Humans love destruction. Not crush entire planets and wipe out civilizations kind of destructive. Although we have done so in the past. To our own people too.
Not all alien species know about the human history of destruction. Those humans classified with psychopathic tendencies don’t qualify to go into space and leave Earth. So most aliens haven’t experienced the human destruction.
We love it. We knock over towers of cards our friends built. We tear up paper for the fun of it. Don’t even mention bubble wrap. Pop pop goes the plastic. There is no purpose other than our enjoyment.
Martial arts and war games online. It is simply in our nature, no matter how kind and peaceful you are.
Some aliens notice after months on a ship with a human member. Some don’t say anything because the galactic court rules humans to be a loyal and peaceful ally. Some ask about it.
“Human Jade, why have you ripped the schedule?”
“Oh, hey Jolac. I was just bored. I didn’t really need it anymore.”
Jolac made a head motion and tilted his head in confusion.
“You could have put it in the recycle shute as it was.” He added.
“Don’t worry, I’ll put the pieces in the recycle…”
“That’s not what I was referring to…”
Mark was walking by in that moment and stopped by them.
“What a mess you are Jade. My sister did the same thing. Clean up okay?”
Mark pointed at the paper scraps.
Jolac turned to Mark.
“Is reckless destruction a habit of boredom? Is it a common trait among humans?”
Mark and Jade glanced at each other and shrugged.
“Yeah, sort of. But we don’t mean anything bad by it.” Mark said and went on his way.
Jade stood as well and scooped up the paper pieces, heading for the recycle shute. Jolac was frozen with confusion.
Another instance was a conversation between Jolac and his brother Kamo. They had both gone down to a surface mission with the two humans Mark and Jade. They were on a break at the moment.
Mark had picked up a thick stick and called over to Jade. The female human picked up some of the round and hollow fruit shells that were shattered around on the ground. She tossed the shells at Mark and he swung at them. Some were shot up into the air while others bust open into pieces and dust. Laughter erupted from the two.
“What are the humans doing?” Kamo asked his brother as they ate from their food supplies. Jolac huffed.
“I think that is a game of theirs”
“Hitting things until they break? I thought our humans were peaceful” Kamo asked. Jolac tilted his head.
“That’s the thing. They are. It’s a complex thing, human nature.”
They continued to watch their humans as they beat hollow shells and laughed loudly.
Thank you for all your recs this week! Since I will be away for two weeks after June 17th, please send in ALL your recs (the more the better haha!) so I can pre-make them before I leave :) Thank you!!
Rec’d by anonymous: The Last Dancer by StarryKnight94, Teen, 18k (WIP) In which Victor is the chosen one, a dancer gifted with the powers of the Ice Goddess to protect her people at any cost. Amid the rising threat of the Fire God, Yuuri wants nothing more than to protect him. But when Yuuri awakens to a great power himself and goes to meet his idol, will Victor welcome his support or does a hidden darkness lurk behind that beautiful facade?
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Rec’d by anonymous: Dissonance by Mats, Explicit, 32k (WIP) Yuuri takes it for granted that Viktor will always meet him where he is. So when his coach and lifelong idol suddenly plants a very public kiss on him at the Cup of China, Yuuri takes it as a signal that his and Viktor’s relationship is about to undergo a major (and welcomed) change. But he may be wrong, and that might change everything, too.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Dark Angel of Mine by vanialex81, Teen, 40k (WIP) When Yuuri’s heavenly light manages to catch the attention of the demon lord Viktor, Yuuri will learn that the demon will stop at nothing to claim him. Something that starts as desire turns into an emotion that Viktor had not foreseen. To what lengthens will he go to have the angel?
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Rec’d by anonymous: why am i still here? by OedipusOctopus, Teen, 22k (WIP) Yuuri finds himself in his fifth year at university, dreading taking a freshman level math course. He imagines his Russian TA to be a curmudgeonly hardass, only to find he’s a total hottie! Yuuri isn’t suave, attractive, or exceptional in any way, but somehow Victor takes a liking to him.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Between Periods by caitwritesstuff, Mature, 9k (WIP) Yuuri is a history teacher out of a job due to recent cut backs. It just so happens that Phichit works at a school that’s needs a new history teacher. In walks Victor Nikiforov, the undeniably beautiful yet eccentric literature teacher from across the hall with a bit of an obsession with Russian lit and a certain adorable history teacher.
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Rec’d by anonymous: What Lies Beneath Our Feet by HQ_Wingster, Gen, 19k (WIP) At the YoI Farm, all animals are given the happiness that they deserve. When ex-battery chicken, Yuuri, comes to the farm one day after being set free, he relearns what it means to be a happy animal with a life ahead of him.
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Rec’d by @stevietomybuck : winners in a losing game by xylophones, Teen, 19k Don’t believe the rumors, international popstar Viktor Nikiforov is totally not using his new album as an excuse to flirt with the cute dancer that stole his heart last year.
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Rec’d by anonymous: To Boldly Go by xylophones, Teen, 29k A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Snow & Ashes by natiwati, Mature, 5.4k (WIP) They stand in silence, and Yuuri isn’t brave enough to ask him for his name, strike up any form of conversation. They gaze at the moon above together, two waves pulled by its astounding gravity. And when he finally gleans the courage to part his lips and suck in a breath to inquire, the man steps on his cigarette, extinguishing it, and leaves. Yuuri takes another drag, pretending not to feel so disappointed.
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Rec’d by anonymous: High-Flying, Adoredby terra_incognita, Gen, 26k Being a superhero is hard. It’s even harder when you’re desperately in love with the most famous figure skater in the world, who never seems to notice you. Of course it doesn’t help that he’s a superhero too–and he’s head over heels for your alter-ego.
Rec’d by anonymous: On (Online and Offline) Love by AlexWSpark, Mature, 32k In which Yuuri and Victor are gamers, head over heels for each other, and hoping to one day come face-to-face. Of course, when two whipped, adorable fluff-balls are involved, shenanigans ensue…
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Rec’d by anonymous: Law Firm of Katsuki, Nikiforov & Chulanont by nerdlife4eva, Not Rated, 12k (WIP) Yuuri, Victor, and Phichit are long-time friends who decide to form their own law firm. The trio has found remarkably success, despite the constant bickering between Yuuri and Victor. When the sexual tension between these two best friends erupts, bringing them crashing together in a drunken one-night stand, the fate of their new firm becomes uncertain.
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Rec’d by anonymous: let’s go steal an ice rink by FullmetalChords, Mature, 28k (WIP) That one AU where Yuuri is a grifter, Victor is a criminal mastermind, and somehow they end up saving the world together. Also featuring catburglar Yuri, hitter Otabek, and hacker Phichit.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Setting Sun by LittleLostStar, Explicit, 66k (WIP) Just before he skates at the Hot Springs On Ice, Yuuri receives a photo of his drunken GPF banquet antics; consumed with humiliation over a night he can’t remember, he loses the competition. Victor goes back to Russia with Yurio, and Yakov comes to train Yuuri in Japan. One night, frustrated and miserable, Yuuri posts some personally relevant song lyrics on Instagram—and wakes up the next morning to find that Victor has posted lyrics that seem to be a reply.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Only You by quesadiaz, Teen, 59k (WIP) In the year 2021, Victor Nikiforov, retired professional figure skater and Number One Husband, steps into a taxi to make his way home from the grocery store, arm full of vegetables and fruits to bring home to his beautiful husband and loyal old dog. A sharp sound and a blur of color is the only warning before Victor wakes up in the year 2016, sitting in a first class seat on an ascending airplane headed for Fukuoka, Japan.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Katsudon for Gold by cROAissant (RoamingShadow), Gen, 4.5k Somewhere along the road, “I might never like you” morphed into “I would die for this child”, and Yuri Plisetsky would be six feet under before Victor fucking Nikiforov would lay his thirsty hands on his precious student.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Void by copperwings, Teen, 14k When Yuuri is discovered to be Void and his home town turns against him, he escapes into the world of figure skating. On the ice he can play the role of anyone and not be restricted by what he actually is, but off the ice it’s a constant battle of trying to hide his true nature from the world.
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Rec’d by @mmeishi : Wound Up by Temptalia, Explicit, 24k (WIP) Victor Nikiforov, face of popular idol group Agape, is at the top of his career, but a low point in his life. His reckless and sometimes self-destructive tendencies cause endless worry for his fellow group members: Yurio, Chris, and Otabek. When the time comes to go in a sexy new direction for the group’s image, Yuuri Katsuki lands an audition and knocks Victor off of his feet. However, Victor has a strange feeling he’s met Yuuri somewhere before.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Ah, deceit. by Nikiforlove, Gen, 11k (WIP) Viktor is the head of the Russian Mafia, charming, sleek and confident. He’s a very hasty man, and he prefers fieldwork over office work, and Yakov’s pissed. Surprise, surprise! Yakov signed a contract with the JP Mafia without Viktor’s consent, to get him a consigliere who would maybe, make up for what Viktor lacks. Oh boy, Viktor is pissed, he’s fuming. Damn, all he wanted was to go on a date with that bespectacled cutie he met the other day at the cafe.
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Rec’d by anonymous: A Tale Carved on Ice by Adora, Teen, 2.6k A bittersweet tale about the magic we lost and the one we found again.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Bottle Me Your Smileby Ncj700, Not Rated, 35k (WIP) In a tiny village on the edge of the kingdom, Yuuri Katsuki – common as mud Pharmakeia owner – embarks on a goal to achieve a childhood goal. With the help of the world’s greatest magical, and a missing potion ingridient, he will achieve it.
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Rec’d by anonymous: The Stars Incline Us, They Do Not Bind Us by AuraJenkins, Gen, 4.4k Yuuri has always known that he was different, he was fairly sure that being born with the ability to see everyone’s red strings of fate, tying soulmates together, wasn’t normal. Stranger than this is the realisation that his string extends past the sky.
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I have so many things I want to tell you, but I’m going to start with the most urgent. Because of all the ways I’ve seen athletic stories unfold over the years, this is the No. 1 destroyer of dreams.
You’re a young woman, but the sound of the word “woman” makes you cringe. Well-meaning coaches and parents and aunties and grannies and inappropriate uncles comment on the changing bodies of girls–not yours yet but those around you. It’s coming. You know it’s coming.
You notice what happens sometimes to female athletes. She hits puberty; her times get slower or plateau. She is confused; she is working harder than ever. Clueless adults who are overly invested in her “performance” will grieve, as if her worth is based solely on PRs. This makes you scared of growing up.
Seeing girls go through this is confusing because there is a story once told to you about running: “You get out what you put in.” You’ve heard there is a direct line between effort and improvement, between wanting it more and winning. This is a “truth” written by men, based on the experience of boys and men. Your male teammates are bathing in testosterone, a dramatic performance enhancer. You will not. You are about to bathe in different hormones, hormones that, more often than not, temporarily interrupt that promised straight line of improvement. What you need are knowledgeable coaches and parents who know how to support you during this time, to let you know it is normal, to celebrate you through development, who can zoom out on the big picture, because it is at this time that many girls give up.
You’ll see girls react to a changing body in three ways: give up, ride it out, or fight against it. With 100 percent confidence, I can tell you the best choice is to ride it out. The best is yet to come.
You will go on to race at a NCAA Division I university and watch several girls do whatever it takes to fight their changing bodies. But before you choose a school, you will go on visits. You will have meals with the teams and notice they do things differently. There is the school that has “salad with dressing on the side,” the school where everyone orders “no gluten and no dairy,” the school where the girls bring their own food from home to the restaurant… Go to the school where people order a variety of things: the burger, the chicken sandwich, the salad. Go to the school where you can order french fries and do it without shame.
Go to the school where the majority of girls look athletic and healthy, with hydrated muscles, and get their periods. Listen to how they talk about themselves–and one another. Listen to what they value.
Do they value effort or performance? What do they worry about openly? Fixations on their appearance? Or do they lift one another up to be good teammates and performers? Do they value themselves and one another by time and place and weight? Or by the whole package of who they are as people?
How do they treat the teammates who are struggling physically or mentally or psychologically? Do they isolate them? Talk behind their backs? Do they have empathy and compassion? Do they call one another up?
Like it or not Lauren, you are a woman. A strong one. Your body is at some point going to become what it is meant to be, based on a long line of strong women who have survived generations in a tough world. For most of the time, and in most cultures, what is happening to your body would be celebrated with ceremony. Women are powerful beyond your imagination. You cannot reach your power by making yourself small. And yet in competitive running, you will find yourself in a world in which you feel pressure to do just that.
Let me speak to the competitive dream chaser in you now.
You can be fast and a developed woman. In fact, you can only reach your ultimate potential if you let your body go through its changes. If you get to the dips and valleys and fight your body, starve your body, attempt to outsmart it, you will suffer. You will lose your period. You will get faster at first. And then you will get injured. And injured. And injured.
Depending on the methods you used to fight your body, you may end up destroying your relationship with food and sport for years to come. You won’t go this far, but you’ll see so many of your friends and teammates do this. In your age group, the mortality rate from anorexia is 12 times higher than any other cause of death. You will see some come close.
You will see this so much, fed by reckless coaches, fed by unhealthy team culture, fed by the desire for short-term success, that it will break your heart. It will break your heart so much that it will be difficult for you to watch many of the top high school and college races after you graduate. So many young athletes will reach out to you for help. You will learn how destructive and reckless so many coaches are, and you will want to find a way to change things.
I need you to know, I PROMISE you, that the ultimate star you are chasing is further ahead than any shiny thing you see now. The way you get there is to protect your health and protect your love of the sport above all, even as you reach for the shiny goals right in front of you. You simply do not know and cannot predict your personal path, but you’ll get there. It will look different and brighter and richer and more multi-faceted the closer you get.
I need you to know, you have always been more than a runner, more than your times, more than your state championships, more than your school records. But you will get confused. You will forget. Luckily you will have teammates and family and friends who remind you. You will go on to do almost every single thing you could have dreamed of, not in the way you imagined, not on the timeline you imagined.
And when you retire from being a pro runner after 12 years, you will be surprised at what ends up being most valuable to you. Your medals will be in a box somewhere, and you’ll never look at them. Your proudest accomplishment will be a race in which you finished last because in that race you were tested more than ever and you were brave.
Finishing seventh in the entire world in the 5K and having a bronze medal in cross country brings you a smile, the same smile as winning league with your team as a freshman in high school, the same smile as breaking 5:00 in the mile for the first time. The real life-changers, the memories that make the peach fuzz on your cheeks and the hairs on your forearms stand up, those will be braiding your teammates hair in the 15-passenger van on the way to a race; a random tempo run along a sidewalk past a gas station where you felt like you were flying while home on Christmas break; descending a forest trail at camp behind your best friend with your arms outstretched in flight; running at night with someone you are falling in love with; pushing your baby in a running stroller for the first time; passing under a canopy of trees temporarily blocking the rain on a cross country course you can’t remember the name of, the sound of your feet squelching in the mud while chasing your rival.
Protect the opportunity to make memories like those for a lifetime. You’re going to be OK being all of yourself. Make sure your teammates know it too.
One thing I’m surprised people don’t talk about more often is the Demonic Zodiac (also known as The Black/The Dark Zodiac.) The Demonic Zodiac represents the darker side of the human creature. They represent the darker side often overlooked in traditional astrology. The movie “13 Ghosts” created it’s own Black Zodiac to reflect the personalities described in the Demonic Zodiac.
Aries/The Selfish King: The selfish king rules in order to receive all the victories for themselves They are as angry as they are self-centered. Hates the Ravening Dog. They are arrogant, selfish, and hot-tempered.
Taurus/The Fallen Demon: The Fallen Demon lies through their teeth to gain the upper hand. They hate The Poisoned Dart. Main characteristics are malice, remorseful, and braggart.
Gemini/The Viper: The viper spits venom in their words and are skilled at it. They show no remorse when angry. The Viper hates the Hurricane and is emotionless and venomous.
Cancer/The Snake: When all others fight, the Snake crawls beneath their noses and strikes when the moment is right. The Snake is manipulative and drains the life form their victims. The Snake hates the Leviathan and is treacherous and deceitful.
Leo/The War Maiden: Warrior Goddess of Evil, The War Maiden is blood-thirsty and craves the spotlight. They value pride and honor before all else. They hate The Horned Beast. Main characteristics are pride and greed.
Virgo/The Maelstrom: Wrath from the Maelstrom is directed at all. The Maelstrom destroys all out of ignorance and is ruthless to all in their path. The Maelstrom hates the Weapon and their characteristics are aggravation and hypocrisy.
Libra/The Ravening Dog: The Ravening Dog acts on a whim, attacking anything in it’s path without thinking first. Represents the number 666. The Ravening Dog hates the Selfish King. Characteristics are reckless, accusative, and irrational.
Scorpio/The Poisoned Dart: The Poisoned Dart is known to carry grudges for a long time and strike when the moment is right, and it’s sting packs a lethal punch. The Poisoned Dart hates the Fallen Demon and is suspicious, abusive, and sinful.
Sagittarius/The Hurricane: The Hurricane represents blind destruction, withholding emotion until it explodes. It’s reckless destruction is directed toward those it hates, which is mostly all. The Hurricane hates The Viper and is destructive, reckless, and acts first.
Capricorn/The Leviathan: A blood-sucking leech, The Leviathan gains power from others. Their cunning allows them to steal while stealing the strength of the other signs. The Leviathan hates The Snake and is parasitic, powerful, and dangerous.
Aquarius/The Horned Beast: Abusive and controlling, The Horned Beast only shows this side of their personality to gain dominance and complete control over people. Hates The War Maiden and is confusing, manipulative, and abusive.
Pisces/The Weapon: The Weapon is blinded by it’s emotions, especially anger. The Weapon does not show until the easy way out is no longer applicable. The Weapon hates the Maelstrom and is impulsive, narrow-minded, and moody.
It’s important to remember there is a little evil in all of us, and the good parts wouldn’t exist without it. Evil should not be feared, it can be harnessed and turned into something useful. It should never, however, overpower the good. (This is also just for fun.)
The pressure has been building again.
I can feel my restless bones
rattling in my rib cage
and that self-destructive streak
that I buried so deep
is clawing it’s way
to the surface.
I can still stop it.
But maybe I don’t want to.
I learned to keep
my reckless heartbeat
caged in a soundproof box
and tied up
with a pretty bow.
Because that is the path
where society has asked me to go.
But there is no drug
as powerful as the high
that comes from testing the lines
of being alive.
And it would be a lie
to say there isn’t a part of me
that is always burning
and yearning to dive
out of everyone else’s comfort zone
and straight into that unknown.
First, I had no idea that the back of Seth’s Kingslayer shirt says “burn it down” but like woah is that a perfect tag line for Seth vs Triple H. it has such a connotation of just reckless destruction at any cost…
and now for some screaming about seth and dean…
SETH’S REACTION TO SEEING DEAN THO
HE LOOKED SO NERVOUS
(aka: ‘oh god are you here to fight me?’)
HE GETS HIMSELF ALL READY FOR THE INTERVIEW
(what a nervous trying-to-be-Good-but-not-sure-how-to-actually-do-that thing for him to do. aw sethhh)
And as soon as Seth is starting to feel like he maybe understands what’s going on and is trying to get ready for the situation, Dean zags on him and starts to have a friendly side convo about his Journalistic Ambitions.
(CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE ANXIOUS/*FOCUSED* WAY SETH LOOKS AT DEAN???????? and then he hears the actual words dean is saying and his reaction is just that “hmmmmmm” answer you give people when you don’t want to disagree with them but you also don’t want to lie?)
AND THIS. Seth’s UTTER WILLINGNESS TO GET DRAGGED ALONG WHEREVER DEAN’S BRAIN WANTS TO TAKE THIS CONVERSATION??? Seth is confused but still completely willing to dive into this discussion. Idk how to explain it. One of my favorite things about one of my best friends is the way i can come at her with a question out of nowhere with no explanation or backstory and instead of being like ‘where did that come from that’s not what we were talking about’ or anything like that she’ll just jump in. I think it shows how long Seth and Dean have been friends, and how used to Dean Seth really is.
For a moment they kind of fall back into their old pattern of Seth being the informed voice of reason (the wyatts wear SHEEP MASKS not camel or llama masks what are you talking about??)
Like with all Dean Ambrose things I can’t tell if this diversion from his main goal of interviewing Seth was him feeling friendly and at ease with Seth, or him making sure Seth feels off-balance
Dean referring to himself in the third person is silly but also seems like a deliberate choice to separate himself from a situation that he’s got to have a lot of feelings about. Seth is the only one Dean really interviews this episode. Because Seth is the only one Dean has real questions for. Framing it inside of this device makes it easier for him.
I think this question might also have a double meaning. Not just “do you think you can beat me” but “now that you’re a Reformed Man, will you still give me your all? will you fight me as hard as you can?”
while akechi’s distancing himself from everyone else due to his fixation on revenge and just in general all of the trauma and abuse he’s experienced, akira’s incredibly self destructive reckless and willing to risk his wellbeing/his life just in general for complete strangers. huh. its interesting to think abt the ways theyre foils to each other
It seems like a lot of people I know who are recovering from an ED end up adopting a plant based or vegan diet. And we often get a lot of shit for it because “veganism is another way to restrict.” I think that on the whole that’s BS. ED’s are destructive, reckless, unhealthy. So recovery pushes us to reverse this and be constructive, careful, healthy. An awareness of food combined with this idea of minimizing harm/suffering–to ourselves, and the animals that food often comes from–makes veganism seem so logical. My life and my health shouldn’t come at the cost of the health of another living being. I think veganism embodies compassion for all lives, self-awareness, PEACE, self-love, HEALTH, sustenance, LOVE.
This is my own Bendy/Cuphead fusion and i hope u all like him:
>Name: Inkcupen (Ink-kyu-pin)
>Design: Sharp cup design with horns, tail with fluffy tip, black eyes with red pupils, black ink hair, red and white straw, black nose, 2 sets of arms, beige coat, white shirt, black tights, brown boots, etc.
>Abilites: Dual Blasters (2 finger blasters, shown in picture above), Quad Blasters (4 finger blasters), Ray Beam (putting all blasters together), quick speed, excellent dodging
>Weaknesses: Reckless actions, destructive powers, demon vision (can cause them to lose their mind and distract them), sensitive horns and tail, rage mode (blind by anger)
>Personalty: Flirty, Cocky, Courageous, Depressed, Hot-headed, Reckless, Kind (to certain people), Overprotective (to certain people)
>Condition: Due to Bendy being fused with Cuphead, it nullifies the pain from the Ink Illness though it will still cause ink to leak from their mouth, cup, and eyes. Mostly the eyes which is why his eyes are black and can cause him to miss his shots.
>Extra Info: He tends to have trouble with entering some buildings due to his tall height, not to mention all the kids who play around him because of how curious they are of him. Boris and Mugs tend to call him “The Ultra Bro” and eventually grew attachment to the title, even though people find him weird and odd because of his looks.
I really want Kara to stand up to Eliza for Alex. It's not Kara's fault that Eliza put so much pressure on Alex and she had her own very considerable problems to work through at the time, but those sisters would go to the wall for each other and I can't imagine Kara not calling her out for it once she'd twigged what was happening. Especially with Maggie's backing.
She loves Eliza.
She always has.
She’s loved her since she took her face into her hands and first called her sweetie.
Loved her since she introduced her in public as her daughter, but made sure Kara knew that she would never, ever, ever pretend to be replacing her mother, because her mother would always be special, always be cherished, always be alive in Kara’s memories, in Kara’s heart.
She loves Eliza, and she thinks, now, that her love for her – her need for her, for an older woman’s arms to wrap around her tiny body when she had a nightmare [and Rao, she had so many of them], to tell her it was going to be alright, that there is no shame in surviving – might have made her miss certain things.
Certain things about how Eliza treats her older daughter.
Certain things about how Eliza holds Alex to superhuman expectations.
Superhuman expectations that have made Alex drink. That have made Alex suppress herself. That have made Alex isolated and self-destructively reckless and, until Maggie, almost completely unable to assert what she needs, what she wants, beyond when she needs Kara to be safe, beyond when she wants to protect Kara.
And of course she wants to protect Kara, because Eliza has made her believe that she, as a person, is worthless without doing so.
Without being perfect.
So Kara keeps her eyes, her ears, extra open the next time Eliza comes for dinner.
She tries to keep a lid on the shame burning inside her that it took her so long to realize, took her so long to realize that Alex’s extreme anxiety, extra drinking, around Eliza was actually a response to emotional abuse wrapped in love, not an overreacting paranoia that was kind of cute but not that serious.
She tries to keep a lid on her own shame, because she’s been talking with Maggie about it – drinking with Maggie about it – and Maggie is nothing if not straight-up with her.
“Should you have realized when you got older, Little Danvers? Sure. But when you were a kid? Kara, your entire planet had just died, you had no one. You had to restrain yourself in ways I can’t even begin to imagine, and it… of course you just wanted someone to care for you like Eliza did. And you know what the point of beating yourself up for not realizing it sooner is? There is none. Absolutely none. Point is, you’re realizing now, and you can validate Alex now, and that’s what you’ve gotta focus on, okay?”
So she tries to keep a lid on her own shame, so she can be at her best when Eliza comes over next.
She brings pie and Kara groans in ecstasy, and she brings tiramasu and Maggie thanks her profusely, but both little sister and girlfriend exchange tense glances behind Eliza’s back when Alex’s face falls, because Eliza hasn’t brought anything for her.
“You’re always going through so many different food phases, Alex – almost obsessively healthy some weeks, carelessly unhealthy other weeks – I can’t keep track of all that, dear.”
Alex grimaces and Kara steps forward. “Next time just ask me, Eliza: I always know what Alex is eating these days, so if you want to surprise her, I can help!”
“You’re so thoughtful, Kara dear,” Eliza praises, and Maggie squeezes Alex’s hand as Alex rolls her eyes and bites her lip.
That didn’t work.
She’ll have to try harder.
Eliza gives her the opportunity again when they’re sitting down to dinner, and Eliza wants to know why Alex could have not recognized Rick Malverne until it was too late, how she could have let herself get her sister put into such an impossibly position, and of course she did a wonderful job keeping herself alive until Kara and Maggie could rescue her, but really, Alexandra, how could she have let it come to that in the first place?
Alex guzzles root beer like it’s whiskey and Maggie is about to speak, her hand on Alex’s thigh, but Kara beats her to it.
“Eliza, Alex has been through hell and back, and I love you, Eliza, you know I do, but you don’t get to speak to my sister that way. She did things that you can’t even imagine to keep herself alive, to keep me safe. She would have died for me, protecting me, and she almost did. And if there’s anyone to blame for all this, anyone whose fault this whole Rick Malverne thing is? Other than him? It’s mine.”
“Kara, don’t – “
“No, Alex, it’s true.. It’s true and it doesn’t matter how many times you tell me it’s not my fault: Eliza clearly wants to assign blame, and I understand that. I do, too. And it’s Rick’s fault. But it’s also mine. Mine, because I was the one who didn’t listen to Alex – Alex, who you unfairly put in the position of caring for a devastated child when she was just a child herself – and ran to the scene of that car crash. I exposed myself to Rick, and I was the one he was using Alex to try to manipulate. Alex is a hero, Eliza, and I know you love her, I do, I know, but you need to start talking to her like you do. Or you can leave my home until you’re ready to give Alex the respect she deserves.”
Her voice trembles and she adjusts her glasses with trembling fingers, and Alex is crying and Eliza’s eyes are wide and Maggie is holding Kara’s shaking hand under the table, biting her lip because Kara is nearly breaking her fingers, but she doesn’t mind because god, Alex’s kid sister really is a hero, isn’t she?
“Kara, I’m sorry I – “
“It’s not me you have to apologize to, Eliza,” Kara interrupts, her voice soft and her voice coated with love. For Eliza, but mostly, mostly, for her sister.
Her sister, who she would die for without a second thought.
Her sister, who would die for her without a second thought.
Her sister, who she lives for, every day.
Her sister, who lives for her, every day.
Her sister, who Eliza spent years emotionally abusing in Kara’s name.
And Kara won’t have it anymore.
“Alexan – Alex – I – Kara’s right. Your sister – you’re sister’s right. I’ve never been fair to you, Alex, and I’ve never… I told you last year to take care of yourself, and I told you I’m not disappointed in you for being gay, but Alex, beyond that, I haven’t… I’ve quite failed you, haven’t I?” She voice quakes and she closes her eyes, counting to ten, a habit she’s acquired when interacting with her oldest daughter over the years.
“I love you, Alex. And I know I haven’t been nearly good enough at expressing it. But I’m going to do better. And when I fail – and I will fail again, I’m sure – I want you to tell me. And I want Kara to tell me. And you, Maggie, sweetie. And Alex, I… I am so proud of you. Of the hero you’ve become. The hero you’ve always been.”
“It took Kara telling you to get you to say all that,” Alex whispers, and Eliza nods sadly.
“Yes. And that isn’t right. I know. But let me try, Alex? Let your mother try?”
Alex grips Maggie’s hand, swiping comforting circles onto her thigh, and Alex leans into Kara’s strong arms.
“I’ll think about it, Mom. I’ll think about it. Okay?”
Eliza nods, a small, hopeful smile on her face. “That’s all I can ask for, I suppose, isn’t it?”
Alex nods as her lips tremble, and she breathes in her little sister’s scent, focuses on her girlfriend’s touch.
She’s going to be alright. Because these women think she’s perfect, including all her imperfections, even if her mother is still learning that.
Mars in the first house people are surging with self expression, fireworks and daring impulse. Mars is at home in the first house and like a screaming newborn declaring his entrance into the world, the individual is unmissable, intense, brimming with willpower and impassioned desire. With Mars placed here, the battlefield planet dominates the individual’s chart and sparks explosive frequencies through every pore. First house Mars people emanate incredible reserves of energy, enthusiasm, self assertion and pioneering spirit. They tend to be curious, initiative and all to happy to charge where angels fear tread. There are high reserves of leadership and self authority, and the individual is an clear module of solo action. His combative nature and outspoken expression can create relationship tension, power struggles and conflicts with authority. Sometimes he can even be intimidating, or even confrontational to weaker spirits. The individual follows the law of his own self fulfilling prophecy and lives in a world of black and white - typically intolerable of grey areas or confusion.
First house Mars people feel obliged to experience life on their own terms and typically ignore the wisdom or plights of their elders. He may be socially inappropriate during youth as he tests out social etiquette and the responses of others. The realms of psychology, astrology and personality analysis are typically alluring for the individual who is interested in learning about himself and the confusing personalities around him. He develops his beliefs and self identity based on learned experiences as he streaks novel, audacious, playful and impulsive energies. This placement can be tied with destructive and reckless behavior that borders on self destruction, and the individual is often left wrangling without a cohesive plan. His natural distraction is where he finds great discovery and he will swiftly exit the moment boredom or monotony sets in. The myth of Ares, tells us Mars sprang forth fully grown from the body of outraged Hera; and similarly, the first house Mars person fees that internal inflammation, aggression and frustration can ‘spring forth’ from them. And maybe he has little method of attenuating the intensity. They likely leave a marked presence stamped on his company and finds the crowd attracted to the fiery inner burn that warmths their frequencies. Females born under Mars in the First carry an air of confidence and assertion that promises them success in male dominated industries. The urgency to provoke his surroundings and create conflict acts to cure boredom or tighten the bond in relationships. Although they are temperamental, their heated charm and innocence is seductive, fun and charismatic.
Mars in the first House people are deeply loyal and devoted partners. They are brimming with fierce sexual energies and tend to be intolerant of deceit, game playing or mental manipulation. He may be prone to stress headaches and tension migraines, and distinguishable by scar or marking on their head or forehead. This placement also indicates numerous physical injuries and accidents; broken bones, emergency medical responses and so on. The first house Mars individual is pure in nature, and views the world through a child like imagination. This is naturally enchantanted by everything new and fresh, like a fascinated toddler. He brings fierce energies into any environment and encourages others to manifest their more assertive and justice seeking qualities. Antagonistic, humorous, confrontational, adventurous, impulsive, warm and generous; and while you may forget their description, the cosmos ensure you will never forget them.
It’s shards of godhood, it is. The secret to immortality, to catching bullets in the palm of your hand, between your teeth. Split into fractions of a whole and passed from hand to hand, some clutching until what is most precious is pried from clawed fingers and others pressing it into open, gentle palms. The fakes came by it in ways as different as they are, stories held close to heart and twisted by time and tongues.
Ramsey, the kingpin, the beginning of it all. He’s never told the whole truth to his crew, even with all they’ve seen together. As close as they are, bound by blood and oaths and something older than time, he’ll never say just how brutally he wrenched his share of divinity from between his own father’s ribs. There are reasons beyond squeamishness why Geoff is rarely the one involved with more violent interrogations. There’s so much blood on his hands that it will never wash away, but that doesn’t mean he can’t see through to the oldest stains. The ones that will haunt him regardless of how many lifetimes he lives.
Pattillo, who is a mixture of conflicting reports, ‘team mom’ meets devil’s advocate with a dash of reckless destruction thrown in. Who found a fiery tattooed man who had nothing but ambition and wanted the world, found an unexpected home in Los Santos and a connection deeper than anything they’d lived before. One deep enough to spur them to the corners of the earth looking for another shard of stardust to keep them together, shared throne on top of the world where they belonged. It wasn’t quick, it wasn’t clean. But it was worth it.
Haywood, so much more clever and somehow infinitely more cruel than he is given credit for. Who took up the name of Vagabond in his search for an immortal, who had it twisted permanently into his reputation in his efforts to make that power his own. Ryan, who led Daniel into the lion’s den and with a grin and a switchblade made it oh so clear that there was no God to save him, not this time. Made it clear that between the man’s pleas and gasps and death upon death, that there never was.
Free, who was always a conman, could always charm the unwitting out of everything they own and more. Who talked Cain into slitting his brother’s throat, convinced him with his tainted quicksilver tongue that he loved the serpent that cost him it all. That he loved him more than life itself, that a life without him was worth nothing. He talked circles around that fool, talked a noose around his neck and the man’s gift into his waiting hands. Gavin, the Golden Boy with everything but death wrapped around his little finger, the man who became his own deus ex machina.
Jones, all violence and fire in a way mortals are never meant to be, found himself gifted with the respect of a stranger. The woman knew that Michael would never last, would burn up or be put out. Would have his wax wings seared just from how brightly he shined on his own. Unique in so many ways, vitality and tenacity and beautiful, terrifying hellfire hidden behind freckles and an uneven grin. Special in that his immortality was given willingly, by someone who decided the world needed the light of this firecracker boy to shine on forever. What a misguided decision.
Narvaez, who has always been. Or at least, has held his secret long enough that he no longer remembers where or how it was acquired. Who is tired in a way that only comes from far too many lifetimes, from loss and strife that no other has ever experienced in such quantity. Exhausted and cold down to the bone, so that no amount of rest or desert sun could ever alleviate the sensation of being dead-alive, blessed with the closest friends anyone could ever ask for and cursed with the inability to ever enjoy it, to ever feel anything more than hollow.
And the crew, they know. They love viciously, by the neck, but it all comes up bittersweet. Like rust and overripe fruit between their teeth, they know. That it’s come to an end, that it’s time to take a deep breath and taste the air. Say prayers to a God in whom some of them once believed in and some of them didn’t, but none of them do now. Say goodbyes.
And so, Dooley, he receives his gift. Pressed gently from Ray’s palms to his own, from a soul older than kingdoms and twice as tired to this punchy spitfire of a boy. There are no tears of relief or gratitude shed in the moment, though the feelings are there. There’s an overflowing empty sensation followed by the ecstasy of being, really and truly, part of the whole.
Ray is no worse for the absence, nothing but a gentle smile playing at his lips. He leaves, that night, to find his own path to walk for the remainder of his time. The crew, used to death and death but never loss, finds themselves at a strange impasse. They’re happy, but then again they’re not. Sad, with no tears, a celebration without fireworks. It doesn’t take long for the feelings to pass, the shards of frozen time they all hold murmuring with the rightness of unity. And if they all die a little more often, as if a bullet to the heart could rid them of some of the selfishness and darkness that’s settled into the flesh there over the years, which of them would say anything?