In case the world doesn’t know, a huge bomb blast happened in Syria. A suicide bomber attacked the evacuation convoys injuring 68 and killing 128.
Where is their support? Why do people only notice situations that affect the white man? Do we not get the same amount of limelight just because we aren’t white? I ask you people, why such hypocrisy? Are we not humans?
Pray for Syria and also pray for Marawi! They need as much support as Manchester.
listen if i was harry james potter i would have literally had my “”“"emo episode”“”“ in the first fucking book after being forced to live in an abusive home for ten years because the most powerful wizard of all time killed my parents and was out to kill me specifically but instead my teenaged son, harry james, goes through FIVE YEARS of traumatizing experiences and suffers people discrediting and silencing him at every turn before justifiably reaching his breaking point after watching his father figure die and you all have the nerve to call him “whiny”
remember everyone’s favourite headcanon about neil coming back to life once upon a time and telling his unsuspecting friends about it on movie night?? I wrote that bitch!!!
The light from the TV seizes every time a scene leaps off a building or the action crashes into the protagonist. It’s exhausting to be in the same room as the flicker of it; the pulsing gunfire and longwinded monologues intercut with showy violence that’s all soft in the middle.
The combat is slow — it’s obvious the director wants you to follow the stunt double’s prowess with your eyes, to take the moment that someone goes sprawling and package it, understand it, delight in your own understanding. The urgency of the fight whimpers and dies. It’s a half-time waltz set to galloping music, stilted dialogue fed into it all like splinters.
It’s almost a comedy, this palatable brutality playing out in a room full of fighters.
A woman hooks her leg in the window of a moving car and slides inside, and Neil makes a tsk-ing noise. She grapples with a driver and wins impossibly. The scene shifts and becomes a greyscale basement; the villain orders his cronies about in German that can’t figure itself out. Neil nudges Andrew’s foot with his and Andrew nods without looking.
The screen hiccups, abruptly paused. “What is it Lassie?” Matt jokes, mouth twitching. “Something wrong?”
“No,” Neil says, sour. “Just wondering if his German coach spoke any German.”
“I thought it was cute,” Nicky says.
“You think he’s cute,” Allison corrects, reaching over Renee to steal a twizzler from the knot of opened snacks on the coffee table. She bites into it viciously when she says, “you’re into boys who can’t speak the same language as you. They’re easier to trick.”
“Wow,” Nicky says, bewildered. “The bitch is out today.”
Allison swipes primly at her lipstick. “Always is.”
“You got another horrifying factoid to share with the class, Josten?” Dan asks. “Something about the proper technique for jumping between cars maybe?”
“Yeah. Don’t lead with your legs. That’s a good way to get yourself ripped in half.”
“Un-pause,” Renee prods, and Matt laughs when he hits play. The movie skids around and tries to find its own plot again. Light flickers over Neil’s frown.
The protagonist shoots at a tank until it blows up, and Neil snorts, jostling Andrew’s side when he stands up. He watches Matt and Neil have a conversation in gestures, and Matt relents after a moment, letting Neil slip away without pausing anything.
He’s gone for a while. Doubtless somewhere in their bedroom or breathing secondhand smoke from his own hand or killing time cross-legged in the brightness of the kitchen.
It’s less bearable, trying to swallow the movie without Neil shaking with laughter against him every time someone lies or shoots the wrong way. Andrew feels uncomfortably like the only other person in his lifeboat had just been rescued without him.
Another explosion rocks their sound system, and Andrew flicks bored eyes back to the villain circling the lead in a helicopter. He’s still waiting for the plot twist to get over itself and make an appearance, or for Neil to do the same. It’s starting to chafe, being in the dark with the whole team, shifting and breathing and rustling plastic packages around him.
The protagonist gets suddenly skewered by the debris from the helicopter he just shot down, and the heroine tumbles down over the rubble, scrambling to hold his face in both hands. Dialogue devolves into blood-bubbling I love you’s and come back’s from there, and Andrew concentrates on zoning out.
“He’s not actually dead,” Nicky says incredulously, mouth full of popcorn. Dan shushes him. “He’s too pretty to be impaled to death.”
“I bet you want him to impale you to death,” Matt says slyly, pleased with himself, and Renee frowns at him.
“Ay, he’s back!” Nicky says, popping another handful as the protagonist gasps back to life, face wet with tears or sweat or rain. “What’d I tell you?”
“You’re ruining this movie,” Aaron says flatly.
“Do you think he went to heaven for those five minutes?” Nicky continues, ignoring his cousin. “Like I get that he’s a mass murderer, but it was all ‘greater good’ stuff. Like charity work.”
“I don’t think God had time to decide,” Renee says softly.
“Like he was hanging out in limbo?” Dan asks, playing along. Renee shrugs generously.
“I’d love to die for like ten minutes, make a scene, have Erik weep over my broken body. Then high five God on my way back to life.”
“Nothing happens when you die, Nicky,” Neil says matter-of-factly from the doorway. He smells like Andrew’s cigarettes when he climbs back onto the couch, legs tucked underneath him. He reaches for a handful of popcorn.
“You can’t know that for sure,” Renee says, frowning a little. Her beliefs never show on her face so much as when she’s trying to fight back without fighting.
Andrew can feel his heart wind up and get ready to throw something, though he’s not completely sure why until Neil says, “I died once.” He shrugs. “God looked a whole lot like an endless abyss.”
Even in death you cannot respect a woman enough to use her name. How disgusting.
Jesus fucking Christ. She was a real life WARRIOR and the only thing these people value is her physical aesthetic. You have got to be fucking kidding me.
I cannot fucking believe this, she was a 19-year-old Kurdish woman with a name. NINETEEN-fucking-years-old and she led an all-female battalion against known ISIS groups in Syria, and they comment on her appearance before her rank, her age and don’t even use her fucking name?
nina visits matthias’ grave, kind of. overly-pretentious descriptions of fjerdan winter, implied ghost matthias, loch lomond is a helnik song.
The water is still as a mirror, clear in the winter sun. Nina walks slowly, each step deliberate and steady through the snow. Years since she first made this journey, no longer the heartbroken girl fresh from Ketterdam’s cloudy shores but old bones and old magic and old heart. Matthias’ steps are lighter; he was made for this land and traverses it easily, a wilderness-boy shaped out of ice and the cold breath of northern wind.
All is deserted but for the pair trudging silently along the lake’s perimeter, side by side. The snow, the air, the sky is still. It barely seems to part where they step, only shudders and settles back into nothingness, undisturbed for miles on all sides.
There’s the faintest whisper of air behind, and ahead, the ash trees still and then shiver in anticipation. It’s a well-worn journey by now, the path familiar and everlasting, landscape eternal. It precedes a pair of shattered lovers and will continue, infinite stillness and peacefulness and softly-glowing white, long after they depart. Ash trees silver, water blue-grey and shimmering. Nina pauses at the foot of a tree, and drops to her knees in the snow.
Her hand meets the smooth bark of the tree as if greeting an old friend.
Not an old friend.
Matthias’ name is a whisper in the still Fjerdan air, half a greeting and a farewell, a breath of loss and reunion. He feels, for a moment, almost alive - lungs expand to inhale the cold, and the sun turns his hair to gold. If Nina turns, only the ice and the trees look back.
And like that, the spell is broken. Desolate grey sky and desolate icy wasteland and Nina. An empty stage is only as good as its players, and a flaming sword is useless without one to wield it. Nina’s arms are tired. Matthias would say the spirit of Djel surrounds them, would close his eyes and hear the voice of god in the water and the wind.
music: colors – halsey | brother – falling in
reverse
“Andrew,”
said Neil. “For fuck’s sake, Andrew, that’s enough.”
But Andrew
had never listened to Neil a day in his life and that wasn’t about to change
now, so he continued to pour another two spoonfuls of sugar in his coffee.
Andrew wasn’t a coffee person (it was too bitter for him), but once in a blue
moon he surprised Neil and drank it – each time, of course, with enough sugar
to perhaps put someone else in a coma.
“Mind your
own business,” Andrew said when he was satisfied with his sickly-sweet
concoction and walked out of the kitchen without another word. Neil should have
been used to this after so many years, but he would never understand how
someone of Andrew’s size could consume so much sugar without becoming diabetic.
So he picked up his own breakfast and followed Andrew’s footsteps to the coffee
table and set down his plate of food and mug.
I just came to a very grim realization that makes a ton of sense. (Note: This might have been realized by others as well.)
We know that in the Tale of the Three Brothers, Death’s main goal was to kill the brothers right? He was pissed because they had cheated him and he wanted to take their lives once and for all.
And so he gives the eldest brother the wand, knowing that someone would end up killing him for it. The youngest brother knows what Death is up to and takes his Invisibility Cloak, much to Death’s reluctance, so that he can hide from Death until he’s ready to face him. And the middle brother? The middle brother was given the Resurrection Stone.
And what did the stone do?
It brought back his wife (sort of) and gave the brother such a huge desire to be with her that he ended up taking his own life.
Pfft. Can you imagine? The sort-of-kind-of appearance of your dead loved one convincing you to go die.
Hahahaha…ha…yeah…
And here’s where it gets dark.
We know that Harry was willing to die for his friends because he’s a noble git whose face pops up in the dictionary next to the word: “self-sacrifice”.
The only thing he was missing was the stigmata. (In fact, I’m surprised Jo didn’t put something like that in; she wasn’t exactly subtle about it.)
Anyway, we know that Harry begins walking to the forest and though he is determined, he also begins to have second thoughts:
And then he activates the Resurrection Stone - the stone that Death intentionally used to kill the second brother.
And what happens?
Harry’s loved ones appear to him, though they look odd (and that’s important; we’ll come back to that later) and they’re totally fine with him dying and even convince him that they’re proud of him for what doing what he’s doing, that it doesn’t hurt at all, and that it’ll be quick.
So in conclusion, the four people who have gone above and beyond multiple times to protect this child are completely fine with him dying.
I mean Lily, the woman who leapt in front of her child and demanded to be killed in his place, only tells him that he’s been brave and doesn’t say anything else. The woman who repeatedly pleaded for Harry’s life supposedly stands there and just lets him go die.
Yeah, that’s in character (//sarcasm).
But of course, that’s not Lily, is it?
It’s not James.
It’s not Sirius.
It’s not Remus.
I don’t even think it was the middle brother’s wife.
I don’t think that the Resurrection Stone brings back your loved ones at all. I think it shows you whatever it can to convince you to die.
That’s why James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius were all described as looking different than how they had died. (As opposed to say Nearly Headless Nick who looked exactly how he looked when he died, semi-detached head and all). And why the wife of the brother was described as looking/acting odd as well.
They weren’t really there. They were basically magical holograms who said what they needed to say so that Harry wouldn’t have any second thoughts as he marched towards death. And Death.
I mean…no actually there’s been this really amazing theory going around for a while now that Dumbledore = Death and it actually makes a lot of sense.
Especially if you add my theory that Dumbledore intentionally gave Harry the Resurrection Stone so that when he was about to die, he would see magical holograms of his loved ones who would convince him that he was making the right choice, that it wouldn’t hurt, that they were proud of him, etc.
Because we know that Dumbledore wanted Harry to die. Harry was raised like a pig for slaughter. Note: He didn’t want Harry to be dead. He just wanted Harry to go through the action of dying so that Voldemort would be destroyed.
And so Dumbledore added this little detail to make sure that, well, the job would get done.
So in conclusion:
Centuries ago, Death wanted someone to die. He gave the person a stone that made an image (just an image) of his loved one, which convinced said person that he needed to die.
Centuries later, Death wanted someone to die. He gave the person a stone that made images (just images) of his loved ones, which convinced said person that he needed to die.
Interesting
This theorie is so harse but it makes so much sense in a way…
Transgender woman Chyna Gibson was shot and killed outside of a shopping center in New Orleans Saturday night, according to the Times-Picayune.
Gibson was also a drag performer who went by the name Chyna Doll Dupree. Though the Times-Picayune did identify her as trans, it also chose to “dead name” Gibson, meaning it used her birth name in the story.
An anonymous friend told the Times-Picayune that Gibson was visiting her family in New Orleans to celebrate Mardi Gras.
Gibson’s friends and loved ones shared messages to her on Facebook in the hours shortly after her death.
“My heart breaks as this community must find a way to honor you in death and begin to move forward,” one person wrote. “The stage will never be the same!” Read more (2/26/17 11:13 AM)
I’m angered by the overwhelming inactivity of revolutionaries who claim to stand for Black Lives Matter, but remain silent in the face of news like this: another Black trans woman murdered, the fifth to be killed in the United States this week alone. Where is the outrage?
she holes herself up in a room and refuses to see any of the Dregs
when she rouses herself one day, she feels Sankt Petyr’s blade sliding against her skin, under her right forearm
and it’s just a simple little thing, something she feels every day while preparing to go to work
but she just bursts into tears
because feeling that dagger hidden under the arm just makes her remember how Kaz gave it to her, her first very own weapon she held as a member of the Dregs
she can feel a silent screech trying to claw its way out of her throat as she tries to stifle her grief
because she hasn’t really cried ever since her days back at the Menagerie and that memory just opens up a floodgate of memories
Kaz in his room at the Slat, with a determined glint in his eye that she wanted to figure out, Kaz handing over her contract and cutting her last chains off, Kaz sitting calmly in front of her purple swathed self and calling her a dangerous girl even though she felt absolutely helpless
the Dregs all try to console her, but it’s her parents that truly lift her spirits when they suggest a session of prayer for Kaz
Inej thinks to herself how his death was so gruesome there wasn’t even a body to bury and she feels sick all over again
everyone attends the prayer session, but leaves Inej for her own private, final goodbye
“I hope you finally reunited with your brother, Kaz. I hope you have enough courage to forgive him.”
she keeps his walking stick with on all times, even when she’s at sea
because in a way, he’s helping her hunt down slavers
and when she finds out who’s responsible for Kaz’s death well
let’s just say that individual’s death is the one of the reason the slavers fear her and call her the Phoenix - vengeful, destructive, a girl that cannot be killed and reborn with every victory.
Kaz:
maaaan here we go
Kaz doesn’t show any form of grief. At all.
some of the Dregs accuse him as heartless, others says he’s only being pragmatic
after all, what kind of reaction would you expect from the unforgiving Dirtyhands?
however the heist group - Jesper, Wylan, Matthias, Nina, Kuwei - know better
they try to carry on with business as usual, but they know he’s suffering
when Kaz sees the Wraith in her harbor bay he orders Rotty to strip it down and burn it
he tries to destroy every trace of Inej he can find, but she’s infiltrated so much of his life that it’s impossible to do that
and sometimes he finds himself talking to her, but as he turns, he finds an empty windowsill or space beside him
she haunts him, becomes the ghost he nicknamed her when she entered the Dregs
“Damn you, Inej. Too full of hope and faith so the world couldn’t wait to take it away from you, and saints, you must be enjoying it up there with the rest of your pitiful martyrs. Who said you deserved that? You said you wanted justice; which one of your saints do I have to curse for making that dream die?”
now there are two voices in his head all the time, and Kaz can’t stand the chiding voices of Jordie and Inej together whenever he beats up another Barrel boss or tries to shove down any remaining trace Kaz Rietveld back underneath Dirtyhands’ ruthlessness
because if Kaz lets the boy who believed in magic and a happy ending out again, he knows he’ll surely break apart, and this time, he’s not sure he wants to be reborn
when Kaz finds out who murdered Inej however
he begins tearing the guilty party’s life apart
and when he’s standing on the streets with his hands gloveless and bloody, no cane by his side, alone save for the person who killed Inej begging for mercy at his feet, he just wants to scream
and he does
and the guttural, hellish sound makes Ketterdam tremble in fright
because there is no closure in this story; Kaz gets no satisfaction watching this person’s life suffer, because not even Dirtyhands himself can steal the Wraith from the dead
and that means the city is no longer safe from Kaz’s now unpredictable wrath
