on these two occasions

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“I don’t know if I’m well equipped enough to do this, you guys,” his voice ran over the speaker, and Jihoon scoffed, the hacker clacking away at the keyboard in front of him. 

“It’s your first job, Hansol, if you don’t take the leap now, you never will,” Jihoon replied, monitoring the cameras of the museum.

“Yeah, and it’s not like you’re losing your virginity or anything, so just relax,” Jeonghan’s voice rang smoothly on the other line, and Hansol choked, Jihoon snickering at him.

“Don’t make my life harder than it already is, yeah?”

Since that moment, he’d been through four different heists, eight robberies, and two occasions of nearly being caught, but Hansol still saw no appeal in any of the treasure in that room.

Rather, the only object of fascination he sought was the person guarding it outside. They paced the spot in the front of the door, waiting to leave. After all, the museum’s doors did lock after nine.

And every spy knows that trying to sneak into a museum after its hours is asking for a dance with death.

(And a few lasers, too.)

And so Hansol tried to steady his breathing, doing his best to lay low in the cramped, dusty and tight air ducts.

The light that shone from the duct let him see enough of his watch to know that he had a minute.

Wait for the signal… wait for it..

“Now.”

The lights in the room shut off, and Hansol swore he heard the door close as he bust through the shaft with his foot, sinking slowly down into a part of the room’s corridor.

Within a few seconds after his entrance, however, Jihoon and Jeonghan on the other line began to panic.

Why are the lights turning back on?!” “Why can’t I disable the cameras?!” “Abort, Hansol, abort—!”

The line cut out, and all one could hear was pure static.

Soon enough, the lights flashed, and Hansol grimaced, knowing he probably looked like a deer caught in headlights.

He didn’t have time at all to try and escape as he was hit roughly in the head with something unrecognizable, and Hansol fell forward with a thump, falling unconscious.


He wasn’t sure how many hours had passed, but Hansol awoke with a gasp, staring into a bright light that he forced his head down at, seeing blue spots in his vision.

His gear was still on, though his earpiece had disappeared, and a lot of the equipment on him was gone, leaving him in a black bulletproof bodysuit, mostly. Shifting, he felt a slight edge in the side of his suit, and recognized the shape of his emergency pocketknife. 

He was sat in a chair, one with his arms restricted. Steadying his breathing again, he used his fingers and felt for his other hand.

“Rope,” he muttered. “Diagonal lashing knot. Two inches thick. Not impossible to get out of, but not easy, either.”

While fiddling with the knot that restrained his hands, Hansol took into notice his surroundings.

Small room. 9x12. Two exits. One window, but it’s not a window. Two-way mirror. Almost like a police interrogation room. No doubt there’ll be guards outside.

Feeling an edge of the knot loosen, he groaned, feeling sweat roll down his face.

“I really messed up this time.”

Hearing the door behind him unlock, he stiffened. “Quit struggling. You’ll only make this worse for you if you try to escape.”

They walked around him, and a folder was slammed on the table in front of him.

“Hansol Vernon Chwe?”

Hansol regretfully looked up, much to his dismay.

“This was not how I planned on getting my heart broken.”

anonymous asked:

high key can u give me a rundown of ur fav wacky wwii shenanigans

Okay friends today we are gonna learn about the GHOST ARMY, which, disappointingly, was not actually an army made of ghosts

pictured: the unit patch for the Ghost Army, which is DOPE AS FUCK



see one of the things that made WWII so fucking nuts was the totally bizarre level of technology. Like wow we invented the first real computer and radar but also if you wanted to see how many troops were hanging out somewhere you had to send a dude to fly over and take pictures manually??? this left A LOT of room for shenanigans


so the normal method of dealing with aerial surveillance was to cover shit with camouflage netting. Say you’ve got an nice air base that you really don’t want any bombs dropped on- you literally just cover that with a ludicrous amount of netting and some fake trees and BAM now it looks like just an empty field from the air

there’s a building under that weird lump


that’s cool! That’s really cool! But not cool enough


At some point somebody sat down and went “hey wait. What if…what if instead of disguising buildings and units as fields, we disguise fields as units”


holy fucking shit!!!


the British had used a bunch of fake tanks and like, boxes of provisions stacked up in tank shape and then covered with a tarp in 1942 during Operation Bertram and it worked really well, but they didn’t have a special unit devoted to just clowning on the Germans like that.


so the US military decides they do want a designated clowning unit and goes out and recruits a bunch of fucking nerds from all the art schools and makes them into the 23rd Headquarters Special Troops aka THE GHOST ARMY, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU USE ANY OTHER NAME LIKE SERIOUSLY


the ghost army’s job was basically to go in, sidle up to a real unit, and then basically set up a fake version of that unit while the actual unit sneaked away to go dunk on Nazis where the Nazis weren’t expecting them


okay time to get into the really cool part of this story, which is HOW the ghost army faked being a real unit:


step 1: INFLATABLE TANKS AND AIRCRAFT OH MY GOD

that’s a big ol balloon!!!


the ghost army had a stockpile of inflatable tanks, aircraft, artillery, cars, whatever, that they would set up and then poorly cover with camouflage netting so from the air it looked like someone had just done a real shit job of hiding actual materiel. They even had dummy soldiers that they would set up to make the scene look populated, since the ghost army itself was about 1,000 dudes regularly imitating units of 30,000 men


what’s really cool is that visual deception was more than just the inflatable stuff itself. If the ghost army plopped down a balloon tank, they then also had to go out with shovels and rakes and shit to make a fake track that a real tank would have left, because it turns out tanks are really hard on your landscaping


step 2: “spoof radio”


the last couple of days before the real unit moved out, the radio operators of the ghost army would move in. see, radio transmissions were done in Morse code, and it turns out every radio operator has a slightly different “fist” when typing Morse. A “fist” is basically typing style- some people would take longer to type out certain letters or would have pauses between groups or anything like. Anybody listening to the radio transmissions who was skilled enough could tell different radio operators apart from just their fist


anyway the ghost army operators would move in and basically listen to all the real unit’s radio transmissions until they had learned the real operators’ fists. Then they would take over radio traffic, imitating that fist so it seemed like the real operator had never left. I forgot to make this section funny because I was too caught up in how rad it is SORRY


step 3: making a lot of noise


the ghost army had special trucks fitted with huge fuck off speakers and a whole library of stock sound effects. Once the real unit left and the fake unit inflated, the sound trucks would come in, select a combination of sound effects that matched the unit they were impersonating, and then played everyone in the 15 mile radius of the speakers their fire mix tape


step 4: fuckin partying!!!


see the thing about impersonating your own units is that other allied units would know about it and might talk about it where enemy collaborators could hear. So the ghost army had to fool the Germans but they also had to fool their own army. Every time they impersonated a new unit, the ghost soldiers would paint that unit’s insignia on all the fake materiel, make fake signs with the unit’s name and colors, and sew the unit’s patches on their own uniforms


once they were dressed up as soldiers from the impersonated unit, the ghost army dudes would go into town and mingle with other soldiers from actual fighting units nearby and hang out in bars while loudly saying things like “YES HELLO I AM DEFINITELY A REAL SOLDIER FROM THE WHATEVER DIVISION, ABSOLUTELY FOR REAL STATIONED ON THAT HILL OVER THERE”




so anyway this bunch of weedy American art nerds staged 20+ battlefield deceptions between 1944 and the end of the war, sometimes fooling that Germans so successfully that they actually got shelled


I'mma leave you with this quote from the book “The Ghost Army of World War II” by Rick Beyer and Elizabeth Sayles, because it’s a quote from an actual member of the Ghost Army and that alone makes it funnier than anything I could ever write:

On another occasion, two Frenchmen on bicycles somehow got through the security perimeter. Shilstone managed to halt them, but not before they had seen more than they should. “What they thought they saw was four GIs picking up a forty-ton Sherman tank and turning it around. They looked at me, and they were looking for answers, and I finally said ‘The Americans are very strong.‘”

some very very good vimes facts™ i have picked up while rereading jingo
  • absentmindedly strikes matches using sgt. detrius, who is made of rock, on multiple occasions
  • murmurs sarcastic clapbacks under his breath during official city council meetings, while vetinari glares at him. the saltiest bitch in the game
  • allergic to paperwork, apparently solely because he can’t stand his coworkers spelling and/or punctuation from hell
  • thinks “so are we gonna have a war or what” is appropriate diplomatic dialogue
  • literally so noir that he takes extra unofficial patrols to stand in the rain at 3 in the morning and brood 
  • and fucking loves it
  • honestly doing his best to work against a lifetime of ingrained prejudices. not perfect but t r y i n g
  • fluent in latatian (discworld latin) or fucking close enough for a guy with presumably no secondary education
  • doesn’t give a shit about the laws of space and time, just the good old laws of ankh morpork. get that supernatural shit outta here 
  • can toss his sword high enough to spin three times and still catch it by the handle
  • “a watchman is a civilian you inbred streak of piss”
  • will only eat food which Sybil has burnt beyond recognition cooked over the flame of a live swamp dragon
  • so in love with his wife, gets really flustered every time she speaks
  • a knight, but incredibly embarrassed about it
  • by the end of this book pretty much the second most powerful man in the city, being a duke in a kingdom with no king, and still really embarrassed about it
  • ghost rides the whip piloting a boat through a deadly thunderstorm on not one but TWO separate occasions (here and in snuff), still doesn’t know how the fuck boats work
  • calls the prow of a ship ‘the sharp part’
  • i can’t let this go by without mentioning this sonofabitch also ARRESTED TWO OPPOSING ARMIES and then his OWN TYRANT in order to stop a war like how incredibly Extra–
  • fuckin made me cry again guys ive read this book like ten times
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The Dakota Access pipeline has sprung 2 more leaks

  • On Tuesday, the Associated Press reported that the Dakota Access pipeline has already leaked on two more occasions in 2017 — bringing the total number to three since Trump ordered the project’s completion.
  • On March 3, 84 gallons spilled from a leak in Watford City, North Dakota, where two sections of the pipeline connect. 
  • Oil flow was “immediately” cut off to contain the spill, and contaminated snow and soil were removed without any damage being done to local wildlife or waterways, AP reports.
  • A smaller leak of 20 gallons occurred two days later, on March 5. 
  • The second leak happened in rural Mercer County, North Dakota, the result of an above-ground valve malfunction. Read more (5/23/17)

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anonymous asked:

when lance was in the healing pod and pidge was right up against it and blushing. i think about that daily.

yO! listen both of them have blushed at each other on two occasions okay 

exhibit a. ( you can say it’s the glasses but look at her 2 seconds later when she’s not looking @ my boi lance )

exhibit b. 

again disappears if she aint looking at lance

exhibit c. 

exhibit d. 

i’m not saying they have a crush on each other but they have a crush on each other. 

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Okay I love this scene and I want to wax lyrical about it for a mo.

Because it’s so gentle.

So often in media, when (on those rare occasions) you do see two men kiss, it can be rough, or aggressive, or fiercely passionate. Which is fine, depending on the circumstances (although sometimes it is jarring if the intensity of the kiss is disproportionate to the scene.)

But this is so soft and warm and lovely.

And they easily could have played it different. We’ve seen the badass that James can be, the strength and violence he has in him. They so easily could have turned this into something fierce, something possessive and manly.

But it’s not. It’s gentle and slow and full of joy and relief. And that’s such a wonderful thing to see in a series that is so often full of pain and blood and violence.

I just love this scene a lot okay?

anonymous asked:

I can't believe we got two episodes in a row of such blatant Deancas what is happening

what i’m having a hard time digesting is that they aren’t trying to disguise it like they normally would?

  • they don’t have sam reacting the same way at all in the slightest
    • like, we didn’t get an emotional scene where sam calls his mom and tells her he’s spun out
    • why is dean so spun out and sam’s just like “let’s go work a case”
    • i mean usUALLY they try to mask the deancas by giving us samcas 
    • even the ONE TIME sam called cas it was just so that he could come back to dean and be like “damn u right, he really isn’t answering his phone”
  • dean keeps doing and saying things that are, as i’ve said before, LINES THAT JENSEN USUALLY WOULD WANT TO CHANGE IN A SCRIPT. he has on at least two occasions changed lines in a script to be less “romantic” but apparently giving his good ol’ best buddy a mixtape didn’t set off his romantic buzzer? 
    • talking about not recognizing the guy staring back at me didn’t set it off? 
    • calling his mom and emotionally telling her how spun out he is didn’t set it off?
    • frankly, i’m disappointed in nesnej
  • USUALLY, there’s some other reason for dean to be worried about cas besides………………..dean loving cas
    • yes, i know cas is fucked up right now and dean is worried about that but like? they didn’t even try to make dean worried about lucifer jr and the possible 87th apocalypse. he was straight up only worried about cas. 
    • not to mention the 17 episodes prior to 12x19 where dean had no clue what was going on with cas, didn’t really need him for anything, and was simply calling him over and over because he was worried about him.
  • USUALLY they wouldn’t have dean and cas straight up say what they mean
    • now it’s like “i feel like a failure and need to bring u a win” and “i’m mad because i’m worried” and “you mean WE like YOU AND ME like WE are a family ????” and “it’s a gift u keep those” and “i love you”
    • like especially the mixtape thing, it could’ve been really easy for cas to give that back to dean and dean could’ve been like “thanks man” and instead he’s like IT’S A GIFT I GAVE IT TO U AS A GIFT
    • they have never canonically given each other anything as useless as a cassette tape just for the sake of gift giving
    • i got off track here
    • why all the sudden are they being so honest with each other where was the fucking warning sooperblop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • usually they’d have some third party being like “you’re in love with humanity” or “cas has this weakness he likes you” and now they’re just ???????????????? direct, face-to-face contact
    • what happened to them being afraid to put dean and cas alone in a room together
    • no seriously
    • since when can dean imply that cas stole the fuckin colt from underneath his pillow and we all just kind of roll with that
    • what universe did i get beamed into

Comet PanSTARRS and the Helix Nebula : Its rare that such different objects are imaged so close together. Such an occasion is occurring now, though, and was captured two days ago in combined parallel exposures from the Canary Islands of Spain. On the lower right, surrounded by a green coma and emanating an unusually split blue ion tail diagonally across the frame, is Comet C/2013 X1 . This giant snowball has been falling toward our Sun and brightening since its discovery in 2013. Although Comet PannSTARRS is a picturesque target for long-duration exposures of astrophotography, it is expected to be only barely visible to the unaided eye when it reaches its peak brightness in the next month. On the upper left, surrounded by red-glowing gas, is the also-picturesque Helix Nebula. At 700 light years distant, the Helix is not only much further away than the comet, but is expected to retain its appearance for thousands of years. via NASA

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anonymous asked:

Dude can you do a continuation of the sparrow thing where hanzo gets nicknames at overwatch and his reaction to it

Heck yeah I can, and I’m gonna make it McHanzo-flavored to boot

—–

Hanzo follows Genji to Overwatch after a couple of months, after the knowledge that he lives has eaten too far into him to ignore. Genji is wary, as he should be, but nonetheless incredibly pleased that Hanzo has joined him.

The first time Genji calls him Brother, for the first time in ten years, Hanzo excuses himself after and has a panic attack in his room.

People in Overwatch are … friendly. More or less.

They all start with that distrust of him, that is true, and he doesn’t blame them one bit. He is surprised they allowed him to join them at all, and probably would have thrown them off the high Gibraltar cliffs if Genji hadn’t vouched for him.

Genji has other names, now; everyone refers to him with fondness. Lena calls him Luv, which Hanzo learns is a general term of endearment for her. Lucio and Hana call him Ninja, which strikes Hanzo as a little too literal. 

Most of them call him either Hanzo or Shimada-san, depending on how aware they are of Japanese honorifics. He expects epithets more like Murderer or Traitor. It would be no less than he deserves.

The only one who doesn’t shy away is the cowboy, who doesn’t call him much of anything outside of partner, the same way anyone else would say friend.

“I do not think they want me here,” Hanzo admits to Genji one evening. Because why would they?

“They do,” Genji assures him. “You are a valuable asset. And they like you, when you’re being pleasant. Do not worry, brother.”

Hanzo manages not to have a panic attack this time, but it’s a near thing.

When the nicknames do start, Hanzo is startled, almost afraid. 

Lucio’s nickname for him is Legolas, a reference that Hanzo doesn’t understand but is assured is appropriate–and once Reinhardt hears it, he is nothing less than ecstatic and also starts saying it. Lena’s is still Luv, like it is for most people, or sometimes Broody if she’s teasing. Hana just call him an old man, which he accepts in good humor because he probably does seem old, compared to her. It is better than what she could be calling him. 

McCree eventually calls him Archer, but Hanzo thinks he would not mind him just calling him by name just to hear it in McCree’s rich, drawling voice.

One of the things McCree calls everyone else is an odd one: Darlin’. It’s the kind of thing one would expect to hear only between significant others, but McCree just shrugs and says, “I dunno, I don’t really notice when I say it. I just say it to people I like sometimes.”

Hanzo monitors its usage. McCree mostly calls the women darling, moreso when he’s trying to be sweet (or get something) and with the people he’s known the longest. Once, he even says it to Genji.

Hanzo realizes he has never heard it aimed his way. When the realization hits, his stomach twists and churns with cold, vicious jealousy. For a brief second, he hates that once again, his own brother is being shown the kind of affection he never is.

Horror and shame dawn on him immediately after, and he can’t bear to look Genji in the eye for the rest of the night.

McCree kisses him one night, after a mission that was just this side of too close for comfort. Hanzo accepts it, kisses back, takes what he can before McCree realizes his mistake.

But McCree never shows a hint of regret, and Hanzo doesn’t have the courage to end it before he ruins it. 

After that night, McCree’s names for him take a turn: now it’s darling and sweetheart and, on one or two occasions, gorgeous. Hanzo sometimes forgets that these terms are aimed at him, sometimes that they’re aimed only at him.

They’re not really nicknames, Hanzo realizes after a little while. They’re pet names. Affection. Perhaps, he thinks wildly, maybe even love.

Hanzo can’t remember if he’s ever called anyone, aside from his family, anything but their name. But he tries it one night, takes McCree’s word and turns it back to him, the word darling feeling unfamiliar and childish as he murmurs it against the warm skin of McCree’s neck. 

McCree says nothing, but he grins a bashful sort of smile, and Hanzo resolves to make that the only thing he ever calls him again.

james from pokemon’s team rocket

  • ran away from home to avoid an arranged marriage
  • on two separate occasions that a scheme required him to at least pretend to be interested in someone, jessie had to force him
  • is extremely terrified and uncomfortable when a girl proclaims her love for him
  • when one of these schemes doesn’t work out and team rocket blasts off, he shouts “AT LEAST I’M STILL SINGLE”

conclusion: he aro

  • How Noragami advertises itself: a fun, relatively lighthearted fantasy series with a lovable main trio. the arcs might get a little heavy but they always have heartwarming conclusions.
  • What Noragami really is: SURPRISE! Horrible Deaths! Tragic Backstories! CHILD ABUSE!! The goofy main character was a habitual murderer in his past and the other two almost turned into demons on different occasions due to their own moral corruption! HAVE FUN!

The History Behind ‘The Woman in Gold’

Easily one of my favourite paintings, by one of my most favourite artists, Klimt’s painting ‘Adele Bloch-Bauer’s Portrait’ is well-known for many reasons. Clearly seen it was created in Klimt’s “golden phase,” this painting is so striking not just for it’s beauty, but also its long and tragic history.

Adele Bloch-Bauer and her husband, Ferdinand Bloch, were close friends with the artist, Gustav Klimt. She modeled for Klimt on numerous occasions, and Ferdinand commissioned two portraits of his wife. The married couple were well-known lovers of art. Adele would entertain many artists at their home - from musicians to painters. The Bloch-Bauer’s were a prominent Jewish family in Viennese society. This is precisely why they were targeted by Nazis in the 1940’s. The Bloch-Bauer’s home was emptied of its beautiful and loved possessions - including Adele Bloch-Bauer’s portrait. Of course, no Nazi could have the portrait of a Jewish woman hanging in their home, so her name was erased from the painting’s history and instead given the title “Woman in Gold.”

Eventually the painting was collected by the Austrian state gallery, and became one of Austria’s artistic ‘Golden Age’ symbols. Her story does not end here, because years later, in 2000, Adele’s niece - Maria Viktoria Bloch-Bauer (Maria Altman) - sued Austria for the ownership of the painting. Maria remembered visiting her aunt’s and uncle’s home throughout her childhood. After Adele died, their visits included a viewing of the gorgeous golden portrait. While Maria later fled Austria and settled in America with her husband, she eventually returned decades later after being told that the painting was rightfully hers. In Adele’s will she had asked that her husband donate her paintings to the gallery, yet in her husband’s will he had left them to his family. After years and years of court hearings and trials, Maria finally won back the painting.

Adele Bloch-Bauer’s portrait now sits in a Manhattan gallery, after being purchased for $135 million (US). This portrait was just one of many that was looted during World War II. Thankfully, the history of the painting, the subject, and her family have the recognition they deserve. It’s tragic that so many pieces of art and family heirlooms are still lost because of the prejudices and crimes of those that abused their power. Those organizations not only wiped out families, but also sought to destroy any memory of them.

Movies and interviews have been made to show people the history of this famous painting, such as ‘Stealing Klimt’ (2007), and the film ‘Woman in Gold’ (2015) which I both highly recommend.

Above: Adele Bloch-Bauer’s Portrait (Woman in Gold, Adele Bloch-Bauer I.), 1907, by Gustav Klimt (1862-1918)

What’s Love Got to Do With it?

Your opinions are so interesting… So I ask you, what you think about Furuta’s love for Rize? What was revealed recently with Mutsuki makes me think they are same in a some way, I mean a twisted love and unhealthy obsession in a one-sided.
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An interesting question posed to me in an ask that I’ve decided to turn into a full meta because I think the asker is missing that Furuta and Mutsuki are not the only ones with unrequited love this arc. Luckily I’ve drawn up a chart.

Why all of this unrequited love all of a sudden? Is it because Ishida wishes to write a Shoujo manga with corpses, and has decided to convert the last arc into one? It goes deeper than that, so let’s analyze it under the cut. 

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Knuckles: Boxer!Ashton (Part 3)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Pulling up.

Coming down x

You take a final look in the vanity mirror, adjusting bits of your done-up hair to reach a balanced mixture of messy yet elegant. There’s a certain strand that’s been having a time taunting you all day, springing from it’s bobbypin every chance it gets, and you decide to just gift it the freedom it’s worked so hard for, removing the clip at the last second and dropping it on the dresser. Black tie events are far from your forté, but you’re trying your best to play the part for Ashton. The last time you wore a dress this long or heels this high had to be your senior prom, and the jitters in your stomach make you feel like you’re getting ready for it all over again: nervous to see your date, paranoid about something going wrong, trying too hard to impress people you don’t know. At least this time you can look forward to alcohol being there.

You grab your phone and a clutch full of necessities before heading out the door, slowly making your way down the steps as you’re reminded how difficult it is to walk in heels. Whose bright idea was it to invent these things? They’ll be kicked off by the end of the night, no doubt. Your feet are already starting to hate you.

At the edge of the sidewalk a tall figure awaits your descent. He’s sporting a classic black and white tuxedo perfectly tailored to accentuate his striking physique, a thin tie hung from the collar rather than a bow. It’s quite a contrast to the athletic shorts and t-shirts you’re used to seeing him in, but you definitely aren’t complaining. The mop of brown curls that usually fall over his eyes have been trimmed and styled for the occasion, and the two week old beard he claimed he was too lazy to shave has disappeared from his chiseled face, cleaning him up significantly. Ashton has always been more of the ruggedly handsome type to you; the kind of person who looks his best straight after rolling out of bed in the morning. However this new side of him, one so sharp and expensive, inflicts serious damage to your will power, and it takes every ounce of your conscious control to not just blow off the event and drag him straight back up to your apartment.

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Call-Out Culture Isn’t Toxic. You are. – Riley H – Medium
Every month or so, an article comes out screeching about how terrible, horrible, no good very bad “call-out culture” is. Before I get into…
By Riley H

Every month or so, an article comes out screeching about how terrible, horrible, no good very bad “call-out culture” is. Before I get into that, I want to start from the beginning.

Why Do Call-Outs Exist?

The idea of “calling out”, first and foremost, came from Black femmes on social media who were being violently harassed every single day. Rape threats. Death threats. Ban evasion. I watched as the idea of “calling out” developed around 2011–2012 on Tumblr, a site that had no real means to block someone or prevent them from harassing you in any way they saw fit.

Why did we use call-outs back then? Because the only way to stop people from abusing us daily was to scream at them until they stopped.

That was the original goal of a call-out. To make someone stop harassing you.

So How Did Call-Outs Become What They Are Now?

Those same constantly harassed Black femmes realized that people were learning when they did those call-outs. There’s no better learning experience than to watch it directly. Their hypervisibility allowed multiple people to watch, in detail, from beginning to end, how something that seemed okay to white sensibilities quickly devolved into racism. People actually began to learn about why Black femmes appear to “jump the gun”, that is, call something racist before they themselves can see the racism, because they could view the progression through the process of a call-out.

The hypervisibility of Black femmes allows what they do to be seen and also not be seen. What the people viewing Black femme call-outs saw was what they eventually began to turn call-outs into. They saw these “Sassy Black Girls” doing some proverbial neck-rolling and finger-snapping at people online and they wanted to be that too.

They didn’t and still don’t realize that for Black femmes, call-outs may be the only way to stop a violent motherfucker from sending you threats from multiple accounts. Particularly on these social media platforms that never listen to our complaints, even when we have screencapped evidence of threats.

Then How Can You Say It Isn’t Toxic When People Are Misusing It?

People misuse everything. Again, the hypervisibility of Black femmes allow what they do to be seen while also being unseen. Black femmes doing call-outs are either mean bitches or Sassy Sassmasters. There is no consideration or our pain, aggravation, or PTSD from the perpetual abuse we face online. The multiple attempts at more calmly speaking on things that happened before the call-out? All ignored. Anything that may give us humanity is ignored for the sake of the spectacle.

Calling out was originally our last resort…and for fun, performance and ally cookies, it’s been appropriated and now we’re the ones suffering from the results of your multiple articles on Why Call-Out Culture Is Totally Evil.

Calling out wasn’t and isn’t toxic. It was all Black femmes had for protection in multiple online worlds that didn’t care about protecting us. What’s toxic is the people who stole. The people using it now. The people who don’t bother to connect it to its context and history, its creation. The people who never bothered to understand why it existed in the first place.

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A look at everyone’s favorite one eyed murder machine, from self destructive beginnings to an understanding with a deadly enemy. His story has always been entangled with Cyclonus from the very beginning. Their relationship evolved from bitter rivalry to one of the best developed friendships in the comic. The tired old warrior played a huge role in Whirl’s own personal journey aboard the Lost Light. 

It started from the very first issue, Whirl was introed in a very strange and horrifying situation, but his intentions were never spelled out in the comic, lets take a look at the clues we have.

Emptied gas cans, a lit match, dead bodies, Whirl wasn’t just trying to destroy the sweeps, he was about ready to commit suicide when Cyclonus walked in.

Did the interruption make him lose his nerve? Was he just so angry that he’d come to this point that he took it out on the bewildered old samurai? Whatever the case, it makes a little more sense that Whirl would have such a strong reaction if he had been seconds away from ending his own life in a giant blazing ball of fire.

Whirl brought up his attempt again when he taunted the unstable Fort Max during issue 15’s hostage crisis.

He wasn’t just being cruel when he told Max that the only way out of his problems was to kill himself. At this point, Whirl’s still fantasizing about dying in that big ball of fire. How spectacular it would have been if he had just been able to end it all back on Cybertron? What if he could push Fort Max into doing what he couldn’t? In that moment he was ready to let Rung die with him, just to have it be over. Something stopped him short, he finally shut up when Fort Max threatened to blow his head off and then later saves Rung’s life by giving Max info about himself. The bird teeters on the edge of nilistic oblivion, but he never can quite throw himself over. Even in those early issues he was desperately looking for a reason to keep on living.

Enter Cyclonus: Rung probably had a huge role in backing Whirl of the precipice of self termination, but Cyclonus was definitely a factor. Whirl seemed to like him, here was this big lethal bot who used his fists as projectile weapons, what’s not to like? There was just the little matter of that time Whirl tried to senselessly murder Cyclonus with no explanation and Cyclonus’ retaliatory promise to assassinate Whirl the near future. All those pesky details got in the way. 

He tried to apologize to Cyclonus twice. twice! That was the most socially savvy thing we see Whirl do until Spotlight Trailcutter.

 And what did Cyclonus say to that?

He completely rejects Whirl’s apology and then threatens to murder him..again. As you do! Cyclonus is no slouch with words when he decides to use them. He’s not only going to kill you, but he’ll do it while you sleep, probably more than once.

 Suddenly Whirl has a reason to fight for his own life - Pure spite. 

Let me explain - Whirl uses anger and other violent emotions to keep himself afloat. Staying alive because of friends, companionship or love was not going to work, those softer emotions were already bringing him too close to the edge. 

Spite, on the other hand, Whirl can do spite. As soon as Cyclonus told Whirl “I’m still going to kill you. All that changes is the manner of your death, which becomes more elaborate and protracted by the day.”, bam, suddenly he had the gift of Cyclonus’ hatred and loathing as motivation to hold onto life a little harder. If he died, that moldy old samurai would get his wish, and Whirl wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction! 

His own life suddenly mattered to him because someone else wanted to end it on their terms. Those threats got Whirl so wound up that the very next thing he did was try to assassinate Cy in cold blood with the same kind of ‘big explosion’ scenario that he had previously tried to die from on two separate occasions. He’s a little fixated.

(^^this is where Whirl learned it was a bad idea to hurt the tiny bots, because they give him uncomfortable attacks of conscious)

A good old-fashioned bitter rivalry was exactly what Whirl needed in those first few months after he hit rock bottom. He could dip his bird claws into other kinds of relationships while still having something based on his favorite emotions to fall back on. It was never going to be sunshine and lollipops with Whirl, but at least when he tried to die in season two, it was for causes that he believed in (protect the child and Megatron should die respectively, once again the tiny bots prove to be Whirl’s one weakness). 

Deep into season 2, that foundation of grudging respect and animosity between Cyclonus and Whirl developed into the strongest friendship Whirl has to date. The bird was never one for interpersonal relationships, he was much more comfortable going it alone and occasionally muscling in on other friend groups. At this point, Cyclonus had decided not to kill Whirl anymore after their playdate on Luna 1. 

Whirl’s loner status changed with the Getaway incident. 

Issue #47 Cyclonus came to Whirl for advice about his relationship. This was so completely out of nowhere that Whirl went along with it. He was brutally honest, and I think he was expecting hostility for his answers, instead, Cy responded with restrained honesty of his own when Whirl asked why he had come to him for advice-

And what does Whirl immediately do next?

Whirl has never given a damn about Tailgate, or anyone besides Rung. Now he’s sticking his neck out long time rival / cohort / enemy. He wants to call off a plan that he himself was ready to die for earlier in the series.

 He’s doing this not for Tailgate’s sake, but for Cyclonus. He knows how devastated he would be if he lost Tailgate, and Cyclonus’ wellbeing was important enough for Whirl to defend.  Before Whirl even spoke to Getaway, he was going to warn Cyclonus about what was happening to his minibot and not even a shot with the mind gun was going to get in his way. 

In that moment, Cyclonus became Whirl 2nd friend in the entire galaxy. There’s a trust between them that didn’t exist before. Whirl even cares enough about Cy to pester him about his relationship with Tailgate much later (he saved Tailgate’s butt so now he’s invested). 

(Mr ‘I don’t do relationships but I’m invested in your relationship’)^^

I can’t stress enough how rare it is for Whirl to let himself care about anyone other then himself. Remember that time he started a war to get revenge on the functionalists for ruining his life? That’s the same Whirl that now gives a damn about Cyclonus’ love life. As you can see, Cy even answers the bird’s very personal questions because Whirl is not an obstacle anymore. He became someone that Cy can trust. Perhaps even a friend?

As of typing this, Issue 53 was the last time we touched on Whirl’s story.  I think this relationship, which was so hard fought and contentious is going to be important moving forward for both their character arcs. Cyclonus helped Whirl crawl out of the hole he had buried himself in with his distain and hatred, and Whirl became one of the few people that Cyclonus can rely on and trust with his feelings. 

Cyclonus was there when Whirl was at his lowest and Whirl returned the favor two seasons later.  They have played huge roles in each other’s lives and now they have a bond that won’t easily be broken. 

Friendship between two deadly killing machines is a beautiful thing.

No Love (M) | Part One

Long List of Warnings (trigger warnings)

Angst, Unfaithful Reader, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Slight Sexism, Social Issues, Child Abuse (non-sexual), Unhealthy Relationship Depiction, Unstable Reader, Slightly Manipulative Reader, Sex & stuff.

Disclaimer: Other Kpop artist/Fictional Characters are portrayed in this, this is not an accurate representation of their personality so please do NOT get offended.  

Word Count: 9.9k+

Description: After a two-year breakup with Yoongi, you suddenly run into him again at your boyfriend’s party. Drunk and alone, Yoongi passes out on you, and you convince Jiwon (your boyfiend) to let Yoongi stay over for the night without telling him about your history. Jiwon, who invited Yoongi as a business colleague, is willing. But little does he know that it will wreck havoc on your relationship. (Takes place the morning after this happens.)

Request:  “Hey could you do a daddy kink with Yoongi, please?”

A/N: You probably expected this to be a hot smut without any emotional roller coasters at all, didn’t you? Title is actually a song by Lyves that I listened to while writing the reader opening Yoongi’s present scene. - Admin Baby  

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