rise of the people

The Ballad of Rezyl Azzir

1.

Long ago, in ages past,

Before both walls and City bright,

There lived a man, mountain-strong,

Who burned with unmatched inner light.


Proud he was, and passing brave,

His doughtiness no lie,

But as a Risen, reckless, too -

The curse of those who never die.


Rezyl Azzir, he was called,

His strength known far across the land,

For he was of the chosen few,

Who held great power in their hands.


In time his kind would find a name -

Titans, they’d be called -

But in that age of long-lost tales,

It mattered not at all.


Rezyl watched his people swell,

Watched factions rise and threaten hope,

Then watched his people march to hang

On conflict’s many-braided rope.


Rezyl watched as war began,

Watched war threaten all they’d built,

War would bring the sorry fall

Of a rose that was now doomed to wilt.


Perhaps the Fallen brought relief,

For Rezyl now could fight,

Not against his common man,

But against the coming night.


He welcomed hope, reborn anew,

Welcomed purpose shared by all,

But deep within his ancient bones,

He knew that every age must fall.


He strove for hope as best he could,

Never ceased his valiant fight,

But he thought oft upon their safety,

And on the nearness of the night.


Every eve, as Luna rose,

Rezyl sat alone and stared,

He’d think on writhing Darkness,

And wonder what lurked there.


2.

His legend grew, as legends may,

While Rezyl battled on and on,

With his rifle he slew the foes

Of the City’s new-come dawn.


Inferno, he named his mighty gun,

And it was near as known as he,

For it dealt death to Rezyl’s foes

And kept his people free.


Once, he thought to hunt a Kell,

To his wary Ghost’s dismay,

So he hatched a daring plan

Unheard of, to this day.


He let himself be captured,

Even let himself be slain!

When his killers marveled at their trophy,

Rezyl rose again.


The Kell had him in its four-armed grip,

Raised Rezyl’s conquered body high,

Then Rezyl’s Ghost revived him,

And the Kell’s plans went awry.


Rezyl’s cannon coughed but once,

Sent ether pouring from its throat,

And when the gathered Fallen charged him,

Arc-light washed away their hope.


*


He often led the pilgrim trains

That sought the City’s hopeful glow,

He saved as many as he could

Saved more than we shall ever know.


He grew weary nonetheless,

Of such small victories,

And often wondered what it would take

To bring the Darkness to its knees.


He never looked but far ahead,

Never dwelt on what he’d done,

For despite the pilgrims’ brave resolve,

He knew that death would someday come.


For strange things lingered in long-lost tales;

Horrors that refused to fade,

Nightmares that he’d never seen,

Monsters that lacked even a name.


And so it was, when Luna rose,

That Rezyl could not help but stare,

Perhaps he gazed upon its scars,

And saw himself reflected there.


3.

At last, Rezyl sought the truth

Of tales he hoped were lies -

Luna called, and Rezyl went

To see the moon with his own eyes.


What he found there left him shaken,

Shafts and burrows gnawed in stone,

He worried that those whispered fears

Now called Luna home.


His Ghost alight, he traveled deep,

Ran past worms and moths and spores

Until he came upon a place

Barred by ancient, curving doors.


Deep within his aged bones,

He felt a presence drawing near,

And heard a whisper - not of glory,

But the keening trill of fear.


Metal screeched, and Rezyl spun,

He saw the ancient doors yawn wide,

A shape resolved within the air,

For something dwelt inside.


From the pit a woman rose,

Tattered rags about her face,

Around her wound a mantle dark,

Wove of cursed lace.


She floated there, beyond the gate,

And fixed him with her stare,

Then she turned and disappeared,

As though offering a dare.


His Ghost was wary, for they’d delved deep,

And now were far from Light,

But Rezyl, as was always true,

Would not give up the fight.


“Stay here,” he told his wary Ghost,

“And should I fall then flee,

For I am but a single man,

And our cause has need of thee.


“Warn the City of what we’ve found,

Tell them Pirates aren’t the worst,

For deep within our moon’s torn flesh,

We’ve found an even darker curse.”


The Titan stood, embraced the night,

Valiantly he crossed the gate,

All around him, Darkness thickened,

As he strode onwards to his fate.


Time stopped - or rather, it stretched on

While Rezyl sought his foe;

That wicked woman, wrapped in night,

That harbinger of woe.


In that place of endless night,

He could but sense the witch,

With bullet-spark he chased her down,

Through caves as black as pitch.


She choked him with her magics dark,

Rezyl shuddered at her call,

He found he could not move an inch -

The demon had him in her thrall.


Inferno was his answer, then,

His mighty rifle roared and spat,

Illuminated with hot lead

That fiend the Dark itself begat.


Up she loomed, that wicked thing,

As though she’d won herself a bet,

As though she’d brought the Titan there,

And now her trap was set.


She laughed, and laughed, and Rezyl flinched,

For every writhing word brought pain,

He felt her screams saw at his bones,

And burrow towards his brain.


She whispered words in Rezyl’s ear,

In the way a lover might;

But promised pain and endless sorrow,

Promised ever-falling night.


“I am Xyor,” hissed the witch,

“She who’ll show you to your grave,

Betrothed, Blessed; my dear, sweet thing,

I’m the storm that you must brave.”


His ears bled crimson at her voice,

As all around him terrors woke,

Fiends that hid beyond the light

And hungered for his hope.


Rezyl tensed, his rifle close,

He’d heard the torture on her tongue,

Felt pain embrace his ancient bones -

And knew he could not run.


From deep within that hellish pit,

A flood of horrors now arose,

Birthed from sorrowed, shadowed night

They chittered as they closed.


Rezyl stood, a wall of might,

Against him crashed the snarling wave,

Inferno broke their crushing strength,

Left countless dead in dusty graves.


Then at last, the trigger clicked,

Inferno gave its final gasp,

And Rezyl fought with fists alone,

And skulls cracked in his grasp.


Around his body talons closed,

So Rezyl spun, then drew -

From his hip he pulled his Rose -

His cannon always saw him through.


He killed and killed, his Rose ablaze,

Around him demons wailed and fell,

All the while the witch did watch,

As though she wove a silent spell.


Then she shrieked, and the flood let up,

At once the chittering was done,

Rezyl stood and caught his breath

For he knew he’d not yet won.


Steps rang out against the night,

A shape approached him from the deep,

A mass of ornate, armored bone,

A nightmare woken from its sleep.


Even doughty Rezyl paused

As it lumbered into view

It carried in its massive claw

A wicked sword to run him through.


Perhaps it had been valiant once,

A hero to its kind,

Perhaps, like Rezyl, it was old,

And to combat was resigned.


He faced the monster, head held high,

And could not stop his grin,

He’d come to find the dark unknown -

Instead it had found him.


Perhaps within, he himself

Had heard a whispered voice

A buried cry that howled ‘good!’

And reveled in his choice.


The creature roared, and Rezyl shot,

His Rose kicked in his palm,

He fanned the hammer, fast and sure,

As the demon witch looked on.


A shield it conjured, black as night,

Blocked the bullets from his Rose,

They fell, harmless, to the stones

That paved the catacomb.


Its magic faltered, the black shield waned,

His foe lifted its sword apace,

Rezyl growled at the sight

Of the doom he’d been reborn to face.


The battle-cry of demon spawn

Echoed in immortal ears,

Rezyl’s challenge rang out bright,

And he charged to meet his fears.


We know not what happened then,

‘Til Rezyl found his wary Ghost,

For of his mortal battle,

Rezyl would not boast.


Rezyl lived, that much is sure,

Survived both witch and wicked knight,

But unknowingly brought with him

The witch’s clawing blight.


He never spoke of her demise,

Never claimed he’d torn her down,

Perhaps within that ancient pit,

Rezyl’s fate was caught and bound.


Inferno’s end remains unknown,

The mighty rifle Darkness stole,

Perhaps the witch still holds it,

And through her pit it now patrols.


It matters not, for we know this:

In that place of grim repose,

Rezyl sat, and without a thought

He tended to his Rose.


Taking spoils from his test,

Rezyl grafted bones to steel,

Until chiton crowned his Rose

And its flower was concealed.


You know just how this story ends,

With a mighty hero left unmourned,

With whispered nightmares brought to life,

With the jagged kiss of thorns.


- Cryptarch Records // Anonymous

Read to the end

Due to outrageous fee hikes, the oppressed poor people decide to rise up against their greedy corporate overlords, demanding fair treatment with respect and dignity. They are helped by a privileged girl that the leader of the rebellion falls in love with. They spread the word to all the other workers across the city to bolster their numbers and stand in defiance of their greedy oppressors.

When the leader of the rebellion meets with the CEO of the evil corporation, he’s offered a bribe to call off the rebellion, and finds out the girl he’s fallen in love with is the CEO’s daughter. He is conflicted in his situation, but eventually forgives his love and turns down the bribe, ready to lead the rebellion to victory.

At this point the Newsies storyline breaks apart from Urinetown and decides to have a happy ending instead.

I just had this horrible realisation that when the Freddie Mercury biopic comes out, the freddie tag will be full of gifsets of Rami fucking Malek rather than actual Queen. And they will mostly be non-fandom people and all the arguments about Freddie will rise again from people who are new to him and believe everything they read on the internet and badly written biographies.

I dread that. Every fandom I’ve been in has ended up being wrecked when some TV series or film comes out and dominates the tag.

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The Native Nations March is currently taking place through D.C. and at the White House, capping off a four-day protest against the Dakota Access Pipeline. As indigenous groups from all over the country continue to call for a meeting with Donald Trump, news outlets need make sure the voices of water protectors and environmental activists are heard.

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Notes:

No.1: GOE +2.71 (*)
No.2: GOE +2.00 (**)
No.3: GOE +2.14 (**)
No.4: Single is the new quad
No.5: “Sure I messed up but it doesn’t matter because I’m Yuzuru Hanyu”
No.6: “I did a #yoloaxel out of an Ina Bauer the other week, how hard can it be to do one out of a hydroblade? ‘kay, turned out it’s pretty hard”
No.7: “Watch me do this impossible thing and watch me sulk when it fails”

(*) Judges were drunk
(**) Judges were hungover from fundraising parties for new prescription glasses

like not to be dramatic

but When We Rise is lifechanging

people are talking about how it feels outdated, how it’s getting low ratings, etc

but like

these new tv shows that they’re comparing it to aren’t changing lives

I’m learning things about the history of the lgbtq+ community that I had no idea about

I don’t know that this can be judged by the regular metrics because I think that it’s more than just a show

It feels like a story being told to me about where we’ve come from, and I think it’s changing the way that I see the world that we live in now

Aquarius Debunked: Myth #2

People keep calling Aquarians “humanitarian.”

It’s true, in a way. 

Aquarians do charity work. They’ll feed the poor, help build shelters, and give a homeless person a dollar.

But they’ll make sure someone’s taking pictures, put it on their resume, casually mention how they helped make the world a better place, in every single conversation with everyone they meet. 

If you ask what they’d do if they won the lottery, they’ll say, “I’ll use the money to make the world a better place” (build a hospital, donate to PETA, whatever). They’ll say it while they watch you carry an armload groceries into your house, without offering to help. 

There’s no glory in helping with the little things. You can’t put small acts of genuine kindness on a resume. Where are the cameras? Pfft.

They’ll offer to travel the world with you- because they need someone to take pictures of them to put on Instagram. They need to appear popular and well-traveled, but they have no genuine interest in taking in the sights, making connections, or having fun. 

It’s always about appearances.

An Aquarius would rather project an image of being happy and fulfilled via their facebook profile, than experience actual happiness and fulfilment. They’d rather appear to be humanitarian than actually help people from the heart. They’d rather appear popular than have any real friends. They’d rather appear to have a perfect relationship than find true love. 

It takes less time and effort to construct a pretty lie than to build something beautiful and true. So, I get it. (I don’t respect it.) But I get it.

We are currently in the age of Aquarius. One glance around shows that everyone displays the behavior described here to some extent. People are allies because it’s the cool thing to do, not because they care. People stay in friend groups just to fit in and appear well-adjusted, not because they’re actually friends. Etc.

Those with prominent Aquarius in their birth chart (esp. rising) just do this more than the rest of us.

The evolved Aquarius is a true rebel and revolutionary. The evolved Aquarius does things for only one reason: because they want to. Not to help others, and not to help themselves, but from pure, genuine, internal motivation. This form of Aquarius is exceptionally rare. You’re more likely to come across the sheep than the lone wolf manifestation of this sign.

So… For the love of god, stop calling Aquarians ‘humanitarian’ when they honestly couldn’t give a fuck, unless it makes them look good.

[Myth #1]

Damianos of Akielos Headcanon:

he has the exact same body type as Jason Momoa, and if he could, he would wear nothing but Cargo pants at all times and hang out at a skate park:

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY HUSBAND??

SQUARE UP BITCH, YOU’RE ABOUT TO BE EXALTED FROM YOUR OWN ASS

Just because someone lives with their parents doesn’t mean they are lazy and live with their parents money or live in their mom’s basement playing video games, there are a lot of reasons why people stay still in their parents home,renting or buying a home in your own isnt an easy job especially in our times that poverty rises dramatically,people have health/psycholigical problems and many other reasons.

The signs should know...
  • Aries: it's okay to not be okay. Let yourself break down. Cry. Let someone hug you while you do it. Remember I'll still look at you like you're standing in the top of a mountain even with red stained cheeks.
  • Taurus: you don't have to be there for everyone all the time. You are and it's noticed, trust me, but the second you let someone be there for you it'll be a gift you gave yourself. You have a golden soul and it'd be a shame if you didn't get a little of it for yourself.
  • Gemini: you made the right choice(s). I trust your decisions. You are smart. And you're in too deep to go back so live your goddamn life.this is what you have TAKE IT.
  • Cancer: you're the strongest person alive. You have mountains on your back and roses in your hair and I don't know how you do it. You're amazing. Don't let the mountains get too heavy.
  • Leo: it's okay to be frustrated. Remember why you are and don't get off track when expressing those feelings. Nobody is mad at you it's okay. I love you.
  • Virgo: you've been strong for a while now (your whole life) so go ahead and rest your beautiful brain. Be weak but only for enough time to realize that being strong is something you are, it's in you, it won't change.
  • Libra: feeling uncertain is okay!!!! If you feel it in your heart, go for it. If you feel it in your gut, turn the other way.
  • Scorpio: you're not mean, and you're not difficult. You're who you were made to be and that's nothing less than the the stars in the sky.
  • Sagittarius: every word that comes out of your mouth is heard and it is so nice to hear let me tell you. You're not annoying, and you make so many people so happy.
  • Capricorn: you don't have to be the same person that everyone always thought you were so you kinda just stuck with it. Change the way you need to for yourself and everyone else will just have to adapt. But remember that whichever "you" you choose is still 100% you.
  • Aquarius: you're understood. I get you. Keep talking. Say whatever it is you'd like. It'll be absorbed and remembered and stored in hearts and minds and souls into old age. Your words will be remembered in rocking chairs on old creaky porches at 7am when I'm old.
  • Pisces: oh you are so loved. And at every moment of every day you are on someone's mind. The smell of your hair and the sparkle in your eye and the words from your mouth scar the passerby's in shapes of stars on their mind in colors we've never seen before.
Leo: The Housecat

There’s something wild and pure about Leos that draws people to them.

They can be selfish, vain, self-centered, arrogant, narcissistic, etc. None of this is new information.

But so are most cats.

And like cats, Leos love the people who give to and care for them. They just have a funny way of showing it. They’re not shy about taking/asking for love or attention. However, when it comes to giving these things, they have to do it on their own terms. People are happy to accept any type of attention given by a Leo- just like any attention from a cat, even if its painful or inconvenient, is still better than no attention at all.

Leos can be haughty, capricious, and proud, but it’s somehow endearing. They are curious, excitable, and think you are blessed to be graced with their presence. It’s ridiculous, but also adorable.

We let cats get away with practically anything; same goes for Leos. For some reason, people are reluctant to get mad at them.

I guess lions are technically “large cats,” but when I think of Leos and all the reasons I love (and sometimes hate) them, I am reminded of the cute, common, not-so-humble housecat.

And I smile.