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Uncovering the Suppressed Truth: Has Humanity's Ancient Past Been Erased by Cosmic Powers?

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Uncovering the Suppressed Truth: Has Humanity's Ancient Past Been Erased by Cosmic Powers?

For millennia, the story of human civilization has been told as a linear progression: from primitive hunter-gatherers to the sophisticated societies we inhabit today. Yet, lurking beneath the surface of official history and popular belief is a profound and unsettling anomaly.

If modern Homo Sapiens emerged at least 200,000 years ago, as archaeological and anthropological evidence suggests, where did the vast expanse of their early history vanish? Why does the archaeological record show a startling leap in cultural complexity – the Upper Paleolithic, typically associated with our species – only appearing a mere 50,000 to 40,000 years ago? And how did humanity, originating from a single point in Africa, seemingly explode across every continent with such bewildering speed?

This gaping chasm in our recorded past begs critical questions that mainstream academia often struggles to address. Consider the intellectual capacity of our earliest ancestors: while they possessed far less accumulated knowledge than we do now, their cognitive abilities were remarkably similar to modern humans. Despite the absence of formal schooling, knowledge has always been transmitted across generations, passed down through oral traditions, legends, and cautionary tales. The very capacity for articulate speech, crucial for complex information transfer, is believed to have developed in early Homo species between 1.7 to 2 million years ago. Even Neanderthals, our ancient cousins, possessed distinct speech capabilities. So, how can we reconcile an evolutionary timeline spanning 200,000 years with our species’ seemingly abrupt leap from rudimentary existence to space travel in just a single century?

The Echoes of Lost Civilizations: A Sinusoidal Saga?

The staggering 200,000-year timeline for human existence appears disproportionately long when viewed through the lens of our current technological acceleration. Scientific consensus, surprisingly, often suggests that a mere 30,000 years might be sufficient for a species like ours to evolve, develop complex societies, and spread across the planet. This begs a tantalizing question: if that estimation holds true, could humanity have given rise to over six advanced civilizations, similar to our own, during that colossal historical vacuum? The high probability of their existence, and their subsequent disappearance, sends shivers down the spine.

Consider the Sumerian civilization, whose early dynastic stage unfurled approximately 5,000 years ago in the 28th century BC. Their later achievements bespoke a highly developed society. The city-state of Babylon, for instance, boasted a population of 150,000 people and a formidable 97 kilometers of fortress wall by the 24th century BC. These ancient cultures cultivated sophisticated sciences, advanced medicine, and intricate astronomical knowledge, constructing towering ziggurats as high as 90 meters. How then, could humanity descend from the architectural and intellectual heights of Babylon to the squalid, plague-ridden, and frankly “miserable, dirty, smelly, vile hole” that was medieval Europe by the 10th century AD? This dramatic oscillation, this bizarre “sinusoidal” pattern of human development, defies conventional historical explanation.

The Anunnaki Hypothesis: Architects of Our Destiny or Overseers of Our Downfall?

Perhaps the answer lies not in terrestrial regression, but in extraterrestrial intervention. Could the enigmatic Anunnaki, figures woven into the very fabric of Sumerian mythology, be responsible for this perplexing historical rollercoaster? What if human development surges when their home world is distant, only to plunge into darkness and reset when this “wandering world” approaches ours, bringing these “alien gods” back to Earth? The chilling implication is that these cosmic visitors intentionally suppress our advancement, ensuring humanity never reaches a level where it could truly compete with them.

Alternatively, or perhaps concurrently, what if human civilization itself possesses a self-destructive gene? What if, upon reaching a certain technological zenith – imagine our current reliance on complex AI and digital infrastructure – a cataclysmic event or internal folly forces a reset? Those who survive such an apocalypse might find themselves utterly unable to comprehend or reactivate the remnants of our current knowledge. Imagine a future survivor staring blankly at an inert computer, utterly devoid of the understanding needed to even turn it on. The loss would be absolute.

Intriguingly, the period of this “wandering world’s” revolution is said to be 3,600 Earth years. According to some reports, this colossal celestial object is anticipated to re-enter our solar system around 2080. What fate, then, awaits humanity when these ancient cycles inevitably repeat?

The Pentagon’s Whispers: Are the Anunnaki Truly Returning?

The narrative deepens with a startling claim from a man with alleged insider Pentagon sources. According to Stan Deyo, a persistent “buzzword” within the hallowed halls of the Pentagon suggests that the very Sumerian Gods, the Anunnaki, are preparing for their return to Earth. This unsettling assertion aligns uncannily with observations of two celestial objects that have recently captivated astronomical attention: comets ISON and Encke.

One must question the seemingly arbitrary naming conventions. The word “on,” for instance, resonates profoundly with “An,” pronounced “on,” as in Anunnaki, and their revered leader, Anu (pronounced “ON-nu”). Furthermore, the prefix for ISON, “IS,” aligns directly with Isis, a mythical figure often equated with the Sumerian Goddess Inanna and Ishtar. Thus, breaking down ISON into “IS + ON” eerily spells out “Ishtar, of the Anunnaki.” Comet Encke offers an even more direct connection for those immersed in Anunnaki lore: Enki, pronounced “En-ki,” was a pivotal Sumerian God, later known as Ea (a name strikingly similar to “Earth”). Enki was revered as the deity of crafts, mischief, water, intelligence, and creation. Are these mere coincidences, or subtle nods to a deeper, concealed truth?

The Western Sky Enigma: A Star or a Spaceship?

Adding to the intrigue is a celestial anomaly that has captivated observers across the globe: a mysterious “UFO” currently visible in the western skies. Mobile astronomy applications like SkEye and Stellarium confirm that no major stars or planets are currently positioned in this particular region of the sky, rendering the anomaly truly unidentified.

While some speculate this object could be a benign Pleiadian or Arcturian vessel, the possibility of it being the vanguard of the returning Anunnaki remains a chilling consideration. Countless global reports and videos attest to this UFO’s baffling ability to change color and size, even revealing various sacred geometry shapes and intermittently shifting hues. If this celestial mystery is indeed the Anunnaki’s harbinger, one can expect immediate governmental obfuscation. A new, fabricated “star” will likely appear on our astronomical applications, serving as a convenient cover-up, meticulously designed to conceal the profound truth: we are not alone in this galaxy, nor this universe. For many, this reality will prove too much to bear; others will cling to denial. But for those capable of looking beyond the rigid confines of accepted paradigms, all possibilities exist, free from fear or apprehension.

Unraveling the Systems of Control: From Ancient Texts to Modern Tyranny

Governments, by their very nature, rarely offer us unfiltered truth, often burying crucial information under the convenient pretexts of “confidentiality” or “security risks.” It is therefore entirely plausible that most world governments possess foreknowledge of the Anunnaki’s impending return, yet remain terrified of revealing it to the public. Such a revelation, they fear, would inevitably collapse the existing economic slave systems and dismantle the world religions as we know them, fundamentally altering the very fabric of global power.

A thought-provoking excerpt from the Christian Bible, King James Version, invites deeper scrutiny. Genesis 1:26 famously states: “And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness…” This plural pronoun raises a crucial question: if there is but one singular God, why does the text not read, “Let Me make man in My own image”? Is it conceivable that the Bible itself, meticulously crafted and refined over centuries – notably with the King James Version being edited by the 33rd-degree Freemason Sir Francis Bacon, whose order’s motto is “ordo ab chao” (order out of chaos) – was designed as a sophisticated tool for human control through fear? After all, the very essence of religion, like government, often revolves around subservience, control, and conformity.

The Gold Slaves and the All-Seeing Eye: A Legacy of Manipulation?

Sumerian tales paint a dramatic picture of cosmic familial strife. Enki, the rebel deity, reportedly defied his father Anu, choosing to love humanity, the very beings Anu intended for servitude. Their conflict, a war that has allegedly raged ever since, echoes through millennia. Anu, one of the primary “creator gods,” is said to have deliberately manipulated our DNA, engineering humanity to be diligent slave workers, toiling in the Earth’s mines to extract precious gold for the Anunnaki’s use.

This chilling narrative prompts a compelling question: could this ancient agenda explain the Roman Catholic Church’s staggering accumulation of gold? With some sources estimating its holdings at a colossal 60,350 metric tonnes, the sheer volume of this precious metal within a religious institution is certainly noteworthy. Furthermore, the ubiquitous “all-seeing eye” atop the pyramid on the back of the US Dollar bill frequently triggers speculation. Is it merely a Masonic symbol, or could it represent the very entities – the Anunnaki – who have allegedly maintained humanity as economic slaves for thousands of years, pulling the strings of our financial systems from behind a veiled curtain?

The Awakening: Reclaiming Our DNA and Our Destiny

Regardless of how these profound mysteries ultimately unfold, a significant shift is undeniably underway. People across the globe are awakening to the pervasive tyranny and systemic oppression embedded within governmental structures. There’s a growing realization that our current modes of life, sustained by fiat currency and a deeply entrenched economic slave system, are fundamentally unsustainable.

A mere few thousand world leaders, it is argued, currently perpetuate this economic enslavement, while knowingly allowing the widespread pollution of our water, air, and food supplies. Meanwhile, the mainstream media relentlessly deploys fear as a potent tool, churning out state-sponsored propaganda designed to maintain the status quo.

Yet, there is immense power in unity. Humanity possesses the collective capacity to transcend this engineered reality, and it could literally happen overnight. But first, the vast majority of the “bottom of the pyramid” – all of us – must unite. We can no longer afford the corrosive divisions fueled by hatred of other countries, ethnicities, or races, for these engineered conflicts serve only to prevent our collective advancement as a single, interdependent civilization.

The Hopi prophecy resonates deeply with this burgeoning realization: “We are the ones we have been waiting for.” In other words, the power to fundamentally alter our reality resides inherently within us, requiring no benevolent intervention from the Anunnaki or any other supposed extraterrestrial race. But the first, most critical step, is to truly unite as a global community.

Nibiru Reimagined: A Planetary-Sized Spaceship?

Further “leaks” and speculative research suggest that the perception of Nibiru as a “destroyer” approaching Earth may be a profound misconception. Instead, a revolutionary theory posits Nibiru as not a wandering planet, but a colossal interstellar spacecraft of exorbitant dimensions. This immense artificial construct, built and positioned as a “planet” around our binary star (currently residing in the Kuiper Belt), functions as a divine “ax” or instrument of punishment and judgment, powered by two solar energy systems. Larger than Earth and equipped with “timeless” technology spanning millions of years, its operational lifespan is considered endless.

This cosmic leviathan is not merely capable of attacking or punishing planets; it can reportedly alter their orbits and inclinations, or even transform them entirely. It supposedly commands an incredible array of energies, lasers, and functions, meticulously developed and incorporated throughout its vast history of travel. Furthermore, it boasts universal communication systems and specialized espionage units, complete with Star Trek-like camouflage capabilities. While its orbital period is often cited as 3,600 years, even this may not be a fixed constant.

Onboard this titanic vessel, the Anunnaki are said to reside, alongside a vast menagerie of diverse aliens and humanoids from across our universe: reptilian, insectoid, gray, Pleiadian, Sirian, Arcturian, and countless others. It’s speculated that this cosmic ark represents a living collection of all life forms and technologies encountered throughout our solar system and beyond. Nibiru, in this radical interpretation, is depicted as something akin to the “Death Star” from Star Wars, yet not inherently malevolent. Its purpose, rather, is to execute its design: to patrol and monitor our sector of the cosmos.

Many ancient religions, in their veneration of “God” or “the Lord,” may have, in fact, been referring to Nibiru – the very home or source of their belief systems. This colossal spacecraft also reportedly functions as an interplanetary “United Nations,” a forum for the discussion and resolution of intergalactic conflicts, commanding immense power, fear, and respect throughout the cosmos. This revolutionary concept profoundly challenges the notion of wandering planets, which are scientifically inconsistent due to constant gravitational interference, and certainly cannot be manipulated at will.

The Tablets of Destiny: The Anunnaki’s Stolen Wisdom and Cosmic Control

In the rich tapestry of Sumerian mythology, the “Tablets of Destiny,” or “Tablets ME,” are not mere stone tablets. They are described as a cosmic computer library: a set of chips containing all information on war tactics, star maps, navigation routes, and crucially, the keys to activate or neutralize all Anunnaki spacecraft.

Upon their arrival on Earth, these “beings from heaven” initially established seven primary cities, strategically vital to Enlil’s mission on Earth. These cities, located in present-day Iraq between the Tigris and Euphrates, formed the region Sumerians called Edin – the likely etymological root of “Eden” in later cultures. Their first settlement, Eridu, meaning “Home away from home,” was commanded by Enki. The very name “Anunnaki” in Akkadian – “an-nu-na-ki” – translates to “fifty who descended to Earth from Heaven.”

Further cities rose: Bad-tibira (“bright place where the ore is finished”), commanded by Enlil’s son Nanna (“male moon god”). Enlil, upon being granted command of the Earth mission by Anu, dispatched his sons Nanna, Sin, and Ninurta, accompanied by Ninhursag, his stepsister, mistress, and Ninurta’s mother. It was in Bad-tibira that Ninurta had his twin sons, Shamash and Ishtar.

Next came Laraak, “seeing the bright glare,” a beacon city guiding space shuttles through a corridor of light, commanded by Ninurta. Sippar, the “bird city,” served as a critical spaceport for gold cargo, led by Shamash, “God of the sun and of justice.” Shurruppak, “the place of supreme well-being,” was the mission’s medical center, under Ninhursag’s guidance.

The sixth city, Nippur, “the terrestrial place of Nibiru,” functioned as the mission’s central control, commanded by Enlil himself. It housed the transmission center for communication with Nibiru and the orbiting Igigi shuttles. A bright chamber called Dirga, “the sacred one among the sacred ones,” atop a tower with multiple antennas named Dur-an-ki, “the sky-earth link,” served as this vital hub, as depicted in Sumerian representations. The seventh city, Lagash, “seeing the halo in six,” was the initial beacon guiding the flight route from Nibiru.

Crucially, in Nippur, specifically within Dirga, lay the immensely powerful “Me” tablets or “destiny tablets.” Numbering approximately 60 units, these were not merely ancient records, but an electronic library, a wellspring of vital Anunnaki information. These tablets held the keys to activating destructive weapons, controlling spacecraft, and directing any Anunnaki technological device. They were also a vast repository of knowledge in laws, decrees of governance, advanced technology, medicine, military techniques, defense methods, and even methods to subjugate populations – knowledge reserved exclusively for the Anunnaki elite.

The Myth of Zu: A Betrayal and a Cosmic Battle

Sumerian texts recount the dramatic “Myth of Zu,” involving an Anunnaki figure considered a demon from a different clan, Pazuzu, also known as Anzu (“He who knows the heavens”). Pazuzu’s origins are veiled in mystery, though Zecharia Sitchin suggested he was an orphan adopted by the Igigi, the Anunnaki who orbited Earth in space shuttles. The Igigi taught Pazuzu all the secrets of space and how to pilot their transport ships. Portrayed with a stylized body combining bird claws, eagle wings, and a lion-like head (with hints of reptilian features), Pazuzu was revered as the God of evil wind, storms, plagues, pests, and fevers.

The Igigi, growing restless from their long stays in space, named Pazuzu as their emissary to deliver their demands before Enlil, sending him to Nippur. Enlil, aware of the Igigi’s discontent and suspecting revolt – a narrative that birthed the myths of Titans, Great Astronauts, and Fallen Angels – took Pazuzu as a servant in Dirga, Nippur’s most sacred sanctuary, hoping to appease the Igigi. But Enlil was fatally betrayed. Pazuzu, seizing his opportunity, audacious ly stole the “Me” Tablets of Destiny, his ambition clear: to usurp Enlil’s reign.

“I will take the heavenly Tablet of Destinies. I will govern the decrees of the gods. I will establish my throne. I will be the master of the heavenly decrees. I will command the Igigi in space.”

Pazuzu fled to the Mountain of the Chambers of Heaven, the Hursak Mu. Immediately, alarms blared across the Anunnaki mission. Many Anunnaki devices, technologies, and knowledge systems were rendered useless. Fear gripped the mission and the Anunnaki population on Earth. The “Me” Tablets contained not only the orbits of planets but also the precise navigation coordinates for the Igigi ferries and the stellar routes for their starships.

“The divine formulas were suspended. The glowing light went out. The silence prevailed. In space, the Igigi were stunned. They had taken the shine of the sanctuary.”

Whoever possessed the “Me” tablets would control the heavens, the shipping routes to Nibiru, and command the Igigi. This was Pazuzu’s grand design: to seize control of all gold shipments and ascend as the new King on Earth.

Fear and darkness consumed the Anunnaki on Earth. Anu, the Great Sovereign of Nibiru, commanded Pazuzu’s capture and the retrieval of the “Me” Tablets of Destiny. Enlil summoned all Anunnaki warriors, but fear paralyzed them; Pazuzu had also stolen “Enlil’s Glitter,” a formidable weapon that reportedly rendered him twice as lethal, impenetrable, and as powerful as Enlil himself. Yet, the valiant Ninurta, Enlil’s son, bravely took the initiative. Arming his ship with the “Seven whirlwinds of wind that shake the dust” and a “Tiyu,” a potent projectile, Ninurta pursued the rogue deity.

Ninurta ultimately defeated Pazuzu and recovered the “Me” Tablets, thus restoring order to the Anunnaki mission. Pazuzu was sentenced to death and executed by Ninurta in a ritualistic ceremony, dressed as a bird to signify his Igigi origin. This served as a chilling warning to the remaining Igigi: Enlil remained the sole sovereign of the Mission and of Earth. For his bravery, Ninurta was greatly rewarded by Anu and Enlil, receiving new celestial crafts and weapons, including the deadliest armor of the Anunnaki, the “Ip,” a weapon reportedly with 50 heads that kill.

Pazuzu, once a powerful Anunnaki, was relegated to a mythological demon, a propagator of pests, elevated to the terrifying ranks of great creatures of the night like Lilith, a demoniac goddess notorious for stealing newborn babies to devour their blood. Paradoxically, despite this horrifying portrayal, the Sumerians themselves used the figure of Pazuzu as an amulet against sorcery and as a protective talisman against nocturnal demons that preyed on infants.

The Future Beckons: A Global Awakening

Some researchers propose that the Anunnaki must indeed return to Earth, not for destruction, but to “fix what they did wrong”—specifically, to reactivate our “junk DNA,” thereby accelerating the spiritual awakening and evolution of human consciousness. Stan Deyo’s Pentagon sources hint at this precise scenario: NASA and the Pentagon allegedly believe the Anunnaki’s return is imminent, coinciding with the arrival of the supposed Planet Nibiru.

Whether Nibiru is a planet or a dwarf star remains a matter of intense debate, but something is undeniably amiss in our solar system’s traditional models. It is highly plausible that the Anunnaki are already here, and that the impending “contact” will unfold in carefully managed stages. If these ancient gods indeed control us, their presence represents the greatest secret the Pentagon could possibly conceal.

According to Gregg Braden’s research, a mere 20 of our 64 DNA codons are currently “activated.” This raises a profound question: why would the “Source of creation” limit our genetic abilities by deactivating the majority of our DNA? The answer, some speculate, lies with the Anunnaki themselves. Our DNA was allegedly limited by them to maintain humanity in a state of submission, control, and conformity to their will. These beings, possessing knowledge of our true genetics, have potentially controlled us for millennia. Their purpose, it is believed, is to never lose control, governing through fear, exploiting the latent, fear-triggered factors within our DNA. They are, perhaps, far more powerful than the visible leaders we perceive as presidents and prime ministers. Researcher Simon Parkes goes further, suggesting we possess 12 strands of DNA, each linked to a specific galactic race, hinting at a far more complex cosmic lineage than we currently comprehend.

Regardless of how these revelations play out, a global awakening is undeniably underway. People are increasingly recognizing the tyranny and oppression inherent in all governments, realizing that our current ways of life – driven by fiat currency and a deeply entrenched economic slave system – are unsustainable. In total, a comparatively small number of world leaders may be perpetuating this economic servitude, simultaneously polluting our vital water, air, and food supplies. Meanwhile, the mainstream media relentlessly employs fear tactics and disseminates state-sponsored propaganda to maintain the status quo.

Yet, we possess the power to rise above this. Change could literally happen overnight if the “bottom of the pyramid” – all of us – unites. We must dismantle the manufactured hatred of other countries, ethnicities, and races, for these divisions are precisely what prevent us from advancing as a unified civilization. The Hopi prophecy resonates with compelling truth: “We are the ones we have been waiting for.” We hold the power to instigate change right now, without needing intervention from the Anunnaki or any other supposed benevolent extraterrestrial race. But first, we must unite as a truly global community, embracing the profound truth of our shared human story – a story that may be far more complex, and far more awe-inspiring, than we have ever dared to imagine.

[paulthepoke]

This Week in Prophecy: China & Trump Tariffs; DNA Manipulation

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the father, the daughter, and the baby

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MUTATIONS, ©CruisingxDystopia

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HERE'S DA WATER DELIVERY DAILY

(also hello person that knows all tomorrows :)

Yay! More water for my parched homunculus!!

[revvethasmythh]

okay, here's the thing: i don't think the reapers needed to be explained at all beyond what we got in like, leviathan. they're a plot device. they're the reason the plot is happening. i am content with this, they could have kept handwaving shit and using big words to say nothing about the purpose of the reapers and i'd've been like "yeah sure man, whatever you say" but they DIDN'T do that, instead they tried to explain them by using the child that gave us PTSD nightmares (literally) to claim that war between organics and synthetics is, for some reason, inevitable, despite the fact that this very argument can be thoroughly disproven within the actual plot of the story. babe i brought quarians AND geth to this space fight. WHAT are you talking about

[wordingg]

After the Flood - Chapter Three (Nick)

Summary: Nick hates change and has a talk with Benji about kissing.

It started with the arrival of other survivors at the tail end of fall.

I had been anticipating it since the Angels fled all the way back in March, but Erin and a lot of the others seemed to have largely forgotten that there were other people hiding in the city besides us and the Vanguard. Honestly, I had expected them to come sniffing around our walls earlier than they had, but I must have underestimated how far the threat the Angels had cultivated could carry us.

It took over six months before people felt safe enough to leave whatever boltholes they had made for themselves and begin roaming farther afield than their own backyards. It had to have taken that long, because I couldn't imagine you could walk more than a block before you realized that both the Angels and the graces were largely gone.

The first group to come to the gates were kids. They were just little kids, the oldest and the ringleader couldn't have been older than thirteen. There were five of them, tiny and emaciated and dirty.

Erin didn't even put it to a vote. She just swept them through the gates and got them to the cafeteria as quickly as she could.

If it had just been easy cases like that, it wouldn't have been a problem. But, once we let the kids in, more people started to show up.

Some were families, frazzled mothers with gaggles of kids or couples clinging to each other or in some cases just ragtag groups of strangers who stuck together through the end of the world. There was some concern about taking too many people in, but the farms in the basement were still producing more than we could eat by ourselves. We were nowhere close to stretching ourselves thin yet.

I sat next to Erin during the meetings, sat silently during the votes, watched the back wall while people debated. I only had one thing to say and Erin and I had already had it out over how unhelpful it was, so I didn't bother to speak up unless someone asked a question about security or resources.

I didn't like the new people who were coming into the campus. Some of it, I knew, was just my own resistance against change. It was something I knew about myself, something I was used to chafing against. I could push it down, usually.

But, the new people didn't like Benji. That was something that I couldn't ignore.

It had been a long time since I had seen Benji the way these new people were seeing him. Probably not since that first glimpse I had gotten of him from the wall of New Nazareth. Even back then, it had only been a heartbeat before I recognized him as Benji, as the small angry boy that I couldn't ignore despite my best efforts. It had been the same for everyone else on the Watch. It was Benji. We all knew Benji and we trusted him. He was one of us. Some people in the ALC had taken longer, but they all came around.

Now, Benji had to put up with stares, gasps, people flinching away from him.

I didn't particularly care if these people were hungry and scared and lonely. We could hand them food through the gate and send them on their way. Anything so that Benji would stop sitting by himself out in the fields with the Graces. He wasn't one of them, not really.

He wasn't a monster, but everyone was letting the new people treat him like one.

"It's not for forever," Erin had repeated over and over, whenever we were alone. "Once they're acclimated, we can talk to them about Benji. Right now, it's too much to put on them while they get used to things in the ALC."

It made sense, of course it did. Erin was always right when it came to other people and how to handle them.

That didn't mean I had to like it.

"I've been thinking," Benji said one night in early December. The fields had been full of swaying stalks of wheat, still green with new growth. The animals had come back, slowly growing fat and healthy again with the return of the plants they relied on for food. "If I can change the graces, why can't I change myself?" Benji had said slowly.

I remember sitting up from where I had been laying on the couch so fast that my head spun. Benji's head had been propped on the arm of the couch, his long lean body curled around the couch like he usually did.

"Somebody said something. Who was it?" I asked. I sounded angry, even I could tell that. But, it was too hard to pack down. I was more angry than I had thought and it had all been ready to come out at a moment's notice.

Benji scoffed, though it sounded more like a strange coughing growl if you weren't familiar with his new voice. "Nobody said anything," he rumbled. "I've just been thinking."

"You've been thinking of changing yourself and it has nothing to do with all the new people?" I asked incredulously.

"What about them?" Benji asked, tilting his head. He sounded genuinely confused. I didn't understand how he didn't notice the way they looked at him.

"They treat you like a monster," I said, brushing a finger against one of the white horns protruding from his skull. It was smooth and dry and ended in a wickedly sharp tip.

"Well," Benji said wryly, with a shrug. Like that was a matter of course.

"You're not a monster," I said, trying to put as much force behind my words as I could manage.

"I sort of am," he replied, a teasing edge to his words. "Just a little bit."

I sighed and leaned heavily against the back of the couch. Obviously, Benji wasn't going to take this subject seriously, so there wasn't much point in arguing with him about it. A faint breeze came in through the window above the couch, cooling the sweat on the back of my neck. I scratched at the skin, gathered the hair off my neck and started to tie it up.

I really should have cut it. It was constantly bothering me, but there was so much to do. Even without as much mobility as I had before, I felt constantly swamped with things to do, people to check on, tasks to reassign. More people meant more work for Erin and I. I had no idea how she had managed while I was laid up.

Benji's eyes rested on my neck, his body going still and focused in a way that made my arms raise up in goosebumps. Some long buried prey instinct sat up and took notice, but it got tangled up somewhere with the satisfaction of knowing that Benji was watching me.

That had been happening more and more lately and I wasn't quite sure what to do about it.

"Do you remember what I said before I left? The last time?" Benji asked, his voice deep and rumbling in his throat.

I paused, frowning in thought as I tried to decode the non-sequitur. Finally, it occurred to me. Benji must be talking about the last time we talked before he went to turn himself into the Angels. The day that he had told me in the copy room that he liked me.

"I remember," I croaked, staring fixedly at the door directly across from me. My guts writhed in anxiety.

Did Benji want to talk about it? About us? About my feelings and his? I could feel my already sweaty hands grow clammy with sweat as I forced them to lay flat on top of my thighs. To say that I felt unequipped to navigate that kind of conversation would have been a great understatement.

"I never did get to kiss you," Benji said softly.

My muscles relaxed a little as what he had said registered. Kissing was a bit of a different topic than feelings.

"I don't like kissing," I mumbled, glancing at Benji from the corner of my eye. He was so still, so focused. I could feel his blank eyes drilling into the side of my neck.

"I remember," Benji said, huffing a laugh between his sharp teeth that took all the sting out of his words.

I had said the same thing back then, in the copy room. I remembered then, Benji had said he wanted to kiss me at first. It was only when I told him I didn't like kissing that he explained that what he really meant was that he liked me.

I was surprised to realize he was still thinking about kissing.

When I had first come to the ALC, after I escaped New Nazareth, I had been excited at the thought that I could be with other men without risking my life. I still had duct tape wrapped around my bullet wound when I had my first fumbling hook up in a hall closet. It had been a bit of a let down to realize I didn't enjoy being touched nearly as much as I liked touching. I liked looking, I liked touching, I liked tasting. But, there was no way to communicate all the things that I didn't like without ruining the experience for my partner. A hand through my hair would pull the pins out, a rough fingernail on my shoulder sent a shiver of disgust through my guts, and that's not even mentioning when the other person wanted to return the favor.

I had learned quickly it was better just to avoid physical contact. I could look without fear and that would have to be enough until things slowed down.

Belatedly, I realized that those slower days had come a long time ago. I had plenty of time to tell Benji the things I liked and didn't like. In fact, he probably knew a lot of them already and I didn't have to worry that if I corrected him he would get frustrated with me. He had already proven himself steadfast and patient with me, even if he could still be temperamental with himself and others.

"Do you want a kiss?" I asked, turning to look at Benji.

"There's not many places you could kiss me without cutting your lip open," Benji said, snapping his teeth at me a little in demonstration.

I didn't really understand why he said that. There were plenty of places I could kiss him without hurting myself.

Without thought, I pressed my thumb to the hollow beneath his eye.

"What about here?" I asked.

Benji stared at me. He was so still that he might have stopped breathing.

I wasn't sure what that meant either, but if Benji wanted a kiss, that wasn't some great sacrifice. I leaned in slowly and replaced my thumb with my mouth, a quick press of chapped lips against cold gray skin.

I pulled back to look at Benji, but he was still frozen.

"I don't mind kisses, if they're with you. You just have to ask," I explained.

At that, Benji finally started moving again. His long tail, spiked and feathered at the end, began sweeping back and forth across the worn carpeted floor.

"Yeah?" he asked, his already deep rumbling voice more hoarse than usual. "How about here?" he asked, pointing to his other cheek.

Huffing a laugh, I kissed the space below his other eye.

"Here?" Benji asked, pointing to the space between his eyes. I kissed him there too.

"And, here?" he asked hesitantly, holding out his hand. I grasped his wrist and his hand flexed, the long claws splaying out to reveal the soft human palm at the center. I kissed him there too.

That night, I kissed Benji everywhere he asked and more places that he didn't. His skin was smooth and cool and uniform. There was no hair or dry skin or moles for me to avoid. It almost felt reptilian, which was more appealing to me than I would have expected. I wasn't excited, but I felt full to the brim with affection.

By the time I was fighting sleep with each long blink, I was tangled with Benji on the couch, his long limbs dangling off both ends, his skin a cool balm against the hot air still blew occasionally through the window above us.

"I feel stupid for not asking sooner," Benji grumbled, sounding a lot more awake than I thought he was.

"I'm sorry for not offering," I mumbled. Benji's knuckles rubbed the space between my shoulder blades, his claws carefully curled away. He was always so careful.

"Not your fault," he said. Which I understood to mean he knew it wasn't in my nature to offer that kind of thing.

"Are you still thinking about changing yourself?" I asked after a bit of time went by. I wasn't falling asleep and the thought was still pulling at me.

Benji hummed thoughtfully. "A little bit," he admitted. "It would be good if we could do more than just kissing, right?" he asked hesitantly.

I pressed my face into the curve of his neck, hiding what I could feel was a thunderous frown.

"You shouldn't do it for other people. Even for me," I said.

"But, what if it was for me?" he asked.

I took a deep breath to steady myself before I sat up. I looked down at him. It was hard, sometimes, to read his facial expressions. I imagine he probably had the same issue with me for different reasons. He had no eyebrows, no lips, very little left of his nose. But, I had practice at deciphering his face by then.

He looked serious.

"Then, I think you should do what you want," I said. "Just, take it slow," I said with a wince, as his tail began to enthusiastically wag against the floor. "Changing yourself is different from changing someone else. I just want you to be careful."

"I will," Benji said quickly. "I promise."

I still didn't feel entirely at ease with the situation. I had liked Benji when he looked like a small angry boy ready to fight the world and I liked him then as a tall biblically accurate angel. I wasn't sure what he was about to change himself into and I wasn't ready to let the feelings I had for him go.

I just had to try and trust that my feelings would stay the same, that I would always love the Benji inside regardless of what he looked like.

[mymarifae]

going back to these tags. this shit literally haunts me like i haven't touched bnha since watching the first season when it came out YEARS ago but i still lay awake in bed some nights grieving the loss of This story. i was watching it with my high school ex and i started complaining when all might told deku he'd give him one-for-all and my ex was like "but it'd be so boring if deku didn't get powers. the story wouldn't mean anything." and i was so in shock that i kind of wanted to kill him because WOW . we are not on the same creative wavelength AT ALL are we . like you're telling me you saw alllllllllll that build-up with deku being bullied for not having a quirk and everyone mocking his dreams of going to UA and becoming a pro hero - the build-up that culminates in the scene where he rushes headfirst into danger in a desperate attempt to save someone's life when all the so-called "heroes" with their "superpowers" stood around doing jack shit and you... still wanted him to magically get a quirk via the powers of Lazy Plot Convenience ?!??! you didn't start expecting a story about defying a world that hates you and wants you to fail... ?!?! that's boring to you? nothing about that resonates with you? at all¿!?

[smol-blue-bird]

currently reading a historical romance story written by a 14-year-old girl and I am Obsessed (in, like, a lover-of-obscure-fiction way). I wish I had written things this normal at 14

[nikok0re]

Sometimes I feel I'm in my healing era, therapy seems to work and I feel like I'm slowly learning how to deal with my emotions, which is awful and makes me panic!!!! bc that means I'm losing my spark and getting less funny and I'm no longer a lobotomy chic midsomar-coded manic pixie dream girlie:( so I just drink a whole bottle of liquor by myself and make the worst choices I could make to compensate for all the progress so I can feel like god's favorite little bitch again

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

there very much was a miniature elephant in jurassic park

jurassic park but it's tiny elephants and nothing goes wrong 🥺

[milfbrainrot]

kdksjf wait so presumably the Fixer Watcher runs into in Chapter one in the memory thing is actually Principal manipulating the simulation.

So. "She whispers to an Occupant" and "We were supposed to fight the Occupants, not fuck them" thing is... so much more interesting through the lens of Principal's obsession with Iris. Like she's jealous that Iris is close with an Occupant the way she wants Iris to be close to her ??? Absolutely insane implications

[sergioguymanproust]

There’s no turning back folks.We have been literally visited and messed with our DNA from our very beginning, altered physically and mentally and even cloned into several species and subspecies by a far more advanced civilization, I wonder where was god while this slave race was being created, or was it more like the Greeks and Romans with a pantheon of gods. My curiosity is a fire burning bright fueled by long list of questions and half baked answers from our ill reputed government and its black agenda filled with contracts and pact with those not so friendly extraterrestrial,that continue to abduct us to perform alien biopsies,and often taking humans to feed their kind specially the reptilian kind. This planet has been terraformed and thousands of civilizations that have come and gone still left proof of their architecture and alien engineering capabilities .Still even more funny is the way our government reacts always wanting to hide everything from the masses this serving to prove how stupid and arrogant those in control of the military and government agencies truly are.Great at making whistleblowers disappear (we’ll, kill .) and innocent civilians threatened just like the mafia and drug cartels.Anything and everything to keep their shadow government in the shadows, haaaa! As I said in the beginning there’s no turning back folks .Mark my words we will be invaded tortured and kill by the coming race ,we will be stunned with infrasound and divided into several groups. We have been forewarned several times. Those whistleblowers that have had the chance to interviewed two alien races have repeatedly said that we are a dangerous and literally stinky race ,that assimilate rather quickly .Devious and yet loving at times beings that can turn quickly into temperamental beasts.There you have it folks ,more to come in future postings.Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

[presidentdisastraofgallifrey]

Maybe one day I'll move past Etra Prime and play with some of her Pandora-based trauma. Today is not that day.

[emkaniff]

I can barely read any of the homelander fanfic cuz I ship him with my OC 🥲 and she is NOT like y/n she’s like if homelander was just crazy and had pretty non threatening powers