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[thenewdemocratus]

NFL Films: Vince Lombardi Teaches The Power Sweep

Source:The New Democrat  To judge whose the greatest head coach of all-time in the NFL you first have to know what is the job of the head coach and what his responsibilities are and what you expect from him. To me at least the job of the head coach is of course to win and win at least a good deal more than he loses. And make the playoffs and be successful in the playoffs. But more than that the…

[sleepy-bear-tm]

Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships

[virtkha]

their beef would be crazy

[assortedvillainvault]

Idk if you having writing requests open or anything but is there a chance you could write headcanons for Captain Hook and Y/N who is royalty (Prince/princess/king/queen/monarch/etc)? tia!!

You can always see if requests are open in my blog description! And, y’know, the few times they haven’t been I’ve just turned off asks to be frank, so you’re golden don’t worry.

Captain Hook x Royal!Reader

I’m seeing this as a political runaway situation.

You have no interest in adhering to the strangling confines of your birth role – but a kidnapping gone wrong wasn’t exactly your preferred exit plan.

Captain James Hook blasts his way aboard your vessel with smoke and cannon, and while the cries of your officers make you wince, you know the only reason he was able to get within 1000 yards of your vessel is because the council had surreptitiously rendered your support ships as ‘needed elsewhere’.

Hook likely wasn't a paid assassin in the traditional sense, but he was a convenient excuse for your enemies to place a puppet on the throne faster than one could register you were missing.

You gather your courage and march towards the pirate, head held high amongst the blades of his men. You try not to look at the bodies of your crew as you step in their blood.

“Captain James Hook, I take it?”

He bows and sweeps his ridiculously large hat off with a smirk that you tried very hard not to be at least a little taken by. “Your Royal Highness~” You whip your hand away as he moves to kiss it, and you catch his eye twitch a little before he smooths his face back out. He gestures back to his ship. “Care to join us?”

Though phrased nicely, it wasn’t a suggestion.

Your hostage situation turns out to be the kind of blessing you only mildly regret. True, you can’t leave the ship. But the open sea? The chance to finally use your arms and legs for more than bland ballroom dances? The fact no-one will slap your hand down if you flip Mr. Starkey the bird?

Bliss.

Hook always uses your title, playing up his gentleman tendencies even as you roll your eyes and grow more comfortable aboard ship. He’ll take even the slightest chance to have you on his arm, and makes sure that you have ways to keep clean and eat better than the rest of the crew.

You’re almost unrecognisable. Hair loose, clothes simple, hands rough from work as you learn the ropes aboard ship just for something to do. But even as far from grace as you’ve fallen, you know the price on your head must be in the thousands, and even if your old kingdom doesn’t want you, there are plenty of others who would pay.

“Captain.”

“Hmm?” Hook idly plays his good hand over the piano keys. You’re in his cabin, the night outside dark.

You draw a deep breath in. And out. “When are you going to ransom me?” Your voice only shook a little, and you allow yourself a little bit of pride for that.

Silence. Hook spins to face you, eyes soft. “Darling...” He begins. He rises, hook glinting, and comes to cup your cheek.

“...I abandoned any thought of your ransom the moment you came aboard, love."

[vivienne-faustina]

Every single time someone refers to Volo as a sadist or a cult leader, they owe me fifty dollars.

Every single time someone attempts to claim Volo having a Togekiss and Lucario on his team doesn't hold any significance, it's simply because Cynthia does as well, they owe me five hundred dollars.

I've never actually seen anything quite like how the western side of the fanbase treats him... Usually, you have to be a female character "in the way" of the popular yaoi pairing to receive this level of mischaracterization.

[gomzdrawfr]

"Don't cry."

Simon said this whenever he knew you were about to cry, eyes glossy and watery, lips trembling.

trigger warnings: angst, childhood abuse (referenced + mentioned), canon-typical violence (referenced)

notes: this is an x reader fic, also apologies for the grammar and errors if any

read more to continue this short drabble

“Don’t cry.”

His voice was hollow, rough, forced out before the words had a chance to settle.

Simon said this whenever he knew you were about to cry, eyes glossy and watery, lips trembling.

It wasn’t gentle, nor a plea. It wasn’t meant for comfort or to keep you from falling apart. It was rough, low, and scratched at your ears in a way that made it hard to bear.

It felt more like an order, one you weren’t sure was meant for you or for himself.

“Just… don’t.” He repeated, the words more for himself than for you. Something swirled in his eyes behind the mask, a faint glint catching the light, like shattered glass.

“Simon,” you whispered, voice cracking, but he cut you off with a sharp edge, ending the conversation before it even began.

You thought it was because of the life he led—the danger and discipline that flowed through his blood. You thought he was telling you not to cry because he needed you to be strong. After all, he was a soldier—a man who had seen more violence, death, and despair than you could ever imagine. You assumed he couldn’t stand to see weakness, the vulnerability that came with it.

But there was more.

There was always more with him.

You didn’t know what those words really meant to him, how deep they ran, how they had been carved into his very bones, how they play on repeat in his head like a broken cassette tape on those colder nights.

You didn’t know that those two words were all he had ever heard growing up, the only comfort he could muster when his mum sobbed after another bad night, when Tommy curled up in the corner of the kitchen, scared and bruised, whispering into the dark.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

He had felt helpless as a boy, kneeling before his family, wanting more than anything to do something—anything—but lacking the strength or power to act. He couldn’t make the pain go away. He couldn’t make the tears disappear.

Hearing those heart-wrenching sobs, those sniffles, those whimpers—it made him feel like that little boy again: lost, powerless, useless.

But the tears always came, and they never fixed anything. Crying didn’t make the bruises disappear. It didn’t quiet the screams. It didn’t make the shouting stop. All it did was twist his stomach inside out, wring his heart until he didn’t even recognize it anymore, and made his breathing all the more suffocating, like he was drowning in someone else’s grief.

It made him feel small.

Seeing those same tears in your eyes brought him back to that place. And he didn’t know how to deal with it. How to make it better.

He hated it. He hated feeling like that small boy again, hopeless, like he was failing all over.

Because Simon loves you, he truly does, more than himself, and yet he can’t bring himself to face you in these moments. 

Turning his back away from you, his head dipped lower, as if he were willing himself out of the memory that bubbled up, out of the pain that no amount of time or distance could dull.

Tears didn’t fix the past. They didn’t heal the scars that had been left on his soul.

“Simon-”

“Don’t cry… please.”

When he turned away, when he avoided your tears, when he grew distant whenever you broke down in front of him—it wasn’t because he didn’t care.

He just didn’t know how to handle it.

[mollysunder]

Vi and AU!Silco both sort of ended up in the same place. Their both with a partner that assaulted them (Silco's situation escalated into attempted murder), abandoned them, and then gave them a non-apology for what happened. And now Vi has a drinking problem no one talks about and Silco came to community function (which his kids were participating in) already drinking from his flask, and then he took a flute of even more liquor. They're so depressing in a parent-child duo making the same mistakes unbeknownst to both because they live in different timelines way.

[kagooleo]

aside from my rice here’s a doodle dump of my timeskip johto kiddos all scribbled during classes! forgot to upload this some time ago but it's a mix of silly doodles, profile studies and outfit ideations 📝

[undyworld]

STEAM POWERED GIRAFFE YULEMAS SPECIAL STREAM :: turn that into a jif. i mean a gif.

[babyb1ues]

ALSO I just remembered that xavier is literally canonically NERFED he’s been wearing that collar around his neck since philos and it literally restricts his output power like he’s one of the strongest evol users around even though he’s NERFED.

[densewentz]

(the 90s had so many fucked up weird cartoons guys share your faves in the tags)

[stonesense]

love that multiple people just associate me with my own ocs. real

[conundrumoftime]

Whether TROP Sauron is repentant or not, some thoughts

(This is the short(ish) version, since I keep meaning to write about this in a more detailed and thoughtful way and then real life keeps interfering. SIGH. But I would like to put my thoughts down somewhere and so here we are.)

So my feelings on this are:

no, he isn't;

I do think he is genuinely regretful but I do not think this is the same as being genuinely repentant;

because while definitions differ, 'repentance' as a concept usually exists within moral or religious frameworks that assign it more weight than simply 'feeling bad' - it is feeling bad associated with a will to change and the actions following that will;

& 'change' in these frameworks does not mean 'promise not to do the bad thing again', it means 'work to become the sort of person who would not do the bad thing again';

and the way you do this, in a lot of philosophical/religious approaches and as Diarmid spells out in TROP, is to do good things until goodness becomes a habit;

Diarmid talking to Sauron in s2ep1:

S: I’ve done evil. D: All of us have done things that we care not to admit. S: Not like I have. D: Find forgiveness. You are alive because you have chosen good. S: But what of tomorrow? D: You have to choose it again. And the next day, and the next. Until it becomes a part of your nature.

eg Aristotle in The Nichomachean Ethics: "Virtue, then, is of two sorts, virtue of thought and virtue of character. Virtue of thought arises and grows mostly from teaching; that is why it needs experience and time. Virtue of character [i.e., of êthos] results from habit [ethos]"

eg the Muppet chorus in Muppet Christmas Carol underlining how Scrooge is not just doing bad things because he's bad but making himself more of a bad person by the habit of repeatedly doing bad things: "If being mean's a way of life you practice and rehearse / Then all that work is paying off, 'cause Scrooge is getting worse"

I do think TROP Sauron feels bad - there's no suggestion in the show that he was deliberately trying to deceive Diarmid or that his tears when no other character is watching him are not genuine. It is harder to say how much is self-pity vs pity for anyone else; but it feels reasonable to say "he does not consider what he has done to be a success by his own terms and he wishes he had not done it", and whether he is sorry for killing Finrod because Finrod didn't deserve to die, or because it's ruined his chance to get Galadriel on side now, or because that whole episode made Morgoth angry with him, he is still to some degree sorry about it, regrets it, wishes it had not happened the way it happened;

idk what Tolkien specifically thought on this particular issue but, point to note is that in Catholic theology you don't have to be sorry for all the right reasons & 'imperfect contrition' can still get you some of the way, as long as what it leads you to is a sincere effort at repentance;

but no matter how thorough the 'sorry', 'sorry' itself as an internal state of regret and sorrow is not enough without being willing to take the actions to become different that Diarmid spells out to him; the important thing is not 'did he feel bad' or even 'did he feel bad for the right reasons', it's 'did the feeling-bad lead him to doing anything substantial about the kind of person he was making himself into through habit';

eg Maimonides defined true repentance as when someone has the opportunity to do the bad thing again and doesn't, and not because they're afraid of consequences but because they're no longer the kind of person who would make that decision;

eg Tolkien's friend CS Lewis in The Screwtape Letters, where a devil is speaking about a human who regrets something: "The great thing is to prevent his doing anything. As long as he does not convert it into action, it does not matter how much he thinks about this new repentance. Let the little brute wallow in it [...] No amount of piety in his imagination and affections will harm us if we can keep it out of his will";

what TROP Sauron (and canon Sauron very arguably, although the framing device of what's said about him being written by other narrators about him and there being disagreement already in that text about whether he was genuine in what he offered Eonwe or not makes it more complex) does is different to just not feeling bad;

he does want to be forgiven;

but he is not willing to do that by anything that would challenge his view of himself as the excellent, the admirable, the one Maia who can fix all Morgoth's damage and produce a healed shining perfectly-functioning Middle-earth to cancel out his role in wrecking it;

and in that light he is willing to do whatever it takes to get to his shiny-healed-perfectly-efficient-Middle-earth-with-him-in-charge result, however brutal, however many die, because the end justifies the means;

but the issue with that is that it means consistently choosing to do bad and brutal thing in the hope that you're somehow a good enough smith/king/whatever to 'buy' the forgiveness you seek;

which will undermine any end you have in mind;

and turn you into, well: Third Age Sauron.

(also: I have Many Thoughts on what it says about TROP Sauron that he sees both Middle-earth and himself as being harmed by Morgoth and the idea of healing and how he sees his own role in the Morgoth era - does he regret following Morgoth? to what extent? - and I have played around with that idea in my fic and will probably do so more in the future but it's too tangled and too lengthy to get into here so I'm just throwing that in at the end.)

[insomnova]

people on twitter saying the acolyte was good. was it actually good or did the flashing lights and sweeping shots convince your fried attention spans that something magical was happening on screen