to everyone who thinks their trauma responses are an over reaction because their traumatic experience was mild compared to other people’s:
The people who had the “worse” trauma also think they’re overreacting to a mild issue. The sole survivors of plane crashes, abused children, people sold into slavery and Vietnam draftees also think they’re overreacting. there are even people who survived *Auschwitz* who think they’re being overly dramatic. These people are even TOLD they’re over reacting by third parties. Everyone thinks their trauma wasn’t that bad and they’re making it all up. Trust me, if symptoms are there, it was real trauma and it was severe. You are not over reacting.
So there’s this guy on Reddit I was talking to who is creating a fake block that looks down upon Planeswalkers, and takes the power of each mana to it’s extremes… it inspired me to play with that idea, but in the blind eternities.
Extinguished is a temporary creature type which is given to Planeswalkers who lose their spark while within the Blind Eternities. Effectively, the Blind Eternities is made in to it’s own plane, composes solely of former planeswalkers of all power levels, and Eldrazi.
(( Ship Warning: This Fic contains Lewthur (Lewis x Arthur)
Yoooooo so it’s finally time to post a thing about this: this anon came into my inbox a whileeeeee ago and I ended up asking the anon if they were okay if I made it into a drabble instead of a magic anon since anything related to this magic anon would be considered AU territory because I consider all my Lewthur writing to be in AUs since my Lewis is straight and not interested in Arthur romantically.
So yea, here is a drabble where Mallew’s memories suddenly become quite clear…and he finally understands the situation in full…
Update: a sequel to this drabble can be found here!))
From being a mere ranger and one of many of the (Dead) Evil Greater Power Bhaal’s spawns to sole ruler of a plane among the deities of the Upper Planes after consuming her “father’s” godhood.
Rarely in her elven form, she is often seen as a red and black marsh or hen harrier avatar patroling her personal plane within Arborea, the Chaotic Good elven heavenly wildlands. Metzli’s followers and worshippers adorn themselves in her royal colours: red, black, and green, and embrace her mantra of “no bad deed goes unnoticed.” At present she and a small company are actively searching for her murdered bondmate’s soul, originally residing in Arvandor, but assumed to have been kidnapped by former enemy of her father.
Last, but not least, Kamui Kirito’s profile with “What’s
Kamui?” additional pages and all the material related to him like details
on his seven personalities, patents, his followers etc. And with this, I’m done
with the profiles. I can finally attend to other things. <3 Well, even
though the Profiling Book hasn’t answered all the questions about S2, it has
shed light on some of them. They could do better than that though.
Brilliant Master Of Holos And Drug Designer
Special Patents related to Kamui
An Invisible Man: His Birth and Intentions
A Man Whose Existence Is Denied
Eight Personalities That Rule Over Kamui
In Search of True Judgment
Keywords Untying The “Kamui” Knot
A Season In Hell
“Putting our lives on the line, we ask you… Sibyl… can you see
our color? ”
It’s a tradition for Tyra to parade out her semifinalists and make them share their darkest and most personal secrets in order to determine whether they have it what it takes to be a model. On ANTM, a subpar appearance can always be overlooked if the model has some rare disease or tragic accident in her past.
This year, though… it’s like ANTM wasn’t even trying to make us cry! Was this really the best they could find? Where is the Hurricane Katrina survivor? Where is the homeless person? Where is the burn victim? Where is the victim of female circumcision? Where is that one lesbian who was the sole survivor of a plane crash as a kid?
I’m almost tempted to say that they are putting more focus on finding actual models this year, except they recruited a bunch of freaks and shorties, so that can’t be it. Anyway, you can read about some of their personal tragedies here… and no, don’t worry about grabbing the tissues.
Mame was the child of a diplomat and lived a privileged lifestyle in Switzerland with cooks and maids. Then she got in one little fight, and her mom got scared; she said, “You’re moving with your aunt and your uncle in Bel Air.” Okay, I might have mixed her story up a bit with the Fresh Prince, but anyway, she gets shipped to her aunt and uncle in America for “stability”’s sake. Apparently, Mame could not stop this because there’s NO arguing with African parents. Maybe, though, there’s just no arguing with her father because he’s a diplomat and therefore always diplomatic.
Just when you think Mame’s story can’t get any sadder, she cries about how she was “raised over the phone.” If only the Line App were around when she was a teenager, I’m sure she’d be much closer to her family.
You’ll never guess what’s wrong with this guy. He’s suffering from a long…
… neck. The poor child! At least he’ll never be accused of being a no-neck monster.
His more substantial physical disability is “cauliflower ear.” I initially thought Tyra was babbling nonsense, but apparently that’s a real thing where the ear gets deformed after a wrestler gets bashed in the head repeatedly. If I were Dustin, I’d be more considered about what those injuries have done to his intelligence than the cartilage in his ears.
Believe it or not - and Tyra doesn’t apparently - this poor kid has to PAY HIS OWN BILLS. What has this world come to? Mikey says his childhood was difficult because the “late ‘80s/early 90s was a rough time in the world.” (Pretty sure he’s throwing shade at New Kids on the Block here.) He’s also one of the first males in his family not to go to prison. That’s an accomplishment, I guess, but why aren’t we seeing his formerly incarcerated relative on this show instead? Brother Ricky for ANTM 23! #MugshotRealness #23toLife
Despite being signed to six modeling agencies, clients never book Devin for actual jobs since he is “not the typical black guy.” He says the constant rejection has left him “messed up in the head.” Again, it is not his fault, it is the lack of modeling gigs that has driven him to his bizarre behavior. We’re praying for you, Devin.
No one has ever taken a picture of Courtney in her life! No parents? No friends? The only logical explanation for this is that she was a feral child left alone in the woods until ANTM held a casting call in the forest and welcomed her to the rest of society. Will she be able to handle having OTHER people take her picture? Crossing my fingers for this girl because it is one hell of a story.
Bryant is a successful underwear model, but he’s hoping to rebrand himself as more than that. “I’m here to show you that the clothes don’t wear you, you wear the clothes.” So far on this show, Bryant has worn like zero articles of clothing, so mission failed, I’d say.
Delanie lost 40 pounds and found her transition from duckling to swan to be difficult. If only you knew what it was like to become really, really, really pretty over a short time span. She was just this ordinary girl and now she’s been forced to enter a modeling competition due to this cursed beauty.
Hadassah is also cursed with beauty - she’s so pretty that people just assume she’s dumb! “A lot of people think I’m not very smart just by looking at me…” she says. That doesn’t sound fair! “… or hearing me talk,” she continues. Wait - hold the phone. If people think you’re dumb after you talk to them, then you’re probably just dumb. But being legitimately dumb might be sadder than having your intelligence underestimated, so I’ll give you a sliver of sympathy, Hadassah.
Maleesa is the shortest person in the competition and that’s horrible because… I dunno, people keep accidentally stepping on her or something?
Justin’s immigrant parents want him to quit modeling and get a “real job.” You’d think they’d just be glad that he’s not a drug dealer like his sister (okay, technically she’s a pharmacist, but same difference). It’s hard, but he’s already trying to break expectations of what an Asian is supposed to be:
If you say so, Justin.
This girl’s parents divorced when she turned 15, and she’s more distraught about the situation than the model who got molested. You know who else’s parents were divorced by the time they were teenagers? Half of America. Don’t waste our time with this shit, Lacey, unless YOU’RE the one who got divorced. If you want to be the next Jourdan, start practicing the line “I got married at 15 and divorced at 15.”
I took these photos from the observation deck on Enoshima :D Although I took the last 2 on my way around the island :3
I like this place and I wish to go back there :3 It is a funny place since it is connected to the mainland by a bridge but it feels like entering a very different place :D It could be an island far off the coast which makes it a great place to relax :3
Also there is great food (๑ ॣ•͈ٮ•͈ ॣ)♡ /\ /\ =(^-^)= (u_u)s <=the cats on this island seem to agree with me on the food :D
One of the most amazing things to see were the eagles soaring over the island and fighting with each other :o Just imagine 2 of those rushing towards each other and colliding in a small skirmish then diving down still entrenched in one another and letting go and either each going their own way or attacking again :o It is a very impressive display of skill and power :o
The landscape is very impressive too :3 It is quite rugged and the waves are crushing onto the coast constantly. The whole island feels like it had some fierce encounters with the sea which the very impressive wave breaking wall on the sea side of the island bears witness to :) I have to think of the big storm in the movie Ponyo every time I look at my photos of Enoshima and travel back to this place in my daydreams (o^-^o)
I liked the shrine too but I didn’t take too many photos of it (^-^;)
Aaaaand of course a photo of one of the very kind inhabitants of Enoshima :D They seemed to be very happy but also quite sleepy because it was summer back then :D I cuddled and petted another cat that seemed sad when I left and followed me for a short time… I wish I could have taken it with me ( ﾐΦﻌΦ)ฅ I would have named it ポテト(poteto) ( ﾐΦﻌΦ)ฅ
Last week was quite nice :) I went to a Wintermarkt (it is just like a Weihnachtsmarkt :D and to a Japan Stammtisch (thanks to @ninjalinslondon for recommending me meetup.com :) I also went to a English Stammtisch to practice English for my TOEFL test :3 It was really nice and it is great to meet people with similar interests although I feel like I’m kind of a unique/weird person (^-^;) Also I got told that I’m handsome (o^-^o) although I don’t really think I’m but still I enjoyed getting complimented :)
I worked on my kitchen shelf but I didn’t complete too much work as I nicked a plane blade by truing a used planes sole (>_<;) I should have used a scraper first to remove the first layer of wood and dirt :D Anyway I finished resharpening it now and I hope to finish the main part this weekend :)
Also I’m quite busy at my internship :) I hope I won’t disappoint anyone (^-^;) I’m trying my best but I’m also very aware of my flaws and my head is a wonderful place for analyzing things but I have troubles communicating what is going on inside of it… So sometimes all people can see is a single tree in the mist while there is a forest behind the veil of moist air.
Also I got a wonderful package from a very dear Japanese friend
I wish everyone a great week and sweet dreams and lots of fluffy cats (^-^)/
Okay, I wrote a sequel to this fic, and man did it take like…five hours. It’s over 4,000 words long! I don’t know what came over me, I just wanted to keep writing, haha. It is a bit all over the place, though, but I’ve already spent an hour trying to trim it down, and this is the best I can do. I might turn this into a series, though. Maybe I’ll post it on AO3 if it gets that far.
CW: References to #suicide, #self-harm, and implications of Komaeda’s #terminal illnesses.
He tries everything. He feels the frenzy, now, that he sees the others had when they were trying to wake up their closest friends. The others seem to think it’s rather alarming, that he’s feeling something like this because of Komaeda. This passion. This drive. This hope. Most of the time he’s in the library on the island, researching neurology. When he’s not there, he visits Komaeda, just to make sure he’s alive.
It’s kind of weird to research it. The more he understands about it, the more he understands how he became Izuru Kamakura. That’s not really something he wants to think about, but for Komaeda…
When he realizes that, though, he realizes something else.
He would know how to wake up Komaeda.
His fingers freeze on the page he’s turning. He can’t remember being Izuru very well, which is both a blessing and a curse. He remembers feeling constant boredom, feeling used. No wonder he joined the Despairs, feeling like that. He can’t remember what finally broke him, or how it happened. Enoshima, she must have done something…broke his spirit, she said. He takes in a sharp breath, and shakes his head. That knowledge, though, those talents…they’re all there, aren’t they? Deep inside of his brain…
He doesn’t need to remember being Izuru to get them, does he?
He closes his eyes, rubs the closed eyelids. He doesn’t even know if he could do that, let alone if he wants to. He’ll research this stuff for Komaeda, try and figure out a way to wake him up, but becoming Kamakura again? That’s going too far…
But maybe he can reach those talents…if he tries hard enough.
He throws himself into researching more and more, after that, hoping to find something that will trigger his talents, or at least some of the knowledge that he had before. Even after days, weeks…he can’t reach that part of his mind.
But, he has found something. A possibility. He’s no neurosurgeon, but he takes his idea to the people who are. The look it over, speaking to each other in hushed voices while he stands there, fists tightly clenched. Maybe I didn’t think it over enough, but–
“Even with your idea and combinations, Komaeda-san’s diseases make it unlikely that he’d survive this operation–”
“I don’t care about the odds.” He snaps, sounding oddly authoritative. Maybe there’s some part of Izuru still left in him. “He’ll survive.” His luck will let him survive.
It is a mere 24 hours before I begin my wayward journey. I’ve finally done away with the opinions of the fearful, the worrisome — those who squander their days and succumb to complacency. The divine creator has instilled in me a sense of curiosity and wonder, drawing me farther from my original degree of pharmaceuticals and money-hungry consumerism but instead has propelled me into his miraculous nature. The gentle push, my relentless instinct, the signs, the unmistakable positivity I’ve felt has all been astounding. He has turned my eyes towards his marvelous works: his hills and lakes and mountains call my soul louder than any promise of corporate success possibly could. He has given us a planet to explore, sunlight to bathe in, plants to heal our ailments, and the wind to urge us onwards. He allotted us all the supplies for optimal mental and physical heath — the most beautiful assets anyone could ever possess. So, soon enough I will solely hop a plane to North Carolina, share a home with strangers, and be educated by the land. My hands will be filled with the grit of the earth, my eyes will be lost in the faces of the strangers, my mind may long for familiarity… but this is right. One month later my soul sister will join me and we shall go west and reside on organic farms in Colorado and California for weeks on end. We will grow simultaneously with the gardens. We will display our purpose alongside the creatures. We will learn and laugh and appreciate the bounty of the earth which is surely the past, present, and future of all things meaningful. I am not planning beyond this, my soul is at peace and can rest assured that things will fall together — the blurry lapses in my road map of life do not worry me anymore. I trust, I know, I believe: A life in recluse is not what the divine creator intended for us. Harvest the fruits of the spirit and savor your soul. Throughout this leap of faith I aim to finally proclaim, voice unquavering, “I am just a mirror for the sun… I am just a mirror for the Son.”
Warnings: None Word Count: 1,653 Notes: Sort of Post-AOU, but also ignoring a lot of things that AOU established. For Stony Bingo 2015 prompt “last to know/oblivious”.
“Shit!” Steve jumps and his pen hand goes wild, scratching a jagged line through the entire drawing. “Jesus fuck, Nat, warn a guy.”
“Not my fault you’re not on your guard.” When he looks up at her, she looks distinctly pleased with herself, mouth quirking up and hip at a cocky angle. He feels like he doesn’t get to see her relaxed like this enough anymore, so he lets it go, looking back down at the ruined figure study. “That looks familiar,” Nat says, fingers tracing a bicep.
Finished restoring the bodies of the last western planes on my to do list :D
They are still useless as I didn’t take care of the blades yet (the chip breakers are done though :) (^-^;) So maybe I can take the first shavings tomorrow :D
The No. 135 hid a lot of cracks in its body behind the metal frame and to be honest this was what put it into my on hold bin (that is empty now :) and in case of the Sargent No.3408 I just had no wish to work on it for some time because It had a lot of rust on the frame and I thought it was cracked but it just turned out to be a poor casting :D <=very common in Stanley planes as well… The sole was kind of mushed (the sole was flat but kind of soft because of what I assume to be the result of using 40 or 20 grit sandpaper on it…) and flattening it meant resharpening the blade of my rough Kanna (HSS blade :) 4 times before I finally got to a non blunting and usable piece of wood (°_°;) It just ate blades… That was also the reason for tightening up the mouth of the plane because taking away so much material obviously ended up widening it a bit too much (^-^;)
The Stanley No.135 was well used and I suspect its previous owner/user didn’t notice most cracks in the body but I like to take things apart and clean them so I noticed these very quickly and felt the need to mend those (^-^;) I don’t know how practical it is since it doesn’t have a lateral adjustment mechanism but it looks nice and I’m pleasantly surprised about the quality of the castings :o The cutting depth adjustment mechanism cannot advance or retract the blade as much as the later mechanisms do but it feels nice and to be honest it doesn’t need to do that as you either let the blade protrude from the bottom for 0,5 mm or retract it to prevent damage to the blade or workpiece so for all practical applications I do not see this as a disadvantage to the plane as a whole :)
The only thing that bothered me a lot was that the manufacturer didn’t deburr the screws holding the cap iron and the curling piece for the adjustment mechanism :|
I like how detailed the casting of the bell on the cap is :3 I like details on things and this one is a really nice one :3
This was a good practice for making tiny bowtie splines and sliding dovetails :D I enjoyed doing this work and I’m looking forward to using them because to be honest while I do think that the Stanley No.4 and No.3 are the most versatile planes out there and that they do a very good job at things I am tired of cast soles…. I dislike needing to put oil on the sole to keep the friction down, the black marks they leave on some woods and rust. I’m happy that I got a No.4 because it is the best plane for setting up any wooden plane I can think of. So for this reason alone I’ll keep it and appreciate it :)
Anyway I like them and am looking forward to using them :) Although I feel like I just worked on them because I could and not because I needed them (^-^;) If I could I’d get a 42 or 50 mm Kanna and use it instead but those are currently not an option for me and the blades I do have are 65 and 68 mm blades :) So having a wooden soled western plane might prove to be a good compromise for the time being :)
I’ll make some Kanna soon :D
Today I helped a friend who is learning German and she taught me some Japanese :) It was fun but I didn’t do much else besides fixing those planes, taking an 8 km walk and eating :D
I was surprised my last article got any likes at all (^o^) I figured it would be boring to most people on the face of the earth :D
This weekend won’t be too busy and I’m looking forward to preparing for my job interview, meeting some friends and to practice speaking English at a meet up :)
I wish everyone a great weekend with sweet dreams, and crack free plane bodies (^-^)/