#ch: johan

[multongsisig]

chapter 134 doodles

[aocello]

johan's current style his like tracksuits and stuff are basically what zack was wearing pre iron boxer era right...... hmm you guys think he wears zacks clothes once theyre friends again

[imblocking-you]

THE MISSING O IS ACTUALLY SO CUTE AND ENGAGING I'M ENJOYING MY READING TIME I'LL BE HERE ALL NIGHT YALL

[lunicoded]

THE WITCH AND THE BEAST (2016 - ) Phanora Kristoffel & Johan, Vol. 6 Ch. 32: Four Levels Below - Act 5

[longwombraider]

CRYING JOHAN IN THE MIRROR WORLD LITERALLY RUNS A BOUTIQUE WITH OTO😭😭😭😭 (spoiler for ch 146)

girl you cannot be playing with my heart rn. TANAKA. TANAKA 😭😭😭😭😭😭 god this basically implies that he only became a scientist/researcher for Oto's sake...🥲🥲 without her death he's literally content with just chilling with her ohmygod brb I'm gonna cry

(the other subclasses R so cute too🥲🥲 I'm so happy for beru and higan 🩷🙆‍♂️ and proud of Sakuya for being a corporate employee lolol)

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 65: A Changing World

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

“Welcome to Amsterdam!” Nathaniel hollers over the blustering, chilly wind.

It really does look like where my familie would come from. The tall and narrow brick buildings are more charming than the architecture in Brooklyn. I say a quick goodbye to Nathaniel and march down the ramp onto the cobblestone road. By now it’s late afternoon and dreary shadows are littering the ground. Up ahead, dozens of people scurry throughout the port. As I make my way through the crowd I pick up Dutch terms here and there. 

“Goedenavond!”

“Neemt u mij niet kwalijk!”

But I’m still not fluent. I suppose that’s one flaw about America. I really do feel out of place. I just hope the train station has an interpreter.

Wheeeee!

Where there’s a train whistle, there’s a train. I hurry up the steep road and start to notice how people here rely on walking for travel. A fraction of motorcars are being used compared to Birmingham and everyone seems fine by it. We’ll all have to get used to it. Cars cost money. Walking doesn’t.

I spot a sign with plaatsbewijs printed on top and tickets printed below. So somebody must speak English here.

“Hallo!” The lady at the desk greets as I step up. She sounds like Oma. “What can I get for you?”

“A ticket for Oldenburg, alsjeblieft.”

 I hand her the pounds and she seems taken aback to see the money. Most people will probably react the same. The world’s a different place now since the crash. The lady exchanges the pounds for guilders and hands me a stub.

“There you are, joung mevrouw. Have a safe trip!”

I secure the ticket inside my purse and clutch it closely. The abundance in cash and my fur coat will do no good to keep myself anonymous. This is my first time alone in this country and I do not plan on being mugged by misfortuned bystanders. There are other ways I can help dispense money. 

The design of this train looks similar to the one from this morning, only the interior is much more grey and mournful. How appropriate. I take a seat by the windows and look out distantly at the growing darkness as daylight slips away.

“You are from someplace else, ja?” A man’s voice asks as the train lurches forward.

He’s choosing to sit across from me, as is another man who appears to be his friend. Both men look to be a few years younger than me. Almost Michael’s age. They’re both wearing brown jackets and trousers to bundle up from the cold. The tallest is wearing a wool hat.

“Yes. But how did you know?” As if my accent doesn’t already give it away.

The two men share prankful smiles. “You may not think so, but we can spot foreigners quite easily.”

The tallest raises a hand to show no harm. “Don’t fret, you have done nothing wrong. We just like to mess with people!”

Something about their gentle and hospitable nature tells me I can relax. The night approaches further and in the next hour we three carry out a friendly conversation. Both men are intrigued to meet an American, especially one who traveled from England. The tallest one is Johan and his colleague is Niek, both from North Holland and onward to see Niek’s tante and oom in Zwolle. I choose not to disclose the entirety of why I’m here so I keep it simple by saying I’m visiting familie as well.

“In Germany?” Johan ponders. “Even with the Nazis?”

“My broer and his wife keep to themselves. We do not agree with the Nazis. I first hoped to find out if they might consider leaving but after the market crash I’m not sure if they will be stable enough.”

Niek rubs his forehead and sighs. “We all will be asking that question. Is anyone stable now?”

Johan shrugs. “We should have enough-”

“I’m not talking about money,” he interrupts. “Are we stable as a society? Will this be the trigger for some people? The tipping point? I for one am looking to see if people’s mentality is stable.”

Niek’s words ring through my head and we fall into a deep silence. It reminds me of how unstable Thomas seemed when I left him. I know for a fact he’s going to keep himself busy to avoid the stress. I have little faith that Lizzie will help with it. Curse my empathisch nature but it still tugs at my heart to think of him alone in that soulless house.

“Veel geluk, Verena!” 

Johan’s parting words shake me from my thoughts. The train’s stopped. This must be where they get off.

“Tot ziens!” I wave before they walk out of the train car.

Only a short while until we enter Germany, and soon after that Oldenburg. When the train starts up again I allow the rhythmic clicking of the tracks to lull me to sleep…

“All out for Oldenburg!” The conductor announces.

Jesus! I stumble out of my seat and shake away the lingering fatigue. That was fast. Either that or I’m much more tired than I thought. I quickly grab my luggage and file out with the other passengers onto the platform. 

So far Germany looks similar to Amsterdam’s quaint streets, but there is a glaring difference. The bright-colored swastika flags lining the walkways. Lord help us. As I walk to the outskirts of the city the flags become fewer. So the Nazi influence must be targeted at the inner-city government but the countryside is less affected. So far. Right now I breathe in the brisk air and take in the frozen fields spanning into the horizon. It’s almost as if nature is noticing the shifts in the world too-

Beep! Beep!

“Verena!”

No! How did he-?

I whip my head around and gasp. “Broer!” 

It is Abel! Driving a pickup truck. 

“Verena! It’s been too long!” He cheers and jumps out to pull me into a hug. “Hop in! I’ll get your trunk.”

I take a second to look at his face. He’s kept his youthful appearance but has begun to grow a beard for the upcoming winter. It's been so long since our last visit.

In ten minutes we’re driving back and engaging in a tour of the area. This place is definitely somewhere Abel would live. Isolated, rustic, reflective. The few pictures of his home he’s shown in the past hardly does it justice. The sturdy-looking house is built along the forest edge; its lighted windows casting ghostly shadows across the lawn.

“Here we are!” Abel announces and helps me carry my things to the door. 

I walk in and observe the new atmosphere. Well, I shouldn’t say ‘new.’ This place holds a familiar comforting aspect that reminds me of home. A stocked kitchen, wooden staircase, cozy den. And to add to this-

“My, what a surprise!” A friendly voice calls out from the kitchen.

It’s Anna. Abel’s wife. She, like Abel, is bundled up against the cold. Her blonde hair has added some grey strands since I last saw her. Still, her warm personality has not changed a bit.

“Hello, Anna! And- Oh!” I gasp when a stampede of their four kids ambushes me. “Hello, everyone!”

“It’s taunte Verena!” Little Ruth cheers, hugging my legs.

“Children, children!” Anna reprimands and shoos them off. “Give your taunte some space!”

“Come on, everyone!” Another voice beckons and I see Anna’s broer wave at me from the stairs.  “Hello, Verena!”

“Hello, Franz. Still pulling the needle and thread?”

He lets out a grunt when the kids pile onto him. “Every day. Still scurrying to and fro for the Englishman?”

The reminder of Thomas short circuits my thoughts. Yes, this is technically a mission to connect the company with national businesses. However, I am specifically here for my familie. But is that how I appear now? Just a foreign representative that caters to Thomas’ crazy whims?

Thankfully Anna notices my hesitation and claps her hands. “Children! It is far past your bedtime. You can talk with taunte Verena tomorrow. Upstairs, now!”

Ankia and Nolan break past everyone to make it up first, trailed by Ruth and Elsa. We wait in silence and listen to the rampaging noise upstairs until it sounds that the kids have settled down. Franz takes my trunk and points me over to a door off to the side.

“This is our spare room. You can sleep here.”

“Liam told us you were heading this way,” Abel says as Anna hands me a warm mug of tea. “I’m assuming you are here for more than just a familie visit?”

He’s right. The unspoken thoughts linger and the air grows tense again. Anna exchanges looks with her husband and takes a hint. After she discreetly escorts Franz away, Abel and I take a seat at the table. 

“Something’s got you troubled, zus.”

“We just got plunged into a depression,” I state obviously.

Abel shakes his head. “I know. But whatever you’re facing is more than that.”

I chuckle lightly and sip the tea. “You can read people so well.”

“So can you. Everyone but yourself.”

“Oh I can very well read myself. Whether or not I decide to accept it is another matter.”

Abel snickers and leans back in his chair with a look that says he’s deep in thought. “You sound different.”

My brow furrows at his vague comment. “Good different?”

“Wise. Proper. Like an English monarch. Or a poet.”

I huff and raise an eyebrow. “Would you rather I belt out harsh nonsense like we do back home? Brooklyn streets filled with everyone screaming?” I smile lightly and let out a deep breath. “In my new ways of speaking I’ve begun to detangle my biggest flaw.”

Able cocks his head to the side. “You’re too trusting?”

Spot on. There’s no doubt he proves his dependable character for our family.

“Correct,” I praise and raise my cup for a mock toast. “I think almost every person I meet can be a good person. It was foolish of me to ever endure the idea of human perfectionism.”

“That is the way of the world,” Abel admits.

“Yes,” I mutter, running my thumb on the scratches littering the wooden table. “Now my broken self is hastily repaired.”

Abel doesn’t need to press on. He was one of the only people who first guessed why I was so upset when I left Birmingham four years ago. After less than a week he guessed I was enduring heartbreak and helped keep it secret from moeder and vader. Now that I am here he’s already guessed that I’m working with Thomas again.

“Don’t cut yourself short, zus. Sometimes we need your wild spirit to tow us along.”

“If you are referring to this depression then I’m afraid I do not have much good news for you.”

Abel grunts and stands up to pour some whiskey. “Oh, I know. Vader telephoned me yesterday and told me about the conditions at home.”

I’m almost too afraid to ask. “And the conditions here?”

He downs the shot. “Hell. We’re thankful to be on the edge of the country in order to avoid those raging bastards in the capital. People don't pay much attention yet but they're staining our government. The only reason we’re still here is because of Anna’s parents, but we’re convincing them to consider moving west.”

I hum in consideration. “Any idea where?”

“In my opinion, the further the better. I’d even consider England since you’re always admiring it.”

Now for question two. “How is business here?”

Abel sighs and gestures to where his familie just left. “Franz works the best he can. The Müller’s family shop is still up and running. People still need clothes, although with this new depression we’re starting to notice people sewing their own clothes to save money. Did you know that you can make dresses out of feed sacks?”

“How inventive,” I remark with light humor and reach for my purse. “I came here with an offer. If you need any support then Shelby Company limited is willing to partner with you.”

Abel locks eyes with me and processes this carefully. “Is that what Shelby sent you here for?”

I shake my head stiffly. “I came here on my own accord to ask you. And to give you this.” I hand him some of the bills Thomas paid me. “It’s part of my latest payment. The rest is going to vader.”

Abel holds the money as if I just gave him a delicate vase. No doubt he’s already thinking of using the money to help them move. After a few moments of staring at the bills he looks up at me with a soft expression.

“Shelby treats you alright?”

“Financially, yes.”

His gaze doesn’t falter. “And in other terms?”

My eyes narrow and I keep it brief. “No.”

Abel shakes his head sadly and sits back down. “Shame. I thought you could make friends with anybody.”

“I can. He doesn’t deserve it.”

"Then why do you sound so unsure?" Abel questions softly.

"God’s will becomes my will. If I submit my needs to the will of God then my needs will be fulfilled."

"Yes. But what if He is trying to fulfill your needs by steering you where you keep avoiding?" Abel stands and pushes his chair in. "I’ll leave it at that. You are tired from traveling. Get some rest and we can resume this tomorrow. How long are you planning on staying?”

I swallow and try to hide my sheepish look. “Would you mind if I stay a few days? I told Thomas I would be gone for two weeks.”

My broer claps me on the back. “You’re always welcome, zus.”

At least hospitality isn’t dead in this world yet.

For the next few days I get caught up with Abel and his familie. Him and Franz go into the shop every day to sew and sometimes make house calls for hemming. I help them draw up and look over our new contracts, guaranteeing them stability to move out of Germany. Anna upkeeps chores around the house with the help of the children. From what I witness, Anika and Nolan are the most social and interact more when we go into the market. Ruth and Elsa keep more to themselves and play more games. 

Throughout this visit I have to push away the regret of avoiding courtship. Seeing Abel so happy like all of my other broers seems to pinch at me and keep me thinking that I’m missing something. Or someone. But our familie security comes first.

Today is my last day. Tomorrow I will repack and begin the journey back to England. Instead of moping indoors I decide to take another walk into town. But something stands out about today. Next to the large fountain there are two people standing next to a crate. One is a short man with dark hair and the other is a woman with hair braids like mine. I step closer and peer down into the crate.

Arf!

Something furry jumps up and licks my hand. Huh? I do a double-take and realize it’s- a puppy? A puppy! A brown and black-patterned pup with curious eyes. But why is he alone in a crate?

“Are you getting acquainted with this little one?” The man asks when he sees me.

“He’s the last of his litter,” his partner says.

“He is darling!” I gush and kneel closer. “What breed is he?”

“A German Shepherd,” the man explains. “Purebred, and I must say this is one of the most energetic litters we’ve ever had.” 

“Are you in the market for one?” The woman inquires. “These dogs are incredibly loyal.

A new idea sticks in my head. He’s alone too. And of all times for me to come here I find him.

“Loyal, you say…” I look down again at the energetic dog and my hesitation starts to break down.

“Ja, ja. Very deadly should you upset them or their master.”

I nod and look back up at them. “How much?”

“200 pounds,” the man answers delicately.

Jesus! That’s steep, especially since I’m on a tight budget. But then again everyone’s taking a hit right now.

“I promise you these dogs are worth their price,” the woman adds. “They can be easily trained.”

If I’m going to remain a bachelorette in Birmingham maybe a trained canine companion isn’t a bad idea. Besides, who else is going to have enough money to pay for him?

“Does he understand English?” I ponder, reaching down to stroke his soft fur.

“A smidgen. But they’re bred for commands in German. Do you speak?”

How different can it be from Dutch? The dog lets out another eager yip and convinces me to learn more of another language. Apparently I don’t have enough on my plate as it is.

“No. But I can try.”

Ten minutes later the dog and I are both walking back to Abel’s, with a plain brown collar and lead keeping him from chasing every squirrel we encounter. I only have a few commands those two sellers gave me and so far it seems to work. We stop in front of another cottage and the dog sees another squirrel.

“Halt! Stop!” I order and pull on the lead. The pup freezes and looks up at me with pleading eyes. “I know you want to rip that rodent to pieces but you can’t.”

“Verena?” Someone gasps from behind.

Who else here would know me-? Oh!

“Zipporah! Is that you?” I gawk.

It is her! The Jewish girl I met back home! This must be her house! She looks almost exactly the same as two years ago. Same curly dark hair, same kind eyes, same wide smile!

Zipporah sets down the basket she’s carrying and rushes over to give me an embrace that stands out warm against the bitter wind. The second she does the pup starts to growl.

“Platz. Down. She is a friend,” I tell him while Zipporah scratches his ears.

“Goodness! I haven’t seen you since we visited America! I’m surprised Abel didn’t tell us you were here!”

“You know my broer-?” I start to ask but cut myself off when I notice more of her family placing suitcases in a nearby wagon. “Wait- Why are you all packing?”

The timid woman looks at her family and then back to me with troubled eyes. “Momma and papa say we must leave. There have been neighborhoods across Germany who do not take kindly to Jews. We are not waiting around to be evicted.”

Raging images of the swastikas from earlier flash angrily through my head and my fists clench. Not only does her sweet family have to be dealt the depression but also this horrendous persecution! So help me as soon as I get back I'm bringing this matter straight to Thomas! We have more than enough money that can go to helping these poor people.

“That is outright awful!” I curse and reach for her hand. “Surely there’s something we can do? Anything to help?”

“I’m afraid not. We are traveling to Boston to live with my Uncle Elijah. Once we’re settled I can come by to visit your family.” Suddenly her glum expression is replaced by hopeful eyes. “There is more good news! I’m to be married once we arrive.”

There’s that word again. Marriage. It’s affecting everyone around me. I really am happy for her but hearing of how this matrimony is being planned doesn’t sit well. Maybe it’s a warning telling me that sooner or later moeder and vader might think of partaking in the same thing for me. 

“Congratulations on your blessing.” I think for a second and word myself carefully so as to not cause offense. “I just don’t see why you’re so open to an arranged marriage, Zipporah.”

Her gleeful face does not change. “Momma and papa insist. Besides, it will be fun to meet someone! We’re both not getting any younger, you know.”

I gawk at her. “You’re barely twenty five! Do you want to be stuck with a stranger for the rest of your life?”

“And be a mother?” Zipporah whispers with joy. “Yes. Don’t you?”

I open my mouth to answer but my heart’s too confused. Obviously my answer is yes but there is so much to add to it. Do I dare tell her about Thomas? We’ve never spoken about my job nor my affiliation with the Peaky Blinders. 

“Life has… God’s path for me hasn’t been straight and even,” I answer slowly and begin to trail off. “I’m not sure if…”

Zipporah reads my eyes perfectly and doesn’t press further. “It’s all His plan. We can’t predict it even if we try. I’m sure He will send you someone wonderful.” She kneels down to stroke the puppy again. “Just like this little cutie! Where did you find him?”

“A seller in the marketplace,” I explain. “I wasn’t planning on buying a puppy but I couldn’t just leave him.”

“What are you going to name him?”

Good question. “They said he is very loyal…”

The pup takes a seat next to my boots and looks up at me expectantly, as if he knows we’re talking about him. 

Zipporah lets out a laugh and pats his head. “He certainly is. Then a name of loyalty he must have.”

@meadows5

[razypie]

⚠️⚠️ LOOKISM CH. 465 SPOILERS ⚠️⚠️

i am a sobbing mess (ik y'all are too)

zack vs. johan was the perfect resolution for both of their character arcs

it's safe to say they both won this round

zack from his insecurities regarding his own strength and toward his genius best friend. and how buddhism teachings help him go through that.

and johan 🥺 he finally acknowledged that he, in fact, needed saving. there's no saving him (and zack) from mira's wrath tho lol

jay... i feel so bad for him. he waited for so long to see big danny 😭 I AM SO NOT READY FOR THIS

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Madeline Grant

Published: May 21, 2024

The women of Iran are dancing. Women blinded, with one eye, or one arm, are dancing. Iranian Kurds are dancing. Across Europe, Iranian dissidents are dancing. Iranians – often, relatives of the regime’s victims – are drinking to show their joy. The daughters of Minoo Majidi, a mother shot dead by security services during the 2022 protests, shared a video of them raising a glass to President Raisi’s death. 

Dark humour – the jokes of an oppressed people – are circulating. “Mr Raisi, you surprised us. We have no tapas for our drinks,” chuckles one Iranian in a celebratory video on social media. There was the gag about how a Mossad agent called “Eli Copter” had caused the crash. People have handed out cakes and sweets in public squares – an act of symbolic importance in Persian culture, often associated with joyous events. Celebratory fireworks filled the skies in Iranian cities.

Such courage is all the more impressive given how little Raisi’s death is likely to change anything in this closed prison of a society. It may somewhat alter the succession, since he had been one of the men tipped to succeed Khamenei, but the Ayatollahs retain their stranglehold. The bravery of anyone involved in any celebration or act of civil disobedience such as removing a headscarf, is astounding. Those letting off fireworks or handing out sweets are risking their lives. 

History will remember Raisi as a squalid tyrant who took a twisted pride in human suffering. He was involved in the torture and extrajudicial murder of thousands of political prisoners held in Iranian jails and the mass killings of opponents in 1988, when as many as 30,000 are believed to have lost their lives. As Mariam Memarsadeghi wrote in a chilling article for the Tablet, “virgins were systematically raped before their execution, to circumvent the Islamic prohibition on killing virgins and to prevent women and girls from reaching heaven”. 

And yet, the BBC posted about “President Ebrahim Raisi’s mixed legacy in Iran”. You can imagine the 1945 headlines about the mixed legacy of “motorway-builder, vegetarian rights enthusiast and dog-lover” Adolf Hitler, or that of “inspirational plus-size influencer” Hermann Goering. Reuters described how Raisi “rose through Iran’s theocracy from hardline prosecutor to uncompromising president, as he burnished his credentials to position himself to become the next supreme leader”. 

Reading such things you would think Raisi was, at worst, a slight renegade. A cheeky chappie in a kaftan whose loss will be felt by light entertainment for generations. They tweeted like he was Rod Hull – rather than, you know, someone nicknamed “the Butcher of Tehran”. But in the real world, faced with the real consequences of the regime he ran, people are dancing. 

It wasn’t just the BBC in its classic “tightrope walk” mode, either. Things were getting a bit Candle in the Wind at the UN, as the entire Security Council (including both the UK and US representatives) stood to observe a minute of silence for President Raisi. Goodbye Tehran’s rose. 

European Council president Charles Michel tweeted out his sincere condolences, while the “European Commissioner for Crisis Management” committed the EU’s Copernicus satellite system to help locate Raisi’s helicopter, in the name of “#EUSolidarity”. 

Lest we forget, Johan Floderus, a young EU official from Sweden, has been incarcerated at Iran’s notorious Evin prison for more than two years. We don’t see much “#EUSolidarity” coming from the other direction. Not to be undone, President Higgins of Ireland channelled the spirit of Eamon de Valera c.1945, by offering his “deepest sympathies” upon the death of a tyrant. 

Such statements go well beyond basic diplomacy. Nobody asked anyone to gush; they chose to. The message it sends is a slap in the face to those bravely putting their lives on the line for freedom. But it’s par for the course in what is (sometimes optimistically) termed the “international community”. 

Speaking of which, on Monday, the International Criminal Court put out joint bids for arrest warrants for the leaders of Hamas and the prime minister and defence minister of Israel. Given that the ICC has no jurisdiction, nor power of its own to arrest anyone, there was something bleakly comic about the manner of the announcement. Chief prosecutor Karim Khan delivered his statement flanked by a couple of glaring bureaucrats. The ICC appeared to be putting on its best “don’t mess with us” face. It looked like a geriatric version of Bugsy Malone.

The ICC application refers, pointedly, to the “territory of Israel” and the “state of Palestine”, which makes it clear which side its bread is buttered. It notably ignores Hamas’s use of human shields, surely a factor when assessing the civilian death toll. It even holds Israel entirely responsible for “closing the three border crossing points” after October 7. 

Yet Hamas destroyed the Erez crossing, murdering its operators and blowing up the barriers separating it from the Gaza strip. Small wonder border checkpoints weren’t up and running immediately. Condemning Israel for this is grotesque; gaslighting on an international scale. 

The timing is also telling. We have known about the crimes of October 7 from day one, thanks to the body-cams Hamas terrorists so proudly wore to document their butchery. Yet the ICC waited until May 2024 to condemn both Israel and Hamas on the same day. The effect is to suggest a moral equivalence between a democratic state and a genocidal terrorist group that says it wants to repeat the atrocities of October 7 indefinitely. You don’t have to believe Israel is above criticism – and nor should we – to recognise this. 

Multinational organisations like the ICC are often held up as moral arbiters in themselves, when they will only be as virtuous or corrupt as their component member states, and reflecting the same biases. The World Health Organisation has long excluded Taiwan from its membership��due to Chinese pressure. A ruinous decision, when Taiwan’s early warnings about the risks of human-to-human transmission of Covid in late 2019 were ignored. Something is rotten in the state of many international bodies and moral courage is in short supply. 

Given such a clear-cut case of evil as Raisi, the mealy-mouthed global response does not bode well. For genuine bravery, we can look to the people at the sharp end of such regimes. Because still, in the midst of it all, the women of Iran dance. 

[higuchimon]

Up above you will see several links to drabble collections of mine from years ago. If you have the time, please read & then give me an answer to my poll. In order of linking, the drabbles are centered around:

01: Edo x Ryou

02: Juudai x Johan

03: Taniya x Misawa

04: Professor Satou

05: Juudai

06: Misawa

07: Edo x Ryou (a bit naughty)

08: Professor Cobra & Rick Cobra

09: Asuka x Manjoume

[fortenik]

why do u think tenma would be a slytherin ? :0

OMG I LOVE THIS QUESTION ☝️

First of all let’s clarify something that Slytherin≠ evil, villians, or bad people.

Second of all let’s settle down the Slytherin traits, at least the most significant for the house: Goal-Oriented · Ambition · Self-Confident · Cunning · Natural Leaders · Shrewd · Loyal · Self-Reliant.

Tenma is literally all of those in a healthy (or almost healthy) way.

He’s goal oriented, Tenma doesn’t take any step without a plan or a goal in mind, he’s always calculating and analyzing the area. Every step on his journey was to obtain something (Stop Johan) and not a single person on earth could stop Tenma.

Ambition is always associated with something bad. But ambition also speaks of a strong desire to achieve something specific. Here it could well be Tenma's unstoppable steps across the country to stop Johan and get rid of him at any cost. Also his vision to save as many people as possible, "to the last consequences."

Slytherins are people who will do anything to achieve and accomplish their goals. Tenma is someone who would do anything for his own goals (of course always without compromising anyone or seeking not to harm anyone around him) but is capable of sacrificing himself. Although it is clear that to protect someone else if he has to, he will resort to measures of violence and the use of weapons.

He is someone who forced himself to almost give up little by little his humanity in order to pursue, find and finish Johan.

Tenma is a truly intelligent, cunning person, but over time he became too calculating and surly. Such a characteristic and the circumstances made him to reveal a part of him that wasn't so outspoken. We learned that Tenma is actually an omnipresent observer, on more than one occasion we were unaware of his whereabouts, but not because he was elsewhere but because he was there observing and analyzing from the shadows to generate the big picture and thus be able to proceed to action in a premeditated and calculated way.

In Another Monster we got to know a bit more about Tenma's personality from the perspective of people who have known him since he was a child. Here we discover that Tenma is actually a very selective person with his friendships, and it was overemphasized that gaining Tenma's trust is really difficult. Yes he’s sweet and for him, human relationships are extremely important but to gain Tenma’s trust you have to prove him you’re worth it.

From Ch. 1 we know that Tenma is always a warm and kind man to all people, however, gaining his trust and friendship is certainly "conditional" on the attitude of the person in question that he demonstrates to Tenma.

A lot of people he would considerate him a Hufflepuff and I can see it but Tenma’s philosophy in some cases differs a lot from Hufflepuffs philosophy and matches Slytherins.

[baitestiq]

Chỉ số IQ của các cầu thủ bóng đá nổi tiếng: Khám phá mối liên hệ giữa trí tuệ và tài năng thể thao

Chỉ số IQ của các cầu thủ bóng đá nổi tiếng trên thế giới không chỉ phản ánh khả năng tư duy mà còn cho thấy sự thông minh chiến thuật trong trò chơi.

Nhiều cầu thủ như Johan Cruyff, Zinedine Zidane hay Andrea Pirlo không chỉ nổi bật với kỹ năng chơi bóng mà còn với khả năng đọc trận đấu và đưa ra quyết định chính xác trong thời gian ngắn.

易⚽ Chỉ số IQ cao giúp họ hiểu rõ chiến thuật, phối hợp tốt với đồng đội và phản ứng linh hoạt trước các tình huống bất ngờ trên sân.

Bên cạnh đó, sự thông minh còn thể hiện qua cách họ truyền cảm hứng và lãnh đạo đội bóng.

🌟 Để thành công trong bóng đá, IQ chỉ là một phần, nhưng nó đóng vai trò quan trọng trong việc phát triển sự nghiệp bền vững. - uplcbz7ucs

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MONSTER

Johan organizujący własną śmierć jest działaniem dwuznacznym.

Dr Reichwein mówi: „Potwór...? Nie ma czegoś takiego jak potwory. Johan był człowiekiem... Po pożarze w Bibliotece Uniwersytetu w Monachium spędził życie, próbując być człowiekiem... tak myślę”.

Aby zrozumieć mistrzowski plan Johana, musimy zrozumieć podróż. Przywołując wspomnienia, Johan sam zdał sobie sprawę, że nie jest potworem i stał się ponownie człowiekiem. Jednak, chociaż Johan był praktycznie ponownie człowiekiem, nadal brakowało mu tego, co podtrzymywało ludzkie życie: sensu. Tak rozpoczęła się jego podróż do przeszłości, podróż w celu znalezienia matki, a co najważniejsze, osoby, która zmieniła go w potwora, Franza Bonaparty.

Aby wyjaśnić, dlaczego Johan chciał zorganizować idealne samobójstwo, Urasawa daje nam idealne wyjaśnienie: Milos. Podobnie jak Milos wyruszył w podróż, aby znaleźć swoją mamę, ale został uderzony tylko przez mroczną rzeczywistość świata, Johan nie był inny. Co więcej, Johan był całkowicie pochłonięty tą ciemnością, a jedyną drogą dla niego była śmierć. Początkowo było to zapowiadane, gdy Milos próbował popełnić samobójstwo, co sugerowałoby, że Johan zrobiłby to samo.Jednak tak jak Grimmer uratował Milosa i powiedział: „Jest powód, dla którego się urodziłeś”, Tenma uratował Johana raz jeszcze i powiedział: „Masz imię”. Johan (cicho ironicznie) znalazł cel poprzez moralność Kenzo Tenmy; po swojej samorealizacji Johan w końcu uwolnił się od ciemności.Johan stal sie czlowiekiem.

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Ch 63 Monster: analiza z perspektywy dziecka

W tym rozdziale pojawiają się Martin (dziecko, które brało udział w „zabawach” Johana i przeżyło upadek z dachu) i Dieter

Ten rozdział przedstawia ideologie/przekonania Johana i Tenmy poprzez Martina i Dietera. Martin reprezentuje Johana i jego ideologię, a Dieter reprezentuje Tenmę i jego ideologię

Ta scena zapowiada również scenerię dnia zagłady, w której Johan staje w obliczu śmierci i zostaje uratowany przez Tenmę, który przeprowadza na nim operację. Podobnie jak Dieter uratował Martina. Również dość zauważalne jest to, że Martin prawie umarł, spadając z dachu i nie będąc zepchniętym przez Dietera (nie żeby to się wydarzyło).

Wskazuje to na podobieństwa do sposobu, w jaki Johan został postrzelony, Johan nie został postrzelony przez Tenmę, ale przez pijanego ojca. Ta scena przedstawia bardziej surowe i niewinne części Johana i Tenmy stających naprzeciwko siebie, ich ideałów stających naprzeciwko siebie.

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Puna na 'yung tags nung isang post sa this is the second one lmao. 3 AM NA JUSQ

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Phanora Kristoffel and Johan in The Witch and the Beast (2016 - ) V. 2 Ch. 6: Beauty and Death - Prologue

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I asked her (Eva H), "back then you told Tenma that human life was not equal. Do you still believe that, even now?"

"Yes, I still do," she answered, as she stood up.

Excerpt from LN, eva ch

Tenma was right in dumping her. They clearly had different values and principles toward humans and lives in general that just wouldn't work out in the long run as life-partners. Even if this difference resolved with one party gives up to the other, there are still bound to be differences in how they value things emerge one after the other in the future.

On the contrary, I think this serves as a nice contrast to Johan's ideology.

The term "All lives aren't equal" has been the ultimate jeopardy to Tenma's life in the series and also the very thing that ruined his life for a period of time bcs his ideology is the opposite. Interestingly, while Eva straightforwardly said it the way it is, Johan twisted the word and showed it through his actions, putting emphasis not at the 'aren't equal' part but that, 'human will only be equal at the time of their death'. Which imo is similar to Eva's value but not exactly the same thing. How to explain it is: in Eva's case, she came to that conclusion bcs she feels her status and life are above the others. She was born and grew up rich and from influential family surrounded by other influential people, a silver-spooned daughter who got spoiled and didn't have to work hard on anything to be a millionaire and continues to be rich and lives in prestige even after her family fortune collapsed. Her view of that principle came from arrogance.

Johan's view, on the other hand, came from (we might say it was his nihilistic ideology) but even if it wasn't an ideology per se, it was due to his trauma born from being subjected to insecurities and fear for his and her sister's own survival since little, having his identity robbed off him, and being treated as the worst kind of experimental object (not even a subject!). Here he held that value that his (and her sister's) lives weren't equal to other human beings bcs his humanity was trampled and kicked away to the bottom. A complete opposite from Eva's. Johan had also seen the worst and darkness in people's hearts, hence why his value is on the gloomiest, darkest end of the spectrum. Death, instead of life.

This is exactly where his view clashed with Tenma, and while Tenma didn't try to push his difference in perspectives to show that Eva was wrong in thinking that, Tenma showed through his words (back at the construction building) and action (back at Ruhenheim) to Johan that he was wrong.

It just has a bad taste to me that even after all that happened with Martin and knew how Tenma had always been to her and helped her a few times despite being antagonized and in a pinch himself while on the run, Eva continued to think that all lives are not equal. Like, if she suffered at least a little of what Johan experienced as a little kid then I can understand. But the fact she has this value out of arrogance is so vile for me. Seeing this from the perspective of a future MD.

At the very least, after what happened, with Tenma proving his victory in ideology war to Johan through his ultimate act of kindness, I believe Johan will start seeing eye to eye with him as well.

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Answer to Is the portrayal of the Valerion family as black, HBO's compliance with diversity? by Johan Torres https://www.quora.com/Is-the-portrayal-of-the-Valerion-family-as-black-HBOs-compliance-with-diversity/answer/Johan-Torres?ch=18&oid=1477743776520265&share=9067af6e&srid=7KVRc&target_type=answer