military saying

Agent Orange is a an old war weapon used to slowly destroy unsuspecting countries with aftereffects that lasted years and years after it was stopped. Calling Trump that is very appropriate.

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The US Launched Air Strikes Against Syria To Punish It For Using Chemical Weapons
Thursday's military action came after a whirlwind week in which the US's policy towards Syria changed several times.
By Nancy A. Youssef

The US military launched strikes inside Syria Thursday in retaliation for the regime’s suspected chemical weapons attack earlier this week, marking the first US strikes targeting the Syrian government since its civil war erupted six years ago.

A defense official told reporters Thursday evening that more than 50 Tomahawk missiles were launched targeting Al-Shayrat air base in Homs, using two US Navy destroyers. The strikes, taken against the base where the chemical attack was launched, appeared to be largely symbolic in nature.

The US military has yet to say whether the initial strikes were part of a sustained campaign or an isolated attack. But US officials had signaled they hoped to launch a strike campaign that made clear that the use of chemical weapons is unacceptable but stopped short of further escalation.

Trump, who once vowed to not get involved in Syria’s civil war, ordered the strikes just 77 days into his term.

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Holy shit this is like reading the Hunger Games….you don’t know when you’re bias is gonna be chosen

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China says war between North Korea and the US could break out “at any moment”

  • China urged the United States and North Korea on Friday to step back from the brink, warning that war over Pyongyang’s nuclear testing could be imminent if the countries don’t de-escalate tensions.
  • “We call on all parties to refrain from provoking and threatening each other, whether in words or actions, and not let the situation get to an irreversible and unmanageable stage,” Chinese Foreign Minister Wang Yi told reporters in Beijing.
  • The dire warning comes amid fears that North Korea is readying another nuclear test, possibly as soon as this weekend. 
  • Senior U.S. officials have said the U.S. is prepared to strike North Korea if they believe the isolated country will carry out the test, and have two destroyers capable of launching a missile attack positioned in the region.
  • Trump has vowed to “properly deal” with North Korea if China does not, and his administration has warned that its “strategic patience” with the country has run out. Read more (4/14/17 11 AM)

anonymous asked:

So I have a character who learned how to use a longbow when she was a child to hunt. My question is two-tiered: one, in what ways would that impact her physical development; and two, would this help her if she needed to use a bow against people?

Strong shoulders, strong arms.

In all honesty, the bow is a weapon you build to as a hunter. The first weapon she’d have learned was the sling. More useful for small game, and you can be deadly accurate with it. The David versus Goliath story in the Bible isn’t actually a joke or overblown. A child taking down a grown adult with a rock and a sling is entirely plausible if said adult isn’t wearing a helmet. The sling is the weapon of children everywhere, shepherds and hunters. In many parts of the world, they still use it. It’s also better for small game. Katniss would’ve done better braining the squirrels with a sling rather than a bow, like children do.

As a child, she’d be trained on a child’s training bow and work her way up the different types of bows practicing on a single target. The longbow is a weapon that requires a fairly hefty amount of upper body strength to wield, and she’d have to work and train up into her early teens before she was allowed to use it for hunting. The amount of strength you can draw dictates how far the arrow flies and how deep it penetrates. Depth of penetration is important, as is how far the arrow flies. Both define how close you need to be to your target in order to be successful. Herbivores don’t stand around waiting for a predator to kill them, and carnivores might just decide turnabout is fair play.

So, most of her childhood was spent on dummy duty with her bow as she learned to clean and care for it. Learning to stand, and that’s a whole series of lessons. Learning how to string the bow, learning how to hold it, learning to draw before she was ever allowed to shoot.

What whoever was training her would set her on before that is the other skills, and she’d act as a gopher for them the way all apprentices do. Following behind the older hunter, carrying their equipment, watching them and acting under their direction. You can’t hunt if you can’t find game, and you can’t eat it if you can’t clean it.

Hunting comes with a necessary subset of skills which allow the hunter to work. They don’t just go out into the woods and kill shit then come back. It requires patience. It involves waiting in one place for an animal to come by, sometimes for days. Traps, tracking, reading sign, learning to move through the underbrush without disturbing it, hiding your scent, etc.

Your hunter will catch more food that they eat on the regular with snare traps set for rabbits and other small game than they will with the bigger game like deer. Bigger game takes more investment, more energy, and a lot more luck. There’s also a higher chance of injury.

There are plenty of herbivores that won’t go down quiet, deer included. If your hunter hits wrong and they sense/smell them, there’s always the chance they won’t run and will come right in after the hunter. Animals have “fight or flight” too, and a doe can gore you just as well with her hooves as a buck can with his antlers. Any poor soul chased up a tree by a moose or just gut checked by a horse can tell you, herbivores are assholes. On an unlucky day, they’ll kill you just as well as a carnivore and that’s if you can find them at all.

The chances of managing a “one hit kill” with an animal like a deer are low and, even if you land a killing blow, they’re not just going to fall over dead. You’ve got to be able to follow it, recover the body, and kill it as it lies there bleeding out on the ground if necessary. You’ve also got to have some way to carry it back. Then, there’s the risk you run with whether the herd animals will return to the same place or move somewhere else if too many of their number die. If they do, and they’re your primary source of food, then you’ve got to move with them. Nevermind that there are quite a few animals a bow is simply no good for, like bears and boars. Where you need other tools like dogs and spears.

Hunting is a complicated business, and it doesn’t come with any guarantees.

Now, those skills do translate over well on a certain level to dealing with humans. Though, it’s not the weapon skills so much as the other less flashy ones. Many scouts in medieval armies, for example, were hunters of one sort or another. As were the foragers tasked with feeding them. The ability to tell how many people passed, where they passed, and what they brought with them from the tracks left on the roads or in the hills was a valuable ability. The ability to move through the woods without being seen, to hide your passing, to tell who is breaking trail, and to find their camps was also helpful.

The Ranger class in DnD is built on the hunter. You want a character who has more in common with Aragorn than Katniss. Aragorn uses a bow, but it’s not his only weapon.

The reason for this is that the bow isn’t a great weapon for close quarters. More importantly, it takes time to prepare. You don’t travel with it strung, as that wears out the string. If the string is no longer taut when strung then you can’t fire the bow. You don’t travel with the wood left to the elements. It needs to be wrapped, and packed away. Constantly be oiled to maintain its elasticity/limberness so it can be drawn. A dried bow is a bow you can’t pull, no matter how strong you are. You also can’t get it wet. It’s a weapon which takes a lot of prep in order to be used, a lot of care, a lot of maintenance, more than average, and a lot of hard work.

When you’re in, say, a military or part of a raiding force that knows its attacking then that’s great. Or someone who is on watch for certain periods during the day and will be relieved by another, that also works. Or when you’re sitting alone in the woods waiting for an animal to come by. However, the necessary prep time a bow requires is a lot less helpful when you’re taken by surprise.

By the time you’ve taken it out, unwrapped it, strung it, you’re dead. The enemy was also probably too close for the bow to really be of help anyway. Its a weapon which requires distance. Awesome when you’re pegging people from the ramparts, halfway up a tree, or fifty to a hundred feet off. Less so when they’re standing over you, axe in hand. The traditional role of archers in a military structure is artillery, and not that different from how we use the modern one. Their purpose is bombardment, they soften up the enemy so the vanguard can break their lines and kill them.

There is one kind of single combat the bow is useful for: stalking.

The bow is a silent weapon, and when used in a hunter-stalker mode, can be terrifyingly effective. It’s a stealth weapon, meant for ghosting in and ghosting out as you pick your enemies off. However, this kind of combat requires a proactive mindset and a willingness to get your hands dirty.

It’s also vindictive and, from the perspective of most modern morals, it’s cruel.

Humans are no more lucky than animals when it comes to hunting. The bow is the slow death. No character, no matter their skill level, is going to be guaranteed clean kills. However, what they do get is debilitating blows. An arrow through an arm, a leg, or better a lung, is going to take enemies out of the fight and if they’re not dead yet then potentially another one with them. Harassment is the order of the day. The slow path of carving off opponents, damaging them so they can’t fight back, following as they try to run, before moving in for the kill.

It’s a predatory style of combat, it is (really) just hunting. Hunting humans instead of animals. The terrifying form of combat that haunts so many horror movies. It’s psychological warfare.

However, it’s the kind of combat that takes time, patience, and a strong stomach. It’s up to you to decide if that’s the kind of combat you envisioned for this character to participate in. Or the kind of story you want to tell.

People embrace the Predator and Lara Croft from Tomb Raider (2013), and countless others that have this particular combat style.

It might, however, behoove you to consider coming up with other weapons this character has familiarity with. From knives, to traps, to fishing lines, to other more improvised weapons built on the fly. This character has a range of options within their skillset, and there’s no need to stick to just one.

Also we have a bow tag, and an archery tag for past discussion on this subject.

-Michi

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Interview With Eric’s Friend

In the 18 years since Columbine, there has been a fair amount of new information about Dylan Klebold released mostly by his family. This gives us more insight into his mindset and what type of person he was. However, hardly anything new has been released by Eric’s family or friends. He remains largely a mystery, as his family and friends have kept silent about him. Now, I realize that the transition from child to teenager changes people drastically, but any insight into the mind of Eric Harris at any point in his life can provide a more complete view of who he was as a person.


 Can you tell me a little about your childhood up to the point you met Eric?
-How old were you when you met Eric Harris?
-Can you recall the first time you met him?

I met Eric when I was about 9 or 10 years old.  The first time I met him was during my first baseball practice.  I’ve already told you the story of that day, so I won’t re-tell it unless you’d like me to.

How close would you say your friendship was with him? Were there any defining moments in your friendship?

I won’t lie and pretend that we were best friends or anything.  He was a grade above me in school, so he had more friends that were in his own grade, so we only would hang out or talk during recess or outside of school hours.  We did stay over at each other’s house once or twice maybe.  In hindsight, the biggest thing that stands out is how he reacted when he accidentally hit me with a baseball at my first practice. It’s quite a thing to think that he was so upset and sorry that he had hurt me at practice, then fast forward to seeing him on the news during high school.

In a few sentences, how would you describe Eric’s personality during the time you knew him? Was he a nice person, or mean?
-Do you recall any of his interests? What sort of things did you two bond over?


He was a really normal kid from what I knew of him growing up.  He wasn’t some obnoxious kid, nor was he overly shy.  He was very vanilla, in a good way. Around that age, most kids liked playing outside since there were always so many kids living on the air base, and video games.

Where did Eric rank on the social totem of the elementary school you two attended? Was he considered popular? Unpopular? Somewhere in between?

My recollection of Eric was as a very middle of the road kid.  I never recalled him getting picked on during recess or by other kids in the neighborhood.  He wasn’t mean to other people, at least as far as I can remember.

Did you ever meet Wayne and Kathy Harris or any other members of Eric’s family? If so, what did you think of the family dynamic/atmosphere of the household?
-What was his relationship with his father like? His mother?
-Have you ever met Kevin Harris? If so, what did you think of him?
-Do you have any memories that stand out of the Harris family?


I couldn’t say what his relationship was like with his parents behind closed doors, but I remember his dad or mom being at little league practices and games, which wasn’t the case for all of the kids growing up.  I don’t recall his dad being “that guy” who would yell at his kid from the stands or anything like that (my dad was “that guy”).
I was never really around Kevin, so nothing stands out about him to me.
Our dads worked together in the military, so they already knew each other before Eric and I ever met.

Did he ever give you any indication that he was violent or unstable? If so, could you elaborate?
-Did he bully anyone in school, or was he bullied?


No, there was nothing I saw that would have ever indicated that he was violent or unstable, which is why it was so shocking to me when I saw him on the news.  I don’t recall him ever bullying someone or being on the receiving end of it.

Do you have any specific memories that stand out of Eric? We’ve heard about the little league story, I’m wondering, are there any other memories that come to mind?

I just remember him being a nice kid, overall. The little league story only stands out now in light of what happened with Columbine.  If not for that, I wouldn’t really have any story that stands out about him.


Did Eric ever speak about wanting to do anything violent, or said anything weird along those lines?

No, he was not an angry kid when I knew him.  I definitely would have remembered him saying something outlandish, even if Columbine hadn’t happened. 

Did you keep in contact with Eric after he moved away?

We ran into each other on occasion at Plattsburgh, since both of our families moved there, but again, he was at a different school and we didn’t see each other much.  No internet back then, so I completely lost track of him after Plattsburgh.

Are there any inaccuracies you have noticed in the media/culture surrounding the persona of Eric Harris?

I’ve only seen the part of Bowling for Columbine that pertains to the kids from Oscoda that were interviewed. I was off at college during that time, so I wasn’t aware of the interviews after the fact.  I wouldn’t have agreed to be on camera talking about it, because that’s just not who I am.  I will say that at least one of the kids interviewed seems a little “iffy” to me.  I know it’s bad to say, but Eric’s father was a high-ranking officer, so I have a difficult time believing that he would have been in the same social circle as some of the kids interviewed.   Not to say that Eric would have thought himself better than them, it’s just that he wouldn’t have been in the same circles by virtue of his circumstance as the child of a military officer.  I can’t say with 100% certainty that the people interviewed in the documentary were lying, but i’m skeptical.

What are your personal thoughts/opinions of Eric Harris and the Columbine massacre? What do you personally believe led to Eric and Dylan killing their schoolmates and then themselves?

Growing up in the air force, you move frequently.  After the base in Wurtsmith, we moved 2 more times.  At Wurtsmith and then Plattsburgh, I was a relatively popular kid and did not have any real social issues with people.  At the very last base we moved to, I was instantly a social pariah and picked on incessantly. It’s a weird thing to go from one end of the social spectrum to the other, just based on the air base you’re at, but it can definitely happen.  The last move completely scarred me socially and I still have issues based on the experience.  I think it’s completely possible that Eric experienced this when he moved to Colorado, possibly even before that, when he moved to Plattsburgh.  I rarely saw him there since we were in different schools.  It would not surprise me if he didn’t start getting bullied until after he moved to a new base.  It can be that simple that someone is a regular kid who gets along with people at one air base and then moves to another where you get bullied constantly and completely change your mentality.

Thank you all so much for your interest in this interview! Hope you enjoyed the read!

things that make you a good ally;
• attending protests
• signing petitions
• raising/donating money to lgbt charities
• listening to lgbt people about their experiences
things that don’t automatically make you a good ally;
• having a gay otp

unpopular opinion

shiro isn’t hopeless at household chores and cooking. he’s a decent cook and keeps things military neat and clean

Military Wife from H*ll

I work at pretty much one of the only 24/hr diners in my area. Cozy little place with (relatively) cheap food that can remind a person of home with three brand new tvs playing the news (One America, granted, but oh well). Manager is a bit of a hardass and sometimes I wonder if they actually know how to properly run a restaurant but pay is pay. Most of my coworkers are usually friendly (although I have horror stories galore of both them and customers).


But you’re here for the meat of this paticularly Incident. About Military Bitchaloid (as we choose to call her). She comes in once a week, usually on a Friday or Saturday during the overnight and is EXTREMELY picky about her food.

Cooked to long? Sent back.
Plated just askew? Sent back.
Undercooked? Sent back.
I didn’t smile when I set the plate down? Sent back. (May God strike me dead if I’m lying about this one)

Being picky and demanding about food is nothing new though, comes with the job as far as I know. What she does next though….

When it comes time to pay she proudly presents me with a military ID.

Now, two facts come up here:
1. Boss/owner/overlord says Military Discount is only for Active. (Most of us ignore the active part cause how can Overlord ever know, right?)
2. Discount can only be applied to the military person’s meal. Not anyone else’s. It also doesn’t apply to drinks, desserts, or alcohol.


The lady’s ID isn’t for active military, it’s for a military dependent (basically she’s the wife of a military person. Who isn’t even present.). No sweat though, I tell her it only applies to her food.


She flips, says if it doesn’t specify as such in the menu then it’s illegal to claim otherwise that whole shebang. I wanted to tell her that the menu doesn’t even offer a military discount (it does offer a senior discount for 70+). Night manager doesn’t want to deal with her and says to just give her the discount this one time so I do. She also demands the owner’s name and number (I give front desk and day manager’s name. She never calls)

Fast forward next week. Woman comes back, has friends with her. They eat and I bring them the bill (no discount because you have to ask first). She asks for a menu again and when I bring it she has the money in her hand and tells me that she’ll give me the money once I show her where on the menu it specifies the military discount is on the military person’s meal only. Again, I’m struck by the urge to tell her the lack of any information regarding a military discount but I hold my tongue and say it isn’t in the menu. Triumphantly she demands I put it on the whole ticket to which I respond I’ll have to get prior approval and go to my night manager. Manager doesn’t want to deal with her since we are having out weekend after bar rush so we give it to her. Woman again demands owner’s name and number so she can complain about me having ‘an attitude’ and for 'being incredibly difficult’. (Again, she never calls).

Fast forward a week, two days ago (the 25th, sorta) and the woman comes in. Super demanding on her order (biscuits cold and plastic wrapped on the side, gravy in its own container). Military Bitchaloid is only getting that so I don’t say a thing when she presents her 'military ID’ (I feel terrible for her spouse). I put in her order, apply the discount, and move to slip the menu back onto the shelf under the counter when she asks if they fixed that little 'mistake’ on the menu about the military discount not applying to the whole ticket.
Something in me snaps and I just flatly inform her that I am to side with the exact wording of the menu. I give her a second to give me a gloating smile before I inform her that means that we do not offer a military discount. At all.

This woman gets PISSED at me. Actually spat on me, told me I was stupid. I leave her to her seething to get her food (so she’ll leave). We ran out of the Togo bowls so the gravy was put in a Togo cup instead and I take a second to tip it side to side to test if it will spill. I mutter “that worries me” and pull out the tape to tape the lid shut and her hear her say “your shitty personality should worry you more.”

It took everything I had not to scream at this entitled bitch, and the cook who was watching told me it was pretty badass of me to just smile, nod, hand her the food and wish her a nice rest of the night and not acknowledging her spiteful insults or comments at all. Oh, and she refused to talk to the night manager and demanded the owner’s number. Manager said they legally couldn’t give it out (true, and like mentioned before I never gave her the owner’s number, just the front desk). Manager told her she could call the front in the morning and talk to the day Manager. Woman demanded their name, to which my manager declined citing privacy laws.


The bitch never called and I’d bet my paycheck I’ll see her this coming week as well.

audinolol  asked:

companions react to a sole who's.... really not good at taking care of themselves but takes good care of their companion and is kinda self destructive and covers it up with jokes.

Cait: “Hey.” She catches their arm one day and turns them around to look at her. “I know you don’t give a fuck, right, but I do. If you go off and fuck yourself up, who’ve I got to keep me in line, hm? Take things a little more seriously. I… I know I’m not a good example of taking care of yourself, but think of it this way - whatever I’d do, don’t.”

Codsworth: “Mx. Sole, I don’t know why you’d joke about such things.” He almost takes it as a capital offense, especially since its his job to look after them. “Missing meals is not amusing! You’ll lose weight, and in the Commonwealth you must understand that…” It’d be cute, if his genuine worry didn’t make Sole feel so damn guilty.

Curie: “Perhaps you could use a nurse, yes?” She’s tentative. She’s a doctor - she might not be able to diagnose the sickness, but she can see the symptoms. But she doesn’t want to make any rash judgments. Instead, she smiles at Sole’s jokes and gently suggests that perhaps they have something to eat, and relax a little? If Sole takes care of her, it’s only fair that she takes care of them.

Danse: “There’s something I was taught, in the military,” the paladin says sternly. “It’s all well and good to try and help your comrades. But you come first. You can’t be a war medic with a broken leg.” He plants his hands firmly on the table and looks them dead in the eye. “If you have a problem, we will deal with that problem. But I won’t see you sacrificing yourself for my sake.”

Deacon: It almost makes him uncomfortable. It’s too close to who he is. To what he is. Right down to his distrust of intimacy and two-handed finger guns. It’s a coin flip, to be honest. Heads, it’s too much for him to bear, and he leaves, with a wooden excuse neither of them believe. Tails, and Sole becomes the best friend he’s ever had, because they’re the one person who understands him.

Dogmeat: He might be a smart dog, but even he can’t fully understand what Sole’s dealing with - or rather, what they’re not dealing with. But he can always sense unhappiness, and he does his best to comfort Sole when they’re in a bad place, or just need a little friendship.

Hancock: Sole reminds him too much of how he was as a kid. All sass and ass and no thought for what people would do when he was gone. He’s never one to patronize or try to “teach” Sole anything, but he takes them under his wing. Passes on a few tips and tricks for when you fuck up a relationship or forget to bathe for a few weeks. He comes to think of them as part of his family.

Nick Valentine: He’s not the best at all that “human” stuff, either, though he at least has an excuse. He takes on the role of a father figure, trying to keep them on a schedule, or think of themselves as much as they think of their friends. “You think you’re helping me,” he says one day, frustrated. “But every day I see you destroy yourself - in whatever way - it hurts me just as bad.”

MacCready: At first, he doesn’t notice, mistaking their destruction for deprecation. But, over time, he gets worried. “H-Hey, uh. I don’t- I don’t know if you really want to hear this from me, but… When I see you, uh, not giving a shi- crap, about yourself, it looks bad on me, you know? Because I like you, but if you don’t like you… it feels like you’re putting me down for being your friend.”

Piper: Considering how much she looks up to Sole, it pains her to see their lackluster attempt at taking care of themselves. “Don’t you care?” she shouts, half-angry, half-sad. “You’re- You’re you! God, without you- where would I be? Where would everyone be?” She reaches and clasps Sole by the shoulders. “You matter. Now, start… acting like it, damn it.”

Preston: It’s hard to have high hopes about saving the Commonwealth with someone who gets anxiety whenever expectations are levied on them. “Sole, I…” He sighs, presses his lips together, and starts again. “As a soldier, I don’t think you’re ready to have others rely on you. But as your friend, it doesn’t matter where you are - in your head - or not. You can rely on me.”

Strong: There’s not much one can do or say to Strong to upset him. Recklessness in battle translates to fun, in Super Mutant. He doesn’t understand eating habits or relationship trouble. He’s just happy to stick by Sole’s side, blissful in his ignorance.

X6-88: “Sole.” He catches their hand, just as they’re about to do something stupid. “Being a bodyguard is made rather difficult when your charge  insists on finding danger where there is none.” He releases their hand. “You’re not saving yourself by giving into your fear, by becoming the person you think you are. You’re better than that. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t be here.”

anonymous asked:

Kylo Ren is forced to leave the Finalizer, abruptly ending his growing relationship with Hux, and begin intensive training on multiple planets across the galaxy. Three years later and Kylo makes his return to the First Order ship immediately looking for Hux. But what he finds is an emotionless, heartbroken man who also happens to have a new robotic arm due to a battle gone wrong. The guilt Kylo feels is overwhelming.

Kylo hadn’t wanted to leave in the first place.

The Supreme Leader had been adamant, insisting that the training he wanted Kylo to complete could not be done on board the Finalizer, the place where Kylo most wanted to be.

Conquer the elements,’ Snoke had said. ‘Overcome nature’s harshest of storms and most hazardous terrains, and you will come closer to the Force. Go.’

It would mean travelling across the galaxy, finding planets that harboured the conditions that he needed to survive until he could return to his master successful, which had meant leaving Hux, meant terminating their budding relationship before it has time to bloom.

Hux hadn’t shown much emotion when Kylo had broken the news to him the night before he was due to leave. In fact, Hux hadn’t shown any emotion at all, just simple acknowledgement and then sex. Quiet sex that was usually loud and filled with passion: Hux just seemed to lie back and let Kylo get himself off before sleeping silently side by side.

With nothing more than a quick goodbye—Kylo had hesitated for a moment before leaving, wondering whether to kiss Hux, something to remember him by, but Hux hadn’t so much as opened his eyes as Kylo had dressed—Kylo had left the General’s quarters, knowing that he has to get over this relationship quickly if he were to succeed in his training, and return to Hux as quickly as possible.

That had been 3 years ago.

Kylo’s orders are to return to the Finalizer to resume joint command with General Hux, though Snoke had made a jibe that, with Kylo’s new strength and his triumph in his recent training, Kylo is leagues above Hux and his lack of Force-sensitivity.

Kylo had agreed with his master, fighting the urge to defend Hux and his exceptional mind.

He flies to the Finalizer at maximum speed, finally allowing himself to think of Hux again, having tried to blank him out until his work was done, the desperation to merely see Hux again almost overwhelms him. As Kylo arrives and steps down from his Command Shuttle, his gaze darts around the hangar bay searching for Hux, expecting him to be stood in his usual authoritative stance to greet Kylo from his mission.

But Hux isn’t waiting for him; he isn’t even in the hangar bay.

Kylo is grateful that he has his mask on; he’s able to hide the intense mix of sadness and anger in his eyes.

Without even hesitating, Kylo marches off, his new robes flowing behind him, and begins his search for Hux.

The bridge, the meeting rooms, his quarters. The last place that Kylo needs to look is Hux’s office, and he even finds himself hearing a strange distortion through the Force as he nears the door, and he knows that Hux is inside.

Kylo doesn’t knock—he’s never knocked—before entering, immediately seeing Hux sat at his desk.

But something is frightfully amiss. Kylo can sense it.

Hux’s face is slightly obscured by the light blue hologram of a grand star destroyer floating above the desk, but Kylo can see the dark circles under his pale eyes, his red hair slightly longer and merely brushed back out of the way rather than combed military-style.

“Ren,” Hux says, monotone, with a quick glance up from his datapad and straight back down again. “Can I help you with something?”

Kylo can’t help but feel pierced by the coldness of Hux’s tone.

“I expected you to be in the hangar for my arrival,” he replies, voice distorted by his mask, hiding his upset.

“I’m busy.”

Kylo gives the holographic blueprints a quick look before fixing his gaze back on Hux.

“So I see.”

The room falls completely silent, the air between them cold and tense, and Kylo has never felt less powerful in his life.

“If there’s nothing else, Master Ren, then I’ll have to ask you to leave me to my work,” Hux snaps, even pointing to the door, but the gesture makes Kylo feel like he’s staring at the fierce end of a gun. Deciding that Hux seeing his hurt eyes will aid his cause, Kylo unclasps his helmet and removes it, suddenly feeling much more vulnerable.

“Hux, don’t be like this, I didn’t—“

I said,” Hux spits, flattening his palms on the desk as he stands up, head hanging between his shoulders. “Leave me.”

Kylo’s chest hurts. “I already did.”

Hux visibly shakes as though physically hurt by Kylo’s words. The emotion is rolling off of his consciousness in tsunami-like waves, threatening to knock Kylo out if he concentrates too hard on their source. Too suddenly for Kylo’s liking, Hux moves, storming away from his desk and taking long strides towards the ‘fresher door on the other side of the room.

Kylo leaps forward, grabbing Hux by the hand before he can get away, but he’s unnerved what he feels.

Hux’s hand is freezing cold, fingers thinner and sharper than Kylo remembers. And he remembers.

“What…” Kylo mutters, looking down at Hux’s hand, terror surging through him.

Hux doesn’t stop him as he eases his jacket off, sliding it down over his arms until he’s left in just his undershirt, revealing the true extent of his injury. From the middle of his left bicep, Hux has a cybernetic limb, bare of synthskin, gold metallic skeleton on show for the galaxy to see.

Hux is naturally left-handed.

Kylo feels as though he may faint, his mind and heart and soul consumed with guilt.

Hux,” Kylo gasps, subconsciously tightening his grip around Hux’s robotic hand. “I…I’m sorry—“

Don’t.” Hux turns finally, revealing a black eye and a split lip, stitching on his forehead. “Don’t you dare fucking apologise to me, Kylo. You chose to leave me, just when I was falling—“

Hux bites his lip, flinching as he catches his cut with his teeth, and shakes his head. He yanks his hand out of Kylo’s grip and wraps his natural hand around his robotic bicep and rubs it slightly as though trying to warm it, and Kylo feels his eyes brim with tears.

No, Hux, no,” Kylo says, voice breaking. “I wanted to stay, but my training, it was—Snoke said I had to go. I thought you understood.”

Hux sighs.

“I thought I did understand you,” Hux replies. “But it appears as though I’ve never been more wrong in my life. Get out, Ren. It’s too late.”

No!”

Kylo sinks to his knees, shoulders shaking as he tries to hold back his sobs, but fails. He kneels in front of Hux, somehow wanting to show his anguish, wanting to show how willing he is to go to the ends of the galaxy for Hux, but he realises it just makes him look weak.

“Ren,” Hux says, tone seemingly calm, hiding a storm. “Get up.”

No,” Kylo says through gritted teeth. “Never. Not until you know that I would never abandon you. Armitage. Please, understand.”

Kylo reaches his trembling hand upwards, seeking out Hux’s cybernetic, latching on tightly once he finds it. The fingers twitch slightly in Kylo’s palm, and he guesses that Hux isn’t yet used to it, movements still slightly stiff.

“Kylo, stop. It’s a waste of time. Get up.”

No! Hux, please.” The tears on Kylo’s cheeks are hot, burning his skin, but the only feeling he concentrates on is Hux’s cold fingers against his sweating palms.

Carelessly, Kylo scans the edges of Hux’s mind, searching for the incident, the battle that took Hux’s arm from him. When Kylo sees it, he wishes he never looked. The battle had been fierce, only thirteen days ago, Hux with the ground squadron, fighting nobly against the attacking clan.

The grenade. The explosion. The pain.

The guilt is consuming him, suddenly seeing Hux lying under a cold light in the medical wing, writhing in pain as the medics try to sedate him, left arm already unsaveable, lost in the blast.

Ren! Help me! Please!’ Hux cries, gritting his teeth, overcome by pain. His eyes unfocus as drugs begin to consume him, his body relaxing on the examination table, uttering four desperate words before an oxygen mask is strapped over his mouth. ‘Come…home…Love…you.’

Kylo comes back to himself with an anguished shout, burying his head against Hux’s thigh, squeezing his hand.

“My fault,” he cries. “I’m sorry, Armitage, so sorry, I should’ve been there, I failed you, but please, don’t leave me, not like I left you, I can’t bear it any longer—.”

For a moment, when Hux pries his cybernetic hand from Kylo’s grip, Kylo expects it to contort around his neck to crush his windpipe in payment of his failure. He can’t help but gasp and recoil when the metal hand strokes through his hair softly. He looks up as the cold fingers caress his cheek.

“I can’t feel you,” Hux says, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Ren. I can’t feel you.”

Hux falls to his knees too, sitting opposite Kylo, hand still on his cheek, caressing it, as though he believes that if he tries hard enough, he’ll be able to feel the smoothness of Kylo’s pale cheek with his metal fingers. Chest aching from sorrow, Kylo reaches for Hux’s other hand and brings it up to his cheek.

You can,” Kylo says, his own hands cupping both of Hux’s, voice shaking though he tries to keep it strong. “See? I’m here. Right here, Hux. Stars, I’m never going to leave you again.”

Hux opens his mouth to reply but a cry escapes instead, and he suddenly lurches forwards, flinging his arms around Kylo’s neck to cry into his shoulder. Kylo holds on tightly, guilt surging through his veins, constricting his heart until he swears that its quick thrums are chanting Hux Hux to him, one final taunt of his weakness.

“Ssh, Armitage,” Kylo soothes, rocking him gently. “You’re safe. I promise.”

“Ren…”

Hux’s natural hand slides up to grasp the hair at the nape of Kylo’s neck, pulling at it, combing it through his fingers, and Kylo slides his eyes closed, defeated by his guilt.

Kylo knows that the kissing and affection will come later. Now, Hux needs him. And he isn’t going to fail Hux again.

He calls you just to hear your voice.
He calls you before he goes underway.
He calls you before deployment.
He calls you when he has a rough day.
He calls you when he misses you.
He calls you just to say I love you.
He calls you just to tell say your beautiful.
He calls you just to say hi.

If it’s for 5 minutes, an hour, or all night if he can. He calls you, because he loves you and misses you too.

@voltron-against-child-soldiors aka the only anti blog i like.

this is very inportant. children shouldn’t be in the military, and anti-shaladins saying “everyone is bellow 18” are gross for thinking that way, because they aren’t portraying child soldiors!!

It was confirmed by Lance’s voice actor on twitter that Lance is 19, and it’s been said that Keith is the same age as Lance. Hunk has to be around their age because he was dorming with Lance and was in the same classes as him (from what we’ve seen). Keith also knew Shiro in the garrison before he got kicked out, so Shiro had to be around their age, making anti-shaladins wrong again. Pidge is the only exeption. She joined the garrison younger then anyone else so she could find her family. We don’t have any proof on her age, but I’ve personally seen her as 16-18.

So stop saying the paladins are minors, they aren’t.

triggeredmedia  asked:

You know who armed the Syrian rebels to start this war years ago when she was Secretary of State in order to oust Assad? You think that same person wouldn't escalate it much more than Trump?

Taking out Assad has always been the US position, and I never said Hillary wouldn’t have taken any action against Syria, including military, what I am saying is I don’t trust Trump - who is a pathological liar and lack any foreign policy knowledge and experience and constantly question intelligence he doesn’t like - to have launched this attack with the best evaluation of intelligence and best judgment, never mind having a clear strategy in Syria, which he doesn’t have.

No one is debating that the chemical attack in Syria is done by Assad to his people and that is a violation of international law. BUT YOU’RE KIDDING YOURSELF if you believe Trump did this - after directing his Sec of State and UN Ambassador to say US is staying out of Syria and banned Syrian refugees form coming into the US - coz he had a sudden epiphany and change of heart when he saw pics of children suffering and dying from a chemical attack. 

It is more likely that he did this more because of his policy or intentions towards North Korea, and him doing this while the President of China is visiting is no coincidence.

It is also more likely he did this as his approval rating plummets and investigations on his connection to Russia escalates. 

Even now his policy on Syria is unclear and lack no direction, and even GOP in Congress don’t even know what it is. The White House is saying this attack is just a one time thing, but they also are saying this is a start to take out Assad and calling on “civilized nations” to join America in doing so. It can’t be both.

While it is also a violation of international law, it still doesn’t give US permission to act unilaterally, not by the UN, not by any treaties, not by any AUMF given to the President by Congress. Executive power on launching military attacks since 9/11 has been murky to begin with, but any current AUMF only allows the president to act without congressional approval to fight terrorism against Americans, not to punish governments for using chemical weapons. 

And we are still getting reports on what this attack actually accomplished, but Gen. McMaster himself has said this attack won’t prevent any future attacks to Syrian people by Assad. Russia, who was using that same base in Syria, where sarin was allegedly stockpiled and the chemical attack was launched, was given forewarning by US, and left before the bombs dropped. And I’m not making a point against allowing people to evacuate before launching an attack- civilian or military, but only Russia, who is complicit to the chemical attack and might even have direct involvement in it, is the only one that got forewarning and probably took with them any chemical weapons Syria might still have stockpiled in that base.

And there are eyewitness reports that SYRIAN OFFICIALS evacuated equipment ahead of the strike.

Part of hillary’s idea of taking out air fields is not just to destroy bases but to get rid of jets that Assad uses to either drop bombs or chemical weapons on his people. But so far, no reports on ANY SYRIAN JETS were taken out:

So you can’t convince me that Trump’s response to Syria did any good in the short term aside from a show of US military power and making a political statement, and in the long run won’t do any harm to Syrians, to the rest of the region (there are already reports that next time the US attack Syria, Assad will attack Israel).

YES the US and the international community should have done something to help Syrians five-seven years ago, it should do something to help Syrians NOW. But that doesn’t mean going to war to Syria or taking actions that puts our thumb in the Syrian civil war with no clear strategy aside from desire for political posturing and just so Trump can say he did something with his red line when Obama didn’t - which btw, the same action Obama wanted to take in 2013 BUT WITH CONGRESSIONAL APPROVAL, but Congress DENIED him. Now it’s the same Congress praising Trump for taking action without much thought (HE WASN’T EVEN IN THE SITUATION ROOM!) coz it’s their guy in the White House and he absolved them from voting for another AUMF or a war.