Thranduil’s head snap in your direction, eyes filled with worry which morphed into anger when he realized the cause of the sound.

“You dare lay hand on my queen?” he growled, marching over to the human who began to realize his mistake, and just who you were. Thranduil drew his blade, pointing it at the cowering man, “I will have it for that.”

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Happy Birthday Xavi!  March 20, 1989 Québec, Canada
[women] are the people i want to talk about, they’re the people i want to protect, they’re the people i want to put in my movies and see fail or win. as a writer, as a human being, and as a young man, it’s easier for me to express my anger, to ask questions, to seek answers, to talk, to cry as a woman in a movie. i connect with those figures more than i connect with men. men are born privileged in the scale of things - i’m generalizing, but it’s true. women have to define themselves in the eyes of men. they have to fight for their rights, especially in a society that will pretend that there is no fight or no battle, that it’s a cliche, that feminists are reactionary, all these things. as a young man who struggled to find his identity and to find his place, i relate to that quest for belonging in society. with mothers, especially, with their flaws, the way they have made huge sacrifices in order to be good moms or just moms. they probably sacrificed a part of their career, they sacrificed some desires, some dreams. i cannot relate, but i love to talk about it.
—xavier dolan for interview magazine