hey guys! ^v^ the zora oc discord and I have created some clans that zora oc’s might be a part of! So here’s a little description of each below! ovo
Freshwater Clan - For the freshwater type zora’s found in rivers and lakes. The folk here are good musicians, dancers and botanists who create instruments and cloth! They’re creators. There’s not a day that you cannot hear the gentle strum of a lute. This clan is great for putting zoras in a mood, both awe in nature’s beauty and their large festivals~
Saltwater Clan - A tropical clan on the peninsula known for it’s colourful reefs. Here is the best place for markets. Theyre lively, welcoming and encouraging. Multicultural. Excellent holiday destination! Pretty much Australia lol
Forbidden Sea - A deep dark place in the sea where the dangerous, spoopy or banished zora go! Known for their criminal and cannibalistic nature. Their leader is a giant megalodon shark that instills power through fear. They frequently start wars with the Deep Sea.
Deep Sea - A massive and beautiful underwater city run by several elected leaders located far out to sea~ They are renown as a military superpower and are well known for their their enormous pretty underwater library, which shows both the peace and intellect of the clan! However they are not on good terms with the Forbidden Clan. yikes.
Arctic Clan - A refined and regal kingdom that holds zora who can handle extreme cold climates, e.g orcas and narwhals etc. They are known for quality meats, thus making them good hunters. They also specialize in weaponry and ice sculpting. They are good with trade and connections too, infact they are close allies with the Deep Sea~
Hotspring Clan - For zora who are more acclimated to warm waters. They are a spiritual and tranquil clan who specialise in medicinal herbs and healing. There’s always the smell of incense in the air. They hardly ever get sick, thus making them a happy friendly bunch to bathe with. Royalty, leaders and soldiers favour this clan greatly for their relaxation!
Cavernous Clan - For both freshwater and saltwater zora, as there are freshwater caves and sea caves throughout Hyrule! They specialize in gems and jewelry; like multicolored luminous stone jewelry. They could find a lot of sunken treasure and stuff too. However the clan keeps to themselves, so theyre rather quiet. The caves are practically hidden anyway.
Nudibranch Clan - A kingdom for extremely smol zoras with smol houses. They’re smaller than link, down to the size of your arm, even your palm! They trade rare pearls.
Sea Of The Giants - For massive af zoras. Like 50ft 100ft tall! So they’re located WAY out to sea. Wowzas. Most of them are deity’s. The Deep Sea worships the Leviathan giant by providing offerings, thus getting protection in return~
Your movement of anti fascism will fail. Do you know why? Because fascism doesn't exist. We killed it after world war 2. Honestly if you did even a little research into fascist Italy Japan or Germany you'd see you're just like them. Black uniforms, masks with skulls, attacking people to instill total fear into the hearts of people who don't agree with you. Fighting fascism with fascism doesn't make you the good guys, it makes you a slightly different version of fascist.
Sigh. The sad thing is that we get messages just like this from clear, well-informed experts on fascism like ask-changeling-eight all the time.
Because fascism doesn’t exist. We killed it after world war 2
Oh, that’ll be a huge surprise to Francoist Spain or the Estado Novo regime in Portugal or the people suffering under the fascists of Daesh/ISIS/ISIL or the 200+ fascist cults, political parties, and terrorist groups that have existed since WW2. You should tell them.
you’d see you’re just like them. Black uniforms, masks with skulls,
Of course, because fascism (which we’ll remind you no longer exists according to yourself) is defined by the clothes people wear. That’s in the dictionary-definition of fascism, right?
fascism [fash-iz-uh m] noun1.(sometimes initial capital letter) a governmental system led by a dictator having complete power, forcibly suppressing opposition and criticism, regimenting all industry, commerce, etc., and emphasizing an aggressive nationalism and often racism.2.(sometimes initial capital letter) the philosophy, principles, or methods of fascism.3.(initial capital letter) a political movement that employs the principles and methods of fascism, especially the one established by Mussolini in Italy 1922–43.
fascism noun fas·cism \ˈfa-ˌshi-zəm also ˈfa-ˌsi-\
1often capitalized : a political philosophy, movement, or regime (such as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition2: a tendency toward or actual exercise of strong autocratic or dictatorial control early instances of army fascism and brutality — J. W. Aldridge
attacking people to instill total fear into the hearts of people who don’t agree with you.
Right. Because advocating for apartheid and genocide = just another, perfectly normal opinion that we may not agree with and should just have a polite debate about over tea.
hooligan-nova “Fighting fascists makes you a fascist” makes no sense. The defining feature of fascism is not violence.
If I fight a mugger I’m not a mugger. If I fight a bear it doesn’t make me a bear. Fascism is about control and antifascism is about refusal of that control.
Let’s leave the last word for Holocaust survivor Frank Frison, shall we?
“If fascism could be defeated in debate, I assure you that it would never have happened, neither in Germany, nor in Italy, nor anywhere else. Those who recognised its threat at the time and tried to stop it were, I assume, also called “a mob”. Regrettably too many “fair-minded” people didn’t either try, or want to stop it, and, as I witnessed myself during the war, accommodated themselves when it took over … People who witnessed fascism at its height are dying out, but the ideology is still here, and its apologists are working hard at a comeback. Past experience should teach us that fascism must be stopped before it takes hold again of too many minds, and becomes useful once again to some powerful interests.”
ask-changeling-eight, if you’d like to actually learn about what fascism is and how it developed so you don’t look like such an ill-informed jackass the next time you decide to opine on the topic, we’d recommend having an adult read & explain this book to you.
Genie was born in 1957 in California. Her father determined that she was mentally disabled and therefore not worthy of his attention or care. He isolated her from everybody - locking her alone inside a room until she reached the age of 13. While inside this room, he kept her strapped to a toilet or enclosed in a crib. Due to her isolation, she was incapable of communicating or walking when she was finally rescued by Los Angeles child welfare authorities on 4 November, 1970.
Her father would beat her with a plank wood each time she attempted to communicate with her family and would bark and growl at her like a dog to intimidate her - this instilled a severe fear of dogs which continued after she was freed. He even grew his fingernails; the sole purpose being so he could scratch at Genie is she ever “misbehaved.” After she was freed, she was often used as a case study for psychologists, linguists, and scientists.
Genie was sent into care and while there seemed to be a series of breakthroughs in the beginning, there were also major setbacks - she was exploited and also abused by those who were supposed to be caring for her - she was sent to an extremely religious foster care home in which she retreated and in 1977, she managed to tell a children’s hospital that her foster parents had physically punished her when she had been sick. Following this, her speech never recovered and nobody knows for sure what became of her other than she was sent to an institute for the mentally undeveloped in Southern California in 2008.
shiro was an avid couponer pre-kerberos and used to just give keith sandwich bags full of coupons to use “it’s a 7 boxes for three dollars special on hamburger helper” “shiro i hate hamburger helper”
keith is constantly constantly turning the light off when he leaves a room even though shiro is still in there
keith and shiro have lots of inside jokes because they knew each other pre-voltron
they have a secret handshake but it’s really embarrassing and keith hates doing it - “you were stranded on an alien ship for a year how do you even remember this”
the only person allowed to touch keith’s hair is shiro when he does his patented dad hair ruffle™
shiro frequently and very loudly expresses his disapproval of keith living in a desert shack alone for a year- “you know because if you live in the desert by yourself likesomeone i knowyou might get stung by a scorpion and dielike an asshole ” “just say my name shiro everyone knows you’re talking about me”
alien: insults shiro - keith: say that again you fucking punk i’ll rip your intestines out so what if you’re 9 feet tall and have laser eyes - shiro: carrying keith away while keith continues to talk shit
shiro feels really shitty a lot of the time but he’s always trying to keep it together, keith knows better so he reminds shiro to get some rest and to eat and stuff
shiro: i didn’t raise you to be this petty keith: actually you did
keith is constantly making jokes about not having a family and being an orphan because he Doesn’t Care but he lives for shiro’s scandalized expression
when shiro is really mad he calls keith by his first and last name and it instills fear into keith’s very bones
keith: roasts someone out of the blue shiro: i apologize on behalf of my son
keith is naturally a loner so the other paladins have fun a lot without him and shiro is always trying to get him to join them because he’s a really nice kid and he wants to see him be happy with friends
shiro is the only person who 100% knows about keith being autistic and he checks in with him to make sure he’s not overstimulated or on the verge of a meltdown/shutdown
shiro has blackmail on keith for embarrassing things he’s done
one of the embarrassing things is crying at the lorax movie
this is his secret weapon but keith never gives him a reason to use it
shiro goes out and yells at the others if they’re being too loud and he notices keith getting agitated
shiro tried to do that thing with keith where you put cucumbers on your eyes to decrease puffiness but keith just. ate the cucumber slices.
*a really stressful day on the ship* keith: in a bad mood shiro: hands keith a snickers shiro: you’re not you when you’re hungry
sometimes when shiro is having a really bad day keith will hug him and he’s really bad at it it’s like having a suitcase placed on your back and it cheers shiro up because he knows keith doesn’t like hugging people or being Soft but he’s trying to make him feel better and shiro appreciates that
shiro: hey i saw you smile at lance earlier and- keith: not. another. word.
sometimes keith falls asleep on the couch and shiro picks him up and brings him to his bed and tucks him in
shiro keeps trying to teach keith japanese and keith is like “for the last time no i have enough trouble with english” bonus: keith eventually picks up on a few phrases and says them without warning and it makes shiro So Happy
when someone says something ridiculous they give each other the Are You Fucking Serious stare
“you’re not my dad!” *dramatic gasp* “why did you all do that he’s literally not my dad.”
they play checkers a lot
keith: shiro i know bigfoot is real i know it shiro: i know buddy
shiro, putting a hand on each of keith’s shoulders: calm
shiro: tells a joke keith: haha oh shiro you’re so funny someone else: tells the same joke keith: that was the worst joke i’ve ever heard
shiro tries to tell the group jokes and keith always ruins it because he calls out the punchline before anyone else has a chance because he’s heard him tell those jokes so many times
keith is constantly revealing minorly embarrassing things about shiro to the others - ”did you guys know shiro loves the song “never gonna give you up” - ”one time shiro bought ten pairs of crocs” - ”one time shiro literally slipped on a banana peel” - ”shiro knows every word of the hannah montana pilot”
keith loves cats and back at the garrison shiro finds keith with like. 9 cats one day bc apparently they’re all his Children and he feeds them secretly and keith is like :0 bc he’s petting like all of the cats at once and shiro has Discovered him and they’re named things like mocha and tetris
every time keith backtalks shiro shiro goes “i can’t believe you’re doing this to the guy who brought you to see three days grace four times”
keith: kicks an alien’s ass shiro internally: they grow up so fast
they argue a lot because shiro was raised to not wear shoes in the house and keith just. sleeps with his shoes on like a barbarian
shiro firmly believes hotdogs are sandwiches and it makes keith so mad one time shiro said that and he just got in his lion and left
I don't know why ur actin up for attention. You're okay as a writer, but there are much better ones in the fandom who have far less recognition
You see. It all started when father returned from the war. He had never been an affectionate man, as much as I can recall. But after the war, the small nods and brief glances from him that I had grown to look forward to had disappeared.
He was quick to anger and quicker to drink. Sometimes I’d awaken in the middle of the night to find him standing in the middle of the quiet farm, bathed in moonlight and despondent. His eyes would be fixated on the moon and stars, unblinking.
“Papa,” I’d call to him, “you’re scaring me…”
Of course, he didn’t respond. He never did. Somehow, his silence instilled more fear than his anger. The eerie quiet when I wished so badly to know what he was imagining.
The chores on the farm soon fell on my shoulders, as my mother came down with a chest cold that never seemed to go away. Some days were worse than others for her. I remember running to fetch the doctor in the middle of the night when she couldn’t keep from coughing. Walking through the old wooden thresh hold he greeted my father, who sat unblinking once again in his rocker with the usual bottle of liquor in his calloused hand. The light from the candles flickered, showing glimpses of his eyes which were wide with madness.
Seeing now the state he was in, the doctor simply tipped his cap and tended to my ailing mother. And soon after that, the talk around town began. Not so quiet whispers accompanied by piercing eyes when I made my way into town to fetch mothers tonic or liquor for papa.
My trips became less and less frequent. Not only because I couldn’t handle the gossip, but it seemed papa would do something drastic every time I left. One day I found him in the coop snapping the necks of the chickens inside, feathers flying everywhere as the few remaining tried to escape his grasp.
“Papa! No!” I screamed for him to stop.
He dropped to his knees with shaking hands. It was the first time he had spoken to me in what seemed like years. His voice was more hoarse than I remembered.
“I’m…sorry,” he spoke through tears.
Heavy with the shame of what he had done, he dragged himself off as I took care of the mess and contemplated how we would get our eggs now. I didn’t see papa again until that night. He came stumbling inside near dawn, crashing around our old farm house in his usual drunken stuper and calling for my grandmother, who had passed some time ago.
Why am I seeking attention? Who knows…but reading this message I think back to those chickens and their snapped necks. Who can say why, but perhaps I am jealous of them a bit. For at least, even in a brief moment before their deaths, they felt my fathers touch. Something I never had.
“Much better writers with far less recognition?” I chuckled and inched closer to you.
When the fandom approached me, asking me to hand-choose which followers went to which blogs I was shocked, but proudly took on the task. Just as I had taken on the burden of my families farm, I would also carry out this task to the best of my ability.
I moved my lips closer to your ear, letting them ghost over the skin as my fingers delicately tucked your hair to the side. My warm breath was seeping into your pores as you waited for me to respond.
“I know,” I whispered so softly, “now unfollow me, bitch.”
Top 10 moments when ACOMAF shattered my heart in the best way possible
Okay, now that I’ve spent my whole week just living and breathing about ACOMAF… re-reading ACOMAF… and just thinking about it obsessively and telling ALL my friends about it… I feel like now it is a good time to post this. I’m going to post my top 10 moments in ACOMAF where MY HEART BROKE. And I hope you guys can agree–because this fandom is one soul, and we ride and die together.
10. When Feyre comforts Rhysand after waking him up from his nightmare.
Like first of all, OW. It just breaks my heart over and over to think about what Amarantha did to Rhys, and what scars it left behind.
But… what broke my heart more was this:
“But–but how many nights had I wanted someone to do the same for me?”
AND I’M JUST LIKE FEYRE SUFFERED ALONE IN THE SPRING COURT
Because some stupid High Lord of the Spring Court just pretended to be asleep whenever she vomited her guts out, and pretended everything was all fine and dandy. You claim to love her, and yet, you let this happen. tamlin u shit bag
9. Lucien and Feyre reunion after Feyre goes to the Night Court.
“You gave up on me.”
Look, guys, I know Lucien is not a bad person. Deep down, he is a good, troubled person who has a lot of his own scars, and I know that he does consider Feyre to be his friend and he does care about her. But he also chooses to yield to Tamlin at the end of everything. He does fight for her, but he doesn’t fight enough against Tamlin. Now, this could be because Tamlin does instill a lot of fear in Lucien–which, if it’s true, it is not a healthy friendship, even if Tam is Lucien’s High Lord. But it makes me wonder, you know. Where is our fiery Lucien, who once spat at Tamlin’s feet? I really do hope that Elain will help him change for the better. Or that he comes to this realization from himself. Man, I love Lucien, but he’s going to have to do a lot more to redeem himself.
Because, see, even Rhys thinks that Lucien would’ve stepped in.
And this breaks Feyre’s heart, that her friend wouldn’t do this for her. And she would’ve fought for Lucien until the end, no doubt about.
“I thought so, too” HA HA HA LET ME LIE IN MY OWN PUDDLE OF TEARS
8. The scars that remain with Rhys because of Amarantha.
The next scene that broke my heart happens during the sexytimes between Feyre and Rhys.
Okay, just re-reading this scene is making me really emotional. So I don’t know if I’m going to be coherent enough to say this. But like, guys. I think this scene is important–and heartbreaking at the same time–because it’s a moment where Rhysand’s scars are acknowledged. Again, it is so rare in YA fiction to see a male character who has been sexually abused, and Sarah explores the scars that remain within Rhysand. And it’s also important because he’s also able to overcome these scars, and find happiness even after the darkest of times.
7. How Rhysand is treated in Velaris vs. Under the Mountain
Okay, so I like how 8 and 7 relate to each other.
What struck me about this scene was: “no one whispered about him or spat on him or stroked him as they had Under the Mountain”
What really breaks my heart here is that it’s not just Amarantha that violated Rhys. Others did it too, because Amarantha did it, because Rhys was Amarantha’s whore, and therefore, her property.
And this makes me really sick to my stomach. And it breaks my heart. fuck
6. Feyre realizing how sad she is at the Spring Court before her wedding.
THIS PHYSICALLY HURTS
my poor baby Feyre
I spent a good portion of time during the beginning of the novel wanting to wrap her in a warm blanket, hug her, and tell her it’s okay.
And Tamlin, CAPTAIN OBLIVIOUS, is able to laugh freely. I’m gonna fight him
Even Rhys in Chapter 11 goes: “Months and months, and you’re still a ghost. Does no one there ask what the hell is happening? Does your High Lord simply not care?” (Shall we count this as like an honourable mention moment for when my heart broke into a million pieces… again)
ha ha ha ha let me DIE my heart can’t take this
5. Rhysand asks Feyre about her birthday.
This isn’t a sad scene, but it still moved me and broke my heart because you can obviously tell how much Rhys loves Feyre.
FEYRE’S BIRTHDAY IS THE WINTER SOLSTICE
THE LONGEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR
“YOU WERE TRULY BORN ON THE WINTER SOLSTICE?”
YES RHYS MY SMOL SON YOUR MATE WAS BORN ON THE LONGEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR YES YOU TRULY BELONG TOGETHER
But also, like. Rhys seems genuinely sad that Feyre did not celebrate her birthday. Do I foresee belated birthday gift/party in ACOTAR 3? Because yes I will sell my soul for this
4. Feyre walking away from Rhysand after learning about the mating bond
Okay, no, I totally understand why Feyre is angry enough that she wants some time alone away from Rhysand once she learns from the Suriel that they’re mates. I’ve seen people hating on her for it… but c’mon. Really? You don’t think you’d be angry? Angry enough to walk away? I mean I’d want my own space to think too
But yeah it still broke my heart because Rhysand just calls after her… injured and weakened… ahaha…..ha…. why…
Now we’re rolling into the final 3… and honestly, these broke my heart the most and made me cry. I still want to weep when I think about them.
3. Rhysand noticing Feyre’s weight loss
He cares so much about her. *UGLY WAILING* *falls to the floor*
And he makes sure she eats properly. And wants to have breakfast with her.
RHYSAND YOU PRECIOUS SOUL
cue ugly sobbing, with the snot and everything
rhysand calling tam out on his shitty behaviour
2. Cassian and Feyre training
This is still one of my favourite scenes, and I … just. The whole scene leading up to it is an emotional roller coaster–Cassian saying that he’s there for Feyre if she wants to talk about leaving the Spring Court, the whole “I’m fine” thing, and how Feyre just realizes she did everything for Tamlin… and he just…. left her to suffer alone.
He’s ready to take the blow.
CASSIAN WOULD TAKE THE BLOW.
BECAUSE HE CARES ABOUT FEYRE AND WANTS TO HELP HER COPE.
BECAUSE HE UNDERSTANDS.
Rhys is precious, Cassian is precious….. the whole Night Court squad is precious. I just love them so muchhhhhhh.
And now. . . okay.
The final scene had me in full blown tears.
1. Amren x Feyre
SHE ASKS RHYS THIS LIKE 3 TIMES
SHE DEMANDS TO KNOW WHERE FEYRE IS
AND AND AND AMREN ISN’T ALWAYS VOCAL ABOUT HER FEELINGS AND SHE’S SCARY AND SHE’S VICIOUS
BUT SHE LOVES FEYRE
IT’S THE MOMENT YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH AMREN–AND THE REST OF THE COURT–ALSO LOVE FEYRE, A FELLOW DREAMER
D E A D
LOWER ME TO THE GROUND
This post also made me very emotional again. Thanks for reading. And if you know want to discuss ACOMAF with me, and the scenes that broke your heart (because there are like 10 million more)… feel free to shoot me a message.
ENFJ: “yeah i’ve take the personality tests a few times and it can never type me, i always get like 50/50 on each of the things, so i’m really balanced; i’m EXXX” (bitch MORE than 2 of you have said this to me, you are all problematic and project those questions onto yourselves you fake ass hoes)
INFJ: “i should start a psychic business and pretend to take people’s fortunes because i’m so good at this.” (this was said after she guessed that her boyfriend would get a 96 on his philosophy exam after he had gotten a 97 on the last one, and was exactly correct. tl;dr every INFJ is a demon)
ESFJ: “i get to take care of you and treat you until you’re better!” said with real tears in his eyes after i had rolled my ankle and it was the size of an actual softball. he held my hand as he said it.
ISFJ: “i’m trying my best!” said very flusteredly (it’s a word, shut up) after we poked fun at the fact that he was still 4 labs behind on homework. he was also on youtube at the time.
ESTJ: “joe hasn’t answered me and we’re leaving for austria for spring break in TWO months and i need a plan for what we’re going to do the first weekend ASAP or i’m going to literally kill him with my bare hands.”
i have no more context to add to this, yall are literally just the most extra people i’ll ever meet.
ISTJ: “i feel like…” and then you proceeded to lie to me because none of you have felt anything, ever.
ESFP: “what’s happening?! should i talk to him?! should i ignore it and be oblivious?! idk what to do im not an intuitive!” said when i was pissed at everybody and he accidentally got the brunt of my rage. you are all pure and naive and just want to have a good time and i respect that; you do you, boo boo the fools, just keep doing you.
ISFP: “i’m about to make a transatlantic flight to austria to instill the fear of god into every one of those girls playing with joe’s heart over there.” said about her little brother while still in her horse riding gear, in between walking from the dinner table to her laptop to watch sherlock and dr. who. im 100% not joking about this, her name is Mary Duran and she paints on the side too.
ESTP: “well, enough of that.” said moments after crying for two minutes, and seconds before throwing a lawn chair across the yard and breaking a window because he didn’t know how else to process his emotions. @everyESTP, pls get help.
ISTP: “HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A FUCKING BLINKER. USE YOUR BLINKER BEFORE I SLIT YOUR THROAT.” (this is literally every time i’m in the car with him, no matter what, no matter how long; tl;dr every one of you shouldn’t drive, ever.)
ENTP: “but was kant really that bad?” said by some hoe in one of my higher level philosophy classes as he introduced us to Irrelevantland™. stick to your memes and stop antagonizing every person you meet you bored ass mfs.
INTP: “the old lady thinks i’m going to fix our neighbor’s AC, which means i have about 45 minutes to get to a town 34 minutes away to see if the guy has one of the car parts i’ve been looking for. it’ll cost about $200-$220, but i gotta take the money out in small increments around town so she doesn’t get suspicious.” said by my best friends dad, in reference to his wife and his unhealthy obsession with fixing up old, unusable cars.
ENTJ: “socrates was probably the dumbest person to ever live, and i wrote an entire 12 page paper on it and got an A.” (i have no more to add to this; you’re all just as bad as the ESTJs and must be stopped.)
INTJ: “that was a good burn. i think i’m going to like you.” said to me after i said something witty and sarcastic to my ENFP best friend. p.s. every INTJ has an XNFP best friend, it’s just a fact, accept it).
ENFP: “hey remember how you’ve been telling me for the past three months that im overcommitting myself and doing too many things? well today after my seventeenth breakdown of the semester so far, i realized that you might be right.” (said by my best friend. not much else to add to this, really; you’re all insane.)
INFP: “my friend brought me a puppy between classes today and it was only the second of four times i cried today.”
➳ Warnings:Violence, shooting, mentions of dead bodies, cursing/swearing, etc.
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↠ Request: Hello! I would like to request a scenario! Instead of writing blah, blah, blah I will make it easy to read: 1. Yoongi (with Agust D personality - you know, a bad, sassy, rude boy) 2. A mix of genres, whatever you feel inspired for but please - not 100% fluffy. 3. Triggers are alright, they make the plot even more interesting! If that’s okay with YOU ofc. 4. The AU totally depends on you! I thought about something like poor producer AU, drug dealer but I’m up to anything! 5. THANKS
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Your arms slung loosely around his slender shoulders, your lips gently pressed to his neck as you chuckled softly with a mischievous tone, and Yoongi couldn’t help his mouth from curling up ever so slightly, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips.
“Aish, Y/N, stop making me so soft,” he complained half heartedly, swatting your hands away as he leaned forward on his desk, his fingers intertwining, clasping his palms together on the hard surface. His phone buzzed repeatedly against the desk, and he sighed, hooking his finger onto the object and flinging it closer to him.
“What, is our big bad gang leader going all soft and gooey for me, hm?” You teased him, wanting to see how long you could keep this up, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips with the knowledge that only you could make him this soft.
Yoongi wasn’t the soft type. His own gang members held a certain fearful respect for him, their heads ducking in a nervous nod under his piercing, cold gaze whenever he strode past any of them, his pistol always swinging around his finger threateningly. They had all witnessed his incredibly short temper, how he would easily flip the trigger on anyone who insisted on pushing his buttons too far. His wrath was particularly evident when a rival gang made a puny, futile attempt to threaten him, or back out on a deal, it was safe to say they’d be seeing nothing but darkness from that moment onwards, their bodies lay limp and decorated with wounds. His work was known clearly from his signature mark, three shots; a shot in the head, in the mouth, and straight in the heart, the chilling preciseness of the wounds instilling fear in anyone who saw the cold, emotionless, steel look clouding over his eyes, as he’d cock his head to the side with a small smirk, observing his work.
For someone who seemed so emotionless and sociopathic, his stone heart held a lot of love for you, no matter how much he tried to hide it in front of others. You were strong, skilled, a valuable asset to the gang as well as his beloved, the one person who could soften his stone hard heart, who could melt away the cold glint in his eyes, replacing it with a warmth barely seen by anyone. He couldn’t help but let his mouth curl up onto a smile every time he watched you walk past confidently, hair bouncing effortlessly, your eyes always sparkling with an inquisitive, curious look. You could be just as ruthless as him when needed, the sparkle in your eyes glazing over and becoming steely, much like Yoongi. There was a reason why no-one had attempted to use you as a threat towards him; not only would you have found a way to murder them where they stood, Yoongi’s full wrath would truly be enticed out of him, leaving no-one standing, their bodies hanging as an example for anyone who tried such a stunt again.
That day, you left Yoongi reclined in his office to make some phone calls, waving at Jungkook and Jimin as you walked past, two of Yoongi’s most skilled hitmen. You confidently strode through the halls, spinning your favourite dagger in your hands, and eventually slipping out through the front doors of the huge manor house, making your way towards the safe house in the back. Peering around the place, you suddenly felt a prickling feeling on the nape of your neck. Something wasn’t right. You stopped in your tracks, cocking your head to the side as you analysed your surroundings, your posture defensive, dagger gripped tightly in your hand.
“If there’s someone there, you might as well come out now, does it look like I have all fucking day to play with you? Whoever ‘you’ is?” You spoke out, tapping your foot impatiently as you continued to observe your surroundings, listening intently for any noise.
“Well, I guess you caught me out, huh?” Jackson, a member of a growing rival gang, stepped out from behind you, chuckling darkly with a raspy tone. “I always knew I could never sneak up on you, too quick for me.” He tapped his nose with a wry smile, his eyes inquisitive as he looked you up and down, tutting at the glare in your eyes. He spun guns in both hands, tilting his head at you in a deceiving puppy-like way.
“What the fuck do you want? Get it over and done with, you piece of shit,” you spat at him, clearly aggravated by this trespass onto Yoongi’s premises. “It’s either, you get out now, or this knife is going straight in your heart, you’re testing my patience right now.”
Jackson simply chuckled at your words, one eyebrow raising in a perfect arch. “Too bad, wouldn’t want to hurt Yoongi’s girl, hm?”
You were so preoccupied with glaring Jackson down, you didn’t notice Jaebum soundlessly and stealthily approaching behind you, until you felt a strong hand clamping over your mouth, his other arm wrapping around your waist in an attempt to restrain you. You felt a fire quickly burning up in your chest, and you skillfully spun the dagger in your hand, stabbing back into Jaebum’s side, causing him to double over and release his grasp on you. You threw the dagger like a dart right at Jackson, aiming for his heart without second thought, but he was quick to dart out of the way, just about, his gaze now furious as he clenched his sharp jaw.
You were about to sprint back to the manor house, if another of their members hadn’t pressed a cloth to your mouth, the dizzying scent leaving your eyes fluttering shut, your body weakening and dropping like a stone onto the hard ground, your limbs crumpling uselessly as you lay in an awkward position, passed out.
Jackson gestured towards your unconscious body, the other men quick to scoop you up, carrying you away from the scene before someone caught on what was happening.
“Little shit,” Jaebum cursed, pressing his hand to the wound, and wincing at the murky, sticky red liquid dripping from his fingers. “She knows how to use that knife, why is it always me who has to restrain them, while you just stand there having the fucking time of your life watching?” He glared at Jackson, quick to follow the other men sneaking off.
“Stop complaining, just get Youngjae to patch you up when we get back.” Jackson rolled his eyes in retaliation, strolling off in the same direction, but not before peering back at the manor house with a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. “Let’s just see how long it takes lover boy over here to realise we have his girl.”
Yoongi’s hands shook violently, his eyes obsidian with how much they had darkened, flames seemingly flickering and licking up in his gaze, his stare piercing right into Namjoon’s soul as he stood there, shifting from side to side.
Namjoon sighed, pushing his plum coloured hair back with his slender fingers, his own gaze finally returning to rest back on Yoongi’s smouldering gaze, watching him clench and unclench his jaw in complete fury.
“Say that again… I dare you,” Yoongi threatened, his voice laced with a terrifying tone that was only ever heard in moments like this, when those he loved were threatened. When you were threatened. He swore he was going to kill those sons of -
“I said, Y/N is missing, she’s nowhere to be found, not answering any calls or texts, and we found this in front of the safe house…” Namjoon slid the small white card across the table, Yoongi slowly picking it up and spinning it in his hands, crushing it in his fist in realisation.
It was a simple white card, a single black hexagon in the centre, circling the number ‘7’. Yoongi’s fist shook harder, as he grasped the crumpled card in his hands, wishing death on all those who had just crossed him.
“Those fucking… they’re going to fucking pay, believe me,” Yoongi spoke coldly again, his gaze fixated on the desk, cogs whirring in his head as he contemplated how to get you back safely, into his arms, into the manor house where he’d make sure no-one could ever dare to hurt you again.
“Taehyung managed to track the bug he planted in her vest, he thinks he has her location… of course, it’s not going to be easy to get her back, they probably have the place highly secured, security guards watching any possible entrance to the place…” Namjoon assessed all the possible layouts of your whereabouts, only to be interrupted out of his thoughts by the sound of a fist slamming into the table.
“Whatever it takes,” Yoongi breathed heavily in anger, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration, slowly rising from his seat. “We save her, and teach those motherfuckers a lesson, got it?”
Namjoon simply nodded, pulling out his phone. “I’ll inform the others, gather a team, we won’t let them get away with it.” He smiled warmly in reassurance, dimples indented into his face as he left the room, leaving Yoongi tossing a book at the wall with a frustrated sigh.
“You fucking shitheads.”
You breathed heavily, your chest quickly rising and falling as you sat restrained in a rusty chair, the room dark apart from a dim light in the centre, shadows seemingly crawling across the walls as several pairs of eyes fixated on you. You hadn’t stopped cursing them out since they - with great difficulty - tied you to that chair, your eyes shooting daggers at them since then.
“Hyung, she’s so annoying, can we just let her go?” Bambam complained, earning a hit on the back of the head from Jaebum, much to his protests.
“Are you stupid? She’s our key to finally overtaking Yoongi’s gang, and taking all their shit,” Jackson leaned forward, a rather cheerful smile on his face considering the fact he was holding you hostage.
“You really think that’s going to happen?” You leaned forward in your seat, scoffing at the thought. Your mind had been racing with plans to get out of there, weighing your chances of escaping, and analysing the situation as you had been trained to do. While you kept them distracted with small talk, your hand was reaching as best as it could to pull out the spare dagger you always carried in your back pocket, smirking at their carelessness. Your hands were tied behind your back, allowing your body to shield what you were attempting to do, your hand finally clasping onto the cold blade. You began to hack at the duct tape keeping your hands together, the rest of your body remaining convincingly still, as you continued to talk at them.
“You think you can take over Yoongi’s gang that easily? You lot really are clueless as hell, huh?” You shook your head at them, your hands now free and working at the rope tied around you. You would’ve managed to free yourself, had the door not burst open, Yoongi standing there, leaning on the frame, one eyebrow cocked in curiosity. He was accompanied by his main men, along with some others, and you peered behind him at the carnage of bodies scattered in the hallway.
“So,” Yoongi nonchalantly swung his gun around his finger, his eyebrow still raised at their surprised faces. “You thought you could just kidnap my girlfriend and think I wouldn’t find her? Fucking idiots.” He yawned casually, stretching his arms out and pointing his gun right at Jackson. “Okay, I’m bored with you all.”
The first shot rang through the air, grazing Jackson’s arm as he dodged out of the way, and chaos soon ensued as Yoongi’s men and Jackson’s men began to shoot violently at each other, knives flying through the air, and bullets speeding. You managed to free yourself in all the mess, jumping up and kicking Jackson right in the crotch with your boots, causing him to collapse in pain.
Shots continued to fire through the air, Jaebum pressing his hand to a wound for the second time that day, except this time it was located right above his heart, his eyes rolling back into his head as his body collapsed, lying limp on the floor. Jackson cursed at the sight, clutching his own wounded arm as he tried to fire everyone down, and yet he stood almost alone, all his members either dead or too injured to fight.
“Give it up,” Yoongi pointed the gun at his head once again, tilting his head and cocking his eyebrow at him. “You won’t last a fucking day without the rest of your gang.” You helped up some of your own injured members during the exchange, helping to usher them out and glancing back at Yoongi.
Jackson glared at him, coughing up blood and groaning in pain as he clutched his arm, stumbling from the pain. He glanced around at the carnage around him, sighing as he realised he’d have to admit defeat.
“Let this be a warning to you, you fucking touch any of my gang again, and I’ll make sure you’re not standing either.” And with that, Yoongi walked out with you in tow, ducking expectantly as Jackson attempted to fire at his head, Yoongi spinning around and shooting his other arm too.
A man with a nasty habit of suing the EPA now leads it, because why not?
Congrats, America: We now have a Senate-confirmed administrator of the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) again.
Oh, except that administrator is Scott Pruitt, the former Oklahoma attorney general who sued the EPA multiple times over what he sees as its overly aggressive environmental regulations. Plus, he denies the mainstream scientific conclusion that human emissions of greenhouse gases are the primary cause of global warming.
Pruitt has also questioned the dangers of mercury contamination and other hazardous substances the EPA is in charge of regulating. His record is so one-sided that the Sierra Club calls him simply, “… The most dangerous EPA Administrator in the history of our country.”
Pruitt’s reputation as an agency foe eager to give states more autonomy in regulating air and water pollution, combined with the EPA transition team’s gag order of the agency, has instilled so much fear among the EPA rank-and-file that agency scientists were among the thousands of people calling their senators on Thursday urging them to vote no on the nomination, a rare step for federal employees to take.
Pruitt, along with Secretary of State Rex Tillerson and Energy secretary nominee Rick Perry, all have expressed views doubting climate science findings, and each of them are in charge of agencies deeply involved with the U.S. response to the global issue.
EPA administrator Scott Pruitt.
During his confirmation hearing, Pruitt said he does not quite agree with the vast majority of climate scientists whose work has shown that greenhouse gases are causing global warming.
“I believe the ability to measure with precision the degree of human activity’s impact on the climate is subject to more debate on whether the climate is changing or whether human activity contributes to it,” he said.
“If you don’t believe in climate science, you don’t belong at the EPA,“ said May Boeve, executive director of the climate advocacy group 350.org, in a statement on Friday.
What happens now?
Pruitt is expected to try to dismantle large parts of the EPA’s portfolio of regulations and science research put in place under prior presidents, particularly the Clean Power Plan, which aims to cut carbon pollution from coal-fired power plants. Without that plan, the U.S. cannot live up to its commitments under the Paris Climate Agreement.
However, Trump may be poised to pull the U.S. out of that pact entirely, which would make dismantling the Clean Power Plan easier. Trump is also expected to sign executive orders as early as Friday that would begin rolling back the EPA’s climate change work, though it’s easier to order that than it is to actually accomplish it.
Remarkably, Pruitt was confirmed only hours after a judge in Oklahoma ordered the release of nearly 3,000 emails between Pruitt and fossil fuel companies from his time as attorney general.
We’d like to congratulate Mr. Pruitt on his confirmation! We look forward to welcoming him to EPA.
Senators never got a chance to factor those into their decision-making.
Senate Democrats tried in vain to delay the vote to allow senators to see the emails, which stemmed from a state lawsuit filed by the Center for Media and Democracy and the American Civil Liberties Union of Oklahoma. Those organizations were concerned about Pruitt’s cozy relationship with the oil and gas industry there.
Pruitt’s backers, including mainstream Republican groups like FreedomWorks, see him as an administrator to will try to get red tape off the backs of business owners, despite studies showing that the EPA’s regulations don’t stifle job growth.
A 2014 New York Times investigation already established that Pruitt often did favors for the oil and gas industry, particularly for major donors to the Republican Attorneys General Association. These included writing letters to lawmakers and the EPA seeking regulatory changes.
In the end, Pruitt won confirmation narrowly, on a 52 to 46 vote, garnering the most "no” votes of any EPA nominee since the agency was founded in 1970.
Here is the masterpost of Top Ten requests I’ve received for the Rivals series but haven’t answered yet. It will be updated weekly to let people see if I’ve received their request or not as the Top Tens take longer to write than answering asks. The list also goes from newest to oldest so I am writing them from the bottom to the top:
Top 10 times when Viktor dreamt of Yuuri or Yuuri dreamt of Viktor
top ten fluffy things that happened before they were in a relationship
How about a top ten best sex ever?
Top ten (or 5) drunk Victor and Chris moments?
Top 10 times Chris and Phichit had to team up.
Top ten things that surprised Yuuri or Viktor about each other after they moved in together /
Top 10 little things Yuuri/Viktor only found out about each other once they were living together
“Top 10 moments with animals”
top 10 of Yuuri Katsuki’s hidden talents that left Victor on the floor /
Top 10 Yuuri Katsuki talents? /
top ten about Yuuri’s unexpected talents that will make Victor more in love.
Top Ten times someone trashed Yuuri on social media and Viktor instilled the fear of God into their hearts
“Top 10 times Yakov preferred Yuuri Katsuki to his myriad of skaters with more drama in their pinkies than the Kardashian family combined”
Top 10 Moments of Katsuki and Nikiforov Flirting When They Are Supposed To Be Doing Official Things Instead
Top 10(5) times Yuri P. shows his love for Victuuri
The top 9 times Viktor acted as Yuuri’s guardian angel
top ten times Viktor wasn’t the playboy prince? Kind of like different times in public or in interviews Viktor just stop being all cool and collected in favor of embrassing the Extra.
10 or snippets of publicity events/photos that Viktor and Yuuri do together
Top ten fantasies Viktor or Yuuri had of each other before getting together
Top ten times viktor and yuuri were couple goals/
10 times Viktor and Yuuri were THE power couple
top ten times victuuri were caught being adorable in public?
Top 10 phone call/Skype session snippets while they’re living apart
Top Ten things people belatedly realized were serious competitions TM when Yuuri won them
top 10 Mari/Fam Katsuki and Yuuri moments
top ten times coaching Viktor was too hard, by Yakov
Top Ten (or top five if it’s too much to ask) of occasions in which jealousy takes over Viktor? Possessive/jealous Viktor?
Top 10 reactions to Victor Nikiforov cutting his hair short.
10 times yuuri and phichit pretended to be a couple /
top ten list of times yuuri and phicit acted like a couple
top 10 times yuuri and viktor have been interrupted while in a “compromising position”
top ten times viktor broke the internet? :) and/or top ten times viktor surprised everyone outside of skating?
top 10 times yuuri had to admit viktor wasnt so bad / top 10 times yuuri really wanted to hate viktor but couldnt/
Top 10 Times Yuuri cheered Viktor up
Top 10 times Yuuri and Viktor were the most cuddly people in the world
top 10 yuuri and phichit moments in collage or in general??
Top ten times fan speculation got uncomfortably close to the truth
Top ten times VIKTOR was petty af (to go with Yuuri’s top ten! We all know they’re a matched set in pettiness).
Top 10 kinks people know Yuuri and/or Victor has and how
they know it?
Top ten hardest things about being Yuuri’s coach, by
Top ten of Yuuri Katsuki’s greatest achievements according
to Yakov Feltsman?
Top 10 petty Yuuri moments!!! /
Top 10 times Yuuri was savage af / Top 10 times Yuuri totally sasses someone
Top 10 moments when Viktor was extra af (whether he was
flashy with gifts, outfits, affection etc)
‘top 10 times yuuri has surprised viktor in so many ways you
Top Ten Times Viktor and Yuuri Shut Down the Haters/
top ten times Victor and / or Yuuri acted protective of the other
top 10 moments where Yuuri unknowingly (or knowingly) said
or did something that made Victor blush in public (and was caught by fans)
a top 10 or top 5 of the nastiest fandom wars that ever happened
around the years on the internet in the Rivals verse and why they happened
Top 10 of “proof” that weren’t proof at all and screamed
JUST FRIENDS but people used anyway to support their notps (Yuuri/Phichit and
Viktor/Chris) or you know that select few annoying people in every fandom that
can’t see two guys even standing next to each other without shipping them and
always read too much into literally ANYTHING
Top 10 assertive/confident Yuuri moments.
Top ten reactions from other skaters regarding victuuri
top ten times yuuri’s smile/laughter broke the internet
top ten list of times Yuuri was far too precious for this
What would your response be to ppl saying that Clarke betraying the Grounders in the last episode is exactly like Lexa leaving the skaikru in Mt. Weather? I haven't watched this season so idk all the details of what went down with that bunker business and my hunch is that those ppl (i.e. blarkes) are once again twisting/over simplifying things to demonize Lexa/prop up blarke (they think the purpose of the "parallel" is to bash Lexa and present Bell as the real hero who will "correct" Clarke)
My response would be filled with very impolite words but I’m not gonna do that. Instead, I’m just gonna explain how that parallel not only is wrong, but it’s nonexistent. People are so busy demonizing characters that they miss what the show has been literally screaming at us for a few episodes now.
So, if you pay attention, you’ll notice how evident it is that the parallel everyone is looking for isn’t with Lexa, but instead, with the Mountain Men.
But let me go in order. Throughout this season (and even before if we consider all the interviews on this topic) it has been made clear what Clarke’s approach to the upcoming apocalypse would be: try to save everyone. No more Grounders vs Skaikru, us vs them. She transcended tribalism, as it was repeated more than once. Now, while I do believe this is something Clarke already had in her (not as much as some people in the fandom seem to think, but that’s a story for another post), this progress has been shown as a consequence of her relationship with Lexa. Even ignoring the romantic aspect of it for a moment, they did change each other for the better, and Clarke witnessed Lexa’s vision of unity and peace.
Now, we get to season 4, and not only Clarke is grieving for Lexa, she wants to honor her as well. Throughout the season, Lexa is mentioned multiple times in relation to Clarke, and in a positive light. To make some examples
– She and her legacy are recognized and honored even by past enemies. (x)
– Clarke wants to try to save not only just her people but everyone, as many as she can. Admirable aspiration, which is recognized as something Lexa believed in as well, something she would be proud of. (x)
– We’re yet again reminded of Lexa’s vision. She made the Coalition. She wanted unity because she wanted peace and safety for all clans. Also in this same scene, Indra mentions that if Lexa were there, the other clans might have followed her, and also that Lexa was the only reason a war hadn’t happened before. So, we see that Lexa’s presence could have avoided several conflicts and problems during such a critical situation. So again, a positive mention. (x)
Now, we’ve seen Clarke being very much in line with Lexa, which has been shown a good thing. But there is another scene Lexa is mentioned in that is worth talking about. The discussion between Clarke and Roan in 405. (x)
The first time in s4 we see Clarke possibly reverting back to tribalism, it is portrayed negatively. Roan literally calls her out. And yes, it was a backup plan, but Clarke’s face during Roan’s speech makes it pretty obvious that there is some truth about her in what he is saying.
Now, why did I mention all this? Because I needed to make clear how Lexa and her vision and her legacy are being showcased. Again, in a positive way. Because what Clarke chose to do in 410 wasn’t influenced by Lexa, it wasn’t a parallel to Lexa’s betrayal in 215. It was a parallel to something else, to someone else. Who?
Dante Wallace. More in general, the Mountain Men.
Honestly, it’s right there. Literally spelled out by the show, and more than once.
Clarke has good intentions. We’ve seen it throughout the season. But also the apocalypse is coming and the stakes are insanely high and she keeps on losing hope. We see how all this is taking a toll on her, how it’s literally eroding her, and the harder it gets the more she slips back into a “we have no choice” mentality. We’re not supposed to see that in a good light. We’re supposed to be disturbed. And here comes the negative parallel.
First, episode 408. Clarke decides to test the nightblood and radiation on the grounder scavenger, finding some sort of moral consolation in the fact that he’s a horrible person who tortured Emori (she doesn’t know it’s a lie). When the truth is revealed, Emori is chosen as the next one to test/sacrifice. This time, Clarke has no excuses. Nothing other than humanity will die if they don’t find a solution. Now, what other people would have been doomed to death (by radiation nevertheless) without committing unspeakable acts in order to ensure their survival? That’s right. The Mountain Men. The parallel becomes even more evident when Luna refuses to give them other bone marrow and they knock her out, strap her down and take it by force. As Raven says (x)
In this particular case, the final outcome is less grim than it could have been. Clarke doesn’t go all the way, she decides to inject herself instead of doing it to Emori. Through the episode, we see her being plagued by what she is about to do. She can’t even look at Murphy, we see her doubting her own choice, meditating on it. And eventually, she chooses not to do it. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that she ends up changing her mind after Roan mentions Lexa. Lexa is a reminder of what she’s been trying to accomplish, of who she’s been trying to be. At least, that’s how I see it.
And once we get to Clarke injecting herself, she repeats Dante’s words. “I bear it so they don’t have to.” In doing what she does, she retains some of her morality, but also, it’s the first sign of the direct correlation being established between Clarke and Dante. When you think about it, she is doing what he was planning to do if his people had eventually left Mt Weather. He wanted to stay inside, to sacrifice himself. Here, Clarke is sacrificing herself as well.
And finally, we get to 410. Clarke’s “transformation”, so to speak, is complete. Now, I’ll try to make this as evident as possible going step by step.
At the beginning of the episode, she’s still holding on to her plan/ethic (we have to try to save everyone).
Enters the threat of Luna.
Jaha instills fear about the death of their people.
Clarke initially ignores it and goes to talk to Roan but he won’t listen.
Clarke makes up her mind and decides to steal the bunker.
This is 410. Now look at 215, from Dante’s perspective.
Dante has been refusing to have any part in the killing of the 48, which means he’s holding on to his ethic.
Enters the threat of Lexa and Clarke, ready to break into Mt Weather with an army.
Cage instills fear about the death of their people.
Dante initially ignores him.
Dante changes his mind and suggests a plan to save his people (deal with Lexa)
It’s so incredibly linear. Clarke and Jaha become a mirror image of Dante and Cage. And to make sure it’s clear, at the end of the episode, Octavia literally says
This is the parallel. This is the negative influence. Lexa is nowhere to be found here, if not in the fact that by doing this, Clarke, who wanted to honor Lexa’s legacy, is now literally betraying it. She has turned into what used to be the Grounders’ and Lexa’s greatest enemy.
That’s it. This is what I think that scene and Clarke’s arc are supposed to mean. To analyze it further, we can only wait for next episode, when we’re going to see the repercussions of this choice and we’re probably going to delve into Clarke’s psyche much more.
In regards to Bellamy, again, I think the best thing to do is to wait for the next episode to air and then see.
But this is my answer. I hope I made my thoughts clear enough.
If I was doing marketing for a Six of Crows movie series, my promo posters for Crooked Kingdom would say “Six Become Five” and none would feature Inej. Not because I don’t love her, but because I want to instill that fear that oh god, maybe she’s dead.
Then halfway through CK we get Inej back, and all seems well. That was a stupid tagline, people will think. Six is still six. Some might even count Kuwei as a seventh. Dumb posters, they will think.
But for some, the tagline will nag at them. And by the end, they will know what it means. They’ll all know what it means.
In April 2014 Craig Scott (the brother of Rachel Joy Scott, the first victim at Columbine), wrote a letter to Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris, He wanted to forgive them, even if they killed his sister Rachel.
—————————————————————————————————- “Eric and Dylan, It’s been fifteen years since you came into our school armed to the teeth killing 13 people and wounding 24.
In approaching the school, the first person you killed was my sister,
Rachel Scott, she was 17. Before you killed her you asked her if she
believed in God, she answered “yes” and you opened fire. It was
April 20th 1999, this year the anniversary falls on Easter Sunday where
my family will celebrate our time together and honor our faith. If
Rachel were here today she would be painting Easter eggs with our
sisters and playing with our nieces and nephews. She, at some point, would look me in the eyes and tell me to smile more and not take things too seriously. She was an incredible teenager who has changed the lives of millions all by little things she did for others and the writings she left behind in her diaries. The truth about her is that she would have forgiven you for your hateful actions, so do I.
many people around the world watched on television of students running
out of the school, police approaching, and sobbing pupils. Before the
camera crew arrived, I was in the library where you were slaughtering our classmates as if it were a game or movie you had watched again and again.
At gunpoint you bullied and made fun of us. Crouching under a table
remaining silent, I saw you shoot two of my best friends. The last thing
Isaiah heard were racial slurs. You both left the library for a few
minutes giving us a chance to escape. I yelled out at the students to
escape with me and helped pick up a girl who had been shot. After
escaping, you returned to the library and put an end to the massacre by
taking your own lives.
That day my life changed forever. The next two years I carried a lot of hate and anger fantasizing on how I would have got revenge on you, had you been alive,
and at times closed myself off in isolation. It was making me more like
you. Then I decided to go on a mission to South Africa. It was one of
Rachel’s dreams. There I met the man who enlightened me. 17 members of
his family had been killed and despite the profound pain he spoke with
me, he shared his story and did it with serenity. That day I understood that I had to break the chain of hate you started and the only way was to share with every one.
I had to travel a long path to forgiveness to free myself from your
shadows. Now not only do I feel free but I speak about a powerful story
that rose out of the ashes - a message that my sister left behind. The
biggest antidotes to anger and hatred are kindness and compassion. Your
darkness gave light a chance to be seen.
A month before the
shooting, you were in your parents’ basement pointing to a camera with a
gun saying, “We need to get a f**king chain reaction going here.” At
the same time, one month before, my sister was in her english class
writing a paper about her values and beliefs, “I have a theory that if
one person will go out of their way to show compassion it will start a
chain reaction of the same.” Both of you spoke of a “chain reaction”
but while yours ended with suicide, Rachel’s lives on with us as we
share her story with millions of kids each year. My sister’s unfairly
short life continues to have a huge impact on others.
you. We met once when I was in 8th grade and you were in high school.
Your presence instilled fear in me. We were at a mutual friend’s house
and you were on the computer looking up plans to build a pipe bomb,
little did I think that a couple years later I’d find myself under a
table protecting myself against such a bomb. We even played basketball
together, there you seemed like “normal people”.
There are those who say you started the slaughter because you were bullied and ostracized in our school.
If I could go back to that day on the basketball court, I would talk to
you, I would ask you why you acted the way you did and I would try to
make you understand that it’s not all like it seems. I would tell you that the solitude you felt was the same that many others feel and that it all passes.
Eric and Dylan, what you did that day didn’t solve anything. You didn’t do justice with those guns, you stole the dreams and futures of 13 innocent people, like my sister Rachel. Today
I forgive you because I know that hate only creates hate, and I cannot
let you take away my smile, you’ve already taken my sister.“
If this letter is already on Tumblr, please send me a message and I’ll delete it, don’t report. I‘ve never see it, but maybe someone has already posted it.
Yuri!!! On Ice, Avatar: The Last Airbender / Legend of Korra AU headcanons
Yuuri is the avatar and earth is his native element (so he feasibly could be born after Korra)
He knew he was an earthbender early on, but he found out he was the avatar after discovering his ability to freeze over water as a child
He showed this trick to his friends Yuuko and Takeshi. Takeshi was a little bit more tentative, but Yuuri and Yuuko had a grand ol’ time sliding across the ice UNTIL…
Tragedy strikes!! Either Yuuko or Takeshi falls through the ice or something and THOUGH SHE ENDS BEING UP OKAY, the incident stays with Yuuri, instilling a deep fear of water and blocking his ability to bend that element
Eventually Yuuri starts traveling around the world to train. He struggles with air a little bit (since it’s the direct opposite of Earth). His friend Phichit, a fellow airbender trainee on Air Temple Island, helps him through it
When it’s finally time for Yuuri to master water he’s anxious AF. Phichit comes with him to the Northern Water Tribe as moral support (because airbenders are nomads!!! also yay BFFs!!!)
Yuuri is supposed to train under Waterbending Master Yakov BUT INSTEAD WHO GREETS HIM WHEN HE DISEMBARKS???
YOU GUESSED IT. A GORGEOUS, SILVER-HAIRED WATERBENDING MASTER WHO EXCITEDLY PROCLAIMS HE’S GOING TO BE YUURI’S TEACHER
Meanwhile Yuuri is freaking out because he assumes this means Yakov hates him already and can’t be bothered to work with an avatar who can’t waterbend (though admittedly Yakov might not know about that…)
Georgi, Mila, and Yurio are also waterbenders chillin up north w/ Master Yakov, mostly because I can’t bear to separate the Russian Nothern Water Tribe Drama Squad
Yurio spars by bending water into giant ice claws, bc of course he does Mr. Ice Tiger of the Northern Water Tribe
(Yurio is also an exceptionally good healer, something that he loudly resents but quietly appreciates when Yuuri occasionally gets banged up during training)
Victor tries some, uh…unconventional methods to unlock Yuri’s waterbending
Including a lot of stripping and attempts to share body heat (”but yuuuuuri you’re not used to the cold!!!!”)
At some point Victor drags Yuuri out into a canoe in the middle of the night so they can do some soul searching together. Yuuri FREAKS OUT but reluctantly going anyway.
They end up lying in the canoe in the middle of the ocean as Victor explains the connection between the moon and waterbending and the ocean spirit and etc. etc.
It’s while lying there, gently being rocked by the ocean and listening to Victor’s voice, that Yuuri realizes water can be safe and soothing. He slowly overcome his bending block after that
Yuuri’s begins to associate water with Victor. This makes it easier for Yuuri to trust his bending (because he trusts Victor!)
Also they pair skate at some point. bc why not.
As to why Victor ends up training Yuuri instead of Yakov…
Yuuri moves super fluidly when he bends, which seems unusual for someone with earth as their native element. He bends as if he’s dancing
This catches Victor’s attention. Though Yuuri doesn’t realize this, Victor saw him bend once prior to him coming up north. Victor immediately thought “omg he already moves as if he IS water, i NEED to be the one to train him, i’m the only one who can tap into his potential!!!”
Victor pesters the shit out of yakov until he acquiesces. (”Fine Victor you can train him for one lunar cycle, but if he can’t move water by the next full moon I’m taking over”)
Also it’s feasible that Victor knew Korra when he was really really young. She recognized his potential early on and told him to look after the next Avatar for her.
Ok. So since a friend and I are wanting to write some Evfra fluff/ smutt, I decided I needed to go back to the game proper and get a feel on his personality.
He isn’t what I thought he was going to be.
Going into planning for this fic, I expected Evfra to be super salty just… all the time. He was made of salt in my head. And this was probably because I hadn’t actually paid that much attention to him past his introduction the first time you meet him.
Between 1984 and 1985, a ruthless serial killer that became known as the “Night Stalker” instilled fear into the hearts of Southern California residents. He entered homes at nights where he would dispose of any men in the house before sexually assaulting, and quite often killing, the women and ransacking the house. Age was of no consideration to this ruthless killer: he raped and killed children and he raped and killed decrepit elderly ladies. Not following much of a particular modus operandi, he used a wide variety of murder weapons. He slashed throats, he bludgeoned, he shot, and he stabbed. On one brutal occasion, he gouged the eyes out of one of his victims.
The downfall of the Night Stalker commenced after the August 25 murder of Bill Cairns and the sodomy of fiancee, Inez Erickson. As he was fleeing, a neighbourhood boy spotted him and reported him to the police, taking down the registration number of the car in which he fled. Three days later, the aforementioned car was discovered discarded in Los Angeles. A run of the registration confirmed that it was a stolen car. The car was delivered to the Orange County Sheriff’s Department where it would be vehemently combed for evidence.
Chemical fumes were pumped into the car and as a result, hidden fingerprints reacted to the fumes and turned white. After the fumes dissipated, the fingerprints were investigated with a high-power laser ray. The fingerprints were then analysed and flown to Sacramento, where an Automated Fingerprint Identification system had just recently been installed. The fingerprints uncovered from the car were run against the database of previous offenders.
Lon'qu is a skilled swordsman hailing from the northern nation of Regna Ferox. Trauma from his past instilled a fear of being near women, so he has a very brusque attitude when he has to work with them. He is committed to his art and hones his fighting skills constantly. As a peculiar side effect, he’s become very good at potato peeling.