“Ah,” Said Mr Pin. “Right. I remember. You are concerned citizens.” He knew about concerned citizens. Wherever they were, they all spoke the same private language, where ‘traditional values’ meant 'hang someone’.
Ghosts exist. To prevent them from terrorizing the general public, willing citizens are paid handsomely to have beacons fitted to their homes that will lure the spirits to one spot. It’s your first night on the job.
Located on the eastern side of the Naqsh-e Jahan Square, the mosque was built between 1603-1619 during the Safavid dynasty. It was built for the Lebanese Shia cleric Sheikh Lotfollah who was invited to Iran by the Safavid rulers. Sheikh Lotfollah’s salary came directly from the Shah.
The purpose of the mosque was for it to be a private mosque for the royal court, unlike the Shah Mosque which was larger & meant for the public. It was only centuries later when the mosque was open to the public that ordinary citizens & also westerners could have access to it & could admire the beautiful architecture. The mosque is an architectural masterpiece of Persian-Islamic architecture.
“No! Don’t leave! I’ll die without you!” Very desperate Hanzo, Genji, Prefall Gabe and Orisa hc where captors are scrambling to get reader to not break up with them after blowing their cover as yandere? (Ie killing potential suitors behind back, etc?)
Hanzo was always taught to be discreet, neat, and quick. He was all of those with each and every life he took be it an animal or human. He did everything he was taught- everything right, so why were you here? You had no reason to be here and he gave no indication of what he was going to do once he excused himself from your side. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of your ex dead in the alleyway in which you unknowingly walked into your boyfriend doing the unimaginable. You fervently glanced at the arrow sticking out of his chest cavity and the surprised expression Hanzo was giving you. You take a step back as he reaches his hand out to you; scared.
“Wait,” He says as firmly as he can, “Let me explain, 私の愛.”
“I didn’t see- I didn’t see you do anything. I-I won’t tell anyone and-” You fumble over your words, speaking too fast for the either of you to comprehend.
Your boyfriend takes hold of your hand causing you to flinch. He frowns at this but doesn’t let go, “Allow me to explain.”
“Explain what? That- that you killed him? My ex? For what?” You sputter at the audacity he had to try and explain what didn’t need explaining. You know what he did when he was still the heir to the Shimada clan but he told you, he promised you, that he was no longer affiliated with the clan and those days were far behind him.
“He was trying to intervene in our relationship,” Hanzo begins lowly, “Did you think why he would suddenly want to come back in your life? Because he wants what is mine and that i can not allow that. Ever.”
“Hanzo,” You choke out a sob and try to pull back your hand to no avail, his hand gripped onto yours like a vice, “Let me go…”
“Please, calm down-”
“Let me go!” You shriek and he clasps his other hand over your mouth. You struggle against him as hard as you can but it’s no use. His strength was far superior to yours and you stood no chance, “I can’t love a killer!” You hiss through his palm and he freezes.
“What,” He licks his dry lips and slowly removes his hand from your mouth, “What are you saying?”
You swallow a lump in your throat but press on, “If you let me go, i won’t go to the police- I won’t tell anyone about what happened so-”
“What about us?” His voice shakes but his brows remained furrowed.
“There is no us anymore.” You say softly. It didn’t occur to you that he might kill you too, it never crossed your mind, but if it had you knew he wouldn’t, “So just let me go, okay? I promise I won’t say a word to anyone.”
You glance once more at the dead corpse but hold your breath. Hanzo’s lip quivers as he processes what you’re saying. “No,” He says lowly, “No! Don’t leave me! I will die without you!”
He grabs you by the shoulders firmly and you can’t help but gasp at his sudden roughness, “Hanzo, stop.”
“Please,” He begs in a voice you’ve never heard before. His desperation sounded like that of a wounded animal. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, “You are all I have.”
Genji tried very hard to keep himself in check at all times and usually it didn’t take more effort than blinking but tonight was different, very different. Your new neighbor was getting awfully friendly with you both when he was and wasn’t there. On numerous occasions you’ve assured him it was nothing and that your neighbor was just being friendly. For awhile it kept him at bay and he did his best to ignore it. But when your neighbor suddenly starts flirting with you in front of him he’s had enough.
Genji stands inbetween the two of you and stares the other down with a look even you were unfamiliar with. It reminded you of that of a predator. He and your neighbor just looked at one another eye to eye for several moments before the latter scoffed and rolled their eyes.
“What’re you doing?” They raised a brow, crossing their arms.
“I could ask you the same.” Is all he says as he takes a step forward. Your neighbor doesn’t back up.
“Look, man-” They sneer but Genji swiftly cuts them off.
“You look,” He utters sternly, “I know you’re new here and in search of new friends but my s/o doesn’t need new friends.”
“Excuse you?” They scoff at his audacity. They jab a finger at his chest and open their mouth to speak but only an abrupt scream fills the room. You gasp in horror at your boyfriend breaking your neighbor’s finger.
“You seem nice,” Genji points out his observation before his voice turns dark, “I’d hate to kill you.”
You spew an unbelievable amount of apologies to your neighbor before calling the paramedics. To avoid trouble you swiftly lead Genji into your home, slamming the door behind you
“What the hell was that?!” You scream at him and he jolts in surprise as if he didn’t expect you to be upset.
“They were trying-” Genji tries to defend himself but you scoff and cut him off before he has a chance to do so.
“They weren’t trying to do anything!” You shout, glaring at the man, “You broke his finger, Genji! For no reason! Since when did you suddenly have random bursts of violence, huh? Because that is not the man I fell in love with.”
He holds his hand out to you for reconciliation but you slap it away, glaring at him. You felt absolutely disgusted with how he was acting and did not want to indulge him in any piss-poor apology he was going to give you.
“Please, sweet flower, just give me a chance.” He voice was soft and nonthreatening, exactly the opposite of what it was just a few moments ago. Somehow you felt you couldn’t let your guard down.
“No,” You cross your arms across your chest, “I think you should leave.”
He gives you a questioning look but doesn’t make a move, “Flower?”
Turning around you yanked the door open and pointed out the door, “Leave.”
Tears start to well within his eyes, “No, please,” He falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist as he presses his face against your lower abdomen with a sob, “Don’t leave me. I’ll die without you…”
“No! Don’t leave! I’ll die without you!” Gabriel shouts after you as he chases you down the corridor. Your heart was racing with tears streaming down your cheeks as you ran as fast as your legs could carry you, “Wait!”
You didn’t mean to see it- see him doing that. You knew he was in Blackwatch, and despite the rumors you did your damnedest not to believe them, but you didn’t know he would kill one of your closest friends. No matter how many times you told him, promised him, he was just a friend he didn’t believe you. Why couldn’t he trust you? What was he so paranoid of? He had your love, he knew that, so what did he have to take someone so very important away from you? So many questions flew through your mind with too little answers.
You let out a cry when Gabriel finally caught up to you and pinned you to the cold, hard floor. You didn’t bother to struggle against him as his hands bruised your wrists. He kisses the back of your head, whispering an apology. You wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor right then and there and just disappear.
“Mi amor, mi amor,” His breathing is labored when he intertwines his fingers with yours, “He wasn’t a good man.”
“Why would you say that? He was my closest friend.” You choke out a sob, turning your face to avoid his kisses.
“It’s because he was so close to you,” He explains, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, “He can’t love you like I love you. We’re close, we’re in love. Don’t forget that, bello, we’re in love and I am all that you need, okay? You’re all that I need, mi amor.”
He kept repeating this like a broken mantra as you lied pinned beneath him, crying silently.
Efi was still in the process of programming Orisa’s knowledge of fundamental laws. She knew the basics such as jaywalking, running a red light, stealing, and so forth. What she didn’t know, or rather she didn’t know better, was that one couldn’t just push someone into a nearby well because she felt…what did she feel? She was unsure but whatever it was it made her upset. Distressed. Jealous.
By the time they found him he was already dead. He died due to internal bleeding, Orisa explained to you as you shook in fear. You witnessed her push the man into the well. She had to explain but you just would not listen to her. She didn’t know what to do so she brought you back to your home, carrying you kicking and screaming. It certainly caused quite the sight in public but the citizens of Numbani were used to Efi’s new project by now and didn’t think much of it aside from a slight inconvenience.
“Please understand that my program in regards to civilian behavior may be malfunctioning.” Is the best she can come up with when she doesn’t even know why she did what she did.
“Orisa, you killed someone. Do you know what that means?” You bellow. She pauses for a long while, unable to form a response, “I can’t handle this- I’m- I’m leaving for a bit.”
“No!” Orisa suddenly turns gold defensively, “Do not leave! I fear I will malfunction once more without you.”
California Assembly Bill 2201 — Almost every male between 18 and 26 years old who applies for a driver’s license or for a renewal at the California Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) would be automatically registered with the federal Selective Service System (SSS)
But it’s clear early on that Beyond Respectability is a work of crucial cultural study. It introduces concepts of the black woman as a public citizen in post-Restoration America, and explores women whose work pushed against the dominant narrative — Fannie Barrier Williams speaking of black women as a political body, Mary Church Terrell documenting resistance over the course of decades, Pauli Murray’s discussions of queerness, Toni Cade Bambara’s 1970s anthologies of black women’s writing — and draws us through that history to the present.
That’s no small task; the book lays out the complicated history of black woman as intellectual force, making clear how much work she has done simply to bring that category into existence. By the turn of the 20th century, educator and activist Williams was already adamant about the necessity of seeing black women as public citizens. In “The Club Movement Among Colored Women of America,” she wrote of the “organized anxiety of women who have become intelligent enough to recognize their own low social condition and strong enough to initiate the forces of reform,” urging black women to organize and agitate for power — and credit — within the wider body politic.
And Cooper deftly addresses the complex forces at work as the movement developed. The idea of “respectability” itself is one of the book’s major concerns; some of the writers she profiles held to the idea that being seen as respectable enhanced their political message; later writers and activists would argue that respectability too often equaled a demure and ineffective silence. Cooper chronicles generational shifts in the methods of dissent, divisive issues of queerness, and debates about activism as intellectualism when the first is necessary in order to make space for the second.
Action of the day: Betsy DeVos, Trump’s nominee for Secretary of Education, is phenomenally unqualified for the job. She has no education policy background, has never taught, and has never attended public school or sought public education for anyone else in her family. If three Republican Senators join the 48 Senate Democrats in opposing her during her hearing on January 31, the appointment will not go forward.
Below is a list of Republican Senators who have expressed doubts about DeVos. Call at least one of them today to express your opposition to her nomination.
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hey there! so i just stumbled upon a quote i'm not quite sure what to make of and since i know you're really familiarized with diane blair's papers and have used them as inspiration for your writing, i thought i'd ask you your take it on it. what do you make of her (rather offhanded, tbh) comment about how people would react if they "ever hear her swear, discover she's strayed." do you take that as some definitive evidence that she cheated too, at some point? maybe the 80s?
My answer in brief: I’m, of course, not sure exactly what it means. This is purely my own analysis and interpretation, loaded with my own biases and projections. In short, my theory is that this refers to straying from her Methodist faith for a time - not from her marriage.
Buckle up, this is going to be a long one.
A little personal context first:
My own educational background (post-secondary, post-graduate) is in history (I’ll keep the specifics undisclosed for the sake of anonymity). But as a result of this background, the use and careful interpretation of sources, primary and secondary, in understanding history is near and dear to my heart, as is the yearning for nuance and context. Key words: careful, and context.
You’re absolutely correct that I am familiar with the Blair Notes - in fact, they are arguably one of my favorite sources, because they are (in my view) as “primary” as one gets with First Lady-era Hillary. While most writing about HRC is done from a very specific (positive or negative) perspective and likewise meant for an audience to consume accordingly, Blair’s notes were never meant to be seen. In addition, Blair is arguably one of Hillary’s few, if only, confidantes outside of WJC. That said, I doubt Hillary was completely open even with Blair, and so that needs to be folded in to the analysis. There is still a lens of opacity over the truth, even if it is a bit less opaque than other sources. So it goes with all history - context is absolutely crucial.
Okay. To the meat of the answer: I do not believe Blair is referring to infidelity when she uses the word “strayed”. I believe she is referring to Hillary having strayed in her Christian faith at some point in her life.
First, some historical context on Blair’s note. The date of the memo is late-May, 1993 - a few months after the inauguration, and more importantly, shortly after the release of the Saint Hillary piece in the New York Times.
For more context - at the time of writing that note, the public view of HRC (this is reflected in the Saint Hillary article - highly recommend reading it in its entirety) was that Hillary was a kind of “virtuous activist” First Lady, wanting to use her background of left-wing Christianity to find philosophical meaning within political/public life, both for citizens and public servants. It was suggested that this was some of the driving force behind her approach to universal healthcare. Some of this is arguably spurred on by the recent death of her father in April of the same year (see, her “Politics of Meaning” speech in Austin, Texas a few days after he passed - beautiful speech), but at the risk of turning this into an essay, I leave that for another time.
Here’s a key excerpt from the article:
Her sense of purpose stems from a world view rooted in the activist religion of her youth and watered by the conviction of her generation that it was destined (and equipped) to teach the world the errors of its ways. Together, both faiths form the true politics of her heart, the politics of virtue.
Now, Diane Blair’s note:
Saint Hillary piece in NYT - I’m worried about how they’ll tell her down if ever hear her swearing, discover she’s strayed. She says not to worry; she needs all that aura for healthcare.
Given this context, in my view the “strayed” here refers to her straying from her faith at some point (or points) in time, either in her youth or in Arkansas. We get an idea that this happened during her time at Wellesley based on a letter she sends to a friend where she refers to herself as an “agnostic”. Again, will avoid turning this into an essay, and will leave that for another day.
Her response is also key. Would Hillary have responded so lightly, even to her friend, about people discovering she strayed in her marriage - especially given the very recent turmoil over the Gennifer Flowers scandal? I find it unlikely. On the flip side, as a Christian, had someone “discovered” she strayed in her faith, it would be a very different conversation - one that could be shaped, ultimately, into a positive. But very difficult to prove, and ultimately much less explosive than straying from her marriage - hence the offhanded nature of the comment, as you note, and the easy brushing off by HRC.
Okay - I leave this topic for now. Thank you for the excellent question!
I HAD NOTHING TO SAY WHILE TRYING TO GRAPPLE WITH SOMETHING THAT SEEMED SO OBVIOUS, OBTUSE, REDUNDANT. THE IMAGES, TRINKETS OF OLD NEW YORK NAUSEATING TRADEMARKS OF A LATE HUMANISM WERE UBIQUITOUS—HYDROGEN BONDS OF “VISUAL CULTURE” … A DIZZYING YAWN
THEY CIRCULATED IN MEMORY PLANNED TO PUSH OUT CLIPART PAINTSTROKES OF THE RC COLA CAN, BUT FORGETTING THE NOSTALGIA OF A FAMILY BBQ.
THE IMAGES SHARE THE SAME BOLDLY DETERMINED FIGURATION CIRCULATED POP, QUOTIDIAN, COLLEGE POSTER
THEY WERE EVERYWHERE I DIDN’T WANT TO BE SHOPPING WITH MY MOTHER ON CLEARANCE RACKS IN SECOND-RATE SHOPPING MALLS, CLUTTERING 42ND ST MANHATTAN ONTRIPS FROM NEW JERSEY WITH MY FATHER TO SEE RENT AFTER ‘EXPLORING THE CITY’
IN BANNER ADS FOR WALL DECALS AND COFFEE MUGS CLUTTERING THE ONLINE MAGAZINES I WANTED TO READ IN A PEACE, AWAY FROM FACEBOOK’S POOR ATTEMPT AT UNDERSTANDING MY CONSUMER DESIRES.
LET THEM CIRCULATE IN REINCARNATION, DANCING ON SCREEN SAVERS.
TRAINS AND SIDEWALKS IN THE CITY PROVIDE A CERTAIN FREEDOM TO UNMEDIATED MOVEMENT TRAVEL ACROSS AND, IN AN ACT OF FREEDOM (NO CARS) AND RITUAL, IN THE NAME OF PHYSICAL UNBOUNDEDNESS, EVEN IF IN SPITE OF THE POLICING OF THE SAME,
RECOGNIZE THE LINES IN SUBWAY STATIONS HOLDING ON TO THEIR BRICK EMBANKMENTS WALKING BY FACE UP IN AIRPLANE MODE
INITIALLY, TESTAMENTS TO AN ERA WHERE THE CITY WAS ANIMATED BY THE CITIZEN-CREATED PUBLIC WORK ON PUBLIC SURFACES (UNCOMISSIONED). HOW BEAUTIFUL, A VIBRANT SPLASH OF COLORFUL OPTIMISM IN A CYNICAL AND CYNICALLY DESIGNED CITY
LINES AND BODIES, CONGENIALITY IMBUED IN THEIR COLORFUL MOVEMENT AND ALSO SOMETHING OTHER … SINISTER, SARDONIC, AND DYSTOPIC IN THEIR PREDILECTIONS
MIRAGES OF GREETING CARD SENTIMENTALITY GIVE WAY AND WITH IT THE BASTARDIZED OFFSPRING OF ART-AS-COMMERCE LEAVING BEHIND A VICTIM
REAL EYES IN A REAL CITY-IN-TRANSIT WHERE THE NOSTALGIC LAMENTS OF THE LIVING LEGENDS OF DOWN- AND UP- TOWN BOHEMIAS NEED LITTLE CITATION IN THEIR JADEDNESS
THE LOSS OF ZEITGEIST AS SUCH / NOTED, REFERENCED Id. INFINITUM, WITH PAPERWORK TO PROVE AND EXPANSIVE WINDOWS FOR SCALE, IN NEUTRAL TONED, CHEAP AND DERIVATE MODERNIST CONDOS
OVER-DISTRUBUTED OBJECTS OF CONSUMPTION SATURATING THE LIQUIDATED MARKETS OF FACTORY PRODUCED HOUSEHOLD ORNAMENTS SIMULTANEOUSLY SUPPORTING THE FOUNDATION’S ENTERPRISE AND TEACHING ME FUNDAMENTALS OF A VISUAL LANGUAGE CASTRATED OF ITS GRAMMATICAL STRUCTURE IN THIS FORM
FIGURES DELIVERED AS SYMBOLS OF A NEU HUMANISM
REPRODUCTIONS FLATTENED THE TEXTURES LEFT IN THE TRAILS OF BRUSH STROKES AND MERGED THE MOST BENEVOLENT SYMBOLS IN THIS LEXICON TO THE MOST IMMEDIATE “ON SALE” MONSTERS OF THE NEOLIBERAL ORDER.
AND ELSEWHERE OUTLINED FIGURES SNICKER IN HOSPITAL WALKWAYS DANCE ABOVE PUBLIC POOLS FUCK FREELY IN MENS BATHROOMS IN WEST VILLAGE BUILDINGS WHERE THE PLUMBING HAS SINCE BEEN RE-ROUTED REMIND EVERY EYE PASSING BY A CERTAIN ROADSIDE IN HARLEM OF THE VILLAINS (AND SAINTS) THAT POSSES THE CITY
CONTINUITY IN THE LINE(S) REMAINS UNBROKEN ALL THE MORE APPARENT IN THE LIMINAL ZONE OF A CITY WHERE THE MTA CONNECTS THE BORDER OF ONE MURAL AT THE STATION OF DEPARTURE TO THE FOLD OF A LEG ON MOUNTED FIGURE IN A PARK OUTSIDE THE STATION OF ARRIVAL.
IT HAS MADE ITS WAY ACROSS GENERATIONS OF BULBS-TURNED-PIXELATED CARTOGRAPHY IN ANIMATED SIGNAGE AND IT PROTESTS THE RACIST STATE SPONSORED BRUTALITY OF THE NYPD TRACING AND DISTORTING THE FIGURE OF MICHAEL STEWART FILLING THE FACELESS FIGURES WITH BROWN SKIN AND ARTICULATED FEATURES
RADIANT BABIES GROW INTO ECSTATIC FIGURES MANIPULATING AND PUNCTURING ONE ANOTHER A COITUS PATTERN ARTICULATED BY MOIST HIPS UNDULATING LIMBO SPREAD LED JUNGLES WHERE CYLINDRICAL FRUIT FALLS INTO HANDS MOUTHS IN VEINS EMERGES ON THE SURFACE OF SKIN TAUGHT, IN DENIAL
LINE, FIGURES IT GRANTS CERTAIN VITALITIES TO A REVELATORY POWER
THE NATURE OF THEIR WIDE AND RAPID PROLIFERATION COULD HAVE FORESEEN LEGACIES AS POOR IMAGES PROMPTING THE CONSUMER OF GIFT WRAP ON SALE AT MACYS TO GOOGLE WHO IN FACT WAS RESPONSIBLE SYMBOLS, DEPLETED KINECTIC AUDACITY A SUGGESTION/ MARKER INVITATION TO LINES, BODIES TRANSFORMATIONS OF EMBOD-IED ENERGIES IN ON A JOKE / COGNIZANT OF A MISSION HOMAGE TO THE CURRENT RECURRENT TENDER AGE
OK, so I have no idea whether there’s any crossover between Merlin fans and Parks & Rec fans in my followers, but I could not get the idea of a Merlin Parks & Rec AU out of my head. Just:
Arthur Pendragon works as the deputy director of the Parks department in Pawnee, Indiana. Blonde, little bit selfish, charismatic, begrudgingly loved by all the other workers- could describe Leslie or Arthur both honestly
Gaius, the director of the Parks department, who’s known Arthur since he was a child and gives him the difficult advice he needs to hear
Arthur’s half-sister Morgana is the dark, antisocial intern who later becomes Gaius’ assistant
And Gwaine is Tom, obviously. Imagine Gwaine selling Snake Juice and being a club promoter. Gwaine running Entertainment 720.
Anyway, at a public forum, a Pawnee citizen and beautiful nurse named Guinevere asks Arthur to fill in the pit behind her house. Arthur vows to make it into a park and he and Gwen soon become best friends.
Then who should come into town but Kilgarrah, an upbeat rule-maker, and Merlin Emrys, a sarcastic little shit, two state auditors in charge of evaluating Pawnee’s budget.
Merlin gets stuck figuring out the Parks budget, which would be fine if he was just working with the practical director Gaius, but he has to deal with deputy director Arthur’s constant badgering to not cut anything from the Parks budget.
Arthur complaining to Gwen about the new state auditor being a “cute fascist hardass” (word for word from Leslie Knope, because the more I think about it the more these two have identical personalities)
Merlin and Arthur slowly grow to like each other, but when Merlin asks Kilgarrah if he can date someone in the Pawnee government, Kilgarrah says it’s against the rules
AND! Gwen tries to comfort Arthur about Merlin rejecting him by setting him up on an online dating site and he gets matched with Gwaine. Who gets such a kick out of it that he pretends he and Arthur are in love until Arthur kisses him to shut him up.
(bonus: Morgana tries to set up Gwen and Gwaine and it’s an utter disaster. Then… ignoring all Parks & Rec canon… Morgwen happens because that would be wonderful. I do not ship Ann and April but can you imagine the dynamic of goth local government intern Morgana with friendly and beautiful nurse Guinevere… this AU is everything to me)
Gwen telling Merlin, “You’re nice. I can see why Arthur likes you” and Merlin absolutely losing it the way that Ben did in that one episode
Kilgarrah sends Merlin and Arthur on a road trip to Indianapolis. Take this moment to imagine Gwen saying, “Oh come on, you’re clearly dying to be together. You could literally get a room,” and Arthur replying, “Yeah and I could literally get a-fired!”
Merlin and Arthur go to dinner and Merlin launches into the, “Pawnee is a very special town… with nice blonde hair… and I look forward to the moments in my day that I get to spend with the town…” speech.
Imagine every single iconic Ben x Leslie moment, but with Merlin and Arthur instead. EVERY SINGLE ONE GAH I’M DYING, I’M DEAD
you thinking you can't compare the treatment of everyday citizens to public figures is what's ludicrous. you think just because they're in the public you can treat them however you want? lmao if you can't write smut about everyday people on the street then you can't about idols either. they're all humans treat them the same or just admit you view idols as sexual objects instead of HUMAN BEINGS. ur sick lmao
Omg GO AWAY. Get off my page if you have an issue with what I’m doing here. This is fiction, it’s not real. AGAIN, Im not going up to them and being nasty. I’m writing FICTIONAL SCENARIOS most of depict them outside their roles as idols, as normal human beings. People have sex. To thibkbtheybdont is unreal. I still think they’re incredible, talented human beings. You are the one putting me in a box.
Ferry of the line F24, crossing the river Müggelspree in the Berlin neighborhood of Rahnsdorf
The public transport company of Berlin, BVG, which operates the underground, trams, and buses, also operates ferries. F24 is the only scheduled rudder boat ferry in Germany. It
operates from May to October on weekends and public holidays and can be used with regular Berlin public transport tickets.
The service was canceled in 2013, but resumed in 2015 due to public protest: 18,000 Berlin citizens signed a petition to continue the service. In 2015, the ferry carried 7170 passengers and 2720 bicycles.
We open with our average everyman, let’s call him Sato Justtryingtogettofuckingworkprobably, who’s probably just trying to get to fucking work. He’s flabbergasted by the duelists everywhere, blocking the streets with their duels.
So I’m no expert in textual criticism but to me, that line suggests it’s early morning. (Which is what made me think he’s just trying to get to work.) BUT. When the fuck did the tournament start then?! They’ve all been dueling for hours!! And isn’t the next duel, on the pier, at sunset?! HOW LONG IS THIS HELICOPTER RIDE?!
But we’ll get to the helicopter in a minute. First, let’s satisfy Sato
“Oh, of course. That’s eminently reasonable. It’s not at all disturbing that a private company could so completely occupy public space and dictate the terms of the use of that space for hours or maybe days. Certainly it doesn’t raise questions about the influence of privately-held corporations over elected city officials. And probably there aren’t any public buildings in THE FUCKING CITY that public citizens might need to access during this time. Like a hospital or anything. It’s completely fine that the POLICE FORCE is being paid taxpayer money to enforce the rules put in place by a rich 16-year-old.”
Sato, having never met this Kaiba Seto, does immediately divine the man’s major characteristic.
This guy gets it!
[I named him Sato for the gag because Sato is the most common surname in Japan, according to The Japan Times. And Takahashi is the third most common!]
So! The helicopter!
Mokuba’s tracking Jounouchi on a REALLY AMAZING system.
Like okay Google can do this. Now. In 2016.
Anyway we’re not here for the 3D map GPS tracking system, we’re here for really fucking weird camera angles. Apparently.
“Well if you’ll come out from behind your knees, I’ll tell you.”
Yami tells Seto and Mokuba that he doesn’t know much about Malik but he does know he has a Millennium Item. Then, when Seto starts scoffing at the idea that Malik’s jewellery might be important, Yami mentions Pegasus.
(Although I mightn’t find the Kaiba brothers’ heartbreaking reactions to hearing Pegasus’s name quite so heartbreaking if I wasn’t feels-deep in @bellamy-taft‘s Glass fanfic right now.)
Yami quickly moves the conversation along and pretty much blurts out “btw I’m a ghost”.
(Btw see that giant glowing pill on the wall behind Seto? Yeah there’s like a full-on close-up of just that thing later. Bc reasons? I wanted to let you know that, but I didn’t want to waste precious minutes of my life screencapping light fixtures in YGO so here we are, you’re welcome.)
Interestingly, this seems to be the phase where Yami’s accepted his presumed identity, but hasn’t really internalised it.
He still thinks of himself as “Yugi”, even though he knows now that he’s not Yugi, and he’s able to talk about Yugi in the third person, meaning the, you know, original Yugi. He describes being “awakened” when “Yugi Mutou” completed the Puzzle. I find the personal identities of the Spirits of the Puzzle and Ring fascinating. Who are you if you have all of someone else’s memories but none of your own? Or some of your own?
Seto is struggling with the concept too.
Jfc Seto. “What the hell are you?!”, really? Couldn’t even muster a “who” for the poor guy?
Yami’s answer is so ridiculous we have to step outside while he says it.
“And I’m in a helicopter. How many other Pharaohs do you think got to ride in a helicopter, hmm? NOT VERY MANY!”
Kaiba says, out loud, “Pharaoh, you say?” and then immediately, also out loud…
… as he launches into a flashback, which is obvious to us, but to Yami and Mokuba, Yami goes “I’m a Pharaoh”, and Seto goes “That woman!” out loud and then stares into space for a bit.
He thoughtfully remembers the expositioniest bits of Ishizu’s speech for us:
Interestingly, Seto’s memories are sharp, and briefly static-y, and he remembers Ishizu speaking like a video, like normal animation, you know, where her mouth moves in time with her words … you know … speaking. #helpme
Whereas Yami’s memory of Ishizu is sepia-toned and soft, and her voice is just overlaid on still images of her.
There are a lot of bold animation decisions this episode, some of them, ahem, less successful. #KNEES #lightfixturecloseup But this one is actually really cool! I wonder if it’s that Seto has a very good memory, maybe even an eidetic memory? And Yami might have even a worse memory than normal? Or just he focuses on different things than accuracy?
Anyway then Seto shakes himself out and plays the “I’m Seto Kaiba and obviously all this blatant, visible magic is nonsense” game.