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homomenhommes · 8 months

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

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1888 – Although T.S. Eliot (d.1965) liked to be thought of as the most impersonal of poets, looking at the world with a detached and objective eye, many personal elements in the poems deserve to be read with the poet's life in mind. Indeed, there may have been personal reasons for his "impersonality." Certainly, one of its effects was to give the impression that he had something to hide. A number of younger writers, including Hart Crane and Harold Norse, assumed he was homosexual.

At the emotional core of Eliot's poetry is his friendship with Jean Verdenal (1889-1915), a young Frenchman. All we know for certain is that the relationship took place in Paris in 1910 and 1911 while Eliot was studying at the Sorbonne and that Verdenal died in the Great War in 1915 at the age of 26. A month later, Eliot hurriedly married his first wife, Vivien.

In 1917, he dedicated Prufrock and Other Observations to Verdenal's memory, over an epigraph from Dante's Purgatorio that expresses "the measure of the love which warms me towards you." This quotation comes from one of Eliot's two favorite segments of the Divine Comedy, both of which he kept returning to throughout his career: In Inferno XV, Dante meets Brunetto Latini among the sodomites (the "violent against nature"); and in Purgatorio XXVI, he meets Arnaut Daniel among more sodomites and "hermaphrodites."

Eliot's love for Verdenal is one of the central facts of The Waste Land. In particular, it is possible to identify the so-called Hyacinth girl of the poem's opening section with the poet's sentimental memory of "a friend coming across the Luxembourg Gardens in the late afternoon, waving a branch of lilac." This figure is then subsumed into the theme of death by water, which is in turn mixed with references to the trenches of the Great War. The poem's despair is expressed as both personal and philosophical loss in the crucial line, "He who was living is now dead." The Waste Land is, in short, a funeral elegy.

When John Peter wrote an essay to this effect in 1952, Eliot instructed his solicitors to intervene, and all traceable copies of the relevant issue of Essays in Criticism (II, 242-266) were destroyed. Peter reissued the essay, with additions, after Eliot's death.

One of Ezra Pound's self-appointed tasks as editor of the manuscript of The Waste Land was to tone down the poem's homoeroticism. For instance, he recommended the cutting of the poem "Saint Narcissus," that peculiar fusion of pagan and Christian imagery that now appears at the end of the Complete Poems. A number of familiar lines in the final draft of The Waste Land are toned-down versions of what appeared in the manuscript: "My friend, blood shaking my heart" was originally "My friend, my friend, beating in my heart."

However, he had an abhorrence of sex in general, though as a boy, he masturbated guiltily and wrote a magnificently sensuous poem about it; an excerpt here:Then he knew that he had been a fish With slippery white belly held tight in his own fingers Writhing in his own clutch, his ancient beauty Caught fast in the pink rips of his new beauty.

1967 – Rich Merritt is an author, blogger and attorney. Merritt is a speaker at universities, law schools and other civic organizations about topics ranging from issues on gay and lesbian equality to fundamentalism. He has been a controversial figure since he was featured on the cover of the New York Times Magazine on June 28, 1998, which is Gay pride day in New York City, in an article by Jennifer Egan entitled "Uniforms In The Closet: The Shadow Life Of A Gay Marine", and soon after exposed by The Advocate as a porn star.

Rich Merritt was born in 1967 in Greenville, South Carolina. In 1973, his parents enrolled him at Bob Jones Elementary School, the educational "Fortress of Fundamentalism." Merritt finished Bob Jones Elementary and went on to Bob Jones High School and Bob Jones University but was expelled before he got his university degree.

In his memoirs, Merritt claimed that when he attended Bob Jones Junior High School, Bob Jones III, then-president of BJU, said at a White House anti-gay protest that "homosexuals should be stoned to death as the Bible commanded." The hostile environment forced Merritt to deny to himself that he was gay. Once removed from the fundamentalist world, however, he could no longer deny his same-sex attraction.

After he got a degree from Clemson University, Merritt joined the United States Marine Corps, where he rose to the rank of captain. Unbeknownst to his superiors, Captain Merritt, by this time an active gay man, supplemented his income for a while by appearing in male adult films under the name of "Danny Orlis" (which Merritt stole from the hero of a series of Christian boys' books).

In 1998, Merritt caused a sensation when he came out in a New York Times Magazine cover story about gay Marines. Even worse (for Merritt), The Advocate dug up Merritt's porn past and exposed it. Having left the Marines (with an honorable discharge), Merritt's life took a wrong turn as he descended into a tailspin of circuit parties, drugs and alcohol, only to eventually recover and begin a new career as a lawyer - and as the author of his published memoirs "Secrets of a Gay Marine Porn Star."

2021 – 64% of Swiss Voters pass a referendum which will allow same sex marriage with the same rights as heterosexuals.It is set to be in effect by July 1 2021.

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fettesans · 2 months

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Screen captures from La vocation suspendue, directed by Raúl Ruiz, 1978.

Many transhumanists like (Ray) Kurzweil contend that they are carrying on the legacy of the Enlightenment — that theirs is a philosophy grounded in reason and empiricism, even if they do lapse occasionally into metaphysical language about “transcendence” and “eternal life.” As I read more about the movement, I learned that most transhumanists are atheists who, if they engage at all with monotheistic faith, defer to the familiar antagonisms between science and religion. Many regard Christianity in particular with hostility and argue that Christians are the greatest obstacle to the implementation of their ideas. In his novel, The Transhumanist Wager (2013), Zoltan Istvan, the founder of the Transhumanist political party, imagines Christians will be the ones to oppose the coming cybernetic revolution. Few Christians have shown much interest in transhumanism (or even awareness of it), but the religious right’s record of opposing stem-cell research and genetic engineering suggests it would resist technological modifications to the body. “The greatest threat to humanity’s continuing evolution,” writes transhumanist Simon Young, “is theistic opposition to Superbiology in the name of a belief system based on blind faith in the absence of evidence.” (...)

In the late 19th century, a Russian Orthodox ascetic named Nikolai Fedorov was inspired by Darwinism to argue that humans could direct their own evolution to bring about the resurrection. Up to this point, natural selection had been a random phenomenon, but now, thanks to technology, humans could intervene in this process. “Our body,” as he put it, “will be our business.” He suggested that the central task of humanity should be resurrecting everyone who had ever died. Calling on biblical prophecies, he wrote: “This day will be divine, awesome, but not miraculous, for resurrection will be a task not of miracle but of knowledge and common labor.” He speculated that technology could be harnessed to return Earth to its Edenic state. Space travel was also necessary, since as Earth became more and more populated by the resurrected dead, we would have to inhabit other planets.

Fedorov had ideas about how science could enact the resurrection, but the details were opaque. The universe, he mused, was full of “dust” that had been left behind by our ancestors, and one day scientists would be able to gather up this dust to reconstruct the departed. Another option he floated was hereditary resurrection: sons and daughters could use their bodies to resurrect their parents, and the parents, once reborn, could bring back their own parents. Despite the archaic wording, it’s difficult to ignore the prescience underlying these ideas. Ancestral “dust” anticipates the discovery of DNA. Hereditary resurrection prefigures genetic cloning.

This theory was carried into the 20th century by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, a French Jesuit priest and paleontologist who, like Fedorov, believed that evolution would lead to the Kingdom of God. In 1949, Teilhard proposed that in the future all machines would be linked to a vast global network that would allow human minds to merge. Over time, this unification of consciousness would lead to an intelligence explosion — the Omega Point — enabling humanity to “break through the material framework of Time and Space” and merge seamlessly with the divine. The Omega Point is an obvious precursor to Kurzweil’s Singularity, but in Teilhard’s mind, it was how the biblical resurrection would take place. Christ was guiding evolution toward a state of glorification so that humanity could finally merge with God in eternal perfection. By this point, humans would no longer be human. Perhaps the priest had Dante in mind when he described these beings as “some sort of Trans-Human at the ultimate heart of things.”

Meghan O'Gieblyn, from Ghost in the Cloud - Transhumanism’s simulation theology, for n+1, Issue 28 : Half-Life, Spring 2017.

#linked excerpts #safe new world

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sunkenhq · 1 year

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My short day turned into a longer day at work again so I'll be lurking around on mobile today to answer any questions or accept any apps we receive. Milk and cookies, and probably certain death on Bar Harbor, await you on the island if you bring us one of our wanted connections below.

NATALIA SERPENTORE is missing their BROTHER. The 28+/300+ year old looks a lot like JACOB ELORDI, CAMERON MONAGHAN, TOBY REGBO, CHRIS WOOD, UTP. is a VAMPIRE. I hear the story goes something like [ as the older brother of a rebellious sister, he takes his role as her mediator and protector very seriously. he’s always been close with her, especially after their father remarried a vampire and became a tyrant. he knew natalia was in love with her servant and helped her conceal her affair. he also helped fake her death, knowing it would free him too. but when things went south, he became a vampire alongside her so she wouldn’t live an immortal life alone. he’s been traveling with her for hundreds of years, gaining a reputation as a fearsome duo no one wants to cross. he may have found a mate of his own, or he may have never thought of it until recently, but their quest to restore dante’s memories has lead them here and he is more determined than ever to put this mission to rest ] but if you’d like to learn more you [ CAN READ NATALIA’S INTRO ] about it.

NATALIA SERPENTORE is missing their FATHER. The 40+/300+ year oldlooks a lot like UTP. is a VAMPIRE. I hear the story goes something like [ he was a cowardly, yet humble and sweet man. he was madly in love with his wife (natalia and her brother’s mother), even though he knew she didn’t love him back quite the same. when she died, it broke his heart. he served in the war to give his life purpose, but died trying. a mysterious woman saved him and made him a vampire. her devotion to him made him want to marry her, and they moved to a tiny kingdom and killed their king. they ruled openly as vampires, demanding sacrifice from their subjects. his daughter saved a boy from being sacrificed to him, and in her defiance, he discovered years later that she fell in love with the boy. he and his wife wanted revenge for her actions. when natalia faked her and dante’s deaths, her father and stepmother cursed dante to forget her. His children have been traveling for centuries, and now that he’s heard they settled down on the island, he’s back to either bring them home or make them have a home with him. ] but if you’d like to learn more you [ CAN READ NATALIA’S INTRO ] about it.

NATALIA SERPENTORE is missing their STEPMOTHER. The 40+/300+ year oldlooks a lot like UTP. is a VAMPIRE. I hear the story goes something like [ she was a noble lady who was outcast when she became a vampire. she ran away to Genoa, Italy, where she fell in love with a married man from a distance. she heard his wife was trying to escape, so she killed her and left her in the ocean. she followed the grief-stricken man to war and saved his life when he perished, turning him into a vampire. she trained him and nurtured him until he married her. it was her idea to take the family away to a small kingdom where they could rule as a vampire king and queen. Natalia’s love affair and act of defiance made her hatch a plan to curse her stepdaughter’s beloved forget her when the human life is over and the vampire life begins. now she and her husband are on the island, which sounds like a good place to create a new kingdom. ] but if you’d like to learn more you [ CAN READ NATALIA’S INTRO ] about it.

KASSANDRA CROCE is missing their DESCENDANT. The UTP year old looks a lot like UTP, is a HUMAN/WITCH. I hear the story goes something like [ kass had a daughter and a son before she became a vampire and so I’m assuming her family continued and she continued to sort of keep an eye on her descendants. I think it would be really fun if one of them was in bar harbor for some reason and kass didn’t know and is going to freak out because they should really be very far away from danger bc she feels like they’re an extension of her children but also they wouldn’t know kass so that’s fun. other than being related to kass distantly you can do whatever you want with them, if you’d like you can keep the last name Williams but that’s not necessary. ] but if you’d like to learn more you [ DO NOT HAVE TO BUT CAN MESSAGE @DVVELLINGS ] about it.

GABRIEL SEVERIDE is missing his HALF-BROTHER. The 25 to 30 years old looks a lot like TOM HOLLAND, JOEY KEERY, HERMAN TØMMERAAS, JORDAN FISHER, EVAN MOCK, UTP, is a HUMAN. I hear the story goes something like [ HE’S THE SON HIS FATHER HAD AFTER ABANDONING HER MOTHER, HE REPRESENTS EVERYTHING GABRIEL NEVER HAD, ALL THE HEARTBREAK HE ALWAYS HAD TO SEE HER MOTHER ENDURE. HE PROBABLY FOLLOWED GABRIEL TO BAR HARBOR! ] but if you’d like to learn more you [ CAN MESSAGE @gabrielseveride BEFORE HAND ] about it.

JESPER BELMONTE is missing their STEP-PARENT. The 30-40 year old looks a lot like CRYSTAL REED, CHAI HANSEN, PHOEBE TONKIN, ALFIE ENOCH, DIANE GUERRERO, CASEY DEIDRICK, ANA DE ARMAS, DAVID CASTENDA, GEMMA CHAN, CHARLES MICHAEL DAVIS, UTP, is a HUMAN/WITCH. I hear the story goes something like [ they married jesper’s biological parent few years back and they were significantly younger 15+ years kind of thing and Jesper was just like you’re more like a sibling lmao and then his biological parent got sick and eventually passed and he sort actually saw this person somewhat parentally. they came here because they’re fbi and the murders, but also they’re supernatural hunters and they’re suspicious, but they don’t want jesper to learn about the supernatural. otherwise they’re pretty much up to you, jesper’s parent made their wealth in private security and hotels, so they could have known about the supernatural if you want which is how they got involve. also the gender of the parent is left open so you can have whatever gender/sexuality you want for your character. ] but if you’d like to learn more you [ DO NOT HAVE TO BUT CAN MESSAGE @DVVELLINGS ] about it.

BLAISE FONTAINE is missing their EX. The 25-32 year old looks a lot like JENNY BOYD, ALEX FITZALAN, ESTER EXPOSITO, ALBERTO ROSENDE, VICTORIA PEDRETTI, TIMOTHEE CHALAMET, TATI GABRIELLE, KIT YOUNG, DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL, TOM HOLLAND, SOFIA CARSON, UTP is a ANYTHING BUT FAIRY. I hear the story goes something like [ so blaise has been in town for a year, the longest they could’ve dated is 8 months but I want it to have ended 3 months ago. It could be amicable but I do love drama so if we want things to get messy let’s do it. I also think part of the reason they probably ended because blaise was catching some feelings and he’s a scared bb boy so bonus points if they call him out for that. ] but if you’d like to learn more you [ DO NOT HAVE TO BUT CAN MESSAGE @DVVELLINGS ] about it.

LAPIS GRIMALDI is missing their SUPERNATURAL INTEREST. The 23-27 year old looks a lot like JENNY BOYD, BENJAMIN WADSWORTH, JESSIE MEI LI, TIMOTHEE CHALAMET, FINN COLE, DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL, SOFIA CARSON, THOMAS DOHERTY, SISI STRINGER, FREDDIE THORP, UTP is a WEREWOLF/FAIRY/VAMPIRE. I hear the story goes something like [ I want someone who draws lapis’ attention, which is fairly rare for her. I think them being a different species draws her in for some reason, maybe they need a witch. It can lead to something romantic but off the bat it wouldn’t be. I also love the drama of maybe this person sort of stringing lapis along because they need a witch or they want something from the grimaldi family and it can be a sort of betrayal in the future who knows. ] but if you’d like to learn more you [ DO NOT HAVE TO BUT CAN MESSAGE @DVVELLINGS ] about it.

#supernatural rp #appless rp #fairy rp #vampire rp #magic rp

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 5 years

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just a very tipsy bit of June and Dante bonding because idk if it’s clear how much I fucking love their relationship :’) look, it’s something actually sfw this time!! :D :D :D

“Dante...” June’s voice was only vaguely slurred, in the way of one well in practice being inebriated. “Fuck, marry, kill-”

“Kill.”

“That’s not how it goes!”

“Myself. I haven’t been this bored since the Signs movie night.”

“Shut up, play the stupid fucking game. It’s better than sitting here.”

Dante rolled his eyes, admiring the way the whole room wavered as he did so. “Okay. Who?”

“Beethoven-”

“How old do you think I am?”

June narrowed their eyes. After one long moment, they obviously decided thinking in this state was too much work, so they just shrugged their narrow shoulders with a noncommittal grunt.

“Nice to know you care so much,” Dante grumbled. “One hundred and sixty three this year. Now you know.”

June made a noise half way between a cat coughing up a hairball, a snicker, and a giggle. Dante decided hazily to call it a snicker; he liked his head attached to his neck. “You’ve aged well,” they managed to get out after a moment.

“Wish I could say the same,” Dante said pleasantly.

“Oh, fuck off. The amount of times I get mistaken for a fucking prepubescent-”

“Until they see your face.” Dante laughed, a bit too loud for the enclosed space. He remembered the poor mortal woman the other day, who had asked June where “her” parents were, until June had turned around with their face of cutting sharp angles and ire and the woman had almost fainted on the spot.

“Fuck off,” June repeated darkly. They drained their wine glass for the....... 14th time tonight? Dante looked at the multitude of empty bottles on the floor. They’d gone through five. Six? Given it took two to get a single demon tipsy, it wasn’t that bad. That.

Dante couldn’t remember the last time he’d let himself go this far. A bit of a buzz, yeah. Not the-world-looking-vaguely-alive-and-also-kind-of-sparkly-in-a-way gone. He had responsibilities. People to look after. A reputation to uphold. But now Jesse and Vrox were safely in Hell, the rest of the pack, too. No strays running around causing trouble. A night of peace. Weight off his shoulders. It was... nice.

“Funny,” he said.

“What’s?” June didn’t look up from their wine glass, tilting it so the remaining drops glinted like rubies in the dull light through the windows.

“Think I’ve forgotten how to relax,” he admitted.

“Doesn’t fucking surprise me. You’re not a soldier anymore, Dante. I don’t think you’ve got that through your thick skull yet.”

“Yeah, and who’s fault is that?”

“You almost got yourself killed-”

“Aw, you do care.”

“- and left me with ruling over the Kennels, alone? Get fucked. Never happening. I will drag you out of a warzone myself.”

“You did. Literally. Drag me”

“Damn fucking right I did.” June tossed their glass aside - getting a few flecks of darker red on the couch - and grabbed the remaining bottle, forgoing the glassful now in favour of drinking straight from the bottle.

“Do you know what it feels like to be hellgated when you’re not ready to be hellgated?”

“Y-”

“It’s not a great feeling.”

“What are you, an infant?”

Dante snorted. “A one hundred and sixty three year old infant...”

“Alric,” they both said at the same time, which caused a chorus of uninhibited laughter, even and especially if the subject matter involved a 13 year old hellhound who died via cult and who now routinely ate people.

“You know what?” June said suddenly, breaking off their laughter. “Are you ready now?”

Dante struggled to remember what they’d just been talking about. “What?” he said, a bit apologetically.

“Useless.” June flicked wine in his general direction, missing by a few metres and splattering more red on the carpet. Their lounge was beginning to look like a sweet-sour crime scene. “Are you ready to be hellgated?”

“Not... really...”

“Fantastic!”

Before he could process the level of sarcasm dripping off that one word, June had sprung up, staggered only a little to find their balance, grabbed his hand and dragged him forward - into pure darkness.

Dante didn’t like hellgating. Having to do it every day for one hundred and thirty four years straight didn’t make him any fonder of it. It reminded him of dying all over again, all sensation except a faint sense of consciousness flooding away - because that was exactly what was happening. At the end, his physical self re-formed around his consciousness - or what was left of his soul, he didn't know. He was grateful for one thing, and that was that he was a demon. This was natural to him. If he was mortal... well, it would take a lot of skill and care from whatever demon was with him to re-form him afterward. And while June was definitely skilled, they were always running a little low on care.

The moment in the consuming, absolute darkness could have lasted a second or a year for all Dante knew, but when it did end, it gave way to a hillside dotted with a few flowering weeds, sloping into a pine forest. The cold air instantly shocked more alertness into Dante’s brain.

What was more surprising than the sudden change of scenery, or that June had willingly elected to go outside, was that Dante recognized it.

“Is this-?”

“Where we first met?” June was fastidiously adjusting the cuffs of their dress shirt. Their waistcoat was also decidedly slanted. “Yes.”

Alarm show down Dante’s spine. “June, are you - okay? Being here? I know-”

“Don’t you fucking dare try and mother me, Diệu,” June said through clenched teeth, without even looking at him.

Dante winced. “Don’t call me that, chết tiệt. That name is dead.”

“Like the rest of the past, yes? I’m fine.”

“Alright, alright.” He held up his hands as a peace offering and looked around. He could see glimpsed flecks of buttery yellow lights between the trees below, a few brave fireflies spiraled out into the open. One seemed to like June’s shiny dark hair, following them as they sank down onto the grass. He hesitated, but followed suit.

“Did I ever thank you for that?” June asked.

He glanced at them. They still weren’t looking at him, instead staring into the fringe of dark trees.

“No,” he said truthfully. He had never expected, wanted, or received any gratitude from them.

“Good.”

Dante smiled and leaned into them playfully, making them hiss and swipe at him with their nails, the blow going wide. Not on purpose. Absolutely not.

“How much do you remember?” he asked.

For once, they didn’t comment on his gentle tone. Their eyes grew a bit distant, lost in the past that was not as far gone as either of them liked to admit.

“Not very much, after...”

They didn’t finish. They didn’t have to.

Dante shrugged off his jacket. It was made of heavy, thick, green fabric, leftover from the Vietnam war. It was one of the few he hadn’t participated in, but the jacket had belonged to a friend of his who didn’t need it anymore. He started to drape it over June, but they recoiled with a hiss.

“Don’t be a jerk,” Dante said impatiently. “You’re shivering. Take it.” He wrapped it around them none too gently, clamping it shut with his hands for a moment so they didn’t try to shake it off.

June’s frosty stare turned into a glare, and Dante couldn’t help but start laughing: they were so small and the jacket was so big it was like a tent on them, and with just their face poking out from the collar, they looked like that alien from the movie Jesse liked... E.T. But angrier.

“Get,” June said, very delicately, “your hands off me.”

Dante obliged, and his guess proved right, as after their initial hate mode wore off, June kept the jacket on, though they did pull it down off their head and put their arms in so they looked more respectable.

“Are you happy now, mother?” June grumbled.

“Much,” Dante said with a smile, reaching over to ruffle up their hair. The firefly spiraled wildly away, and this time, June’s swipe connected. He didn’t mind.

“I don’t know why I interact with you,” June sad, still grumbling, as they fished their cigarette packet out of their pocket. Dante frowned at it, but June pointedly ignored him. “Got a light?”

“No.”

“Dante,” June said, mock-patient tone undermined by their snapping fingers. “I know you always carry a lighter. Give it to me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I will say it again.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“I’ll get you in a headlock.”

“Di-”

“Shit, fine! It’s in the second pocket down in the jacket.

June lit their cigarette like the happy little nicotine gremlin they were and tossed the lighter back to Dante. They took a long draw, the tip burning like a red firefly, and exhaled grey into the cold air.

Silence fell. A breeze tried its best to raise goosebumps on Dante’s arms, but he ignored it. The rustling in the trees, the beating of tiny wings, and the crackle of June’s cigarette were the only sounds.

“I do remember you,” June said, quietly. “You were in your hound shape. Your eyes were red. They lit up the entire clearing. But I wasn’t afraid. You smelled like... home. A home I’d never known about.”

Dante looked at them. In the light of the crescent moon drifting through the clouds and the aftermath of six bottles of red wine, the hard lines of their face seemed to have softened a bit, their mouth holding what could have been a smile.

“I know that home now,” June added. “It smells like shit and most of it is on fire. Not what I expected.”

Dante laughed. “Was I what you expected?”

“Only when you give me a light and buy me dinner,” they said with a grin.

“Guess I have to do that, then.” He inched closer to nudge them with his elbow, but he didn’t move again, and after a stiff minute, June put their head on his shoulder.

Grudgingly.

He’d take it.

#June #Dante #my OCs #my writing #Dante was 28 when he died #in case anybody's wondering #he still looks 28 #also NO DANTE.#I AM NOT. LEARNING. VIETNAMESE FOR YOU.#NOT NOW #OKAY.#NO.#sorry for typos #y'all know I suck!!!#god i fuckin hate math

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no-bodys-buddy · 3 years

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This is gonna be a long one so I'm splitting it up into 2 parts.

Ok ok ok. Garroth is my absolute favorite (when he isn't being a cocky bish) And garrence is a must in my storys but if you're someone who doesn't ship it they can just be really good friends. Either way they have to be very good friends because it's actually important to the story.

But in my AU garroth was presented with the option of irene or arron.

His brothers mean everything to him so they're choice affected his choice greatly. So I gotta explain them a bit.

His little brother zane went with irene dew to both aphmau being his only friend and his belief that irene was a kind and merciful person. (More on zane later). But irene shunned vylad and so vylad was either forced to die or go with arron. So he took the obvious choice. His bestfriends also when with arron dew to a lot of reasons but mostly because of them being shadow Knights and having relationships with shadow Knights (family, friends, partners, ect) or simply wanting to be involved with the war as little as possible.

Garroth knew zane would be safe with irene so despite it being the hardest choice of his life he went with vylad, Laurence, dante, and the og 3 shadow Knights and went with arron.

He didn't know how to handle war but the first time he saw a battle go down and couldn't help he immediately knew he wanted to help. He wanted to fight. To learn to protect his friends and new found family. And so he did.

His first battle let's just say mommy and daddy ro'mave didn't make it out. Most of the familys and people he was traveling with died. He was depressed about it for awhile and still kinda is but he's been coping. He writes in a journal to help deal with his trauma, depression, and anxiety.

Once the Lycan family secret got out garroth was actually the one to suggest the werewolf transform. Aka he begged arron to turn him so that he could have increased speed and strength. Ironically his super strength from the original forever potion doesn't show up until he's 23 and when he turned he was 21 was when he was turned.

Did I mention this started back in high school? Yep. A few weeks after garroth's graduation the war got big and it got bad.

Now garroth is 28 and is looked at as one of the best soldiers in ru'aun. Guns, knives, swords(ironically), and many other weapons have been held and mastered by garroth.

He studied a absolute shit ton of other fighting techniques. Classic hand to hand combat is the best. Our boi is flexible! Like hella flexible. Also over the years of tough, and I mean tough training he gained a very high pain tolerance.

Now garroth was not immediately good at fighting. He sucked ass at guns. The first time he shot one he fell on his ass dew to the recoil. He's been knocked onto his ass more times then he'd like to admit. (Unlike Laurence lol.) But despite that he's trained day and night to get where he is now. But despite that he isn't feared. Yes he has a reputation of being impossible to kill(he is very killable sadly) but his greatest achievement and something he is well known for always doing his damndest to help civilians and refugees. He is known to be kind, skilled, and his strength has it's own storys and theories in and of itself. He is also known to be unbelievably stupid and always throws himself in the frontlines to help and very much will take a bullet for a innocent. Most people see this as heroic but his close friends know. They know.

I'll post pt 2 soon.

#aphmau #minecraft diaries #my inner demons #mystreet garroth #garroth ro'meave

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bookofmariokingofmaiami · 3 years

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Here's a fun thingy, I've gathered some quotes of graystillplays and you have to put wich book of mario king of Miami character would say or is being referred to in the quote, yes you can put the same character on multiple quotes

GO!

1 "I have an eyepatch on so I can only see half of the chaos you're about to bestow us"

2 "Satan I'm here!,AND I BROUGHT MY BUSH WITH ME!"

3"I'm here for he blaze rods and I got a bush, cough them up and No one gets hurt"

4 "He has brain damage but he's immortal, a small price to pay "

5 "Me and the devil are gonna get real close after this one"

6 "Im not going the wrong way I'm going the painful way"

7 "And a soft caressing YEET"

8 "I can do this .......... I can do this a lot less now"

9 "IMPOSIBLE MY ASS!"

10 "The price of admission for this stunt is clearly my soul"

11 "Its like a vehicular version of dante's inferno"

12 "If there's one thing I'm good at its alchoholism"

13 "See this? This how awful drugs are, this guy died even after he was dead"

14 "I'm not gonna give up my cannibalism for this"

15 "Florida skin cancer goooooooo!"

16 "Not today satan!!!!!"

17 "Physics?, we dont need Physics where were going!!"

18 "Were gonna do something real stupid today"

19 "More burger murder dammit!"

20 "Im tripping in cat acid!"

21 "SATAN GUIDE MY TIRES!"

22 "Here little demon beast, have this ball! :D"

23 "As allways the adorable spleens is on the hunt for delicious cocaine, and tonsils more than likely is having an aneurysm"

24 "When you die can I have those hamburgers because you ain't eating it"

25 "Obviusly spleens is looking for felonies to commit"

26 "As usual spleenses eyes refuse to see one another,and as such her gigantic field of vision is able to watch in horror as her owners slowly bake"

27 "She didn't get pregnant this week so I guess that's a bonus"

28 "Once in a while you can catch spleens right after she ingested 400 KILOGRAMS OF METHAMPHETAMINE!"

#mario #funny #paper mario #bolivia #book of mario #barbie the bob omb #mary #1000 infernal air sleeves #graystillplays #quotes #chalange #game #fun

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breezeinmonochromenight · 3 years

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Does anyone know what Vergil was up to after DMC1? He was defeated on Mallet Island; it took him about 13-18 years to find Nero. Was he stuck in hell during that time and just fought his way through?

He died of a fever in Brundisium harbor, Italy after traveling from Greece. Shit sorry no that’s the wrong one. Granted I’m way behind on Visions of V and just can’t drum up the interest to catch up lately, but barring something I’m missing there, it’s completely uncharted territory as far as I know. We don’t even know if he was stuck in hell, either — he and Dante would have been ~28 during the Mallet Island incident and when the Nelo Angelo armor exploded/he “disappeared” (Nero would have been about 9-10). The twins are ~44 around the events of DMC5 and Nero is about ~25, so it’s about 15 years we have for Vergil that are unaccounted for.

But yeah. Like. We really don’t even necessarily know if Vergil ended up back in hell — the Nelo armor fragments got scattered when he “explodes” in DMC1 and were recovered by The Order to make the Bianco Angelos you see and fight in DMC4. And Mallet Island was on Earth, too, so he may have not gone back to hell at all in this time gap.

(That kind of makes how in the hell (literally!) The Order retrieved all of the Yamato — or at least enough of it for Nero to be able put it back together again — even more curious to me, but I digress.)

If Vergil himself was somehow back in hell sans Nelo armor, then he could have potentially gotten out when The Order started meddling with all the demonic shit they shouldn’t have and/or when Sanctus just went hog wild toward the halfway mark of DMC4. My guess is that he probably would have had similar opportunities to the ones Dante had to get out post-DMC2 as well.

The only thing we have that’s even remotely concrete about Vergil in that time frame is Nero saying, in Deadly Fortune, that he’d been having a dream of “a man he had never met before”, who had a “‘cold’ glare but with a touch of gentleness/kindness despite it.” That novel’s been pretty much tossed out of canon, but they did keep little parts and details of it — and Nero meeting Vergil in his dreams doesn’t really conflict with anything in the current canon that I can think of off the top of my head. So. Take that as you wish, I suppose lol.

This is also more just me thinking about things way too much, and should only be taken as my two cents on the subject, but: Given how reverent Vergil is about that sword, I honestly wonder if that revive Nero gets via Yamato in DMC4 wasn’t meant for Vergil. I feel like the Yamato can probably recognize the Sparda bloodline — possibly Vergil specifically — but couldn’t differentiate between Vergil and Nero, potentially because of the state it was in. If any of that is even remotely accurate, I wonder if it would have played into why it took Vergil the almost decade and a half to find it/Nero. But again, that’s just me overthinking lol.

Ultimately, I don’t think there’s a real, solid answer out there rn — at least not one that I know of. I’ve always been curious about it, too, especially since he’s in such bad shape when he and Nero meet for the first time. It doesn’t help that the DMC devs also like to play it fast n’ loose with the canon more often than in a lot of other games, so we may never really know lol.

#dmc meta #moonstoneflowers #replies #dmc vergil #vergil #vergil sparda #dmc #devil may cry #dmc5 #devil may cry 5

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WHW In Memoriam: Unarmed, Murdered Black Americans from History

(Content Warning: Violence, murder, abuse, racism)

So this is definitely not the same kind of ‘weird’ history I usually post about (and it’s not Wednesday quite yet), but in light of the George Floyd verdict I thought it was important to take a moment to remember some of the unarmed, murdered black Americans throughout our history, most of whom have never received justice. Whether their lives were taken by the police or violent, racist vigilantes, their memories should always be a reminder that though we’ve come a long way, we still have a long, long way to go.

This is in no way a comprehensive list, in fact I start at Emmett Till because the *known* lynchings pre-1955 are too numerous to include in one, two, ten posts. I know I will not have room to include even everyone post 1955 (god there are so many) but please know that all of them, from the unknown to the infamous, from our country’s beginning to today, matter the same.

“History, despite it’s wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.” - Maya Angelou

1. Emmett Louis Till

Born: July 25, 1941, Chicago, IL Died: August 28, 1955, Money, MS

Emmett Till was a 14 year-old child from Chicago visiting relatives over his summer break in August of 1955. Unfamiliar with the strictly racist social codes in the American south, he spoke to a white woman at a grocery store, and was accused of flirting with her. A few nights later her husband and his brother abducted Till, brutally beat and mutilated him, and then shot him before letting his body sink into a river. When he was found, his body was barely recognizable even to his mother.

In an act of grief and defiance, his mother held a highly-publicized, open casket funeral to show the brutality of what had happened to her child to the world.

It’s believed that before her death, Carolyn Bryant, the woman from the grocery store, recanted key details from her original story, including that Till whistled or flirted with her.

2. James Earl Chaney

Born: May 30, 1943, Meridian, Mississippi Died: June 21, 1964, Philadelphia, Mississippi

James Chaney was a 21 year old field/social worker working for Congress of Racial Equality (CORE). He was murdered along with two colleagues, Andrew Goodman and Michael Schwerner, by the Ku Klux Klan while they were in Mississippi investigating the burning of a church. The 3 were pulled over by a patrol car being followed by 2 cars full of Klan members, who shot Goodman and Schwerner, beat Chaney, and then shot him 3 times.

3. Michael Donald

Born: July 24, 1961, Mobile, Alabama Died: March 21, 1981, Mobile, Alabama

Michael Donald was a 20 year-old who on March 21st, 1981 was walking down the street after purchasing cigarettes for his sister. He was chosen at random by a car full of Ku Klux Klan members, angry that a recent Klan members court case had been declared a mistrial. He was beat, hung, and his throat was slit, and was left hanging dead from a tree in a secluded, wooded area.

Three Klansmen were convicted of Donald's murder. Henry Hays was sentenced to death and executed in the electric chair in 1997. James Knowles and Benjamin Cox were sentenced to life in prison. A civil suit against the United Klans of America caused their bankruptcy.

4. Yusef Kirriem Hawkins

Born: March 19, 1973, Brooklyn, NY Died: August 23, 1989, Brooklyn, NY

Yusef Hawkins was a 16-year-old black teenager who was shot to death on August 23, 1989, in Bensonhurst, a predominantly Italian-American working-class neighborhood in the New York City borough of Brooklyn. Hawkins, his younger brother, and two friends were attacked by a crowd of 10 to 30 white youths, with at least seven of them wielding baseball bats. One, armed with a handgun, shot Hawkins twice in the chest, killing him. Hawkins and his brother were in the neighborhood to inquire about a used car.

5. Nicholas Heyward Jr.

Born: August 26th, 1981 Died: September 27th, 1994

13-year-old Nicholas Heyward Jr. was playing cops and robbers inside the stairwell of a Brooklyn apartment building when officer Brian George mistook the boy’s toy gun for a real gun and shot him in the stomach, killing him.

6. Amadou Diallo

Born: September 2, 1975, Liberia Died: February 4, 1999, NYC, New York

In the early morning of February 4, Diallo was standing near his building after returning from a meal. At about 12:40 a.m., officers Edward McMellon, Sean Carroll, Kenneth Boss and Richard Murphy were looking for an alleged serial rapist in the Soundview section of the Bronx. While driving down Wheeler Avenue, the police officer stopped his unidentified car and interrogated Diallo, who was in front of his apartment. When they ordered Diallo to show his hands, he supposedly ran into the apartment and reached into his pocket to show his wallet. Soon afterwards the four officers fired 41 shots with semi-automatic pistols, fatally hitting Diallo 19 times. Eye witness Sherrie Elliott stated that the police continued to shoot even though Diallo is already down and that McMellon is still shooting even though he is lying on the ground.

7. Kendra Sarie James

Born: December 24, 1981 Died: May 5, 2003, Portland, Oregon

21-year-old Kendra Sarie James was shot and killed by Portland Officer Scott McCollister when she attempted to flee a traffic stop for a minor violation. Portland police initially said it appeared the car had run over the officer's foot but he did not receive medical attention at the scene or at Northeast Precinct. Police repeatedly refused to identify the alleged traffic violation that caused them to stop James and two companions in the car. Police had taken the driver out of the car and was checking his identity when they saw James slide into the Chevrolet’s driver’s seat. Both officers, while standing on the driver’s side of the car, struggled with James to stop her from driving away. One of them fired a taser gun at her to subdue her. McCollister fired a single round from his 9 mm service pistol at James, killing her.

8. Deaunta T. Farrow

Born: September 7, 1994, West Memphis, Arkansas Died: June 22, 2007, West Memphis, Arkansas

On the night of his death, Deaunta Farrow was walking with his 14-year-old cousin from Farrow’s home to the nearby Steeplechase Apartments where Nash lived. Along the way the two made a stop at a gas station where they purchased soda pop and chips from the station’s convenience store, and continued down the street. Farrow and Nash turned up the street leading to Nash’s apartment. At that point two undercover West Memphis police officers, Jimmy Evans and Sammis, who were on a stakeout in a narcotics investigation, appeared from a nearby dumpster. According to some eyewitnesses, the two police officers confronted the young men and soon afterwards Sammis, noticed something bulging in the 12-year-old’s coat pocket. As Farrow removed the item, Sammis shot and killed him.

9. Rekia Boyd

Born: November 5, 1989, Chicago, IL Died: March 21, 2012

On the night of her death, Rekia Boyd was hanging out with friends at Douglas Park on Chicago’s West Side at a party listening to music while having a few drinks. Around 1:00 am, Boyd and some of her friends walked to a nearby liquor store. Around the same time, officer Dante Servin was just finishing his shift on his second job. He was off duty, heading to a fast food restaurant for a hamburger, but Servin drove to Douglas Park after a citizen called police about a noise complaint. Servin saw Boyd and her friends and later claimed they were arguing in an alley. Whether Servin calmly approached Boyd and her friends or was rude and aggressive is still debated. One of Boyd’s friends, Antonio Cross, claimed that Servin attempted to buy drugs from the group. When Cross told Servin to “get his crackhead ass out of here,” Servin pulled a gun, stuck it out of the window of his car and fired into the group, hitting Boyd in the head. She was instantly killed.

10. Eric Garner

Born: September 15, 1970, NYC, New York Died: July 17, 2014, NYC, New York

On July 17th, 2014, NYPD officers approached Eric Garner on suspicion of selling single cigarettes from packs without tax stamps. After Garner told the police that he was tired of being harassed and that he was not selling cigarettes, the officers attempted to arrest Garner. When Pantaleo placed his hands on Garner, Garner pulled his arms away. Pantaleo then placed his arm around Garner's neck and wrestled him to the ground. With multiple officers pinning him down, Garner repeated the words "I can't breathe" 11 times while lying face down on the sidewalk. After Garner lost consciousness, he remained lying on the sidewalk for seven minutes while the officers waited for an ambulance to arrive. Garner was pronounced dead at an area hospital approximately one hour later.

11. Breonna Taylor

Born: June 5, 1993, Grand Rapids, Michigan Died: March 13, 2020, Louisville, Kentucky

A narcotics investigation regarding suspected drug dealer Jamarcus Glover, led detectives to Breonna Taylor’s residence in the South End. Glover was a previous acquaintance of Taylor and she was under suspicion for using her home to his receive mail, hide his drugs, and stash money earned from his drug sales. Taylor, who was 26, at the time, lived in a Springfield Drive apartment with her 27-year-old boyfriend Kenneth Walker. Taylor and Walker were asleep in bed, on the night of March 13, 2020, when they were awakened by a loud banging at the front door. Taylor called out, asking who was there, but heard no response. Walker, a licensed and registered gun owner, armed himself and headed towards the front door, when it suddenly came off its hinges.

Under a “no-knock” search warrant, Louisville Metro Police Department Sgt. Jonathan Mattingly, Detective Brett Hankinson, and Officer Myles Cosgrove, all in plainclothes, stormed into the apartment. Taylor’s boyfriend Walker, thinking this was a home invasion robbery, fired one shot in self-defense. Sgt. Mattingly was hit in the leg, and in response, the other officers opened fire, releasing more than twenty rounds into the apartment. Taylor was shot eight times and collapsed in the hallway of her apartment. She was pronounced dead at the scene.

12. Daunte Demetrius Wright

Died: April 11, 2021 (20 years old)

On April 11 of this year, Daunte Demetrius Wright was fatally shot by police officer Kimberly Ann Potter during a traffic stop and attempted arrest for an outstanding arrest warrant in Brooklyn Center, Minnesota. After a brief struggle with officers, Wright was shot at close range by Potter, who had confused her gun with her taser. Officers pulled Wright out of his car and administered CPR, but were unsuccessful, and he was pronounced dead at the scene.

#murder tw #lynching tw #violence tw #violence #murder #weird history wednesday #whw #racism #racism tw #abuse tw #george floyd #blm #black lives matter #history #not fundie related

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Daughter of a Devil, Ch. 28

Main Characters: Father!Dante & Daughter!Reader

Words: 1457

Warnings: Mild angst, Feels

Story Summary: Being a parent wasn’t easy, nor was there such thing as being perfect at it. Good news for Dante, seeing as how he doesn’t have the slightest idea in hell what to do with a child. Sometimes, he was certain that fighting off a horde of demons was a far better match than keeping up with his own daughter. Well, at least he wasn’t going down without a fight.

A/N: Did someone ask for some father-daughter feels?? No? Oh, well...too bad! Time for feeling!

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Chapter 28 - What If? (17 yrs.)

The sky above was clouded in a multitude of shades of grey, the swirling masses turning and twisting with the wind and sending a downpour of rain on the city. Lightning flashed brilliantly against the darkness of early evening followed quickly by the loud clatter of thunder.

You could remember a time when you used to be terrified of such storms, when the only comfort you could find was at your father’s side or curled up in his arms. Presently, you found comfort from the storm itself.

“It’s quite the mess out there.”

You turned to glance over your shoulder at Dante, fully aware that he had been standing behind you in the entranceway of your bedroom, watching you carefully. It was to be expected; you certainly had been out of character the past couple of days. You’re dad was an ass on good days, and on better ones, he was more observant than he let on.

“I don’t mind so much. I kind of like it this way.”

“Is that so? Well, that’s a change. Guess you can’t be my scared little girl anymore.”

Dante moved to sit beside you on your bed as you smiled just the slightest, both of you gazing back out the window as you had been doing for the past half hour.

The rain was still just as hard and relentless as it had been since the start of the storm, continuously pattering against the glass pane of your window and creating a mass of flowing streams against its smooth surface. Despite the harshness of the storm, its effects had a sort of calming effect on the atmosphere surrounding the both of you.

“What’s on your mind, squirt? You’ve been quiet today.”

“I’ve just been thinking a lot lately. Too much on my mind, you know? I’m just...trying to figure everything out in my head.”

It was a good answer on your part, and Dante would have been pacified by it had he not seen the change these thoughts had provoked in you. It was unsettling to see anything other than the rambunctious, overly-cocky, playfully serious young woman he had come to know.

“Maybe your good ol' pops can help? Can't promise my advice will be anything good.”

His quip at his own expense forced a small chuckle from your mouth, a brighter smile than before finding its way to your lips.

“There’s really nothing you can help me with. I’ve just…I’ve just been curious about how my life’s been playing out. Like, I can’t help but think of all the what-ifs I’ve avoided.”

"What-ifs?" he questioned.

"Yeah, like, what if I never knew all the things I know about demons and stuff? What if I didn’t have this strength, this ability to fight demons, get hurt, and heal up like nothing happened? What if Mom never got sick and was still with us; would she have let me fight like I do now? What if…what if I was born into a normal family, one that was oblivious to all the evils in the world?"

You sighed, threading your fingers together and pressing your thumbs to your chin as you ruminated on your muddled thoughts.

"I can’t seem to stop asking myself these stupid questions."

Silence followed your explanation, a silence filled with a strange sort of tenseness that you hadn’t meant to create. You couldn’t stop such thoughts from just popping up in your head; it was like everything you had known was suddenly being questioned, and, in a way, it was unnerving for you.

“Are you not happy with all of this?”

Your eyes widened at the question uttered from your father, hands coming up and moving back and forth in a panicky sort of motion to ward off any ill-intent on your part. He didn't seem upset, but you still worried he would take your expressed questions as jabs at his parenting.

“N-no! No, Dad, that’s not the case at all! I’m extremely happy with my life and with everyone I have in it. I complain, sure, and I give you a hard time only because you give me one. I honestly couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

Your eyes suddenly became downcast as your mind wandered to those questions that had been plaguing your thoughts as of recently, a sigh escaping your lips.

“Even so, I can’t help but think of these what-ifs that keep running around in my brain. It’s so alarming, thinking of all the possibilities that could have been in my life. I feel like I’ll be left wondering what-if all my life. It makes me think, maybe, I’ll never be satisfied with not knowing.”

Once more, silence filled the room, but this time it wasn’t as threatening as you had first thought it had been.

“Y’know, squirt, there was a time that I used to have those same thoughts.”

You turned to look at your father then, watching him closely as he had done you. His gaze was transfixed to the window and the rain running down it, the slightest smile on his face.

“I used to think, “What if I never met Serenity and accidentally knocked her up; would I still be happy with my life? Would I have ever had the experience of having a daughter -a family- later in life?” So many questions ran through my head during her pregnancy, but that first time I was able to hold you, it felt like all those questions just fell right off the face of the earth.”

The quiet that followed was sobering. The look on Dante’s face was one you had seen before; it was the look of a man that had been through hell and back and was somehow still holding on.

“When your mother died, they came back, and I was left to wonder; “What if Serenity had never gotten sick - would she still want to be with me? Would she still have been as sweet and carefree as she always was while our daughter grew up? Would she be able to tolerate me, knowing the kind of shit I put my life in danger for?””

Dante remained staring out the window, his smile rueful and eyes sad.

“I didn’t know a damn thing about raising a kid, and I was left with all these questions I was never able to answer, these what-ifs that haunted me the moment Serenity took her last breath. But then you were taken from me when you were barely a year old, and it was after I was able to get you back that I realized something.”

“There would always be what-ifs,” he continued, hand reaching out to pat at your own. “There’s always gonna be missed opportunities and things beyond my control. But as long as I have you, as long as I can protect you and this world that I decided to raise you in, all those what-ifs don’t matter."

His smile had transformed into something more serene as he turned to look at you, the sadness in his gaze turning to fondness.

“What if I never had you? I’ve thought of that, too. And I figured that if I didn’t have you, then I wouldn’t have a world to steady myself on. You are my world. As long as I have you, my life is complete, and that is worth more than all the what-ifs I’ve ever thought of.”

You could feel your heart flutter at your father’s words, a feeling that had tears escaping your eyes before you had a chance to stop them. You quickly wiped them from your cheeks and looked away, knowing he had seen them.

No teasing would be thrown your way, at least not at that moment.

“You’re so cheesy, old man.”

A deep chuckle left Dante, one that left a smile on your lips despite the tender ache in your heart.

“Maybe, but at least I’m honest. Speaking of cheese, how about we order us a pizza?”

“In this weather? You’ll be lucky they even get here at all.”

“I’ll make half the order with extra olives, my treat.”

You sent a skeptical sort of look Dante’s way before laughing slightly and wiping the remaining trails of tears from your cheeks.

“You’re a bad liar, Mr. Honesty.”

“Got you to smile, though,” he retorted with an exaggerated grin of his own, hopping up from the bed and offering his hand.

“C’mon, squirt, dinner’s calling our name.”

Smiling, you reached out and allowed your father to pull you to your feet, following him out of your room and downstairs to the main lobby.

The rain continued to pour heavily upon the city of Redgrave, still just as comfortably as when you were alone.

#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry dante #dmc dante #reader #reader-insert #female reader #Daughter of a Devil

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City of the Living Dead

Chapter 6

"September 28, 2:30 am... It's down to just me and 3 others. No weapons...no ammo...and too many skirmishes have drained us mentally and physically. We're not gonna make it... Officer Phillips once suggested we escape through the sewers. Apparently, there's a secret tunnel under this place left over from its museum days. I brushed her idea off before, but now, it's not sounding all that bad. Yeah, there's no proof there's even a tunnel or that the sewers aren't infested with zombies, but I don't wanna sit here and wait to die, either. It's a long shot, but I'm gonna try to find out what I can about that tunnel... Elliot Edward," you read, "Shit. Rest in peace, buddy." You placed the transcript back to where you found it and proceeded in scanning the room you and Leon were in.

It was an office of some sort with mahogany desks occupying the center, swivel chairs pointing towards every direction, some paperworks piled in a stack and some (or rather most) cluttered all over the tables and floor. It looked like a hurricane together with an earthquake and a tsunami clashed and crashed in the area.

"Leon, w-" your head twisted and turned as you looked for best friend and even called out to him when you found him just staring at something on the ceiling, his trembling lips pinned in between pearly-white teeth, eyebrows furrowed upwards, and eyes looking like a dam was about to breakdown because of too much pressure. You went towards where he was standing and followed his gaze. You gasped. He was looking at stringed triangle banners with letters printed out on each of them

WEL COME LEON

Your face began to mirror Leon's but a pained smile differentiated yours from his as a sudden rush of memory enlightened your brain. "Hey, look, the design's the same as the banner I surprised you with when we were 15," you said, raising an arm to point at the triangular flags.

Leon chuckled softly at what you said and nodded while a sneaky tear flowed down his cheek in a tiny stream. "Yeah."

"Come on, Leon! I worked hard for this." You hauled on your friend's wrist and led him towards his room with a strain as Leon's languor held him back.

"This better be good, Y/N. You fucking woke me up and I'm really close to fucking strangling you." His voice was a little hoarse from having just woken up right before you pulled him off of the couch and he was still lowkey tired because of the three-hour rest he had last night, but as much as he wanted to throw you out of his house and fall into a well-deserved slumber again, he was into surprises and was curious as to what you had in store. So, he went along with it even though he was pretty much a sloth still.

"I promise you'll love it." You chortled.

Leon sighed in defeat before loosening up and letting you pull him towards where you wanted to take him for this so-called surprise with a rub of his crusty eyes.

When a familiar door came into view in front of you, you covered Leon's eyes with one of your hands and twisted the door knob, revealing a bedroom with a banner hovering over Leon's messy bed, before lightly pushing him inside.

"All right, here we are," you spoke as you removed your hand from your face, moving right beside him to watch Leon's face as it shifted from being enraptured to crestfallen real quick. You guffawed in a boisterous way at his reaction and plummeted down to the ground whilst clutching your stomach in a joyful pain.

YOU SUCK LEON

"Really, Y/N? This-this is what you wanted to show me?"

"It's true though, you actually suck!"

"Come on, you know you only won in Street Fighter because I let you," he whined. You stood up from being laid on the floor before clutching onto Leon's shoulder for dear life.

"For 20 times? Really?" You laughed again, "nah, you just suck, bro."

Leon narrowed his eyes at you with lips pressing tightly in a thin line and turned towards you, his feet moving slowly in tandem as he approach you with a spurious anger, his hands closing into fists.

"What?" You asked with a nervous chuckle and feet backing up in rhythm with his laggard advances.

"You think I suck?" His voice imitated a dark tone. Had you not been slightly scared - which you hated to admit - you would've busted a gut at how ridiculous it sounded.

"I mean, yeah, it's already said in the banner, dimwitt."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Well, let's see who sucks now!"

Welp, that's my cue!

You dodged Leon's attack by the skin of your teeth, stumbling on a stupid pencil for a bit, before proceeding to run around the house to avoid Leon's "spider fingers" as you call it and making a tiny bit of a mess. However, your luck has gone away and he eventually caught you when you accidentally tripped over the leg of a chair, throwing you into his bed and tickling each spot that would make you squirm and and laugh.

"I still suck, huh?"

"N-no, fine...y-you don't...s-suck," you cried in between heavy breaths and hysterics. Satisfied with your remark, Leon stopped his fingers from moving and plopped down beside you, taking a moment to catch his breath before he pulled you closer to his body and spooned you. "You still couldn't win yesterday though."

"Yeah, well, I know a million ways to win your heart though."

"Fuck off, Le-le." Leon tsked at the nickname.

"Y/N, that sounds awful as fuck."

"Whatever." You felt his lashes kiss the nape of your neck as he closed his eyes to give them another four hours of rest, your own following afterwards when you heard Leon's muffled voice vibrate against your shirt.

"Hey, you wanna be my date for homecoming?"

"I thought you already asked Lexee to be your date."

"Dante already asked her out, so..."

"Okay, fine, I'll be your date." You squeezed his hand before intertwining your fingers with his and smiling when you felt him kiss your hair.

"Thanks, Y/N. Good night."

"It's 10 in the morning, dumba-"

"Shh... Rock-a-bye baby..."

"You do suck though." You light-heartedly nudged Leon's side and wrinkled your eyes in a grin, chuckling when he returned the gesture with a titter.

"I really don't," he retorted back.

"Sure." You took his hand in yours and gently squeezed it in a comforting way to ease the two of you before placing a feather's kiss on the back of it. "Come on, we still have a job to do."

*****

Leon S. Kennedy, we're putting you on a very special case for your first assignment. Your mission is...to unlock your desk! The key to your success is in the initials of our first names. Input the letters in order of our desks. There are 2 locks- 1 on each side of your desk. Make sure you get them both. Basically, your first task is to remember your fellow officers' names, but you figured that much out, right? Good luck, Leon. By the way, it might take a little work to get Scott to give you a straight answer.

Lieutenant Branagh

Scrawled in a corner between drops of blood on the paper was an additional note the lieutenant had written while he and his fellow officers were isolated and trapped, and it read:

Be glad you're not here, rookie.

"Remember your fellow officers' names..."

"I think that means the initials of my supposedly co-workers' names should be the password to open these locks on my desk." Leon stood up from where he was knelt down on the floor and casted around from desk to desk, unlocking the padlocks on his table and claiming the prize after accomplishing his "first assignment" - a magazine for his beloved Matilda.

You smiled when Leon pulled out the gun he's had since the beginning of his adult years, another retention reminding you of the peaceful days you once had before you started walking right into confusion.

Matilda was a gift Leon's father had given him on his 18th birthday, a few months before he died of cancer. He was happy about it, and knowing how his family had supported his decision on him becoming a cop, his heart fluttered inside and he couldn't be more grateful about it. Leon held onto it everyday, even becoming a bit hesitant about leaving it behind whenever he went to school. And when his father passed away because of said illness, he grasped onto the weapon the same way he did when his dad was still alive, if not more.

"Happy birthday, Leon. Happy birthday, Leon. Happy birthday, happy birthday... Happy birthday, Leon... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEON!"

Leon's cheeks stretched in an almost painful way as everyone erupted into cheers and confetti fell from the ceiling. Each person was wearing cone-shaped hats and the living room was decorated with different ornaments colored in his favorite hues. His family was there and so were his friends, and oh, how could he almost forget...

It was his 18th birthday!

"So, what do you think?" You spoke from behind him. He turned around to see you smiling like an idiot and tugging on the string of a party you picked up from the floor.

"This," he began. "This is amazing! Wh-"

"Well, son, the candle's almost melting. Wanna make a wish?" Leon's dad emerged from behind the small crowd with a three-layered cake balanced on top of his palms. The icing of the pastry was blue, edible police-related finishing touches garnished it with such perfection he almost didn't want to eat it for the sake of admiring and staring at the cake, and a single candle formed into the number 18 as an emphasis to his recent age was placed on top with a tiny flame dancing around in the air. Leon closed his eyes and wished for the best before blowing the candle, watching as the fire disappeared into a swirling smoke. Everyone rejoiced once again.

When voices had began dying down one by one, Leon's father called his name and picked up a box from underneath the table after placing the cake down where it wouldn't fall down.

"Leon, you're going to be attending the police academy soon and in the next few years you'll be the cop you always wanted. So, as a gift, I give you this gun." He opened the rectangular cardboard box where a gun laid and presented it to his child, Leon's eyes sparkling in delight at his very own weapon. "I know you'll be taking good care of Matilda."

"Matilda?" Leon asked in confusion.

"You know, like, Mathilda from Leon: The Professional," his dad replied. Leon chuckled in response before he carefully took the gun out of its container, still a bit iffy about touching it.

"I'll be taking good care of this, dad."

"I know you will."

"You still have that gun?" You spoke as you gestured towards his firearm.

"Yep, she still looks good as new. I didn't want to break my promise," Leon responded. He turned his gun around to show you just how much he kept it safe like a mother would to a child. Your E/C orbs twinkled in admiration, a feeling in your heart you had kept for a very long time flittering in a joyous manner for the first time since you last saw him.

"Nothing's really changed, huh?"

"I don't want to change anything for now...especially now that you're back here with me."

*****

So, I found this image on google and an idea suddenly popped into my head lmao.

Anyway, WE'RE BACK! I was busy in school blah blah blah. I think yall know that already.

#leonkennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagines #leon s kennedy x reader #leonxreader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #residentevil2 #resident evil fanfic #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic

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elencelebrindal · 3 years

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Question how it’s your own timeline of events?

Like in the OG Manga it said that the Galaxian Tournament happened in September 1986, trough originally said in January 28, 1986.

However if we go trough time I found out that The Battle of the 12 Houses happened in March 1987, as in the Poseidon Arc it said that the Bronze Saints were hospitalized for a month. Then after Julian is taken away in his Birthday (March 21) and it’s said that it’s been 10 days since that. Meaning that it’s now April 1987.

As the Hades Arc started literally a couple of days after Poseidon. However in Next Dimension at the beginning it said that it’s now 1990. So yeah,

Which Date you use as reference to see which Arc took in what date?

My timeline doesn’t really follow the canon too much, mostly because I created it to fit my story. Thus, I adapted the dates, so all the months and years are different. However, this is it:

1973: Saga/Ares kills Shion, taking control of the Sanctuary. Aiolos leaves as a traitor and dies by the hand of Shura. Athena is given to Mitsumasa Kido.

1973-1986: Ares’ tyranny and training of the 100 orphans (in my story, they were found all around the world and are NOT Kido’s children).

Fall/winter 1985: Galaxian Wars, the Sagittarius Gold Cloth is stolen, fight between the Black Saints and Athena’s Saints.

Winter 1985 - Summer 1986: fight between Bronze and Silver Saints, Saori Kido is revealed as Athena.

August 1986: Sanctuary Arc.

September 1986: war against Asgard.

December 1986: starting of the hostilities between Athena and Poseidon

January 1987: Holy War against Poseidon

August 1990: Holy War against Hades (and against Loki, since I do keep Soul of Gold as part of my fic).

As for the duration of the wars, they are also adapted to fit my story. I’ll write them anyway, but keep this in mind. I tried to keep everything as “logical and realistic” as possible as well, so that’s another big difference.

Holy War against Poseidon: 1 month passes between the meeting of Athena and Julian and the effective start of the war. The floods and rain go on for 2 weeks before Athena decides to follow Sorrento and meet Poseidon (last day of December). Athena is locked in the pillar after a week of failed negotiations. The war goes on for 24 hours (because I wanted to count the time necessary to find the pillars, reach them, and fight the General).

Holy War against Hades: 12 hours at the Sanctuary, 7 days in the Underworld. This decision is inspired a lot by Dante (7 is one of his recurring numbers alongside 1, 3, 9 and 10, and also the number of days he needed to cross the afterlife. Because of this, it’s the number of days the Saints needed to reach Hades. At the end of the seventh day the Gold Saints broke through the Wailing Wall. 3 days they spent in Elysium, for two reasons: first, the Saints had to find Hades’ resting place and fight to deities; second, the total of these days is 10, a number that (for Dante) represents the end of a cycle from which new circumstances will be born. (In my story, the cycle of Holy War against Hades ends here and peace is born).

Holy War against Loki: 3 days, because it takes place when the Bronze Saints and Athena are in Elysium.

The war against Asgard has the same duration of the anime (makes sense), and of course the civil war of the Sanctuary is only 12 hours (as it should be).

But again, this is something I compiled specifically for my story, and it messes with the canon timeline a lot. So I don’t know how helpful I am with this.

#saint seiya #i cavalieri dello zodiaco #los caballeros del zodiaco #os cavaleiros do zodiaco #knights of the zodiac

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icedteaandoldlace · 3 years

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So there’s this “101 Reasons to Ship Snowbarry” video that keeps coming up on my YouTube suggestions. Idgaf about Snowbarry, and I’ve already hit the “not interested” button on similar videos before, but since I can’t seem to get away from video suggestions like this, I’m just gonna watch it and liveblog it, and bet that for every entry on the list, I can come up with a corresponding rebuttal for why Barrisco would make an even better couple. (I’m not gonna comment this ON the video ofc, this is just for my own amusement.)

Click the link above if you want to see the stuff I’ll be responding to, but be forewarned, that video is like, way long, so naturally it follows that this post is gonna be, too.

Additional note: If you are a Snowbarry shipper who has stumbled across this post somehow, now would be the time to stop reading, and also to add the “anti Snowbarry” tag to your filters if you wish to avoid running into posts like this in the future, ‘cause I ain’t interested in engaging in shipping wars.

Anyways, let’s go:

1. "How they met." Cisco woke Barry out of a coma by playing/singing a song about bisexuality, 'nuff said. (Also, part of the purpose of that scene was to introduce Caitlin as the serious, “down to business” one, and Cisco as the warmer, more easygoing one who’s trying to make Barry feel more comfortable.)

2. "They're both scientists." What is Cisco, an Instagram influencer?

3. If Caitlin being Barry’s personal doctor gets her romantic points, then the same should go for Cisco being his personal tailor. Actually, he should get more points, because there’s no moratorium on romantic relationships between tailors and their clients.

4. The way Barry and Cisco gaze into each other's eyes for non-medical purposes. This is too easy.

5. Uh. Cisco being the voice in Barry's ear while he's running, and often the first person he calls out to for help solving a problem.

6. They frequently take hold of each other's hands and shoulders.

7. Cisco comforts Barry while Caitlin tends to his wounds.

8 through 12 is literally just stuff about Caitlin being a doctor, and I don't find this stuff relevant enough to rebut because there's nothing inherently romantic about any of it.

13. "They both have fun together." Yes, Cisco also, the fun having, it happens, lots. Even more, actually.

14. Not really sure what to say for this one. Barry and Cisco noticing when each other is sad and then checking on each other (at Cecile’s baby shower and Barry’s bachelor party, respectively, and also on other occasions), comes to mind. That doesn’t have to do with noticing each other’s lips, per se, but I’ve never thought of either of these SB scenes as moments where Barry was staring at Caitlin’s lips, just as moments where he’s noticing her expression/overall mood, which is something he does with Cisco (and vice versa), too.

15. They all have nerdy hobbies, dude, they're nerds.

16. This one for SB is "she makes Barry drunk on purpose", which, y'know, she did because he wanted to be able to get buzzed, which Cisco has succeeded in helping him do, too (and the drink he made was more effective and longer lasting), but the way this is phrased is kind of suggestive, like Caitlin was doing it to lower his inhibitions (which she totally wasn’t), and uuuuhhhh, don't romanticize that maybe???

17. Cisco put all that tech into Barry's suit, including delivery menus from his favorite restaurants + wrote him an instruction manual, and sped up all his favorite shows so he could catch up on what he missed while he was in the speed force.

18. Barry makes Cisco's (and everyone's) hair fly everywhere when he speeds out of a room, too. Like, this is just basic physics, fam, wyd?

19. Barry also uses his powers to help Cisco. And...literally everyone who needs his help, this is basic superhero stuff, wyd?

20. He is impressed with Cisco, frequently.

21. Just having nicknames? He calls him "bud", "dude", etc., and one time he called him "Cis". (Bonus: Iris and Cisco have called Caitlin "Cait", too, so it’s not just a Ronnie and Barry thing.)

22. Cisco can make anything to help Barry. They're literally top-notch genius scientists, I don't even

23. Obviously they think each other makes great company, they're best friends. All of them.

24. They comfort each other. Again, best friends + Team Flash pep talks are a major staple of the show.

25. He needs Cisco, too.

26. They...they care about...my god, it's like you people have never heard of FRIENDS.

27. Honestly, how many times have we heard Barry tell Cisco he believes in him, or heard Cisco gush about what a great hero Barry is?

28. Helping each other conquer their fears. Yep, that's another one that applies to like, everyone on this show.

29. "They both have experienced loss" IT'S A SUPERHERO SHOW! Also, that's just life. Name one main character on this show who hasn't experienced loss. Nash and Wally have both experienced loss, and I have yet to see anyone ship them.

30. "They both can sing really well." Okay now. This one is true for Barry and Cisco, but uh...Caitlin is literally tone deaf. I'm not being mean, Danielle Panabaker knows good and well that she can't sing, and she has talked about Carlos side-eyeing her when she gets going because she's not good at it. THAT'S OKAY! There's nothing wrong with not being able to sing, but--WHY would you claim that she's good at something that she clearly is not? She wasn't on pitch for a single line of Summer Nights, and she straight up changes keys mid-line in the mockingbird song in that other clip, and just...what even is this entry?!

31. Watching over each other, yeah, another basic staple of being friends and superheroes.

32. "He is always standing behind Caitlin" AND LOOK WHO'S STANDING BESIDE HIM!

33. Remember that time fake Jay "died" and Cisco stayed with Caitlin until she fell asleep? Remember when Dante died and Caitlin slept on Cisco's couch to keep him company? Remember all those times Barry or Cisco were rendered unconscious, and the other stayed by their bedside until they woke up?

34. Basically just a continuation of 33. See above.

35. "Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always'." Hmm, what WOULD Barry and Cisco's "always/okay" be? Probably just calling out each other's names tbh, they do that a lot. Or perhaps, "For real?"

36. Is2g. Being only one call or text away is, again, a staple of the show, considering everyone in it is a close-knit found family and knows there's a very good chance that that call or text might be saying, "I'm in mortal danger, please come save my life at once."

37. Funny, I already pointed out once before (in a different post) the fun parallel of how Caitlin will sometimes go running to whoever her love interest is at the moment, or she'll call out his name, while Cisco is at the same moment running to Barry/calling out for Barry.

Side note: did they really think including Barry's proposal song to Iris would give more weight to their why-to-ship-Snowbarry argument?

38. I mean...Barry kind of carries everyone everywhere. You don't really get to see it, but how the heck else do you explain all the times he whooshes people in and out of places? He can't just drag them, otherwise the soles of their shoes would either wear down fast or catch on fire.

39. Okay, no shade to Barry and Caitlin's friendship, and some of these moments are really great, but generally speaking, their hugs do not compare to the ones that either of them has with Cisco. Also, note the group hug scene, conveniently cut off before Cisco joins in, because unlike the Romione + Harry hug in the Prisoner of Azkaban movie, there's no way to interpret it as a third wheel/cockblocking moment, because the moment Cisco declares it a group hug moment, Barry and Caitlin both agree, and you can see it on their faces that they are delighted, and think that Cisco joining in their hug has just made it even BETTER.

40. Henry gladly accepts a hug from Caitlin, immediately after laughing at Cisco's awkward moment and giving him a fatherly reassuring pat on the shoulder. I think it's safe to say he approves of all of Team Flash.

41. Oh look, another thing Barry and Cisco and multiple other characters do.

Good god, I'm not even halfway through this yet. This is like that time I tried to climb Diamond Head.

42. Ah, superhero poses, yes. That thing that...superheroes...do. Like, all of the ones on this show. And in general.

43. "They begin to resemble each other." They're just white, fam. OH MY GOD, I SOMETIMES TAKE MY SUNGLASSES OFF WITH ONE HAND, TOO! OT3 MUCH????? 😱 Lol what even??

44. How many times throughout this video am I gonna have to repeat that everyone on this show has these moments? Also, speaking in unison with someone because you had prior knowledge of what they were going to say due to yourself or someone else time traveling, is not the same as being in sync with them because you’re close. (He said “Weather Wizard” at the same time as Cisco, too.)

45. Idk what to even say to this one. Like, Iris is obviously the love of Barry's life, and Cisco is obviously his favorite best friend and the person he would be with if he didn’t have Iris.

46. *John Mulaney voice* AND THEN THEY DIDN'T! Seriously, though, both of the people they were trying to get over were perfect for them. I don't have a Barrisco specific rebuttal for this one though.

47. So by this video's logic, that one scene from 4x03 means that Barry, Harry, and Cisco should be a threesome, huh?

48. "I did it because it gave me an excuse to bring him back."

49. .................is this even an argument?

50. They're both good looking people, darling.

51. Wrong, sir. They fight like siblings. Trust me on this one, I have six of them.

52. Trauma response. I'm moving away from Barrisco arguments and just saying the first thing that pops into my head now. But seriously, this is a normal reaction to trauma/loss.

53. *Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh* I'm not even gonna say it this time, you already know.

54. Again, have you people ever had anyone in your life that you cared about, ever? I'm starting to get concerned, honestly. But for the sake of bringing Barrisco back into this, hey, remember that time Barry and Caitlin both got kidnapped on the same night and Cisco was completely beside himself?

55. This is getting out of hand.

56. Pretty sure dating Caitlin didn't even make the list for Barry's reasons to dislike Jay and Julian (also, he liked Ronnie, the guy she loved the most, so...)

57. Judging Barry for being a dumbass + helping an exposed girl out =/= jealousy. Granted, there was some jealousy in that last clip, but not because Iris got the man; it was because Barry was all set to live happily ever after while Caitlin was, y'know, struggling with powers she didn't want and another person living in her head that kept fighting her for control of her body.

58. Refer to season 1 episode 2, wherein Cisco is the person helping Barry from the beginning, and Caitlin asserts that she is on Joe's side when he tells Barry what a stupid and reckless idea trying to be a superhero is.

59 + 60. "Let's bring our boy home." / "Let's go get our girl." Do I need to cite either quote?

61. Again I ask, did a human make this list?

62. Don't make me tap the sign.

63. One word: Elseworlds.

64. If you'll scroll waaaaaaaaaaay up there, I already covered that Barry and Cisco hold hands A LOT.

65. Oooh, I made a meme about this one! Not after watching this video, I just see SBers say this all the time, and it drives me crazy.

I used this in my Snowbarry fandom drama presentation for my squad’s presentation party a while back.

Side note: ~INTERESTING~ how Caitlin being a doctor is ““romantic”” when she’s treating Barry but ““motherly”” when she’s treating Cisco. I can’t even.

66. ......I’m sorry, I’m just not seeing how the dramatic irony of them stating that Killer Frost will never be a problem on Earth-1 is pertinent to shipping them as a couple.

67. Hannibal Bates and Caitlin are perfect for each other? Weird take, but okay. Oh, and there Caitlin is trying to freeze Barry to death. Wasn’t there a point somewhere up there about her never wanting him to get hurt?

Side note: Hey, what’s the name of that guy who saved Barry in this scene?

68. Bruh, that’s just her dynamic with everyone that season.

69. Barry and Iris, Barry and Cisco, Cisco and Caitlin, Cisco and Harry, Caitlin and Killer Frost, Cisco and Killer Frost--just naming some duos that are more iconic than Barry and Caitlin. Again, no shade to their friendship--I really like them as friends!--but the shippers stay making it out to be more than it really is.

I also just have to point out that although Killer Frost was the one who willingly teamed up with Savitar/whom Savitar sought out first, when she comments on their team up and says it’s “Barry and Caitlin together again”, his response is to point out that she’s not Caitlin and he’s not Barry. In contrast, when he takes Cisco against his will and forces him to modify the speed force bazooka, he still refers to Cisco as his best friend.

70. Make up your mind, does Savitar count as Barry in this or not? Because he totally grabbed Caitlin by the throat once.

71. I don’t know how to break this to you, but not enjoying it when someone is in pain is just being normal. (Do I even need to point out Cisco’s empathetic cringing compared to Barry’s looks of mild discomfort, or...?)

At some point this went from being about Barrisco to being about Cisco being the favorite friend to both of them, idk.

72. He. Is. Literally. A. Superhero.

73. Man, what did I JUST say? Also, can we just acknowledge the build up to Crisis on Infinite Earths for a second, wherein Frost very quickly accepts that Barry is supposed to die in order to save everyone else, while Cisco has infinite crises of his own at the idea of having to accept Barry’s death--which, I might add, he never actually does? Neither does Iris, for that matter. They tried to accept it, and they thought they did, but they didn’t really.

74. Oh fuck it, just read 73 again.

75. Okay, what even is this one? Two scenes where they are not present for each other’s “deaths” and thus don’t react to them, meanwhile Cisco is devastated in both of them?

76. Same thing I’ve already said several times before.

77. How many times do I gotta point out that this is a superhero show?

78. Just really trying hard to find enough reasons to make this list 101, huh? (What is Firestorm, chopped liver?)

79. Because violence = chemistry apparently. Wasn’t there another entry about how they can never hurt each other or something?

80. I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the vibrating hand that shredded Cisco’s heart before either of those scenes happened.

81. It’s like SBers think they’re the only two characters on the entire show.

82. I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over all the other vibrating hands triggering Cisco at least once per season. But sure, Barry and Caitlin are the only two who know suffering.

83. Two words: Flashpoint. Dante. Also, not seeing how this one is romantic.

84. That’s just a Caitlin/Frost thing, fam, it only happened to Barry because he got whammied by Prism, who caused the same effect in everyone else he whammied. (Cisco’s eyes turned purple once when he got hypnotized.)

85. Please. I beg of you. Get friends. Interact with a human person.

Side note: “I trust you” was almost what I put for Barrisco’s “always/okay”.

86. “Don’t call me that. I don’t know you, string bean.” / “I don’t know who you think you are, but around here, people call me Mr. Ramon.” / “The name is Vibe.” (Again, romance where?)

87. Kinda like how Mirror Iris and Mirror Kamilla have slightly dressier tastes than Real Iris and Real Kamilla.

88. ....Anyways, Vibe........

89. The first time because Cisco saved him, the second time because she froze him just enough to fool Grodd, not enough to actually kill him. (Again I say, what is Firestorm?)

90. So romance. Very love. Much relationship.

91. ANYWAYS, CISCO. (And uh, hello, IRIS???? Joe? Harry?)

92. See 88.

93. This one might be a fun ship parallel if Caitlin had actually been involved in Barry’s brain zapping, but instead it’s just like, “here’s two random scenes that are kinda similar in completely insignificant ways”, like the evil clothes thing a few entries back.

94. Another entry that just demonstrates that their one-on-one moments together, while good, just don’t compare to either of their one-on-one moments with Cisco. I can’t be the only person who sees this.

95 + 96 + 97. I can’t muster up enough interest in any of these shows to watch them all the way through. Is this supposed to impress me?

98 + 99 + 100. The only point this proves is that they have multiple ship names. (I thought their evil ship name was Savifrost?)

101. Mm, sorry, sweetheart, Westallen, Barrisco, and Snowstorm all have them beat in this category.

This post really got away from me, at this point idk what I’m even doing, but I went on too long to stop now.

Oh, shit, there’s a bonus round.

Honestly, I fail to see how a lot of these supposedly “match”? But as for the ones that do, that’s just your basic TV aesthetics, I forget the official name for it. They’re matchy-matchy with Cisco in some of those shots, too, because TV matchy color psychology whatever. It’s a whole thing, every TV show and movie does it.

If anyone actually followed along this far, congratulations on your attention span, my brain could never. Idk how to end this post because it strayed so far from my original intent and basically just turned into a Snowbarry Fandom Doesn’t Make Sense Presentation 2.0

You know, I like to try not to generalize and stuff, and I’d like to think that maybe not all SBers are racist and that some people genuinely just like the ship because they think that makes sense or something, but then I look at their reasons for shipping it, and it’s just the dang blandest thing I ever did see, and they have to reach so far when they try to explain why they think they’re the best “couple” on the show and just??? I am the queen of shipping friends who never get together romantically, but Barry and Caitlin just don’t got it, son. Tbh part of the show’s appeal to me is the fact that there’s no threat of Caitlin ever getting with either of her male bffs in that way, because Cisco is like her brother, and getting with Barry just wouldn’t make sense. It just befuddles me to no end that they are such a wildly popular ship and not a rare pair, because the way their relationship is in canon is just exactly the way it should be.

That’s it, I guess. I’ve already invested this much time in this, so I might as well post it.

Also, please don’t anybody try to start anything in the comments section of this video, this fandom has enough drama as it is.

#anti Snowbarry #s6 #(for spoilers)#I used to be indifferent about this ship I swear but the fandom is just so whack at all times that I don't know what to do with myself #mainly regarding their attitude toward Iris/Candice but in all the stuff talked about in this post too

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Warhammer 40k: Wrath & Glory #36

Ranan finds Coco eating at the mess hall, and asks if they could talk. Coco says sure. Ranan wants to apologise about the way he acted back on Treshan. He says he wasn’t usually much for praying, so him acting that way around Ada was definitely odd. Coco says it’s alright, and then explains a little bit about what’s going on, including learning about who killed Jim. Ranan is pleased about hearing that it’s an eldar that’s to blame, should be easy to get some ears and deal with it. Coco says she certainly tried, but they are currently in alliance with the eldar. Ranan warns about being too close with xenos, even as a Rogue Trader. Coco asks Ranan more about the Devil, but Ranan says he can’t say much, as y’know, he’s easily blackmailable. Suffice to say, he has known her for a long time. Coco brings up the potential that the Devil is an eldar, but Ranan shuts that down, saying that he's seen enough of Devil (communal baths apparently) to know she’s all human.

Larry goes to visit La’awali and Tirak in their room, wanting to apologise for them having to be stuck inside for so long. The pair is understanding, they prefer this over the glares of the humans. Larry asks about their sort of time-frame of getting home, and how long do their races live anyway? Apparently La’awali is around 28 with an expected life between 30 and 40 and Tirak is 48 with an expected life of couple of hundred of years, so definitely there’s some urgency with La’awali. But if they get close to the Tau, they will be able to contact them so they won’t be immediately shot down. Larry gets the pair something to eat, and leaves them be. He says Alice might visit occasionally, but other than that, not to let anyone else in.

Coco takes up a habit to pop by the storage rooms where the Wolves, Vivek and the psyker are, making sure everything is okay and exchanging a few words. Uffe remains not talkative, but not hostile, unlike the Wolves who keep their helmets on in the other storage room, who don’t talk to Coco and don’t seem to appreciate her presence. One day, Coco asks if Uffe might want to take a walk with her. Uffe notes there isn’t much room for walking, but sure. So they do just that, walk down the hall of the ship. Uffe asks Coco what she wishes to talk about, and Coco brings up the fact that she knows there are Wolves on Dysmonia, the planet where her brother died. She wishes if Uffe could let her know what they’re doing there. Uffe tells her that Lord Commander Dante had asked the Wolves to come to the Segmentum Obscurus to assist in other matters. According to the Blood Angels’ intel, they believe some eldar are appearing from the area, and the Wolves are hunting for the source. Uffe doesn’t know much more about it, he has his own mission. Coco warns that the planet has killed Marines before. Uffe has Vivek copy some of the pictures from the crime scene to be sent forward. Uffe thanks Coco for them.

One day, few months into the traveling in the Warp, Ferrus calls Larry and asks if he might pop by his nest to have a little chat. Larry does so. Ferrus wants to talk about the fact that he is dying, and what with being held in a cell by the Countess for couple of weeks, some of his money being left behind and now this, it would take a miracle for him to find someone to fix him. Larry asks how much longer does he think he has, and he says maybe like couple of months. He doesn’t want this to be mentioned to others as he doesn’t want to upset them. Anyway, he wants to give Larry some advice on getting a replacement Navigator. Ferrus has some maps that are quite valuable Larry could use to get some Navigator to want to join, so he’s bequeathing them to him. He recommends getting someone young and desperate, saying he himself started navigating when he was 12. Definitely also recommends getting that license. Larry asks about the funeral and Ferrus jokes his corpse should be dropped off at his father’s doorstep, maybe that’d make him happy. No, just tossing him into space is fine.

Larry brings up Chazaqiel (explaining the situation there to Ferrus) and says they’ve been thinking about using Ferrus to kill him. Ferrus considers this and says it seems agreeable to him, even if there’s like 50% chance he’ll die. He figures if he could do something good before he dies then maybe he’ll have a place in the Emperor’s bosom. Larry says he doesn’t know about it, he certainly is going to Hell, as he has smooched some xenos. Oh, says Ferrus, then it doesn’t matter. Apparently Ferrus has smooched a kroot (which is how he picked up the language). Well, Larry says, they’ll meet in Hell then. Larry asks what kind of stuff Ferrus actually enjoys, and he shrugs and says he does enjoy navigating and also looking at handsome men, both which Larry has been able to provide already.

Coco gets to finally meet up with her sibling, Jim’s twin Omar. They have a meet-up at the same lake on Treshan where they met up with the eldar originally. Coco takes her friends with, and Omar gets there with a bunch of eldar, they’re also wearing some eldar garb (Larry whispers to Alice that it seems this xenos-friendliness seems to run in the family), which gives Coco pause. This was a long conversation, so here’s the main points. Omar left the family, because Jim sensed that something was wrong and Omar went to investigate (Coco was sad she wasn’t informed, but Omar said they really had no idea what was up, so it felt odd to make it into a thing). Well, they eventually joined up with these eldar and only afterwards learned that the eldar had killed Jim. They’re obviously heartbroken about that, but still seem quite content hanging out with the eldar. They’ve no plans on getting back to the family, even if Coco had assumed they would become the next heir to the Rogue Trader name. Omar’s super against that, saying they’ve no wish to be compared (unfavorably no doubt) to Jim for the rest of their life. They’re not quite sure what they’ll do, but they’re apparently fine with hanging out with the eldar right now. Seems Coco has to pick up the mantle. Coco says she can’t, what with the whole being blamed for Jim’s death. Omar hasn’t known about that, and is saddened by this. They say if they’d know, they would have reached out sooner. So it’s probably going to Mari-anne, the youngest sibling. Coco says she might have the temperament, being more of the player of the game type. Omar says they figure Marianne is probably rather lonely, having been left out from the three older siblings’ things.

Anyway, there’s still one person infected on board, and Omar knows it to be Sai, a bastard child of one of Coco’s uncles. Omar has apparently been planning on sending assassins, as they doubt they can explain why Sai should die. Coco thinks she may be able to explain it to the current Rogue Trader, but that leaves the problem of proving that Coco didn’t assist in killing Jim. Coco asks if Omar has any ideas, and Omar says they don’t, but they’re sure that the eldar will help, they owe the family that much. Larry suggests Vathac give the Rogue Trader a call, but Vathac doubts that the Rogue Trader has any reason to trust him. Besides, the eldar are yes, willing to help, but really don’t want the RT to go on a vengeance mission, which is a worry as Coco knows where they live and has shown a tendency to shooting them. They all agree to discuss this further once the Countess hopefully has been dealt with.

One day during their travels, Uffe comes by the bridge and asks to talk with Larry, so Larry leaves Coco in charge so the two of them can go talk. It’s time to talk about Linhildr. Uffe asks what Larry has told to his companions about his sister. Larry has told them that his sister is living in Fenris, but certainly nothing more. Uffe says it must be kept that way. The fact that there has been no women space marines before means that some feel that there never will be and that their existence will be considered heresy. The Wolves want to give the female Wolves a chance to prove themselves as Astartes, before they have to prove themselves again. So only Larry and his mother should know. Larry agrees to this.

Uffe asks if Larry would like to talk with his sister, but that’s probably a bit too much. Larry asks to see and hear her talk, so they arrange it so that Larry will watch through the security cameras as Uffe takes Linhildr into the gunner’s room. Later Vivek will erase the tapes. Larry asks if he could get something to show for his mother, and Uffe agrees for Vivek to give him a print-out. (Larry also asks Uffe about whether Hell exists, and Uffe thinks that people who aren’t allowed into uplands simply disappear, but then again, he’s no theologian).

So, Uffe goes to set things up and after a while, he voxes for Larry to go into place, so Larry leaves Coco behind again (and kinda makes it look like he’s going to have some self-loving). Eventually Uffe enters the gunner’s room with a wolf, and they sit down to talk in Fenrisian. Uffe appears to be teaching Linhildr about the ship’s gun. At some point, something Uffe says makes Linhildr take off her helmet, revealing a young woman. Larry asks through the vox if Uffe could ask Linhildr what she does this all for. Uffe first switches languages before asking Linhildr that. Linhildr mentions having saved a village of people from demons, and she liked that. Larry thanks Uffe, and cuts the channel. Uffe and Linhildr talk a while more, before Linhildr puts her helmet back on and the two leave. Larry, who has cried during all this, takes a moment to gather himself and look over the tape again.

Vivek gets to the room to erase the tapes and get a printout picture of Linhildr. He asks if Larry wants a voice clip as well, to let his mom hear her talk. Larry says that would be nice, so Vivek gets him a clip, saying he should keep it secret, as Vivek wasn’t really sanctioned by the Wolves to give this out. Larry thanks him and heads back to the bridge.

Unbeknownst to the two of them Coco overhears Vivek entering the room where Larry is and comes to the conclusion that the two of them are having an affair. Coco brings up that she didn’t know he was into older men and the fact that she wishes Larry wouldn’t do that sort of thing that close to the cockpit when he knows she’s there. It takes a moment for Larry to catch up on what she’s saying, when he does, he simply laughs. He tries the next day to convince Coco that he and Vivek broke up, but unfortunately Coco doesn’t buy it, so Larry continues the ruse (to make her not wonder why Vivek came by in the first place). Both Vivek and Uffe notice a certain awkwardness when Coco visit, but do not say anything. Larry eventually lets Vivek know that he has been pretending to have a friend with benefits agreement with Vivek for the past two months. Vivek seems to find this quite funny

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NATALIA SERPENTORE is missing their BROTHER. The 28+/300+ year oldlooks a lot like JACOB ELORDI, CAMERON MONAGHAN, TOBY REGBO, CHRIS WOOD, UTP. is a VAMPIRE. I hear the story goes something like [ as the older brother of a rebellious sister, he takes his role as her mediator and protector very seriously. he’s always been close with her, especially after their father remarried a vampire and became a tyrant. he knew natalia was in love with her servant and helped her conceal her affair. he also helped fake her death, knowing it would free him too. but when things went south, he became a vampire alongside her so she wouldn’t live an immortal life alone. he’s been traveling with her for hundreds of years, gaining a reputation as a fearsome duo no one wants to cross. he may have found a mate of his own, or he may have never thought of it until recently, but their quest to restore dante’s memories has lead them here and he is more determined than ever to put this mission to rest ] but if you’d like to learn more you [ CAN READ NATALIA’S INTRO ] about it.

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