simply early

(Technically it’s the 15th since it’s 1:38am)

So there’s one bit near the end of the Genocide Run that hit me pretty hard, personally. And as with most things that hit me very hard emotionally, it was a random almost throwaway line that wasn’t written to be focused on that much. But whether it intentionally held the meaning I took from it or not, it doesn’t change the fact that I DID take meaning from it.

When Flowey is monologuing near the very very end of the game and explaining what he went through, he talks about how he lacks the ability to feel anything for the people around him, and how desperately, frantically, he wishes he did. He talks about how, at first, he tried to help people. He talks about how at first it seemed to help, but every time it was time to let go, to move on, he got scared and couldn’t do it. He’d panic and reset instead. And how then he’d be right back where he started. And he would try helping everyone again.

But it became hollow. Everyone always said the exact same things, and did the exact same things. And nothing changed. And nothing new ever happened.

And eventually, just out of sheer desperation for SOMETHING new, he decided to kill everyone. And how that was at first a relief, but even that grew stale and empty as he did it over and over again. Until he was left with nothing, and there was nothing to care about, either for better or worse, but he couldn’t let go either. So he was trapped in this world where nothing ever changed, and he couldn’t make himself leave.

It’s a sad story, but it’s also a bit of a gut punch because of its implications.

Maybe in time, the person playing the game, the actual human being behind the keyboard, not the pixel character they control, would find themselves in the exact same situation. Eventually, things in a game stop changing. Characters always say the same things, do the same things. And maybe in time, as boredom takes over, the player would also try a genocide game just for SOMETHING new. But eventually even that will become empty and lead to nowhere after you do it enough.

I can’t really say if that’s true or not. I can’t say it’s false either.

But It’s 2 years now. And a lot of us are still here. And more importantly a lot of us still care. Quite deeply in fact.

And maybe we won’t care forever, maybe the same thing will happen, or more likely, we’d be the ones able to let go and move on to other things and let go. Maybe there’s no escaping that.

But it’s been 2 years, and at least for now, we’re still here.

There is also the possibility I’ve considered, that since the insane success of the game was never expected or anticipated at all, that the level of love it caused in gamers was a complete and utter surprise, maybe their ability to never fall into that cycle of apathy and just how long they can keep going, caring as hard as ever, will also be a complete surprise that was never foreseen.

Or even more simply, maybe Flowey just needed to be shown, as with so many things, he was wrong about that too.

Who knows. Honestly I can’t say how things will look in time. It could either way.


But at least by year 2 we were still here.

anonymous asked:

*Whispers* your headcanons are the most beautiful thing on this entire planet, besides u, of course.

aw thanks babe

  • pidge: “sleep is for the weak” shiro, who sleeps maybe five hours a night and is a god damn hypocrite: “what no go to bed”
  • humans and alteans look similar but their anatomies are different in little ways that trip everyone up
    • “you’re telling me humans have thousands of taste buds?” “you’re telling me alteans don’t? because oh my god that explains the goo”
    • “a ‘belly button’? why do you have a button on your-”
    • “now what the heck would you need two lungs for? just seems inefficient if you ask me”
    • both species are convinced the other one is the weirder one
  • lance: “keith, we’re friends, right? buddies? bros? amigos? ‘bromigos’, if you will-?” keith: “keep this up and we won’t be friends for much longer”
  • *allura voice* “a princess is never late, everyone else is simply early”
  • lance hums theme songs from movies while doing things
    • mission impossible if he’s sneaking around
    • pink panther if he’s going under cover
    • sometimes the star wars theme if he’s just chilling on the observation deck
  • coran spent a whole year perfecting the art of snapping with gloves on
  • lance, crying: “why are you smiling??” hunk: “it’s just that this is the first time i’ve seen you look ugly and it makes me kind of happy”

I haven’t shared a picture of my face in quite a while. Today I woke up & took this one. No masks, no smile pretending, no make up, a skin rash in my left cheek, my beautiful bushy eyebrows that I have chosen to accept and love exactly as they are, my unbrushed messy wild soft curly hair, my face… Just as it is. And the reason why I feel so deeply & truly to share this is simply because I want to remind every single one of us how beautiful we are. Exactly as we are. We are already perfect. A reminder that the beauty is not necessarily in the face… At all… But in the goodness & love of your heart. How kind you are to yourself & others & the earth. How you smile from your heart. How you share beauty with all those around you. How honest & clear you are. How strongly & softly you move through life. Are you lifting others up with each action & word or putting them down? It’s so easy to forget how beautiful we are when we live in a city or are constantly surrounded by the obsession about the physical looks… Fashion magazines, television, social media craziness… As if we don’t have anything else to offer beyond our body. May we all rise above all of this. May we see the beauty within. May we always be kind. May we always be strong. May we always be soft. May we be the difference we wish to see in the world. Even if that means to simply take a early morning selfie of yourself just as you are & happily sharing it with the world… Self love is the very first romance. 🌸💓🌸

shiverslightly  asked:

Hi Cassie, with mundane medicine being forbidden in the Shadowhunter world I'm wondering what would happen to those with rare genetic diseases. My daughter has one called cystinosis and requires a lot of medicine to keep her healthy. Would a genetic disorder be something that the Silent Brothers could heal? Or would her family need to become mundane so she could live? Are Shadowhunters even susceptible to genetic disorders? Thank you for your time :)

They would be treated by the Silent Brothers. The Silent Brothers and their magic are actually really useful — there are some areas that we’ve seen in which Silent Brothers are not the optimum option for treatment. Anything the Shadowhunters don’t believe exists, for starters! But in terms of sicknesses of the body, there are a lot that Silent Brothers can simply cure early in life. There are disadvantages to being a Shadowhunter, but also advantages, and access to the magic and medicine of Silent Brothers and warlocks is one of them. If Shadowhunters didn’t die so often in battle, they would likely have longer lifespans than mundanes.

“You’re late, chat noir!”
“Im-pawsible, m’lady! I’m not late, everyone else is simply early~”

⭐️Carnival AU aka chat trying to play it cool while ladybug does neat-o trapeze tricks :)⭐️
help me I’m stuck in ml hell

a king is never late

read on ao3 !!!!!

a/n: hello yes during this malec break im an endless ball of angst and if i have to die then you guys have to as well <333333

word count: 3,146

summary: it’s been five days since magnus walked away from alec. neither of them are doing so great.

Alec rushed around the Institute, trying to control the damage that Sebastian had left in his wake. Everyone was terrified for themselves, their families, their friends. There was no telling who Sebastian would kill to find out more about the Mortal Instruments. He was still raising Hell, even though it had been five days since his attack on Max and the Shadowhunters that had been guarding the mirror.

Five days. Alec knew he was using Sebastian as an excuse to forget about Magnus and bury himself in his work, but he was always there, lingering in the back of Alec’s mind, torturing him constantly.

The first day was the worst.

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yumi-chanwriter  asked:

I'm not quite sure if you can help me because my question is not about hand-to-hand-combat but warfare. Do you know how a medieval-like army would act if their enemies are hiding in the mountains? They Do not have to win immeadiately but they should be able to fight them.

In very basic terms, your characters have two choices: Wait them out, or go in and try to hunt them down. Which option is better will depend on a lot of factors.

Moving military forces into mountains is rarely an ideal option. Even under the best of circumstances, you’re looking at difficult to navigate environment that can turn lethal with little to no warning. In some cases, it can actually prove impossible to move forces through because the geography doesn’t allow passage. This also means sending out scouts and trying to find navigable paths, which slows progress.

Getting above the snow line means dealing with harsh conditions that your forces may not be prepared to deal with, and depending on the mountains in question, that may be necessary for traversal.

If you’re dealing with forces native to the mountains, then sending forces in will be very costly. They’ll be in familiar terrain, have a better grasp of where the natural chokepoints are, have a mobility advantage (because they’ll actually know where the possible paths and trails are), and have time to cover their retreat with traps.

If your forces are familiar with the mountains, and the opposing forces aren’t, then you can herd them into dead ends, and move through the territory far faster. If there are friendly mountain settlements, they may help your forces know where their foes have gone.

Of course, the inverse makes this harder. If there are mountain settlements who are hostile (openly or otherwise) to your forces, that will (usually) make life easier for the foes they’re pursuing. This settlements could function as an ad hoc picket, or they could actively support the attackers, while harassing or attacking your forces.

Combat in mountainous terrain is a mess, and heavily favors the side that can best exploit the terrain. In a situation where one side knows the environment better, they’ll be in a far better position to operationalize that. If they’re being pursued, they will know when, and were, to stop and fight, for maximum effect. Let’s take this out of abstraction, for a moment, and talk about exactly how this works.

If you have a sheer cliff face, and the only way up are via goat trails or some canyons that cut into the side. This will create a natural choke point. You can position a (comparatively) small contingent of melee forces to block the path, and then let your archers open up on the assaulting force.

If you have uneven terrain, you may be able to post archers overlooking any other potential combat site, while the enemy cannot get to them without trekking out of their way for miles.

Narrow mountain passes allow you to (nearly) negate the difference in force size. Mass melee combat is not decided by the side who brings more forces to the battle, it’s decided by the side who can put more soldiers directly into combat. In narrow spaces, where only three or four soldiers can stand abreast, the rest of their forces are basically irrelevant. Put another way, you can’t overwhelm your foes with sheer numbers, if those numbers are restricted to picking their nose, and waiting in line for their turn to fight.

The other option is to wait them out. Stay in the lowlands, where your forces can operate effectively. Fortify potential targets for their future raids (such as towns and villages). You will probably, also, want to send scouts into the mountains to track their movement, and gather information about the size and location of their forces. As they become more familiar with the terrain, it’s also possible they could engage in some limited sabotage and harassment.

Depending on how serious the threat is, and the available resources, it may also be time to fortify the region. In the lowlands, that means constructing watchtowers. In the mountains that may mean constructing fortifications along paths that your scouts identify, to protect your forces from potential choke points (like the ones I mentioned above).

At this point, you have two approaches. First is to simply maintain the early warning network, gradually reinforce the defenses, and wipe them out when (or if) they come. The second is to carefully map out the region, identify their means of getting around, and gradually boxing them in, either with standing forces, with fortifications, or with some combination of both.

I suppose another option would be to charge in and get wiped out. That’s, probably, not quite the kind of story you were going for, but it is an entirely plausible outcome, particularly if the lowland forces commander is overconfident or too aggressive. So, that option is on the table. If the fighting has to happen immediately, then that is the most likely outcome.

-Starke

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captainemwinchester  asked:

Congratulations Prompt : 9, 11. Sam and Dean's middle sister

Thank you! And sorry this took such a long time, I just really had to think about what to write, I think I re-wrote it four times or something 😁  Ended up being a pre-series AU with John, Dean and Sammy, and beware, this is angsty.

Originally posted by lost-shoe

Lately, you had been having a down-period. One where the dark thoughts took more place than the happy ones. One where you just kind of got tired and angry with everything. When it came to your family, you were tired of your dad focusing only on hunting, you were tired of Dean blindly following his orders and tired of Sam always provoking John and therefore making things worse. You were tired of getting hurt and seeing them getting hurt. You were tired of doing the same things over and over and over again. When it came to your education you just wanted to graduate high school and be out, because you never made any friends and you were just so tired of people. You just couldn’t bother to care anymore, and you got more and more negligent when it came to keeping your family’s secret. For example your brothers asked you if you shouldn’t cover the black eye you receive during a fight with a vetala, but you just shook your head. They’ll judge me anyway.’

Now, the breaking point came during the latest hunt; the ultimate let down. You were supposed to be bait for a werewolf, luring it out and anger it to the point that it attacked, and that’s when John, Sam and Dean were supposed to step in. Only they didn’t. You were left on your own for way longer than you were supposed to, running for dear life, lungs burning, heart hammering to the point that you thought it’d stop beating completely. As you ran, you tried looking for your family, just hoping that they would show up with their rifles loaded with silver at the ready. The werewolf caught up to you before they did, and soon its claws were embedded in your side and you let out a panicked scream. That’s when Sam came running, in the distance a ‘wait Sam!’ could be heard, and then a gunshot rung out, and the werewolf was finally dead. Although, you couldn’t decide if Sam - not to speak of John and Dean - had come to your rescue too late, or simply too early. You didn’t spend too much time contemplating it right there and then because you then blacked out.

When you came to it again, you were lying on one of the motel beds in your room. It was still dark out, so you estimated that you’d only been out of a couple of ours tops - and it was a good sign, although, you almost wished you could lose consciousness again, because being around your family was the last thing you wanted.

“I’m… we’re, sorry so sorry-” Dean began, but you instantly cut him off, cursing at him and telling him to ‘shut up.’ 

“Sorry doesn’t change what you did.”

Your dad instantly interfered, telling you to lay it off. “Don’t speak to your brother like that. It was me who told them to wait. We needed to be sure that we could hit ‘em, you know how rare these types of bullets are.”

“So, what, you sacrificed me? Your daughter, your sister?” You angrily glared at them and cursed at the tears forming in your eyes. “Screw all of you.”

Dean looked like he was about to cry. John was about to tell you off, again, but Sam stopped him, telling him that you should rest, which he actually listened to. So you tried to sleep but wasn’t all that successful. Soon, Sam crawled onto the bed as well - you shared because there wasn’t enough beds in the small motel room.

“Don’t go too hard on Dean, Y/N. He only followed Dad’s orders.” He reasoned, although kept his voice gentle.

“That’s the problem.” You responded. It got quiet for a moment, and you didn’t even know if Sam was still awake over there in the darkness when you spoke up again. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Me neither,” came your little brother’s response.