silent rank

have i mentioned how much i love my beautiful fashionista son

because i love him a lot

Callsign: Hikiwake 

Affiliation: Talon

After his father refused to align the Shimada clan with Talon, Hanzo was kidnapped and exposed to subconscious conditioning. Two weeks after he was recovered, he killed his father and slaughtered every member of his clan present at Shimada castle before (supposedly) murdering his brother and disappearing. 

Sometime thereafter, he reappeared among Talon’s ranks, a silent, deadly agent dedicated solely to their cause

Headcanon
  • So we know that Hagrid said in GoF that he was excited to see the tournament and that he’d be surprised to have lived long enough to witness it again.
  • That means he’s already witnessed it once, possibly during his own years at Hogwarts. 
  • and we know he went to school with Tom Riddle (better known as Lord Voldemort later).
  • So what if the tournament took place when Tom Riddle was still in school?
  • What if he tried out for it and got chosen as Hogwarts Champion?
  • So let’s imagine that. The great goblet spitting out Toms name. Nott, Rosier, Mulciber and all his other friends admirers cheering loudly. He walks up to Professor Dippet and smirks, looking back at the Slytherin table. 
  • And then there is the first task. In which the champions have to fight (as unofficially tradition) one or more magical beasts. 
  • And to many people’s horror (a little girl with brown hair named Myrtle Warren faints as she sees them for the first time) the beasts are giant snakes. Not Basilisks, mind you, but they are huge and intimidating.
  • Unless your name is Tom Marvolo Riddle and you are able to speak Parseltongue of course. So Tom, who has prepared all kinds of spells, since he didn’t know what the task was, just smiles maliciously as the Minister explains them what they have to do. 
  • And since he is such a drama queen (I CAN TOUCH YOU NOW!) he walks in, shooting stunning spells here and there, never actually hitting a snake, running over the field into the direction where the cave they must reach is. 
  • And the snakes hiss furiously, complaining loudly to each other. 
  • Another one of those imbeciles. Can’t a snake have their rest once in a lifetime?” “Yeah, I agree with you there, Haettung. Let’s get over with it and kill it.
  • And when they advance on Tom, he suddenly stops running and stunning the air. He stands there, opening up his arms, as if awaiting his death. 
  • The people in the ranks around the field scream. “What is he doing? Why should he do that? He’ll die!”
  • And then, back to the ranks, Tom starts speaking to the snakes in Parseltongue. Nobody can see him talking or hear him over the loud hissing of the snakes for that matter. But he smiles at the animals and calmly sais: “My highly honoured friends, I’m very sorry to disturb you in such a way. Let me just pass, kindly, and I’ll walk into that cave and never come back. After me another man will follow. He is rather chubby, I expect he will be a far better meal. So, if you let me go into that cave, I’ll ensure he will come. If you kill me now, you’ll pass the opportunity to eat your fill.”
  • And the snakes look at each other for a moment, and then just let him pass. And he walks calmly through them, each of them sliding away as he approaches. 
  • When he reaches the entrance of the cave, he turns around, looks at the stunned silent people on the ranks, and bows

There are nights where I lay in bed, staring at my ceiling, wondering why I do it. Why wait for someone who can’t be here with me when I need him? Why wait for someone to come back to me when he’s the one thats constantly leaving? Why wait for a brief moment with him after so many months apart? Why wait for something that might never happen? Why wait for him at all?

I’ll admit, there have been times where I’ve totally lost it. There have been times where I’ve thrown things across the room and dented my walls. There have been times where I’ve screamed into pillows so no one could hear me. And times where I’ve gone and sobbed in the shower until I couldn’t breathe. If you’ve done it, then I’ve done it too. If you’ve thought it, then I’ve thought it too. If you’ve felt it, then I’ve felt it too. Every single day I think, “What kind of relationship is this? Who has a relationship with someone they never get to spend time with? Who deals with this crap? I can’t plan a single damn thing without having to consult the the military first.”

I mean, it’s insane. right? My whole life revolves around skype, phone calls, and the promise of a future together. I don’t fall alseep next to him, I fall asleep with him on Skype. I don’t get to touch him, or hug him, or kiss him, nearly as much as I’d like to… Or nearly as much as I’m entitled to. I find that I secretly resent girls who get to see their boyfriends or fiancés or husbands all the time - the line “I miss him” doesn’t mean anything to me when they say it. I feel like they never understand what missing someone is until their someone has been taken from them. So, when our someone has been taken away by the military, it’s like we voluntarily rescind any rights to a life of normalcy for a love that is committed, first to country, and second, to us.

So, why? Why do we do this to ourselves? Is it not enough that our men are taken from us, shipped off to god-knows-where, and then returned to us only after their (and our) duty is done? Who, in their right mind, would want to deal with that?

Well, I’ll tell you who wants to deal with it:

I do. Your next door neighbor does. The cashier behind the counter does. The science teacher does. The stay-at-home mom does. The average college student does.

Any woman who loves him, wants to deal with it.

We do it because we love them. We do it because we are the strongest women on earth. We do it because one, single, solitary moment with them is worth a lifetime away from them. It doesn’t mean we have to do this with a smile plastered on our face, and (Lord knows) we certainly don’t most of the time. We do it because, for his love, we’d do anything.

Honestly, most of the time, I hate it. It takes a pretty strong person to ignore the sting of tears, threatening to spill onto the canvas we call our face… The smallest thing can bring tears to my eyes: a song, a smell, a word, a place. anything and everything can make me tear up. Pretending to be happy is like an Olympic sport for those of us who are in love with someone who serves; their duty is to their country, while our duty is to love them. Despite all the pain we endure, it is truly an honor to love a man like that.

I fall among the silent ranks of those who love someone in the military. I live, love, and suffer in silence, with thousands of others who are waiting just as patiently as I am. We cling to moments, few and far between, because they are the promise of something more. We yearn for the phone calls, the text messages, the emails, because they remind us who were waiting for. We don’t measure time in days, or weeks, or months… We measure time from when he left, to when he’s going to return. We’ve learned that long stretches of time without them is worth the minuscule amount of time we get to spend with them; “time is of the essence”, is our motto for life.

So, when you ask why we do it, remember, we also ask ourselves why we do it. We ask ourselves every single day why we deal with this loneliness, this pain, this stupid thing we call love… And every time we remind ourselves: because one day he’ll come home to me.

After all, if it was easy, it wouldn’t be worth it.

You all remember Valensuela but then you forget Artura

silent hill joke endings ranked

1. sh2 dog ending. 
a masterpiece. 

2. sh3 ufo ending.
who can’t love the fact that heather’s parents (harry mason, james sunderland, and an alien) destroy silent hill for her 

3. sh1 and sh2 ufo endings. 
tied because they are both of a high caliber. some classic aliens. 

4. silent hill downpour joke ending
the best use of pyramid head outside of sh2

5. silent hill shattered memories ufo ending
short and sweet, but full of the classic joke elements: aliens, mira the shiba, and james sunderland

6. silent hill origins ufo ending
travis can drive stick 

7. silent hill book of memories joke ending
long and full of Heterosexuals, but nice artstyle and literally All the references. the only place shameless references to older games are welcome

8. silent hill homecoming ufo ending
bad. you can get it on your first try. art style doesn’t change. not that funny. 

9. silent hill 4 joke ending
there isn’t one

anonymous asked:

Any story thats peeta is a soldier?

Anonymous said to everlarkficquestions: Hello! Any katniss and peeta military fanfics?

Anonymous said to everlarkficquestions: Any where katniss or peeta are in the military?

Historical:

Stories of Us - Ameiko

Country First - passionately_curious

In Name Only - Izzy Samson

Inevitable - annieoakley1

Knot Your Fingers Through Mine - monroeslittle

A Journey North - Dustwriter

Unfailing Love - knottedenergy

For Good - littlebluedress016

If This Be Treason, Make the Most of It - streetlightlove

Blue on Gray/A House United - shesasurvivor

Pour Toujours (For Always) - MTK4FUN

I Envy Thee Thy Love - SolasVioletta

The Deadlist Sins - pompeiigraffiti

Sins of the Father - streetlightlove

The Sacking of Persia - therebelliondies

What’s So Civil About War Anyway - icbiw

The Journey Home (English Officer!Peeta and Indian!Katniss) - Mejhiren

When There Are Clouds in the Sky - Abagail_Snow

The Blind Date - malibustacy

Promises and Plans - loupee

The Colour of Heartbreak - alatariel_gildaen

Modern:

Semper Fidelis - falafel_waffel

Ours - captainkatie88

The Long Run - Girl With the Dandelion

I’m Coming Home - lionesseshuntbetterinpacks

Come Back to Me - bakerswiife

Whatever Happens Here - cchester1985

Love You Long Time - PoppedtheP (*note: hasn’t been updated in 84 years; proceed with caution)

A Thousand Years - ijustwritehungergames

Mellark’s Frosty Forest - Jenye

The Silent Ranks - sessy52 part dos

The Medic - loudman1

Run to You - titania522

Floriography - FanficAllergy & RoseFyre

The Scariest Thought - RedHeadedFlame

A Safe Place - HavishamWard

Hope and Sacrifice - LibertySue

And Katniss is in the military in these:

The Aviator and the Navigator - Hey_You

Semper Fidelis - falafel_waffel

Coming Home - davis32

Fighting to Come Home - davis32

What’s So Civil About War Anyway - icbiwf

the wax and the wane

Star vs. the Forces of Evil || Toffee/Moon Butterly || Part I
notes: for Kami, because she’s always quietly supporting me and I’m weak for angst-riddled monster ships. This is just going to be a series of drabbles my dudes, hope you like them!
warnings: blatant discrimination against monsters?

.

The monster arrives at the castle for the long celebration of Moon’s sixteenth birthday. He comes as part of a minor lord’s small entourage, but he is neither titled nor a servant; he simply is, a pale, benevolent beast with a fine coat and a finer cravat.

Keep reading

Arcadia University Gothic
  • people disappear and reappear without warning. Here one moment, gone the next. Your roommate phases into thin air one night. Sometimes they’re gone for days, sometimes the whole semester. Sometimes they don’t come back. The school calls it “study abroad.”
  • behind you, a faint whirring becomes louder. lights appear, faster and faster they approach. You have no time. DIVE! DIVE FOR YOUR LIFE! the golf cart rushes by, apparently unaware of your existence. You find yourself on the green. You have broken through the solid ice and into the bottomless mud below. people don’t search for you. they assume you’re studying abroad.
  • in the morning, in the evening, they are there. The lounge kids. Do they go to class? Do they sleep? Do they have dorm rooms? Do they even go here?
  • It’s a cold winter’s day. You’ve decided to cut through the Kistler/Thomas/Dilworth complex to get to the dining hall. You no longer know how long you’ve been traveling. You are weak with hunger. You’ve watched the seasons pass through the few and far between windows. You finally find yourself back to where you started. The spring semester is now over. people haven’t searched for you. they assumed you were studying abroad.
  • A mysterious man stalks across the green. Like a time-traveler, his garb suggests that of a by-gone era. Or, perhaps a strict disciple of Henry David Thoreau. You see him, staging battles past. The wild man of Arcadia University. His mane blowing through the breeze. They call him Indiana Jones. 
  • The campus lays barren. Not a human soul to be seen. the pitter patter of small feet. A rustle in the bushes. The scritch scratch of claw on tree. A squirrel gnaws on half a bagel it has pulled from a nearby garbage can. It’s beady eyes stare at you. It reaches down and adjusts the straps on it’s tiny backpack. It’s late for 8:30 Bio in Boyer. No people inhabit arcadia university. 
  • There is a building. Oft mentioned, ner seen. The art students speak of it with a long away stare, pain in their eyes. where is-what is spruance?
  • They cultivate. In numbers ever growing and in boundless ranks. a silent army. the arcadia university frisbee team is vast and mysterious, consisting of what seems to be almost the entire population. yet you can find no-one who claims to be a part of it. who are they? what do they want?
  • It’s almost halloween at arcadia university. the castle tour make sure to mention the undoubtedly haunted status of arcadia’s halls. the tour guide stops and smiles wearily. she opens her mouth, only to be silenced by a loud bang from down the hall. she laughs it off with a tired, resolute giggle.just another victim of indefinite study abroad.
3

Hegel, Haute Couture and the Ivy League: Why the objectively indefensible “brand names” aren’t always superficial

Haute Couture and the Ivy League have much in common: they’re both often used as archetypes for the categories they represent (being fashion and higher education respectively), they’re both extremes of these respective categories, but more importantly, they’re both highly criticized and at times incredibly controversial. To some, the financial selectivity of haute couture, where a Dior couture dress can cost several hundred thousand to a million dollars, and the academic selectivity of the Ivy League, where admissions rates consistently fall below 10% (and less than 1% for international students), are the excessive results of an unwarranted amount of value placed upon what are essentially the societal constructs of “brand names”. In the 21st century of empiricism, defenders of couture and Ivy League universities have to argue that they do have objective value: citing superior tailoring in the case of couture, or low teacher-to-student ratios in the case of the Ivies. But within the Hegelian dialectic of absolute idealism where the formation of the truth is predominantly influenced by social thought, perhaps it can be argued that it is the collective – the intangible, objectively indefensible value of “brand names”- that ultimately matters most, and that the need for objective argument comes from society’s own undervaluing of the collective.

We all live in a virtual reality utterly shaped by society. This was Hegel’s thesis of absolute idealism, where the formation of knowledge arises from a dialectical process of the struggle between our perception and the ideas of others – an attempt to achieve stable and truthful categories of thought in this conflict between subjective and collective. Hegel called the collective consciousness the “Spirit”, and within the enclosed system between the self and the Spirit, our truth is always relative. We can thus decode the Spirit’s placement of value on the Ivy Leagues, because being the few first universities formed in the United States, other objects in the category of thought (higher education) would be seen in relation to the original objects. Most original couture houses also serve as points of reference for contemporary fashion, as they derive their unrivalled status from the creation of that which has been assimilated into modern fashion norms, and the originality still demanded to even considered by the chamber syndicale means that ready to wear items are usually seen in relation to their counterparts in the couture season. Couture and the Ivy League thus embody the Spirit as the ‘universal quality’ by which the subject’s unique knowledge of either fashion or higher education must be judged against. It is their inherent recognizability within a system of thought that compels valorization – not a perceived, objective characteristic.

Yet, Hegel acknowledged the conflict between our mind’s own attempt to grasp the nature of the thought category through sense perception, and the imperceptible social constructs that determine how we should see that thought category, which inevitably produces skepticism and discomfort. The world of fashion is open in its recognition of the value of Haute Couture based on the Spirit, or the collective consciousness of intangibly relativist social norms. Magazines deeming ‘fashionable’ clothing as that which mimics the trends set by haute couture best, and fashion bloggers create silent ranks of inequality based on ownership of brand names closely related to couture houses. In response, the frustration inherent in the Hegelian dialectic between subjective and collective leads many to condemn the fashion world as shallow for simply pandering to the collective. In contrast, in the world of higher education and the Ivy Leagues, this discomfort leads us to seek transcendence. In Hegel’s Phenomenology of Spirit, the constant struggle of the subject being trapped in the relativist dialectic led people to religion in an attempt to seek something isolated from the system of our virtual reality, but in the 21st century of individualist, empiricist thought, it is objectivity we turn to instead. By denying the importance of the collective, we instead seek qualitative and quantitative arguments to form a more solid basis for truth, such as the accessibility of professors and quality of teaching assistants, or the number of courses offered and the teacher to student ratio. People are told to judge higher education by these objective markers that attempt to isolate thoughts from the relativism of the Spirit of collective consciousness, whilst fashion is condemned for refusing to do so.

 I won’t dismiss those objective markers as unimportant. But it is impossible to deny that the Hegelian view of the absolutely idealist world, whilst not entirely flawless (we’ll get into Schelling’s post-metaphysical work in a later article), does offer a powerful case for the importance of socially determined values. We are told to spurn “brand names” for objectivity, but when the collective consciousness of the Spirit is a factor in our determination and creation of knowledge and the truth, it is impractical to try and disregard what society deems to be valuable in our considerations of what we deem to be valuable. The Ivy League differs from Haute Couture in that they try to dissociate themselves from the collective consciousness, but in reality, students don’t choose universities in the Ivy League because of their “diverse range of nationalities” or “strong core curriculum” – the brand name is an important, if not the most important, factor. And why shouldn’t it be? The discomfort provoked by discrepancies in idealist ‘truths’ is not necessarily something to fear. In a world ultimately determined by the synthesis of the subjectivity of our own perception and the collective consciousness of society, brand names aren’t superficial constructs – they’re essential to how we live. 

written by somethingvain

“ARMY GIRLFRIEND”
There’s an American Girl
Doing the best that she can
Taking her Rank Along side her man
She wears no dog tag Don’t carry a military ID
She gets no recognition upon the T.V
She carries A badge that no other possess
its the badge of courage for the man she loves best
There is no pay rate for the job that she does,
She stands beside her Soldier the one that she loves.
She don’t get to see him a full 365 days
But maybe half of that is spent with him away
Somewhere in a 3rd world Country
Fighting for our Rights,
While someone sits with a Silent rank
Who Cannot sleep at night.
We are not Mothers, Sisters or Wives
But Simply Army Girlfriends
Who love our soldiers with all our lives .
Author: Michelle Stevens

Expand your horizons! These are Japanese fanfic SUMMARIES! Not translations. Though I keep not actually summarizing and translating.

Eren is a military doctor. All he had ever wanted was to save people, but after having so many die right in front of him while he’s unable to do anything, he’s grown disillusioned with it all. Every time he announces that it’s too late for the patient, he receives rebukes and insults. Liar, murderer…Demon.
The smell of tobacco on his clothes grows stronger by the day.

While taking a walk away from the camp, he hears the sound of water. If it’s clean, they might be able to use it for treatments. Even if he’s fallen so far, he’s still a doctor through and through, he laughs bitterly to himself.

He takes a step forward…and falls.


[PenduluM CloCk] A by モリモ


Keep reading

Viéllja - a Frozen fanfiction

Rating: G

Pairings: Big/little ice bros, implied Kristanna

Summary: Six months after the Great Thaw, a magical accident leaves Queen Elsa in a strange and vulnerable state. To keep her safe, and her condition a secret, Kristoff hides her on the mountain and watches over her. 

Note: A chaptered fic, what? We’ll see how well I can keep up with a decent update schedule. But this is a semi-crack fic for me, and you can expect the chapters to be short, probably under 1k. Further note: There’s been a boom in big/little ice bros fics–who could resist after comickergirl‘s adorable sketches??–but since I was already working on this fic I’m holding off on reading the work of those talented people for the moment so that I wouldn’t accidentally be influenced. This premise is a little different, I think, but just in case, similarities that may show up are entirely coincidental! 

Viéllja - Brother,  Northern Saami

Chapter 1

“Are we almost there?”

Anna’s voice in his ear was urgent, scared, and Kristoff glanced down at the bundled up figure in his arms. Six months ago there had been another frantic journey on Sven’s back, galloping through the snow and trees, but this time they were going the other way. This time Anna was behind him, her arms tight around his waist, and the limp form against his chest was much smaller.

The world could change so abruptly. Six months ago, a summer day had turned to winter in a blink. Five months ago he’d changed overnight from a man who lived nowhere in particular into a fiancé who lived in the castle. And now he was urging Sven toward the trolls’ valley, when an hour ago he’d been with Anna in the library for tea.

Keep reading

jennagill  asked:

Can you list the military fics out for Veterans Day? Thank you :)

Sure thing, thanks for asking this! Here they are:

Historical:

Stories of Us - Ameiko

Country First - passionately_curious

In Name Only - Izzy Samson

Inevitable - annieoakley1

Knot Your Fingers Through Mine - monroeslittle

A Journey North - Dustwriter

Unfailing Love - knottedenergy

For Good - littlebluedress016

If This Be Treason, Make the Most of It - streetlightlove

Blue on Gray/A House United - shesasurvivor

Pour Toujours (For Always) - MTK4FUN

I Envy Thee Thy Love - SolasVioletta

The Deadlist Sins - pompeiigraffiti

Sins of the Father - streetlightlove

The Sacking of Persia - therebelliondies

What’s So Civil About War Anyway - icbiwf

The Journey Home (English Officer!Peeta and Indian!Katniss) - Mejhiren

When There Are Clouds in the Sky - Abagail_Snow

What’s So Civil About War Anyway - icbiwf

The Blind Date - malibustacy

Promises and Plans - loupee

The Colour of Heartbreak - alatariel_gildaen

Normandy Landing - AlwaysEverlark

Modern:

Semper Fidelis - falafel_waffel

Ours - captainkatie88

The Long Run - Girl With the Dandelion

I’m Coming Home - lionesseshuntbetterinpacks

Come Back to Me - bakerswiife

Whatever Happens Here - cchester1985

Love You Long Time - PoppedtheP (*note: hasn’t been updated in 84 years; proceed with caution)

A Thousand Years - ijustwritehungergames

Mellark’s Frosty Forest - Jenye

The Silent Ranks - sessy52 part dos

The Medic - loudman1

Run to You - titania522

Floriography - FanficAllergy & RoseFyre

The Scariest Thought - RedHeadedFlame

A Safe Place - HavishamWard

Hope and Sacrifice - LibertySue

All I Want for Christmas is You - writingforhugs

Missing You Dearly - glintwarsgreatest

untitled drabble - dracoisalooker

And Katniss is in the military in these:

The Aviator and the Navigator - Hey_You

Semper Fidelis - falafel_waffel

Coming Home - davis32

Fighting to Come Home - davis32

What’s So Civil About War Anyway - icbiwf


And in case any slipped through the cracks for this list, here’s our Military!Everlark tag

fucking ‘military so’ tag on tumblr pisses me off so much
everyone acts like it’s some sort of like glorified relationship or they complain about it to the point where no one wants to fucking hear it anymore
yes, we understand, you miss him. shut the fuck up.
also, this 'silent rank’ thing is such bullshit. 

Imagine Kylo Ren getting increasingly frustrated as he tries in vain to blow out the candles on his birthday cake while one of the higher ranking officers silently throws away an empty box labeled “Trick Candles”

One Good Templar (open RP)

two armies stand poised to fight, one a horde of Norse warriors, their weapons drawn, beserkers out front, golden hair tied in flowing braids and their shields glistening in the sun, casting a near-blinding glow onto the field in front of them as they bellow like enraged animals, the other army is that of the Templars, their ranks silent as ghosts as their white armor decorated with catholic crosses shines polished.

two men step forward, one from each side, from the Norse comes a tall, very muscular white-skinned man with deep blue eyes, long, blond hair, a burn scar covering most of his back, a sword scar across his right eye, several puncture scars on his arms, legs and chest, three claw marks across his neck, Viking runes tattooed on his left arm and a small dragon branded on the forearm, his expression resembling that of a wolf in the middle of a hunt. from the Templars approaches an even taller male, his dark black hair cascading down his shoulders as he removes his helmet.

“what are the terms of his battle?” asks the Nord as he glances back to his brethren “the same as any other, heathen”, the Templar responds, “any who surrender are to be treated well, quarter shall be given and all efforts shall be made to ensure they survive until rescue cometh.” “acceptable”, the other replies, “if only all of your brethren saw as you do..” he smiles “shall we begin then?” the knight asks as he offers a hand to shake “the sooner we fight, the sooner we see who is most skilled.” the berserker answers shaking his hand.

at the conclusion of this gesture, both men signal their armies, soon resulting in a calamitous fight as the two forces collide. the sound is deafening with metal meeting metal and flesh meeting flesh, screams of the wounded and the dying piercing the air as daggers from the pits of hell itself.