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southkoreaandjapan · 10 months

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The DMZ

June 25, 2023 - Happy 45th birthday to our oldest son Grant!

But 73 years ago today - June 25, 1950 - the North Korea army conducted a surprise attack on their neighbors and kinsmen in the south and the Korea War was begun. It was truly a coincidence that we would visit the DMZ on this day - but there we were.

I am always surprised (although I do not know why - by now!) how much I do NOT know. Let’s face it there is very little space in our history books dedicated to the Korean War. There is no doubt that I had some general concepts about the Korea War that involve the following: Harry Truman, Military Action, United Nation action, General McArthur, Domino Theory, DMZ, China, winter weather, 33,000 US dead, "I like IKE"~... and that is about it. But - as I have said again and again - being here is different. These decisions made by men in power in the safety of well-protected rooms impact the common man walking with us on the streets today. For us, it is a but footnote for the people we are meeting it remains a part of their day to day life. More than 5 MILLION Koreans were killed during this war and more than half were civilian - just living their lives. More than 10 million families were dispersed and the search for family members separated continues to this day. Life on this peninsula is complicated by history.

Let’s start with some basic history. In 1945, WWII is over and to the victors go the spoils. Germany is carved up and doled out to the victors and the exact same thing happens in Asia.

The division of Korea began with the defeat and surrender of Japan. During the war, the Allied leaders considered the question of Korea's future after Japan's surrender in the war. The leaders reached an understanding that Korea would be liberated from Japan but would be placed under an international trusteeship until the Koreans would be deemed ready for self-rule. In the last days of the war, the U.S. proposed dividing the Korean peninsula into two occupation zones (a U.S. and Soviet one) with the 38th parallel as the dividing line. The Soviets accepted their proposal and agreed to divide Korea.

It was understood - by some but clearly not all - that this division was only a temporary arrangement until the trusteeship could be implemented. In December 1945, the Moscow Conference of Foreign Ministry resulted in an agreement on a five-year four-power Korean trusteeship. (Korea would be run by the US, the Soviet Union, the United Kingdom and China for 5 years.) Korea had no representative present when the deal was struck and they did NOT like it. However - even the best laid paid sometimes go awry. With the onset of the Cold War and other factors both international and domestic, including Korean opposition to the trusteeship, negotiations between the United States and the Soviet Union over the next two years regarding the implementation of the trusteeship failed, thus effectively nullifying the only agreed-upon framework for the re-establishment of an independent and unified Korean state. With this, the Korean question was referred to the brand new United Nations. In 1948, after the UN failed to produce an outcome acceptable to the Soviet Union, Un - supervised elections were held in then US-occupied south only. The American-backed Syngman Rhee won the election, while Kim Il Sung consolidated his position as the leader of Soviet-occupied northern Korea. This led to the establishment of the Republic of Korea in southern Korea on 15 August 1948, promptly followed by the establishment of the Democratic People Republics of Korea in northern Korea on September 9, 1948. The United States supported the South, the Soviet Union supported the North, and each government claimed sovereignty over the whole Korean peninsula. And the shit-show begins…..

On June 25, 1950 military forces of communist North Korea suddenly plunged southward across the 38th parallel boundary in an attempt to seize noncommunist South Korea. Outraged, Truman reportedly responded, “By God, I’m going to let them [North Korea] have it!” Truman did not ask Congress for a declaration of war and he was later criticized for this decision. Instead, he sent to South Korea, with UN sanction, U.S. forces under Gen. Douglas MacArthur repel the invasion. Ill-prepared for combat, the Americans were pushed back to the southern tip of the Korean peninsula before MacArthur’s brilliant Inchon offensive drove the communists north of the 38th parallel. South Korea was liberated, but MacArthur wanted a victory over the communists, not merely restoration of the status quo. U.S. forces drove northward, nearly to the Yalu River boundary withManchuria. Hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops then poured into North Korea, pushing the fighting once again down to the 38th parallel. When MacArthur insisted on extending the war to China and using nuclear weapons to defeat the communists, Truman removed him from command. The war, however, dragged on inconclusively past the end of Truman’s presidency, eventually claiming the lives of more than 33,000 Americans.

The subsequent Korean War, which lasted from 1950 to 1953, ended with a stalemate and has left Korea divided by the Korean Demilitarized Zone (DMZ) ) up to the present day.

So the first map I saw blew my mind. I had NO idea that the battle lines had crossed the entire peninsula. Check this out…

Also - since we hear all about the 38th parallel - I thought - that the Korean Peninsula was split on the 38th parallel - but not exactly - that line would be straight. The line that separated this peninsula is far from straight, my friends.

The DMZ is 160 miles long and 2.5 miles wide. (The map above shows 4 tunnels that have been found (so far) built by the North for military intent. The South Koreans use these tunnels to demonstrate that the “de- militarized zone” has NOT been de- militarized after all. We visited the DMZ and went into the 3rd tunnel today.

The South Korean side of DMZ is a commercial success with coffee shops, restaurants and souvenir shops and even a theme park - I’m not kidding you.

Our trip leader, Yong, explained that the younger generation - like his 13 and 11 year old children - could care less about this 73 year old event. No one in their lives seems impacted and they like living in South Korea - just like it is. So - the theme park and campgrounds give parents an opportunity to bring their families here to have some fun and PERHAPS learn some things as well. I was certainly surprised.

This “DMZ Welcome Center” is filled with monuments and memorial. One that was exceptionally touching was to the “comfort women” of Korea. “Comfort Women” was a lovely a name for sex slaves. This memorial was to Korean women - but during WWII the Japanese rounded up young women in whatever territory they captured and sent them to their soldiers to bring “comfort.” The Japanese soldiers believing they a master race believed raping and abusing these worthless pieces of crap was their duty and many women were raped and murdered. It was a great shame to these women and many families did not accept them - IF they recovered and returned. Again - we blame the victims…. I’m so over that! Here is the monument:

I also did not know that the US has 15 military based in South Korea and that our largest overseas military base is here. Nearly 45,000 US troops, contractors, and family members live on or near the new $10.8 billion garrison in Pyeongtaek, Camp Humphreys, 45 miles from downtown Seoul leaving their former base to be turned into a public park. This arrangement is part of the Mutual Defense Treaty of 1953 between the US and South Korea.

I was struck by how often the word “unification” is used and how hopeful the movie that we saw at the DMZ was - emphasizing that it wouldn’t be long now until the two countries are unified. That might be the party line at the DMZ - but it is not the party line with the South Koreans. The ones we have spoken to wish it might happen some day - but don’t see that happening - EVER. Too much time has passed and too many differences exist. The Koreans who live north of the DMZ are simply not the same Koreans who live to the south. We took lots of pics but it is just land with fences and walls. Sad.

Later that afternoon we met Park Yusung, a defector from North Korea and we learned so much - again. That is up next.

Stay tuned!

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yourspeirs · 3 years

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Happy birthday, Pat!

Since Christenson is one of my favorite characters (I love him when I read the book and screamed when I knew he was portrayed by Fassy), I will make a little longer post about him. Alright, here we go: the unofficial artist of Easy Company.

Burton Paul Christenson was born on August 24, 1922 in Oakland, CA. Fewer people called him Burton. He had various nicknames like Pat (a self-given nickname) or Chris. He was an original Toccoa man, a Non-Commissioned Officer serving in Easy Company, 506th PIR, 101st Airborne Division as a Technical Sergeant.

At age thirteen, Pat jumped off the roof of his house with a large beach umbrella to see if it would break his fall. He never did it again tho. He was always athletic and physically strong, joining the Airborne was sort of ‘natural’. Pat’s son, Chris Christenson, said that his dad aka Pat Christenson was a very competitive man. Pat became a paratrooper because he wanted to be the best.

Pat was a machine gunner. During the Normandy campaign, he almost shot his assistant gunner, Woodrow Robbins, because Robbins didn't respond to Pat's cricket signal due to losing the clicker part of the cricket. Pat spent the rest of this campaign as a grenadier. In the series, Bill Kiehn was his assistant (that's why Doc Roe gave Kiehn's dog tag to him in The Last Patrol episode). As I've written in this post, Pat was an athletic and artistic young man, carrying a sketch pad to war and playing guitar during service.

The first episode of Band of Brothers 'Currahee', it was shown that Christenson drank the water in his canteen and Sobel found out in the inspection after the march. Pat's family and fellow comrades doubted the accuracy of this scene, or at least it didn't happen to Pat. Probably Christenson was chosen to portray this scene because in Ambrose's book, there's a passage about him recalling, "We were miserable, exhausted, and thought that if we did not get a drink of water we were certain to collapse." Ambrose also added an explanation after this sentence, that at the end of a march, Sobel would check each man's canteen to see that it was still full. Well, this is just my theory, I'll ask the writer when I have the chance. IF I have the chance :D

Pat was promoted to Corporal after the Normandy campaign and he became Bull Randleman's assistant as a squad leader. Webster considered it as a 'snap job' because Randleman was very conscientious. Later, he was promoted to Sergeant and became the 1st squad leader of the 1st platoon.

After the war, Pat returned to the States and later married Mary Jo Bonham in 1947. They had three sons. Pat died on December 30, 1998 due to health problems

Pat on the left, Bull in the middle, and Dukeman on the right.

And this, my friends, is just a brief introduction to Pat Christenson; Easy’s unofficial artist and one of the toughest men. This barely scratches the surface of the great man.

#pat christenson #burton christenson #band of brothers #hbo war #easy company #michael fassbender #band of birthdays

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skyemisc · 3 years

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Deuce Spade Birthday SSR Story Translation

NRC Newspaper Interview: Birthday Interview Feature

~Deuce Edition~

Option: Happy birthday. What were your thoughts in the days leading to your birthday?

Deuce: Thank you! I’m happy to hear “Happy Birthday!” from so many people.

Deuce: But… Honestly it was a little nerve-wracking.

Deuce: I figured I was used to these kinds of celebrations thanks to the the Unbirthday parties…

Deuce: It’s really different when you’re the center of attention.

Deuce: Still, everyone put in a lot of effort for today, so I’ll enjoy it to the fullest!

Deuce: A lot of my favorite egg dishes were also made and I can’t wait to eat them.

Screen: You really enjoy egg dishes, huh.

Deuce: Yeah. I like both eating and cooking them.

Deuce: I used to think fried eggs were simple. Just put the eggs over heat, but when I did it myself, I found out that was more to it.

Deuce: Making an ideal sunny-side up egg was pretty challenging… Back in the day I practiced quite a bit.

Deuce: Oh, speaking of… A while ago, Clover-senpai and I got pretty into making different egg dishes!

Deuce: Talking about what would be good in omelets, and teaching me how to make a simple-to-make custard…

Deuce: I never talked about egg dishes that much before, so it was really fun.

Deuce: Well, Ace was nearby going “I don’t know understand this cooking gibberish” and looked bored out of his mind.

Deuce: When I learn the super special melt-in-your-mouth custard recipe, I wanna try making that next time.

Deuce: Once I get that down, I’ll tell you. Feel free to bring Grim too for a bite.

Episode 2:

Screen: What do you enjoy?

Deuce: I like riding on a Magical Wheel. Also, I like tinkering with machines.

Deuce: Mom’s hopeless with machines, so I was always the one setting up the different household electronics.

Deuce: Instead of reading the instructions, she’d reluctantly try it out herself. It was fun to watch.

Deuce: Well, apparently to the people around me, it seems that repairing and services appliances is more of a specialty than a hobby to me.

Deuce: Occasionally, people would come and bring broken appliances and it was kinda troubling. I’m not that skilled, honestly…

Deuce: Earlier, when I tried listening to music with the Dorm Lounge’s worn-out cassette player, it stopped working.

Deuce: You know the old saying to hit appliances to fix them? I jokingly hit it and it started playing again.

Deuce: Diamond-senpai just so happen to be nearby to see it…

Deuce: He went around and told people half-jokingly that “Deuce-chan’s hands caused a miracle!”

Deuce: Word started spreading and it became a huge thing. It even got to my friends at some point…

Deuce: I kept getting told “Wow, you can repair different machines? That’s cool!”. I’m at a loss…

Screen: What are you dreams for the future?

Deuce: To become a police officer. …Not just any division… I want to join the division specialized in anti-mage combat, which is said to be the cream of the crop even among police.

Deuce: I know getting into the trade won’t be easy, but I have no intention of giving up.

Deuce: For the sake of my future, I’m doing all I can while I’m here.

Deuce: Every single day, I practice magic, I practice flying, and I even review my lectures on top of that.

Deuce: I don’t exactly have the best test scores in class though. W-Well I guess I just have to do my best from now on.

Deuce: Also, what I’m putting my efforts most into simulating situations in my head!

Deuce: I’ll watch movies and dramas where the lead role is a police officer and study how they do investigations and catch the criminals.

Deuce: I’ve memorized how to look cool in a chase and what signature phrase they’ll say when arresting the bad guy.

Deuce: I’m all set, to go to a crime scene immediately, aren’t I?

Episode 3:

Screen: What do you normally do for fun?

Deuce: Recently I’ve been playing cards with my friends at the dorm a lot.

Deuce: I used to be so into magical wheels, so I wasn’t used to playing games with my friends. It was really fun.

Deuce: Otherwise, I’ll play different app games; like ones where you build towns or beat monsters.

Deuce: Oh yeah, a while ago there was a big thing going on in the dorm with puzzle games.

Deuce: You have to match the same colors and then it disappears. The rules are simple and it’s really entertaining.

Deuce: But more and more students came to join and stayed up late…

Deuce: Many wouldn’t wake up in time and Dorm Leader Rosehearts would get at the necks of a lot of the students…

Deuce: …Actually, I was one of them too. I got too into a showdown with Ace, I stayed up the whole night…

Deuce: Even after telling myself I’d take everything more seriously… I learned my lesson.

Deuce: Since then, I only allow myself to play games for one hour a day.

Screen: What do you do on your days off?

Deuce: I do a lot of physical training.

Deuce: Sometimes when I’m in the sports grounds, I end up training with Jack, who’s in the same club as me—the track and field club.

Deuce: Even if we start off practicing on our own, we end up getting competitive on reflex being close to each other on the field…

Deuce: I start out planning to do some light training but then it ends up like an all-out battle…

Deuce: On some days, I end up running over a few dozen laps before I come to my senses.

Deuce: By the end of it, we’ll both be tired and exhausted. Makes you wonder what exactly we’re doing on a day off, right?

Deuce: Oh, recently Epel’s been joining us too. He’s got a lot more guts than you’d expect from his appearance.

Deuce: …I’ve always liked riding around on Magical Wheels with my fellow comrades, and that goes for jogging too.

Deuce: Running with everyone versus by yourself is just so much more satisfying and gives the best feeling.

Deuce: Ah… B-But I do more than just training on my days off. I take care to study too!

Screen: Thank you for letting me listen to your stories. Once again, happy birthday!

#twst #twisted wonderland #translation #deuce #ruggie bucchi #deuce spade birthday #birthday translate #deuce spade ssr

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samaichisworld · 3 years

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A late but special one-shot for Ichiro's birthday coming soon!! This is a request for someone in ask box and I totally loves it!! Request by: @moonlightkitsunexsnowdog Forgive for my mistakes in grammar and I hope you enjoy!!

Title: Best Birthday Ever

Ichiro takes a deep breath after finished doing his work in his office. Yorozuya Yamada got so many clients lately that sometimes his work life got a little bit hectic. He don't mind helping people but doing all of it alone kind of burdened him. He didn't blame his brothers for it because he told them they should focused on school more this time after division battle end.

Looking out of the window while stretching his arms, he suddenly wonder why his brothers acting weird at him this morning. Jiro and Saburo keep on staring at him while eating breakfast. When he asked them about it, both of them would stuttering and said it was nothing (mostly on Jiro's side, Saburo remain claim but his eyes avoiding him that morning) and they need to go to school immediately.

Ichiro feel worry about them. Is there something wrong? Are they hiding something from him? Those thought keep going on his mind. When he looks at the clock, it's already 2 p.m. which mean his brothers will be back from school soon. He decided to cooking some food while waiting for them.

A knock on the door making him stopped on his track at the kitchen and turns around immediately. He just about to take off his red apron when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. "Jiro and Saburo are already here? That's fast.." He thought. He walking to the door, opening it just to see..

"Ichiro~~" Ramuda smiling widely, holding a bag behind his back. Ichiro raised his eyebrows, wondering why Ramuda suddenly showed up here at his house.

"Hey, Ramuda san. What are you doing here?"

"I'm visiting you today!! Can you let me in your house??" Ramuda makes a sad puppy face, grinning happily when Ichiro nods at him.

"Sure. I just finished cooking some food for my brothers."

"Yummy! No wonder I smell something good from here!!" Ramuda walking into the living room, put the big bag on the sofa. Before Ichiro can see what inside of it, Ramuda already pulling him away.

"Ne! Ichiro! How about we playing some games? I'm boredd~" Ichiro only smile at his old friend's never change attitude.

Soon after, he heard a knock again and this time, Matenrou's leader, Jinguji Jakurai is infront of his house with a soft smiles. Jakurai also bringing a paper bag with him. Ichiro wonder why he is here too today.

"Jakurai san.. You're here too?"

"Yes, Ichiro kun. I think today is a great day to visit my old friend here. I wonder how are you doing?" Jakurai greet him politely. He smiles and told the doctor that he is fine.

"Whatt~ This old man is here too!?" Ramuda's loud voice could be heard from the background. He can imagine Ramuda's scowling face right now. Jakurai only sigh before stepping inside the room too.

"Oh. Also, Ichiro kun."

Ichiro looking up to see Jakurai smiling warmly at him this time, ignoring whining Ramuda that tried to provoke him.

"I hope you have a great day today."

"Huh.. Thanks Jakurai san." Ichiro didn't understand what actually Jakurai mean but he shrugged it off. Soon, the third knock sounds coming through the house and Ichiro opening the door, seeing two of his brothers smiling widely at him.

"Ichi-nii! We got something for you! Please take a step back and close your eyes!" Saburo told him which he obeyed easily. He kind of curious why everyone seem like hiding something for him. Then something click on his mind.

7/26..it's his birthday date..

"Happy birthday, Ichiro!!!!" The loud sounds of crackers making him feels a little bit surprised. He open his eyes and saw Jiro holding the cake while smiles widely.

"Aniki! This is your birthday cake! Please blow the candles and make some wish!" His brother, Jiro spoke to him happily while holding the cake. Saburo nods at his brother's words and turn towards Ichiro. "Yes, Ichi-nii. Please blow the candles."

Ichiro smiles and make a wish to stay happy with his brothers forever and winning the next battle. Aftet that, he blew the candles, earning a loud clapping from Ramuda and Jakurai. Now, Ichiro also understand why Ramuda and Jakurai are here in the first place.

"Let's celebrate Ichiro's 20th birthday!!!" Ramuda yelling happily. Jiro and Saburo start arguing with him, saying that he was a guest that didn't get invited here. Ramuda only laughing at his brothers. Jakurai smiles and told them he want to help them with food.

Suddenly, a loud banging came from the door again. Ichiro about to open it when Ramuda suddenly opening the door for him.

"Yo, Ichiro. Happy birthday my friend." Kuuko grinning at him while holding a bag full of gift. Sasara also there with him.

"Ichiro, it's been awhile!! You want to hear some birthday jokes from me? I got plenty for you! Anyway, happy birthday!!" Ichiro chuckles seeing Sasara keep mentioning about his jokes at him. Kuuko get annoyed and trying to kick the other man but failed.

His house feels very warm with happiness that afternoon. All of them eating together at the table and this is the first time for Ichiro to get so many guest in his house. He can also see how his brothers looking happy too and they even talking with his old friends too.

Ichiro suddenly saw an empty spot at the chair near him while eating. He suddenly remember about someone who could fill in the spot beside he is now his enemy..

"Hey! We should gives the present to you now! Come on, Ichiro! You need to see my present for you!!" Ramuda grabbing his hand and pulling him back to the living room after they finished eating. Ichiro only following Ramuda as he smiles at him.

"What is it that you got for me?"

"I don't know~ Open it!" Ichiro smiles and opening the pink colour box. There's two bears plushies of him and Samatoki. His cheek slowly getting hotter when he realize what it's actually mean. He saw Ramuda gives him a sly smiles. Jakurai also gives him some herb tea packets since he always working hard and it's good for his health. Sasara gives him a set of cup with black cat picture on it, saying that he could use it while having Jakurai's herb tea. Kuuko gave him a new anime figurines.

He thank all of them and smiles happily at his presents. After that, Jiro and Saburo steps out, holding a one big box.

"Aniki, I want to say thank you for being our big brother. Thank you for always taking care of us. Without you, I don't know what will happen to us." Jiro smiles while saying those word to him. This time, Saburo spoke.

"Ichi-nii, thank you for raising us. Thank you for working hard always. We always grateful to have you as our brother." In cue, both of them smiles before saying something in syncs.

"We love you, Aniki/Ichi-nii!!"

"Oi. It's supposed to be me first!!"

"Shut up, Jiro. It should be me who say it first!"

Ichiro laughing and hugging them happily. He feel so happy that he could cry in happiness now. His brothers are the best in this world.

After that, Ramuda decided to have a drink celebration for Ichiro's birthday. He bring a big alcohol bottle and say that Ichiro should drink now because he already 20 years old that day. Ichiro only laugh in off and say he will only drink one glass. Sasara joined Ramuda to drink together meanwhile Jakurai saying that he will only drink some tea. Ichiro sure he saw Ramuda trying to sneaking some alcohol into Jakurai's drink. Kuuko only drink cola with his brothers, talking about MCD and Naughty Busters day back then.

Ichiro smiles, excuse himself to go out for awhile after drinking. He said he want to get some fresh air. All of them seem fine and nods at Ichiro's request. When Ichiro open the door, he saw something on the ground infront of his door. It's a blue box without address and name on it. Ichiro thought maybe a postman accidentally put it on his house. Suddenly, he remember a person who love blue colour so much.

"Is it.. Him?"

"Who?"

"Oh! Ramuda san! Nothing!"

"Eehh~ I want to know!" Ramuda pouting at him, trying to look at a box that Ichiro holding close to his chest.

"Amemura kun. Stop it." Jakurai walking towards them. Ramuda making a disgusted face before running away while showing his tongue at him. Jakurai only sigh before turning back to him.

"Ichiro kun, are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." He feel kind of relief not getting caught by Ramuda. He sure will make it a big fuss.

"You should get some rest. It's okay. We will handle everything here." Jakurai smiles softly at him. Ichiro want to nods but he saw Ramuda just pouring alcohol into Jakurai's tea.

"Umm.. Okay but please don't drink the tea." With that Ichiro running towards his room with the blue box. He hope everything will be alright down there.

Inside his room, he open the box slowly, feeling nervous. He don't know why he feel so nervous but he knew his heart beating so fast inside his chest. When he open it, he saw a leather jacket and a pendant necklace. It really hit him at that moment.

"Samatoki..." Ichiro whisper that name softly. He took out the jacket, recognize it as Samatoki's leather jacket back in TDD days. Same with the pendant necklace. He wonder why Samatoki gave to him those things. Then he saw a small card in the box.

"I think you deserve to have them. Take care of them well. Happy birthday, Yamada Ichiro."

There's no name on the card other than his but he can see those familiar handwriting and style. He can't help but let out a chuckles at that card. With a sigh, he wore the pendant necklace and holding Samatoki's jacket close to him, hugging it tightly.

"Idiot.. Of course I will take a good care of them.." Ichiro mumble with a smiles. Samatoki may not be here but having those two things already make him happy. He close his eyes, smelling Samatoki's familiar scent.

"Cigarette and coffee.. You never change huh.. Thank you, Samatoki." A big smiles blossom on his face. He really agree. This year is the best birthday he could ever ask for. Best birthday ever.

THE END.

Idk if this is good or not but I really hope you enjoy it!! I changed it a little bit and let's pray Ichiro's house didn't get destroy by drunk Jakurai😆 Sorry for some mistake too!! Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ICHIRO!! COME HOME TO ME AT ARB!! 7/26 our Ichiro's birthday!!❤

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #yamada ichiro #samaichi #samatoki aohitsugi #hypnosis mic ichiro #hypnosis mic samatoki

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ladyeliot · 3 years

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Your legacy is my nightmare [½] Re-written

Avengers: Age of Ultron / Post Civil War

Pairing: Avengers/Tony Stark x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Your past was marked by Tony Stark, ever since a Stark Industries bomb hit that restaurant when you were 10 years old, during an attack on Novi Grad, the capital of Sokovia. From that moment on, the rage for revenge took hold of you, but things didn’t turn out the way you expected.

Warnings: Angst. Trauma. Deaths. Violence.

Word count: 5378

A/N: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Reader Powers: Psionic Force Projection. Psionic force fields that she can manipulate in various ways.

When you were five years old you discovered that there was a completely different world inside that magic box. A world that seemed far away from the small town you lived in, a world that could capture your attention, that made you laugh, that grabbed you, and that you dreamed of living in in the future. It was then that American sitcoms became your world.

Your childhood in Novi Grad, the capital of Sokovia, was like that of any other child, totally happy. You were an only child, you were born and raised in a hard-working and extremely loving family, your parents loved you and you loved them, because all they wanted was to make you happy. Your birth took place on a sunny morning in June, creating the tradition that every birthday you went out to do something special, something out of the ordinary routine of everyday life. On your sixth birthday your parents took you to the amusement park, discovering that you weren’t too fond of Ferris wheels. During your eighth birthday your parents opted to take you to a football match, which you enjoyed quite a lot. On your ninth birthday, the three of you took a little trip to the mountains, discovering that you were completely allergic to wasp stings, but on your tenth birthday, everything changed.

For several weeks you had been pestering your mother to go to the new restaurant that had opened in the city centre. Remember that you were madly in love with American sitcoms from the 1950s, which were constantly on reruns on Sokovia television, so you couldn’t have been luckier when you found out that they had opened an American-style restaurant in the city centre. Your mother used to make excuses for not going, but not because she didn’t want to, but because she wanted to wait until your tenth birthday to go and have lunch with the three of you as a family, and that’s how it happened. The morning of your tenth birthday, Novi Grad dawned bright and shiny, there was hardly a cloud in the sky, and the sun was shining. It was Saturday, so there was neither school nor any job that would prevent you from spending the day apart. Your face changed to excitement when you discovered a note along with a special breakfast, informing you of a surprise lunch at Fred’s, the American-style restaurant. At the time you thought you were the luckiest girl in the universe, and that nothing and no one was going to change your mind, but things never work out the way you expect them to.

At around 13:15 you were seated at a table, and you yourself had decided which table you preferred, opting for the one right next to the large window, where you could watch the crowds passing by on the street. While your father informed the waitress about the menu you were going to have, you played with the bottle of ketchup while looking out of the window, on Saturdays the centre was usually crowded and that put you in a good mood. A Jukebox harmonised the atmosphere with typical songs of that decade, you had no idea what the song was, but you knew that you had heard it before in some sitcom. You were delighted, you seemed to be part of one of those comic scenes that made you laugh night after night, however something outside caught your attention, making you drop the bottle of ketchup from your hands. The scene was strange, people were no longer walking, running, no longer laughing, shouting, but you barely had time to utter “Mum…” before a bomb smashed through the large window.

Trauma. An inconsistent word that has so many negative connotations for the person who suffers from it. You never thought that a life filled with numerous catastrophic experiences could ever find the meaning of the word ‘Peace’ again, yet there you were, searching for it. The placid singing of the water crashing against the stones of the riverbed was the best melody you could wake up to every morning. After so many years you had found a place away from civilisation, far from the terror of humanity. A hut in the middle of the green and brown fields of Wakanda, a place where nothing and no one could disturb you. You could say, you could barely remember the time when you were at peace with yourself, maybe your childhood, but there was nothing left of that. However, the harmony around you, together with the humility of country life had given you back all the strength you needed to be able to go on with your life.

But now the question is how you came to Wakanda and why. It had been almost a year since a terrifying experience in the maximum security prison for humans with superpowers, also known as the Raft, prevented you from ever finding inner peace again. During the indeterminate period of time you were held in that underwater facility, the guards did terrible things to your brain. Fear for your powers caused them to take the initiative in using brain torture methods, the only way they discovered that was effective in overriding them. It left scars on you that would last a lifetime, if you made it out of there alive, which you came to believe would be impossible.

The next question is how you came to find yourself in that situation, but we’d better go back to the beginning, when that bomb hit that American-style restaurant in your hometown of Novi Grad. The darkness came moments after the projectile pierced the glass of that building and found its way into the ruins inside, creating a gaping hole underground. The loss of time and space came upon you, when you opened your eyes there was nothing, it was all darkness, yet a red, flickering light was just a few centimetres from your face. You could not move, your limbs were confined by the debris, you could only see the light that slightly illuminated the small air chamber in which you found yourself. You saw that metallic object in front of you, which had written on its side words that were engraved in your memory forever 'Stark Industries’.

It was a long period in which tears silently flowed from your eyes, it was indescribable the way fear clung to your body, with a small hope of being found that flickered on and off with that red light. You hardly knew what that light meant, that it really was a 'lucky break’ for you, at least that’s what all the news said when you were rescued two days later. Eventually you discovered that the bomb must have exploded, that like your parents and all the other members of the local, you must have died.

Your life after that did not improve, but you found them, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Your similar experiences during the bombing of Sokovia brought you together, they had also lost their parents and now you were three orphans who were confined from house to house waiting to come of age and flee the place. The country of Sokovia became a war zone, with US troops frequently invading the streets, causing protests by the locals to intensify. During your youth you were a very active part of them, along with the twins, especially those against 'Stark Industries’. What those experiences generated was that the hatred you had hidden for Stark resurfaced again. The three of you wanted to purge your nation of foreign conflicts, so you met a division fighting for the same thing called HYDRA. You joined together, hoping to change the world, hoping to seek peace and freedom again, but that is not what happened. That group had very different ideas, ideas that you three were obviously not a part of, yet your innocence played a trick on you. Stucker, the leader of the division, offered you power, an outlet in the fight against violence, and you accepted, exposing yourselves to a series of physical experiments, called the 'Miracles’ programme. The programme consisted of exposing your bodies to radiation emitted through a sceptre that you had no idea what it was. Thirty-two people participated in the experiment, only you three remained alive. This caused a series of supernatural powers to develop in each of you. In your case, the psionic force took control of your body.

At this point HYDRA had got what it wanted, three superhumans to fight the Avengers, including Iron Man, aka Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries. It was impossible to admit that this was too juicy an incentive for you to pass up. The Avengers travelled to Sokovia with the intention of stealing the sceptre that gave you your powers. It was then, at the age of 25, after fifteen years of waiting for that moment, that you came face to face with the creator of the bomb that killed your parents, in that HYDRA operations centre in Sokovia. For the first time you could look him in the eye.

“Hey, J, a quick infrared scanner to the room,” he said in the middle of that wide ship, he had shed the suit, which was now operating on its own.

“The column to your left, I detected a human presence, with radiation levels off the charts,” the suit spoke up, discovering your position.

There was no point in staying hidden, it was the opposite of what you wanted, you wanted him to see you, to have the courage to look you in the eye, to not know who you were and let him know. Tony turned quickly towards that column that the inner voice of his suit had informed him about and bumped into you. The moment came. The brown of his iris projected towards you, he looked terribly harmless, he raised his left hand and Iron Man’s limb covered his own, projecting the palm of his hand towards your body. A smirk of arrogance amplified on your mouth.

“I mean you no harm,” his voice came out fast.

“So late,” you whispered without wiping away the smile, as you slowly raised your palms, creating a psionic field in a circular shape.

Just as Iron Man’s limb had attached itself to yours, the entire suit suddenly encircled your body. At that very moment you projected the psionic field towards him, starting a fierce battle in the middle of that ship. A battle that lasted no more than ten minutes due to your lack of ability to control, manipulate and project your powers. But that would be the first of many times you were to encounter him, that first encounter left you with a thirst for vengeance that would eventually fade, but at that moment it was impossible for you to know.

Things evolved over time, from HYDRA you came to ULTRON, who immersed you in his power, told you he was coming to save the world, but also to wipe out the Avengers, trapping you again in his intentions, believing his were the same as yours. Baron Von Strucker was killed shortly after by Ultron, now it was just the four of you, Ultron, the Maximoff twins and you.

At Salvage Yard, on the African Coast, was the second encounter. Your little group had headed out to meet Ulysses Klaue, an international criminal and underground black market arms dealer, to obtain the world’s most durable material, vibranium, however the Avengers also showed up, making the encounter more interesting. Thor, Captain America and Iron Man stood before the four of you in the middle of a gorge of corridors inside that container ship. There was Iron Man again, covering the body of Tony Stark inside.

“Are you comfortable?” Pietro turned his gaze to a set of missiles that were located on the lower deck. “Like the old times?

"This was never my life,” Iron Man replied, his voice neutral.

“Of course not,” you interjected, stepping to Pietro’s side. “He’s just the enforcer, isn’t he?”

“You can still walk away from this,” Captain America interjected, offering a nostalgic gesture from under his helmet.

“Oh, we’ll do it,” you said with marked indifference. “When the time comes.”

“I know you have suffered,” Captain America commented, eliciting a broad smile from you.

“You know that…” you whispered with a grin, lowering your gaze to your hands where psionic force was slowly concentrating through your fingers. “I really don’t care if you know.”

“It’s about me,” Tony’s stiff voice hit the mark.

“Bingo,” you said wryly just as a wide psionic field formed between your hands offering the signal for the battle to begin.

Disproportionate beams of light slammed into your pupils, energy bursting from each of you, causing the others to stand on guard and find their opponent to carry out their actions. Ultron’s minions moved to counterattack, while you scattered without a specific destination. You had had weeks of training to be able to face the new encounter you all knew was coming, and you could feel your control over your powers becoming more extended, but to do so you had to have your full attention focused on your actions.

The clash between you and Iron Man sent you off course, into a maze of dark corridors and passageways that were only illuminated by the energy coming out of that armour. Your psionic strength kept at bay the radiation that poured from the palm of his gauntlets and the monorail on his chest, causing it to bounce hard off the iron blocks of the walls.

“I’m not who you think I am,” Tony Stark’s voice came through the armour.

“Very subtle when you hide behind a mask,” your words caused the mask that covered Tony’s face to be exposed.

You stared into his eyes, feeling the energy burning inside you, feeling it building up in your hands, so you raised the palm of your hands without holding back, letting all that power come out and collide with the stealth lightning that Tony Stark let out of the palm of his hands. As if the two segments of energy were fighting a battle of their own they connected. With each draw of energy, exhaustion began to wash over you, knowing that you couldn’t last much longer than a couple of minutes in that situation. The clash caused sparks to reach each of the four sides of that corridor, denting the iron, melting it, but neither of you noticed.

At the third minute you pulled your hands away and threw yourself to one side so that its beam would not hit your body. Almost out of breath you dropped to the ground holding your palms up, Tony stopped the repulsor bolts of his gauntlets and turned his gaze upon you, but just as he took a step to approach you, a sharp, screeching noise caused you to change the destination of your gaze. What your eyes saw caused a nightmare to cling to your memory, the ceiling began to collapse, your exhaustion prevented you from creating a psionic field, your body became unresponsive and your mind locked. Your only institute was to close your eyes as tightly as you could, not knowing what was going to happen, but at that very moment when you heard how everything started to collapse, arms caught your body clutching it against a rigid chest and pulled you out.

So it was that once again a new failure was added to the list of your interventions. When you opened your eyes your body was lying prostrate in a corner of the main ship’s nave, where it had all started, but where there was no one left. The consumption of energy you had expended had left you without a shred of power within you. You looked up, your eyes a representation of the terror that had just reminded you of that moment, barely able to keep your breathing calm, and barely able to keep the words in your mouth when you saw Tony Stark’s face in front of yours again, before he looked away and walked away.

That was a turning point, for the next time you met Tony Stark face to face, you were on the same side. After the battle at Salvage Yard, the four of you, Ultron, the twins and you travelled to Seoul where Ultron’s true intentions were revealed. Ultron intended to create a genocide of humanity as a whole, he intended to create an enhanced body to dispose of his own. This horrified the three of you, causing you to flee from his power, causing Ultron’s wrath to prevail, creating a conflict in Seoul, in which the Avengers appeared. But the important thing in that was that the three of you joined the Avengers to save what had been your city, the place where you were born, Novi Grad.

You knew of Ultron’s plans for humanity, his intention was to create a device that would lift the city of Novi Grad into the sky, then drop it to Earth in a meteoric impact. On the way back to Sokovia, the place where it all began, a host of inexplicable feelings came to you, anger, shame, humiliation, hypocrisy… all related to your actions. Silence was present over the three of you, no conversations except those present to plan actions upon your arrival.

“Ultron knows we’re coming. Odds are we’ll be riding into heavy fire, and that’s what we signed up for. But the people of Sokovia, they didn’t. So our priority is getting them out, ” the words coming from Steve made you nod, keeping your eyes averted. “All they want is to live their lives in peace, and that’s not going to happen today.” You felt Tony’s eyes on you, you looked up to confirm it, but this meeting of glances made you uncomfortable, changing your position. “But we can do our best to protect them. And we can get the job done, and find out what Ultron’s been building. We find Romanoff, and we clear the field. Keep the fight between us.” He paused. “Ultron thinks we’re monsters and we’re what’s wrong with the world. This isn’t just about beating him. It’s about whether he’s right.“

Those last words crashed into you, you had been asking yourself the same question for weeks, you also needed to have an answer to it. So that’s how the end of the beginning began. You could never imagine what it would be like to see hundreds of people running through those streets again, the streets where you had grown up, where you had fought for your ideals and where you were now saving all those people so that the events you had experienced would never happen again. Each of you had a specific area, your mission was to guide the population to the safe side, protecting them from Ultron’s minions. Everything seemed to be going as assured, however time ran out, the ground began to crack, creating cracks, splitting the earth, causing an area of the city to rise into the air.

The terror of the scene brought you back to your childhood, you leaned against a building keeping your breathing as calm as possible and looked around you, the horror was present again, the screams of the people made a dent inside you, you closed your eyelids as tight as possible and put your hands to your head trying to erase that sound from your mind. Your back was slowly sliding down the wall until you were sitting completely on the ruins of the building.

“Hey!” Steve’s voice sounded close to you. “Are you okay?” his question barely got an answer from you, you felt his hand resting on your shoulder. “Hey, look at me. Are you okay?” you opened your eyes again and with a terrified look on your face you nodded, looking for the strength to face it. “I need you, those people need you, I know this is crazy, I know you’re terrified, but so are they.” You looked around you contemplating the massacre. “You can help them, they are your people.”

Again, Steve’s words gave you the courage you needed to find the calm within yourself, stand up and do everything you could to stop those robots that Ultron had built and turned into his allies. You knew what your mission was, you had a mission now and you couldn’t let it paralyse you.

“Stark, you worry about bringing the city back down safely. The rest of us have one job: tear these things apart. You get hurt, hurt 'em back. You get killed… walk it off.”

The population was congregated in a specific point of the city, there was no solution to evict them if that part of the city did not come down and land again, until a ship, the Helicarrier, appeared between the clouds to create a solution to one of your problems, the eviction of the population. Now all that was left to do was to get that piece of land back in place.

“Avengers, time to work for a living,” Tony announced over the intercom. While the population was getting to safety in the boats, you as a whole had gathered at the church in Novi Grad, where Ultron had located the core, or rather the button, with which he would bring the city down, destroying all of humanity.

“What’s the plan?” you asked, confused by the situation.

“This is the drill. If Ultron gets a hand on the core, we lose,” Tony replied pointing to the vibranium contraption in the centre of the shattered dome.

In front of you hundreds of robots captained by Ultron approached without stopping their pace. You sucked air into your lungs, awaiting the arrival of one of the most crucial moments of your existence, perhaps the most crucial, for in a few hours you could possibly be extinct along with humanity.

“This is exactly what I wanted. All of you, against all of me,” Ultron also had his plan and that was. “How could you possibly hope to stop me?”

“Well, like the old man said,” Tony looked at each of you. “Together.”

The battle for survival began. You thought the previous battles you had fought were the ones that could change the course of your destiny, the ones where you had faced Tony Stark, but you couldn’t have been more wrong, that was nothing compared to what you were going through right now. Each of you was part of that team, your energy was renewed every time you used it because you were fighting for a reason, the strength in you shone through. You were all a team and you were getting through this together. One by one Ultron’s robots fell, until there were none left standing, but it wasn’t over.

“We gotta move out. Even I can tell the air is getting thin. You guys get to the boats, I’ll sweep for stragglers, be right behind you,” Steve asked just after the last robot was down.

“The core-” began Tony after he had bared his face, but you barely let him finish his words.

“I’ll protect it,” you said firmly, giving a slight nod to yourself, “it’s my job.”

Tony connected his eyes with yours offering you a slight nod, just before he covered his face again and flew away. “I’ll stay with you,” added Wanda to whom you offered a faint smile before everyone disappeared from the scene and Pietro was ordered to return to you once everyone was in the boats. Everything seemed to be going according to plan, only a few straggling robots were presenting themselves to you with the intention of overthrowing your mission, but something happened. You felt your friend’s body collapse right behind you, you turned your head and saw Wanda’s face distorted, your eyes widened in confusion as she began to utter a scream that made your eardrums ring. She fell to her knees, causing her powers to spiral out of control in the crash, destroying every element in her path, so you had to create a force field around yourself in the hope that you would be unaffected. Your thoughts began to connect, trying to find an answer to his attitude, and you found it. Pietro.

You both walked through the streets, but she scattered within minutes Wanda disappeared in search of Ultron, leaving you there, but there was no one left to fight with, or fight for. It was at the very moment you questioned the functionality of your existence that Novi Grad plummeted thousands of feet into the air, offering you the answer to your question. Your eyes closed but you were no longer afraid, on the contrary, you had been able to find peace, everything came to an end in the same place where it all began. But as if someone had been watching over you, you felt arms holding your body and slowing down the frantic rhythm of the plummeting fall. You opened your eyes and found yourself being held by Iron Man’s armour.

“ I got you,” he said flying in the opposite direction, managing to dodge the ruins of that city. “Now Thor!”

A new turning point that changed the course of your actions and your destiny lay before you. Despite your best efforts, nearly 120 lives were lost during the Battle of Sokovia, including that of Pietro Maximoff. It was a before and after, symbolising the power of war and what could be its fatal consequences. For you it was a judgement, a learning experience, feeling guilty for much of what had happened, for helping HYDRA, for helping Ultron, to elaborate his actions. Your guilt led you to rethink your future, the course of new events led you and Wanda to a new country. You arrived in the United States, welcoming the New Avengers Facility as a new home. Offering you a roof to sleep under, training for your powers and a new family, though you didn’t feel that way at first.

You spent many hours in search of solitude, at the end of that green esplanade, when the tall oak trees were beginning to remind you of home. It was one afternoon in the first week, when you were still adjusting to it all, and you found yourself reading, leaning against a tree trunk.

“Hiding?” Tony’s voice pulled you out of your reading. “Oh, Sylvia Plath, great,” you looked at him, but offered no response, so he opted to sit awkwardly right in front of you on the grass. “Listen, we haven’t had much time… you know,” he took off his sunglasses and shrugged. “I’ve been looking through the files and … I know what happened to you… with your parents.”

“You know,” you said with a raised eyebrow, putting the book aside. “Do you also know what happened to the other thousands of people or do you only have a file on me and a file on Wanda and Pietro?”

The confidence in your voice was at odds with the insecurity Tony was showing, so when you saw him turn his head to the right side as he crumpled his face you opted to do what you had been thinking about for the last few days, call it a day.

“Listen. I’ve spent many years imagining what it would be like when I had you in front of me,” you began to say calmly, keeping your gaze fixed on your fingers as Tony watched you with his head cocked to one side, listening to you intently. “In what I was going to tell you, in the way I would let you know the pain I felt inside, because to me you were to blame for everything bad that had happened to me,” you paused, took a breath and thought about what you were going to say next. “But the moment I had you in front of me I didn’t say anything I had planned to say, I let my anger and pain guide me, and it didn’t do any good. The same thing happened the second time, and the third time it was pointless because there was something much more important to fight for.”

“I…” Tony interjected.

“Please, let me finish,” you cut him off, causing Tony to nod and turn his attention back to you. Sadness clouded his features. “So now I have you in front of me again I just want you to know that I have realised that…” you paused causing Tony to make a slight gesture of approaching you, but when you started to speak again he stopped. “I have no intention of you bearing my ghosts, but I need you to know that I spent two days under the rubble waiting for Stark to kill me,” your voice cracked, and Tony’s eyes reddened. “Watching your name light up on the side of that missile every time that flashing red light illuminated the darkness, hearing that beeping sound that I still can’t erase from my mind, terrified that my breathing would cause that bomb to detonate because my limbs could barely move.”

For the first time you raised your face to meet wide open brown eyes, reddened and unable to hold your gaze for long. Tony’s face was pale during those moments, his body was no longer upright and he was nervously running his hand over his lips.

“With that said, it only remains for me to let you know that I will not let the hatred and vengeance of a ten year old consume me,” you looked back down at your hands, allowing Tony’s eyes to fall on you again. “I’ve seen the power that resentment brings with it, I don’t want that for myself,” you connected your gazes. “Then I suppose I must forgive you in order to move forward.”

Silence. Silence flooded the room leaving heavy breaths in the air that symbolised the tension of the situation you were both experiencing for the first time right now. There was no right answer to everything you had said, it was clear to you that Tony didn’t know how to act at that moment. You sat cross-legged on the damp grass, watching him, seeing how he couldn’t hold your gaze since you had explained that you saw his name reflected in that missile. Yet he fought against it and focused his brown eyes on yours.

“I promise you…” he began stiffly, but again you cut him off.

“Tony, don’t promise me anything,” your voice was soft, as if you were talking to a small child. "Please.“

After your denial of his action, he only nodded. He merely nodded as he intertwined his fingers and began to fidget restlessly with his left leg.

"Then I don’t know what you want,” his tone offered an enormous insecurity marked by nervousness.

“That’s the point. I don’t want anything, Tony,” you said without fidgeting.

“All right,” he nodded confusedly, rising quickly but awkwardly from the grass in an attempt to get away from the situation. “So… I hope it’s all to your liking.”

With that said, he turned his back on you and left the same way he had come. Leaving you under the shade of that oak tree with Sylvia Plath.

Now, too much had happened since then, much of it was why you found yourself in Wakanda trying to juxtapose all that had happened, but what you didn’t know was that on that placid morning when you went for a walk along the banks of that small riverbed, Shuri and T'Challa would come to inform you that he was there and that he had asked to speak with you.

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London playlist

London - since 43 AD it has to be one of the more fascinating cities on Earth. Such a rich history. From Shakespeare Theatre to the music from there today. I just had to put a London playlist together. From Soho to Brixton, from Highgate to Clapham what a collection of songs! It’s over 350 songs and it could easily expand to 400. **I have a separate England & Wales playlist coming, so, stay tuned for that**.

To play the songs, hit the link right here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_ntP663JhZl-hvn9EwFp9L

ENGLAND & WALES playlist is coming soon! What songs have I left out? Let me know! Add your own songs! Cheers. Pip pip, tally ho!

LONDON 001 Generation X - Day By Day 002 The Clash - London Calling 003 Austin Powers - theme song (Soul Bossa? Nova ) 004 The Kinks - Dedicated Follower Of Fashion 005 Killing Joke - Empire Song 006 Black Sabbath - Wicked World 007 The Who - Welcome 008 The Damned - Neat, neat, neat 009 GIRLSCHOOL - LONDON 010 007 theme song 011 Motorhead - Motorhead 012 Wire - Ex Lion Tamer 013 David Bowie - Maid of Bond Street 014 The Misfits - London Dungeon 015 Rolling Stones - 016 The Adverts - Bored Teenagers 017 Siouxsie & The Banshees - Spellbound 018 Penny Dreadful - Soundtrack - Main Theme 019 Eurythmics - Love Is A Stranger 020 The Cure - Subway Song 021 Adam And The Ants - Puss 'n' Boots 022 Iron Maiden - 22 Acacia Avenue 023 COIL - Fire of the mind 024 Public Image Ltd - One Drop. 025 LUSH - Breeze 026 Bliss Signal - Surge 027 The Pogues - Misty Morning, Albert Bridge 028 PhD - Won't Let You Down 029 Birthday Party - Hats On Wrong 030 Eddy Grant - Electric Avenue 031 Help Yourself - Reaffirmation 032 Grave Miasma - Gnosis of the summon 033 Roy Ayers - We Live In London Baby 034 Led Zeppelin - The Rover 035 Gang of Four - What we all want 036 Pet Shop Boys - West End Girl 037 Sleaford Mods - 6 Horsemen (The Brixtons) 038 Paul Young - Love of the Common People 039 The Saint (original) - Theme 040 The Human League - Dont You Want Me 041 Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen 042 The Beatles - A Day In The Life 043 Def Leppard - Love bites 044 The Stranglers - Another Camden Afternoon 045 The Kinks - See My Friends 046 Elton John - Bennie and the Jets 047 Suede - Moving 048 Queen - Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy 049 Cliff Richard & the Shadows - She's Gone 050 The Rolling Stones - Start Me Up 051 Loop - Fade Out 052 Jah Wobble's Invaders Of The Heart - A13 053 The Magnetic Fields - All the Umbrellas in London 054 Wendy Carlos - Title Music From A Clockwork Orange (From Purcell's Music For The Funeral Of Queen Mary) 055 The Police - Every Little Thing she does it Magic 056 Cockney Rejects - The Greatest Cockney Rip Off 057 Spandau Ballet - Spandau Ballet Chant No.1 058 The Pretenders - Middle of the Road 059 The Who - Dogs 060 The Jam - London Girl 061 Cradle of Filth - Hurt and Virtue 062 Joy Division - Isolation 063 Nick Drake - At the Chime of a City Clock 064 Sham 69 - Cockney Kids Are Innocent 065 Deep Purple - Mandrake Root 066 Throbbing Gristle - Hit by a rock 067 David Bowie - Rubber Band 068 Roxy Music - Do The Strand 069 Slaves - Cheer Up London 070 T. Rex - London Boys 071 Kirsty MacColl - Autumngirlsoup 072 New Model Army - Archway Towers 073 Scorpions - Lovedrive 074 Isaac Hayes - Doesnt Rain In London 075 Peter Tosh - Buk-In-Hamm Palace 076 The Slits - Typical Girls 077 Pharaoh Sanders - Midnight In Berkeley Square (Instrumental) 078 Blue Cheer - Girl From London 079 Sex Pistols - Satellite 080 Judas Priest - (The Hellion ) Electric Eye 081 UFO - Lights Out 082 Joy Division - Digital 083 Muse - Uprising 084 George Harrison - All Things Must Pass 085 Robert Palmer - Addicted To Love 086 Fine Young Cannibals - Blue 087 New Order - Blue Monday 088 Würzel - Midnight In London 089 Rod Stewart - Gasoline Alley 090 The Wildhearts - Down On London 091 Supertramp - Nothing To Show 092 Motörhead - Metropolis 093 Current 93 - Lucifer Over London 094 The Pogues - Dark Streets of London 095 The Cult - All Souls Avenue 096 The Jam - In The City 097 The Undertones - Teenage Kicks 098 Iggy Pop - Play It Safe 099 Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Jack the Ripper 100 The Cure - Lets Go To Bed 101 Suede - Animal Nitrate 102 Wire - field day for the sundays 103 Black Books TV Show - Opening Theme 104 Paul McCartney & Wings - London Town 105 Madness - Primrose Hill 106 The Troggs - No. 10 Downing Street 107 Iron Maiden - Gangland 108 PJ Harvey - The Last Living Rose 109 The Rollers - Soho 110 Electric Wizard - Lucifer's Slaves 111 The Buzzcocks - Just Lust 112 Doctor Who Theme Tune 1980 113 Cathedral - Fountain Of Innocence 114 Pretenders - Swinging London 115 Hanoi Rocks - Tooting Bec Wreck 116 Es - 'Chemical 117 Bee Gees - Trafalgar 118 The Peddlers - Under London Lights 119 Cliff Richard - The Young Ones 120 Big Audio Dynamite - Sightsee M.C 121 ABC - Tower of London 122 Accept - London Leatherboys 123 Pitchshifter - Please Sir 124 Portishead - We Carry On 125 John Lennon - Whatever Gets You Thru The Night 126 The Lurkers - Ain't Got a Clue 127 Iron Maiden - Die with your boots on 128 Siouxsie and the Banshees - Kiss Them For Me 129 Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - From Her to Eternity 130 The Jam - London Traffic 131 The Cranberries - Waiting In Walthamstow 132 The Kinks - Victoria 133 Heads Hands & Feet - Pete Might Spook The Horses 134 Whitesnake - Long Way From Home 135 Queensryche - London 136 Concrete Blonde - Walking in London 137 Deep Purple - Fireball 138 The Ruts - dope for guns 139 Wham! - Bad Boys 140 Generation X - One Hundred Punks 141 Joe Jackson - Down To London 142 Anti-Nowhere League - Streets of London 143 The Wildhearts - Shandy Bang 144 David Bowie - The London Boys 145 The Human League - Human 146 Cockney Rejects - East end 147 Dire Straits - Eastbound Train 148 Ian Drury - Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick 149 Sepultura - Filthy rot 150 The Jam - Down In The Tube Station At Midnight 151 Fine Young Cannibals - She Drives Me Crazy 152 Purson - Electric Landlady 153 Black Sabbath - Tomorrow's Dream 154 The Clash - Guns of Brixton 155 Blood Ceremony - Lord Of Misrule 156 Monty Pythons The Meaning of Life - Penis Song 157 Gentlemans Pistols - Hustler's Row 158 Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Relax 159 Jethro Tull - Cross Eyed Mary 160 The Yobs - The Ballad of the Warrington 161 Cradle of Filth - Principle Of Evil Made Flesh 162 Bruce Hornsby - The Black Rats Of London 163 Inspiral Carpets - How It Should Be 164 The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Foxy Lady 165 PETULA CLARK - WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL 166 Lush - Olympia 167 Hunters & Collectors - Blind Eye 168 Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now 169 David Bowie - The Man Who Sold the World 170 UK Subs - C.I.D. 171 Queen - Dont Stop Me Now 172 Bruce Dickinson - Accident of Birth 173 the clash - capital radio one 174 UB40 - Here I Am (Come And Take Me) 175 The Meads Of Asphodel - Guts For Sale 176 Horrible Histories: Savage Songs - Boudicca 177 Swallow the Sun - Labyrinth Of London (Horror Pt. IV) 178 Mad Professor - Ben Gone Wrong 179 Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better 180 Genesis - The Battle Of Epping Forest 181 The Damned - problem child 182 Squeeze - Cool For Cats 183 Manfred Mann - Belgravia 184 The Bee Gees - Walking Back to Waterloo 185 Pink Floyd - Waiting For The Worms 186 Madness - Victoria Gardens 187 Paradise Lost - Soul Courageons 188 YES - Roundabout 189 PJ Harvey - This Is Love 190 The Horrors - Jack The Ripper 191 King Crimson - Red 192 The Smiths - How Soon Is Now 193 Level 42 - Heathrow 194 Intaferon - Get Out Of London 195 Burt Bacharach - Bond street 196 David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust 197 The Clash - Londons Burning 198 Killing Joke - Follow The Leaders 199 Saxon - The Court of the Crimson King 200 Buzzcocks - Harmony in My Head 201 Fairport Convention - Fiddlesticks (Peel Session) 202 Napalm Death - Errors In The Signals 203 Empire - Hot Seat 204 Anathema - Shroud of Frost 205 Pitchshifter - Condescension 206 The Beatles - Hey Jude 207 Affinity - Highgate 208 KLF - 3 A.M. Eternal (Pure Trance) 209 Warren Zevon - Werewolves of London 210 David Axelrod - London 211 The Wombles - Wellington Goes To Waterloo 212 EastEnders Theme 213 Cathedral - Hypnos 164 214 Tom Jones - It's Not Unusual 215 Alan Moore with Tim Perkins - The Highbury Working A Beat Seance 216 Transvision Vamp - Sex Kick 217 Elton John - Tell Me When The Whistle Blows 218 Firebird - Bow bells 219 The Jam - A' Bomb In Wardour Street 220 Caravan - Waterloo Lily 221 Lord Sutch & Heavy Friends - Flashing Lights 222 David Bowie - Oh! You Pretty Things 223 Hot Chocolate - West End of Park Lane 224 Thames television ident 1984 225 Newtown Neurotics - Living With Unemployment 226 Peter Murphy - Cuts You Up 227 Suede - Metal Mickey 228 Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer 229 Killing Joke - The Gathering 230 Rolling Stones - You Can't Always Get What You Want 231 Kate Bush - Babooshka 232 Iron Maiden - The Prophecy 233 The Cure - Disintegration 234 The Damned - I Just Can't Be Happy Today 235 WIRE - Silk Skin Paws 236 Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets 237 Souixee & the Banshees - Cascade 238 Jethro Tull - Jeffrey Goes to Leicester Square 239 AC/DC - Rising Power 240 Alternative TV - Life After Life 241 Napalm Death - Deceiver (Peel Sessions) 242 Electric Light Orchestra - Last Train To London 243 Bucks Fizz - London Town 244 The Sweet - Blockbuster! 245 999 - Bent Cross 246 The Groundhogs - Split, Pt. 1 247 Bow Wow Wow - Go Wild in the Country 248 Blood Ceremony - Half Moon Street 249 Ming Tea feat. Austin Powers - BBC One 250 Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song 251 Big Audio Dynamite - EMC2 252 Crass - Banned from the Roxy 253 Sleaford Mods - Chaos Down In SoHo 254 Big Ben Chimes of Westminster, London 255 PJ Harvey - A Place Called Home 256 The Ruts - Staring at the rude boys 257 The Times - Whatever Happened To Thames Beat 258 Quincy Jones - London Derriere 259 Lush - Hypocrite 260 PIL - Reggie Song 261 The Style Council - You're The Best Thing 262 UK Subs - Dirty Girls 263 COIL - Slur 264 Frank Zappa - Dead girls of London 265 Iron Maiden - Prowler 266 The Slits - Difficult Fun 267 Killing Joke - Kings and Queens 268 Simple Minds - Chelsea Girl 269 Motorhead - Bomber 270 XTC - Towers Of London 271 Blitzkrieg - Hell to pay 272 Gryphon - Opening Move 273 The Challengers - The Streets of London 274 Peggy March - In Der Carnaby Street 275 The Damned - Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde 276 The Pogues - London You're a Lady 277 The Lords Of The New Church - Portobello 278 Rolling Stones - Hot Stuff 279 Joe Jackson - The Evil Eye 280 The Deviants - Garbage 281 Benny Hill Show - Wild Women 282 Suzi Quatro - Crash 283 Madness - day on the town 284 SHAKESPEAR'S SISTER - I Don't Care 285 Whitesnake - Wine Women An Song 286 Pink Floyd - Astronomy Domine 287 Rick Astley - Whenever You Need Somebody 288 Bauhaus - In the flat field 289 Dead Can Dance - In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated 290 Paul McCartney - Old Siam, Sir 291 Lush - De-Luxe 292 AC/DC - let's get it up 293 Sophia Loren & Peter Sellers - Bangers and mash 294 Black Sabbath - Childfren of the grave 295 Psychic TV - The orchids 296 Miracle - The Strife Of Love In A Dream 297 Carter USM - Lean On Me I Won't Fall Over 298 Screaming Lord Sutch - Jack the Ripper 299 WIRE - the 15th 300 Mott the Hoople - Honaloochie Boogie 301 Soft Machine - The Camden Tandem 302 Are You Being Served Theme 303 CATHEDRAL - Serpent Eve 304 Booker T. & The MG's - Carnaby Street 305 Culture Club - It's A Miracle 306 Motorhead - Nothing Up My Sleeve 307 Killing Joke - Money is not our God 308 Bronski Beat - Smalltown Boy 309 WIRE - Please take 310 Bananarama - Hey young London 311 The Jam - Carnaby Street 312 Catapilla - Charing Cross 313 The Shadows - Chelsea Boot 314 Ride - Chelsea Girl 315 The Damned - Grimly Fiendish 316 Marillion - Chelsea Monday 317 Slowdive - Celia's Dream 318 The Clash - Gates of the west 319 Thin Lizzy - Half Caste 320 David Bowie - I dig everything 321 VUUR - Days Go By - London 322 Elvis Costello - [I Don't Want To Go To] Chelsea 323 Uriah Heep - Walking in your shadow 324 Genesis - Invisible Touch 325 Amy Winehouse - Me & Mr Jones 326 Curve - Fait Accompli 327 Silverfish ‎- Crazy 328 Iron Maiden - Killers 329 Killing Joke - Ghost Of Ladbroke Grove 330 Sex Pistols - Anarchy In The UK 331 Paradise lost - remembrance 332 The Fall - Leave the Capitol 333 The Kinks - Waterloo Sunset 334 WIRE - Keep exhaling 335 The Peddlers - raining in London 336 Motorhead - damage case 337 10cc - Shock On The Tube (Don't Want Love) 338 Swervedriver - Rave Down 339 Spike Milligan - Tower Bridge 340 Phil Lynott - Solo In Soho 341 Adam and the Ants - Plastic Surgery 342 The Who - Pinball wizard 343 Pulp - Mile end 344 Generation X - Running with the Boss Sound 345 OMD - If You Leave 346 PiL - Public Image 347 Monty Python's Flying Circus TV show - theme song 348 Hall & Oates - London, Luck & Love 349 The Horrors - Three decades 350 Cathedral - Midnight Mountain 351 Killing Joke - glitch 352 Judas Priest - The Ripper 353 Air Raid Siren London Blitz 354 Dragonforce - Fury and the storm 355 Elastica - Connection 356 the Psychedelic Furs - Dumb waiters 357 Samantha Fox - Touch me 358 Wang Chung - Dance hall days 359 Kim Wilde - Water on glass 360 Siouxsie and the Banshees - Overground 361 Atomic Rooster - Tomorrow night 362 Fleetwood Mac - My Heart Beat Like a Hammer 363 Rainbow - Self Portrait 364 Billy Ocean - Love really hurts without you 365 Art of Noise - Beat box (division one) 366 Eurythmics - Never Gonna Cry Again 367 Samson - Grime Crime 368 Go West - we close our eyes 369 Ultravox - Saturday Night In The City Of The Dead 370 King Crimson - 21st Century Schizoid Man 371 Visage - Visage 372 Sandy Denny - Let's Jump The Broomstick 373 Brian Eno - Burning Airlines Give You So Much More 374 Fields Of The Nephilim - Blue water 375 Leftfield - Open Up 376 Blancmange - I've Seen The Word 377 Thomas Dolby - Flying north 378 Sisters of Mercy - Temple of love 379 Royal Orchestra - Royal Entrance Queen Elizabeth II 380 Pink Floyd - Goodbye blue sky 666 David Bowie - London Bye Ta - Ta

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Cater Diamond - Okay, pose!

You can unlock this story by getting Cater’s SSR Dorm Uniform.

Translation under the cut

Heartslabyul Dorm - Lounge

Cater: Heartslabyul's 2nd and 3rd years! Please gather around Trey~!!

Heartslabyul Student C: Yes! All the 2nd years are here.

Heartslabyul Student D: The 3rd years have gathered as well.

Trey: As I assume everyone knows already, the day of the "Unbirthday party" is nearing.

Heartslabyul Student A: Yay, it's time for the Unbirthday party!

Heartslabyul Student B: The sweet cakes, the high quality teas and the croquet tournament!

Cater: Come on, calm down everyone~ Pay attention to Trey!

Trey: Ever since "That incident", it seems people have gotten quite lenient at following the laws of the Queen of Hearts… The "Unbirthday party" is an important traditional event for the Heartslabyul dorm.

Cater: Let's properly prepare so we can have a happy and lively party. If we happened to arrive exhausted at the main event… Riddle will have your head~

Trey: Haha, yeah, that's true. Brace yourself and look forward to the "Unbirthday party".

Heartslabyul Students: Yes, vice dorm leader!!

Cater: Now we shall announce the division of our roles. The 1st years will paint the roses as usual. We will also have them maintain the venue and equipment of our traditional sport croquet.

Trey: Us 2nd and 3rd years, will be divided in three groups. The Trey group will stand in for the cooking. The dorm leader is especially picky about the cake. I will choose the members.

Cater: And the Cay group will be in charge for setting the tea venue. Let's make it cute and photogenic, and the tables chaotic and edgy.

Trey: The last group, the Riddle group, will manage the overall budget and management.

Cater: Me and Trey are also part of the Riddle group…boohoo.

Trey: Anyway, let's divide into groups and start our work.

Cater: Do your best everyone~

Heartslabyul Dorm - Tea Garden

Cater: Anyway, tomorrow's "Unbirthday party" is approaching. Let's start setting up the venue!

Heartslabyul Student A: Diamond, I brought the cutlery, like the knifes and the forks from the storehouse.

Cater: Thank you. Let's take a pic, you hard working 2nd year! Okay, pose! And upload to MagiCam without a delay! #RightBeforeTheUnbirthday #Cutlery #NRC #TheDayBeforeTheUnbirthdayAnythingCanHappen

Heartslabyul Student A: Uhm… senior, is it okay to upload pictures of the venue…?

Heartslabyul Student B: Diamond, I brought the tea sets.

Cater: Nice!!! This is the box with the authentic "teapots without pouring hole" .

/Snap

Cater: #RightBeforeTheUnbirthday #ChaoticTeaset #NRC #IsItAnyonesBirthdayRightBeforeTheUnbirthday

Heartslabyul Student C: Cater, I finished washing the tablecloths. I will start ironing them now!

Cater: Good job! How many clothes were there again?

/Snap

Cater: #RightBeforeTheUnbirthday #Tablecloth #NRC #CongratulationsToEveryoneWhoseBirthdayIsRightBeforeTheUnbirthday

Heartslabyul Student A: ….Hey, isn't Cater just nodding? The only thing he's doing is being happy?

Heartslabyul Student B: Honestly, he's not even doing anything?

Heartslabyul Student C: Ah. While we're carrying heavy luggage, he's just on his smartphone…

Riddle: You guys. How do the preparations of the party fare.

Heartslabyul Student A: Ah, dorm leader Rosehearts!

Heartslabyul Student B: Did you came to check on our group?

Heartslabyul Student C: Uhm…I regret to say it but…please look at Cater.

/Snap

Cater: Marvelous!!

/Snap

Cater: Excellent!

/Snap

Heartslabyul Student A: The party is still being prepared for, yet he's already in full swing. Is that alright?

Riddle: Hm…

/Walks over

Riddle: Cater!

Cater: Riddle…!?

Heartslabyul student A: Hehe…he's gonna get mad, he's gonna get mad.

Riddle: Cater, how is the preparation for the venue going?

Cater: Did you come to help me? How nice!! Let's make a memory with our dorm leader.

/Snap

Heartslabyul Student B: Huuuh!!

Heartslabyul Student C: Cater is so brave…!!

Riddle: The beauty of style is important for a tea party. I entrusted this to you, so please stay careful until the end. Then, I shall go and check up on Trey's group.

Cater: Understood. Say hi to Trey for me~

Heartslabyul Student A: The dorm leader is so… severe with seniors that procrastinate… Why was he not beheaded?

Heartslabyul Student B: Tch, to think that our strict dorm leader Riddle also partakes in friendship politics.

Heartslabyul Student C: Ah~ I don't care anymore~ It's fine if this playing house just falls apart…

Cater: Oh, the boxes you brought over contained jars designated for the jam. Those are super important! Then, everyone. Let's keep it up and have the best "Unbirthday party"!

Chapter 2

Heartslabyul Dorm - Tea Garden

The day of the "Unbirthday" party

Cater: Okay, all the preparations are ready. Let's start the "Unbirthday party"!!

Everyone: Congratulations!!!!!

Deuce: Pf~ We finally finished eating our quota. We can finally partake in Clover's cake.

Ace: Deuce, you have a quite the appetite~ I'm full after cleaning the failed cake of the 1st years.

Cater: Yay! 1st years, are you guys excited?

Deuce/Ace: Diamond/Cater.

Cater: Ace, is it your birthday today?

Ace: Mine? No, it's the 23th of september.

Cater: And Deuce?

Deuce: Mine? No, it's the third of june.

Cater: And my birthday is the fourth of february. Summarized, not today~ Congratulations on your "Unbirthday"!!!

Ace: Ah…uhm… yay to the "Unbirthday"…

Deuce: Y-You're not excited at all. Put more of your feelings in it.

Cater: Hey hey, why so down~ I came to thank you two for all your efforts behind the scene for the party. You guys had a lot of trouble until the opening.

Ace: The hedgehogs used for the corquet tournament escaped.

Deuce: Coincidentally, the flamingos also ran away.

Cater: And then there's the case where you first years expelled Trey from cake duties. On top of that, the handmade cake from the first years made Riddle explode.

Deuce: The whole cake thing started because of Ace.

Ace: It wasn't my fault. I just stated my opinoin that I wanted to see a bigger variety of cakes.

Cater: Okay guys. We will have a meeting in the evening with Trey where you can reflect over all the troubles… For now, let's enjoy our selfmade tea!

Deuca/Ace: Yes.

Deuce: In any case, this party sure has some strange rules.

Ace: When I tried to pour tea from the pot before me, a mouse was inside…

Cater: Sh. It's the etiquette for the mouse to sleep.

Deuce: There's a wide hole in the bottom of my teacup.

???: Then you should stack the cups and drink nya~

Che'nya: Actually the big one is the pot, the smaller is the cup. Who decided that?

Ace: Huh! A head is floating in the air! You are…

Deuce: Che'nya! Is it fine for anyone but the Heartslabyul students to be here?

Cater: Hey, Che'nyan. Your pants look like a cuttlefish as always!

Che'nya: I hate cuttlefish though. I’d rather eat mice nya~

Mouse: !!!!!??? Chuchu~~~~A cat!

Cater: Shit! Che'nya woke up the mouse in the pot.

Ace: Hey! Come here! Don't run and jump on the table! Ah, darn, that's so messy!

Deuce: Uh, according to the rules of the "Unbirthday party", we should paint the nose of the mouse in jam if he wakes up!?

Cater: You can get the jam later, you should first catch the mouse~~~!!

Che'nya: I'm a human that's like a cat. I don't eat mice nya~ That's why I'm dispersing now to eat Trey's cake~ Funfufu~~~!

Riddle: Well, then, it's finally time. Vice dorm leader.

Cater: Everyone, please listen to Trey.

Trey: With this, today's "Unbirthday party" has concluded! After the party, we'll clean up. Try to finish it by today.

Cater: The 1st years will clean the croquet venue and throw out the trash. The 2nd and 3rd years will wash the cutlery, and will dismantle the tea party's venue.

Riddle: The way you clean also has to adhere to the "Laws of the Queen of Hearts". The order to put especially the tea sets and the croquet tools in the boxes is fixed. Definitely store them away properly! Understood!

Everyone: Yes, dorm leader!!

Trey: The Trey group has finished washing the tableware and cutlery. I'll give them to the Cater group who are in charge of the storage.

Cater: Thank you, Trey. Cay group~ Let's follow the rules and properly store these things~

Heartslabyul Student A: Cater, we have a problem! We can't find the memo that explained how to storage the tea utensils.

Heartslabyul Student B: Is it fine to just put any tableware in any box…

Heartslabyul Student C: Furthermore, it's unclear if we even have all the cutlery and linen.

Riddle: What is this!? What are you doing with Heartslabyul's equipment that has an important lineage…Hnnnn…

Heartslabyul Student B: We apologize dorm leader, it was our mistake.

Heartslabyul Student C: However… the person in charge of us, Cater, was playing the whole time during the preparation.

Deuce: Those guys…

Ace: They're pushing away their own mistakes.

Heartslabyul Student A: Can you say that you properly managed everything?

Heartslabyul Student B: Cater, please answer!!

Heartslabyul Student C: Yeah, yeah!

Cater: …

Chapter 3

Heartslabyul Student A: The "Unbirthday party". The one who neglected his duty to manage the traditional tea utensils used for it…

Heartslabyul Student B: Cater, you're the one responsible.

Cater: …Right.

Heartslabyul Student C: Huh!?

Cater: Sorry. Sorry to everyone on the Cater group. It's a rare party. That's why I wanted to have fun without following some nagging orders. It does seem that I'm unsuitable to be a group leader. I'm very sorry.

Ace: Cater…

Deuce: …

Cater: And that was the inadequate Cay. Let's take one to remember this blue moment!

/Snap

Everyone: Huuuuh!!

Heartslabyul Student A: You're taking a selfie in this stiff atmosphere!?

Heartslabyul Student B: And uploading it to SNS!?

Deuce: He's of no use… He's at the terminal stage of a smartphone addiction…

Cater: I will post my feelings of regret on MagiCam later, so please check it out~

Heartslabyul Student A: Dorm leader Rosehearts, this doesn't comply with the "Laws of the Queen of Hearts", does it!?

Heartslabyul Student B: You should behead Diamond as soon as possible.

Riddle: …

Ace: Huh, wait.

Deuce: What is it, Ace?

Ace: Cater's MagiCam is amazing!!

Deuce: Huh!? What's up with you? This dorm has nothing but weirdos huh?

Ace: Listen till I'm done talking. Cater's MagiCam… He recorded all the preparations for the party.

Deuce: Huh? He didn't record the party itself, but the preparations? When I search through his MagiCam account…

Cater: A tea party until we have to clean up （> A <;） #NRC #Silverware #ChaoticTeaset #Tablecloth

Ace: You should try clicking on the # that separate each tag.

Deuce: Tag? Those things were the # is placed in front.

Cater: #RightBeforeTheUnbirthday #Cutlery #NRC #TheDayBeforeTheUnbirthdayAnythingCanHappen

Deuce: It has an image of how the preparations for the silverware were going attached!

Ace: And not only the cutlery.

Cater: #RightBeforeTheUnbirthday #ChaoticTeaset #NRC #IsItAnyonesBirthdayRightBeforeTheUnbirthday

Cater: #RightBeforeTheUnbirthday #Tablecloth #NRC #CongratulationsToEveryoneWhoseBirthdayIsRightBeforeTheUnbirthday

Deuce: In regards to the utensils, he has posted about them from opening the boxes until the setting.

Ace: You can check the amount and type of utensils, and their storage method by looking at this MagiCam, right?

Cater: Ace, what a nice idea! You really saved me~ Everyone at Hearstlabyul!!

Heartslabyul Students: Yes?

Cater: Won't you lend me a hand? Please confirm the amount of cups, pots and exclusive cases using my account as a reference! Please!!

Deuce: Understood!!

Ace: Treasure hunting like this became kinda fun.

Heartslabyul Student A: Tch… He was saved by luck. Cater….

Ace: Cater, I have all the types of silverware and the storage cases.

Deuce: Diamond, I'm done with sorting the strange-shaped teapots.

Cater: Thank you everyone! Now we just have to store each of them in the correct container and we're done. Now you can just leave it to me. If I remember correctly the automatic magic went like this… There!

Ace: Wow! The cups and saucers are flying!!

Deuce: And they're lining up so neatly!!

Cater: Tableware, thank you for today's service at the "Unbirthday party". Go back to your place without getting lost and rest peacefully.

Trey: Haha… that Cater. And to think that until just now he was bad at practical magic. He really has a talent for being efficient at everything if it's for his own sake.

Riddle: Good grief. What a self-interested guy.

Ace: Dorm leader, dorm leader, please don't forget that I helped Cater out in a pinch.

Riddle: Heh. Ace, don't you get carried away too easily?

Ace: Huh?

Trey: Perhaps it was Cater's intention to make a list of the tableware and upload it to MagiCam, don't you think?

Riddle: He just took advantage of the trouble and used people not in his group.

Trey: Not only that. Look at his follower count.

Ace: Ah! More than 100 people started following him! Students besides those from our year started following him at once…

Deuce: We got duped, Ace.

Trey: Haha. He's really… a self-interested guy. That one.

Cater: Hey, Ace~ Take a picture of me in full magic mode! I'll upload it to MagiCam later. Upping the output. One, two!

/Snap

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luvreyn · 3 years

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My Manhwa List (2020) Part 15

When the Villainess is in Love

When a young girl wakes up in the body of her favorite character, villainess Princess Libertia, the very first thing she decides to do is... fangirl her heart out! And why not? In a novel where all of her favorite characters are doomed to die, this is her chance to give them all a happy ending. But will the story play out as she expects when people start to see Princess Libertia in a new, forgiving light? One fangirl’s love might be what it takes to turn this villainess into a heroine!

Summary:

I’ve transmigrated into the body of a princess, living on borrowed time.

It’s okay, though, we can cure this illness!

My goal is to lead a life where I can do whatever I want!

First, I decided to rave over all of my favorite characters in the novel!

But, because I am a villainess, people around me tend to be wary…

“You will die soon, and yet… how can you laugh like that?”

Well, it’s ‘cus I’m super hot.

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- plot = 5/5

- art = 5/5 i so love the artttt

- i s e k a i i know i know i’m such a sucker for that

- plot twists!!!

- mc is relatable af

- memeables!!

- comedic gold

- mc and leyrin (fangirl mcs for the win!)

- the male leads are soooo great i stan

- verdict, highly recommended!!!

The Lady's Law of Survival

Summary:

“Please let me take over someone else’s body this time!” That was my request to the King of the Underworld upon my latest arrival. None of my previous incarnations made it past my 25th birthday, so the king promised that if I succeeded, he’ll grant me a long, healthy life. I asked for an existence filled with wealth and physical prowess that had no siblings and no complications with men… At least he fulfilled the first three! My name’s Lukina. Title: the Duke’s daughter. And my goal: survive past the age of 25!

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- did i already put this one in a list? i cant remember

- plot = 4/5

- art = 4/5 still not use to t

- same artist as miss not so sidekick!!

- comedic goldd

- memeable face!!

- go gurl!! show them what you’re capable of!!

- verdict, a good read!

To Love Your Enemy

Summary:

Having mastered the art of lying her way through life, Yeonhee Bae has vowed to leave her past behind and make a fresh start for herself by going to college at 24. But when she runs into someone who knows a secret from her past that could completely ruin her reputation, her hopes for a perfect life suddenly start to crumble. Amidst college gossip, crushes, and jealousy, can the two set aside their differences and embrace each other for who they really are?

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- so far it’s okay

- plot = 3.5/5

- art = 3.5/5

- i love the mc cause shes very capableee

- ml is adorable who respects women ok

- verdict, an okay re

The Newlywed Diary of a Witch and a Dragon

Summary:

After spending the night with a recent hire of the Tower of Magic, Wendy Blanchett, a talented young leader of the Rune Research Division, is faced with an impossible dilemma. She fears for her position and reputation when the newbie, Aiden Winters, asks her to marry him. Unbeknownst to Wendy, Aiden seems to have secrets of his own. Will their love blossom, or will his secrets tear them apart?

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- art = 5/5 cause this is what i noticed first and foremost

- plot = 4/5

- i know that image doesnt give really prove that the art is good

- i love the sly ml lmao

- ml is whipped

- i love that mc is a career woman

- verdict, an entertaining read!!

Back to Work!

Summary:

Jiyoon Cha is just trying to live her best life in spite of feeling unfulfilled by her corporate job and disillusioned with love. But what’s a woman in her 30s to do when the pressure to marry is high, her prospects are either her aloof supervisor or her juvenile, artist ex-boyfriend, and not even her perfect work friend can hold it together? Can a girl just have her chicken and beer in peace, or is that just a pipe dream?

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- give me more workplace setting!!

- art = hmm idk cause i dont hate it but i also dont love it so 3/5

- plot = 4/5

- relatable in so many ways

- mc is relatableee

- ml is a capable man ok he’s so handsome

- ^ subtle type so

- i need more slow burn romance!!!

- verdict, i need moreeeee!!!

#isekai #manhwa #The Newlywed Life of a Witch and a Dragon #To Love Your Enemy #love your enemies #The Lady's Law of Survival #When the Villainess Loves #When the Villainess is in Love #back to work #reynlist #reynslist #reyn.manhwarecs

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sambinnie · 3 years

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1. Happy Mabon! Every autumn, I forget that the darkness comes clanging down in a great rush in the mornings. One day, I am greeted by a pinking sunrise. 48 hours later, it’s so dark on my run to the river that I have to stop a passing runner and check the time, in case my disturbed sleep sent me dressing and leaving the house at 2am. This summer may not have given us those mornings where it’s so hot I can barely get out of the water, where those early hours feel like full silent days carved out just for me to sit in the light and wait for everyone else to wake up, where the only extra thing I put on to run home is my trainers — I look at my waiting winter gear, neoprene socks and gloves, head torch, two more thickening jumpers, hat, thermal mittens — but every season, every day, is beautiful.

Today we go early for celebrations, and the water is silky, and Orion hangs over us with his phallic sword dangling and Betelgeuse winking on one shoulder. The near-full moon spotlights us and I feel almost ready for the shortening days.

2. Hilary Mantel continues to be a literary god. How does she write with that clarity? How can I ever speak with her calm good sense and wit?

3. We have two main problems at the moment, as far as I can see. a) What we’re doing (“curating” our lives; twitter spats; purity spirals; division and isolation; wanting ‘debates’ that can only be won or lost; encouraging people to buy more things; trying to buy our happiness; letting marketers tell us how we feel about the world rather than encouraging major moral lessons from throughout the ages to challenge us on our weaknesses; refusing to accept that life is suffering; asking self-care to be a plaster for everything we don’t have) and b) what we’re not doing (joining together to stand against those with more money and power; protecting the people who have even less power and voice than we do as a matter of course; learning from history; protecting nature above all else; prioritising going for walks; learning to repair things and campaigning to make things repairable; having a basic belief in human dignity for all, not just those with whom we agree; accepting that truly, we are all different and no amount of shaming or disgust will change that; working to shape our societies, culture, economies, production, food supplies and communications around improving — not just sustaining — the air, water and land, and fighting to ensure all of those new shapes protect women and children).

Individualism has morphed into something so completely self-destructive that we’ve forgotten we need nature more than anything — literally, more than anything — and we need to unionise and unite and put aside differences and work together even with people we don’t like.

Because when there are wicked people in power, when it’s genuinely exhausting to think about all the corrupt, venal, toxic, divisive, false, and cruel things they have done since coming to power, those people love to watch everyone below pointing their fingers at one another, saying, You, You’re The Enemy, You’re The Problem, while corrupt populist leaders rub their bellies and chuckle at another promise broken, another mass death on their hands, another building site on a protected forest. Do you understand the stakes here? Do you understand that it’s actual survival? It’s not about being right any more, it’s not about besting someone in the argument. It’s about having decision makers who can not only ensure there is still food to eat and air to breathe, but that relations both within a country and between countries are built on care, and support, and compassion, and believing in human dignity. And while it sounds wishy-washy and hands-clappy it’s the schmaltzy, sentimental truth. It’s the only one, really.

If we instead continue to believe every single day that my feelings are the most important, that my beliefs are the right ones, that I’ve got to prove those baddies there are evil and awful and wrong, then honestly, what the fuck? If we’re happy to live in a country where hostile architecture is the starting point for all public builds, where we send refugee boats away from our shores, where affiliate links are a career goal, where we haven’t stormed the Daily Mail offices with accounts of all our lovely immigrant friends and family and had a huge feast together and compared our long and tangled family trees, then come on. It’s only a race to the bottom if we all keep running.

Because, pressingly, whatever the spark of a major global conflict — assassination, fuel shortages, hyperinflation, invasion — the kindling is almost always a populace fed pure hatred for months, for years, until they can’t even taste it anymore but are ready to spew it out again, and are ready to use another populace as the receptacle. And hatred is brewed up in silence and isolation, and in the ashes of bridges burned between disparate groups.

And on that note, I’m not a conspiracy theorist, mainly because I don’t believe governments are generally competent enough to manage Grand Plans, but it’s annoying that technology and social trends and culture have developed in such a way that no one knocks on anyone’s door for a chat as a matter of course now, that it’s a given that a ringing phone triggers anxiety, that it’s not the norm for cups of tea with your neighbours, that we don’t know each other’s neighbourhoods, that we don’t even talk on the phone, with live words and intonation and synchronised laughter, but in text, in WhatsApp chats, in tapped out words and symbols that we know can be screen-grabbed and misinterpreted, that we know are kept, filtered and sold by the tech companies. It’s not a conspiracy. It’s just a reality that every single one of us can choose to do differently.

Sometimes exactly the right thing comes along at the right time. All of us here watched About a Boy at the weekend, a film which is so wonkily weighted and oddly rhythmed, but a perfect depiction of everything I’m banging on about here. Hugh Grant’s character likes being alone. He’s happy that way. It suits him. It’s his choice. Then, between one thing and another, he finds himself drawn into a world of a suicidal single mother, a duck-murdering young boy, more single mothers, more tricky teens, plus exes and mothers-in-law and awkward support groups. And it turns out that actually, being with people is better. Being uncomfortable often develops you as a person. Constantly prioritising only yourself produces a waxen, pointless baby. Making shared sacrifices might just be the point of being alive. Remember that to be human is to be flawed. That no one is ever completely right, and no one is ever completely wrong. That the boring stuff makes us feel good, and the glossy stuff, if all we strive for is gloss, doesn’t.

If you want anything practical, here are the things that have really helped me over the last few years:

Writing a letter or email regularly to my MP, to CEOs of organisations, to anyone I want to communicate my strong feelings and how I’d like things to be done better. Tweeting eats your soul. It’s a horrible myth the media pretends is important. It really, really isn’t.

Inviting people to go in front of me in queues, in traffic, getting on to buses and trains. It lowers my stress levels right down.

Learning the names of my neighbours and people I meet regularly on walks and letting them learn mine. (I definitely haven’t just decided I loathe a neighbour because they cut a bird-hatching tree down in their garden on the last day of the year it was legal to do so. It’s fine.)

Joining a few political parties, and the closest thing I have to a union

Making something, anything — everything can be done with love, and learning to not get sucked into the capitalist conceit of having to make it perfect, sellable, exhibitable is a genuine gift to yourself; making a cake or a film or a coaster and not putting it on social media, letting it be ugly or serviceless and loving it anyway. I felt extremely overwhelmed the other evening, but instead of doom-scrolling I knitted a… I don’t know, something flat and woollen, and it helped to have my hands and eyes working on directionless introspective creation.

Trying to stop hating. Every time I want to tell a negative story in my head about someone, I attempt to turn it into something positive: how unhappy that person must be, what they must be missing out on. It’s so nauseatingly Pollyanna-ish, and of course it isn’t always successful, and of course every single day brings a hundred thousand examples of cruelty and injustice and wickedness, but the alternative only makes my life feel worse, so why would I indulge that?

Teaching myself the names of birds, trees, flowers, clouds and constellations. I’m still at the most basic levels on all of these, but the difference one feels in the world when you can name things — let alone use them and know their stories — is a very real sort of magic. (For that reason I hope to read this book very soon.) This episode of The Cut is also good on the wonder and power of learning the names of the weeds that grow in your nearest pavement crack.

4. Creating anything is always a gamble, isn’t it, but writing a book you actually like for once and seeing it slowly and beautifully sink to the bottom of a river never to be seen again is ever so slightly crushing. However, it turns out even Thom Yorke feels that way, so I am comforted.

5. I’m sure I’ve mentioned plenty of these before, but if you want some suggestions of where to find joy, here are my favourites from the last year or so:

I was given Lucy Easthope’s book, When the Dust Settles, for work recently, and I was surprised and delighted to discover the most uplifting, hopeful, human and rightfully angry book I’ve read in a long time. Do yourself a favour and preorder it. I bought this other book for my own birthday, gave it to a housemate to give to me, forgot about it, and was delighted to later unwrap He Used Thought As A Wife. Laughed a lot, cried twice. Marvellous.

Now even the youngest housemate here can recite John Finnemore sketches and sing the songs. Has also taught them various composers, gods, logical fallacies and gothic story tropes. Also v funny. Oh, Kate Beaton! Her two books (Hark! A Vagrant and Step Aside Pops) are a bit like a comic-book version of Finnemore, but swearier and sexier and utterly unsuitable for all the housemates who have read it and been educated about the Brontes, Katherine Sui Fun Cheung, Tom Longboat, Nancy Drew, Ida B. Wells, Sacagawea, and the Borgias.

Had to give Inside a restraining order against me for the sake of us all, but Bo Burnham’s Eighth Grade is a masterpiece of writing, acting, sound design and optimism. Spy is dumb action comedy polished to perfection, and Yasujirō Ozu’s Good Morning seems like the inspiration for almost all US arthouse films since 1990, and is also beautiful, funny, thoughtful, and good.

Taylor Swift’s Evermore, like all brilliant albums, isn’t completely perfect. But most of the songs are. And Hole’s classic Live Through This is still just ideal for turning up very, very loud after a tricky day, for the enjoyment of any neighbours who may have hacked down a bird-friendly tree on the last day of February.

Watched both series of Liam Williams’ Ladhood when I had a week off this summer, and really relished the location, the intention, and the writing. More please.

Miles Jupp and Justin Edwards continue to be my comforting bedtime listening in In and Out of the Kitchen. Has it ruined Nigel Slater for me? Well, a bit, but no more than any of us deserved.

I thought this would be a book I’d mumble through the first chapter of, then let get buried in my To Read pile, never to re-open. Instead, I found Whatever Happened to Margo? laugh-out-loud funny, drily written, and full of humanity. Excellent Women has made me want to read everything written by Barbara Pym, a goal I am slowly but surely working towards.

6. I’ve spent the last few years trying to find hazelnut trees, and finally found a copse between a car park and a play area, full of nuts the squirrels hadn’t noticed. Now I’ve found them, the spell has been cast and I see hazel trees everywhere, on walks and on pavements and running along motorway slip roads. A tray of green and brown frilled hazelnuts now dries with the laundry. They are so beautiful.

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Have You Read This? The Election of 2020

Like many of us, I watched Hamilton on July 4th, 2020 – our nation’s birthday. I met the day with mixed emotions as the spirit and character of our nation as of late did not seem appropriate to celebrate.

As I watched the story about many of the nation’s founding fathers and first leaders unfold, I was struck by the parts of their personal trials and tribulations that went beyond their contribution to the nation. Hamilton was the first politician to be involved in a sex scandal; Layfette – an immigrant, unafraid to step in and become America’s favorite fighting Frenchmen; Washington – a slave owner willing to admit “it probable that I may have committed many errors;” Jefferson – gained wealth profiting from the work of slaves, one of which he fathered six children with after making her his mistress. Burr – the untried murderer of Alexander Hamilton, whom he killed while still holding office as the third Vice President of the United States. In short, a hot mess of moral contradictions. I have been listening to the Hamilton soundtrack ever since my first viewing on July 4th, and realized a number of lines in various songs could be strung together to reflect my perception (key word: my) of the current political climate. Over the last week or so, I finally sat down to string all of those poignant lines together (with a few liberties for relevant context), a lyrical short story I have dubbed, The Election of 2020 (seen further down, further down). The beauty of democracy that is reborn during election seasons is our ability to get a fresh start, gain new perspectives, correct past wrongs, and continually better this land of the free for generations to come. I saw a quote recently that described voting as not so much like trying to find the perfect partner for marriage, but rather like using a bus for public transport. Voting is a map of bus routes that you must choose from in order to get from point A to point B. There may not be one specific bus that is going to your exact destination, but that doesn’t mean you stay at home and give up on travel entirely. Voting is not about waiting for “the one” candidate who is absolutely perfect. Instead, you choose to get on the bus that gets you closest to where you want to be. I know and love many republicans and democrats that have used the privilege of voting to get us all closer to where we want the nation to be. To me, where we are right now does not seem to fit under either traditional party umbrella – no, it’s much more like an umbrella that has been turned inside out and torn apart by a calculated hurricane of divisive and selfish endeavors. Perhaps more than ever before, this is the time to reassess our voting bus routes that will get us from point A to point B. Are we moving from indifference to tolerance? Hate to love? Despair to hope? Chaos to consistency? Negligence to protection? Moreover, before you get on your bus of choice, remember the route is designed to get the whole of our nation where we want it to be. Not just for me and not just for you. For all of US – as in, all of the United States. We will never all agree, I know this, but in spite of these disagreements, I am reminded of the hope that comes from the story of Hamilton. Even 244 years into this nation’s story, despite many dramatic peaks and valleys, the journey to our shared, happily ever after epilogue lives on. It lives on in me, in you, and in every vote cast to get us where we want to be. Regardless of how your vote is cast, the courage to reexamine your route and get on that bus… well, that would be enough.

The Election of 2020

“America, you great unfinished symphony A place where even orphan immigrants Can leave their fingerprints and rise up We’re running out of time Eyes up Time's up Wise up He's not the choice I would have gone with History will prove him wrong Winning was easy for him Governing's harder Welcome, folks, to a dysfunctional administration! He stands only for himself It's what he does I can't apologize because it's true Have it all, lose it all The President is gonna bring the nation to the brink He’s the villain in our history Frankly, it's a little disquieting that so many are blind to this reality He doesn’t have an ounce of regret He accumulates debt, he accumulates power Yet in our hour of need, he forgets Ardently abuses his post It's hard to listen to him with a straight face Watching the tension grow He cannot be left alone to his devices Indecisive, from crisis to crisis Stay alive 'til this horror show is past We're gonna fly a lot of flags half-mast Chaos and bloodshed already haunt us How many died because he was inexperienced and ruinous? We're too fragile to start another fight Where do we draw the line? Someone oughta remind him We're running a real nation Him and his words, obsessed with his own legacy His sentences border on senseless And he is paranoid in every paragraph How they perceive him Let future historians wonder How he tore so much apart And watched it all burn I wish I could say what was happening in his brain He's not very forthcoming on any particular stances Ask him a question: he glances off, he obfuscates, he dances I will not equivocate on my opinion I didn't say anything that wasn't true His father's a scoundrel, and so, it seems, is this dude He is uniquely situated by virtue of his position Though 'virtue' is not a word I’d apply to this situation He seeks financial gain, straying from his sacred mission And the evidence suggests he’s engaged in speculation Why does he assume he’s the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude will be his doom He knows nothing of loyalty Smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty Desperate to rise above his station Everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation See how he lies Look at his eyes Follow the scent of his enterprise If we don't stop him, we aid and abet it Watching him grabbin' at power and kissin' it Somebody has to stand up to his mouth What do we stall for? If we stand for nothing, what'll we fall for?

Be careful with that one He will do what it takes to survive No one knows who he is or what he does His pride will be the death of us all God, we hope he’s satisfied This man has poisoned our political pursuits Destroyed our reputation I can almost see the headline, his “career” is done Ya best go run back where ya come from! This dude is out! You ever see somebody ruin their own life? History obliterates In every picture it paints It paints him and all of his mistakes It's him against us, the world will never be the same He better get ready for the moment of adrenaline Try not to crack under the stress When he finally faces his opponent They’ve fought on like seventy-five different fronts He smacks others in the press and doesn’t print retractions We're breaking down like fractions But when all is said and all is done I have beliefs, he has none Gotta get us out of the mess he’s got us in There’s a reason no one trusts him No one knows what he believes I get no satisfaction witnessing his fits of passion The way he primps and preens and dresses like the pits of fashion Our poorest citizens, our farmers, live ration to ration As Wall Street robs 'em blind in search of chips to cash in He’s askin' for someone to bring him to task While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket But the sun comes up And the world still spins I hear wailing in the streets There is suffering too terrible to name This is not a moment, it's a movement Are we a nation of states? What's the state of our nation? The issue on the table: We are engaged in a battle for our nation's very soul I’m past patiently waitin'. Let’s passionately smash every expectation For the first time, I’m thinkin' past tomorrow. We're gonna rise up - time to take a shot This nation better rise up Raise a glass to freedom Something they can never take away No matter what he tells us Look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now But we'll never be truly free Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me Seek out injustice in the world and correct it Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners And the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We laugh and we cry And we break But can l be real for a second? For just a millisecond? We gotta make an all-out stand Get him out of power So he holds no office We are a powder keg about to explode We gotta stop 'em and rob 'em of his advantages Let's take a stand with the stamina God has granted us We pick and choose our battles and places to take a stand We will fight for this land Summon all the courage that’s required Be a part of the narrative The story they will write someday How we emerged victorious Leaving the battlefield waving Betsy Ross' flag higher No one has more resilience Let’s move under cover and move as one We have one shot to live another day Don’t throw away this shot We will fight up close, seize the moment and stay in it And so the American experiment begins again We bleed and fight for the next generation We'll make it right for them If we lay a strong enough foundation We'll pass it on to them, we'll give the world to them For a strong central democracy We may never all agree, but There's only one man and woman Who can give us a command so we can rise up Throwing verbal rocks at his mediocrities What do you stall for? What was it all for? We studied and we fought For the notion of a nation we now get to rebuild Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness We fought for these ideals; we shouldn't settle for less I don't pretend to know All the challenges we’re facing But this once, take a stand with pride This is not the time to stand to the side Stand with us in the land of the free To get the people that we need to lead We need the votes We need bold strokes When there’s skin in the game, stay in the game We don't get a win unless we play in the game We may get love for it We may get hate for it We get nothing if we wait for it I wanna build something that's gonna outlive me I dream of a brand new start I want real leaders that can save the day We won't be invisible We won't be denied If we get this right The nation can start to move on It outlives us when we’re gone We are the one thing in life we can control We are inimitable, true originals We can’t stand still Or lie in wait We don't wanna fight, but We won't apologize for doing what's right Together we can turn the tide If we manage to get this right They'll surrender by early light We have no control Who lives, who dies, who tells our story But I know that we can win I know that greatness lies within us But remember from here on in History has its eyes on me and History has its eyes on you”

(All Lyric Credits: Hamilton: An America Musical. Performances by Lin-Manuel Miranda, Daveed Diggs, Renée Elise Goldsberry, Jonathan Groff, Christopher Jackson, Jasmine Cephas Jones, Leslie Odom Jr., Okieriete Onaodowan, Anthony Ramos Phillipa Soo, and Original Cast Company. Atlantic Records, 2015.)

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