the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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what's especially funny about #273: I AM WRITING IT. but:
backwards and in my primary; it helps alot as i am establishing parts here and there, give myself hints for what had happened before -- little things like , initial reactions; moreover, which characters will, um. Wright wasn't very thoughtful of her affairs, people have bets for with who she will end up with -- and that silliness helps her to carry on, hiding from everyone, creating more gossip and finishing it; has fun explaining to Sharp why she's late when it's plain obvious; not that he cares beyond reasonable, but he is relieved to know the caliber of her troubles gradually improved, became of a lovesick adolescent she must had been for all this time;
OneNote has quite a lot of things going about.
The Scar part of the story, that screamed Sharp whatever it was with Wright, she was a wanted person by the very unsavory, violent people, and for a reason she barely understood herself; Roland Oaks rescue, that initially started Sharp's path for becoming a mentor to someone because Wright was both scathing and naive; The December of 1890's, when Wright practically borrowed his badge, had massive support from local vendors standing up for hamlets, saved her peers multiple times -- and lost it all to the bottle at around Christmas because Ruth Singer told her things that totally made sense, in a world, where Ministry would sent aurors out to Hogsmeade after the troll attack.
Wright is a tough girl. She is also 15. Good she can be responsible and resourceful. Bad she tried to become the hero of a storybook she imagined wizarding world to be; Sharp couldn't dissolve the illusion sooner, to prevent her downfall -- and that assumption, that she is naive rather than light-headed -- was crucial lack of judgement.
It wasn't complacency but a terrible reliance on luck. Have to much of it, and you'll become reckless; go somewhere dangerous unthinkingly, pray, that your skill is as imperishable as luck is ephemeral.
Her fall wasn't that bad but it became clear: she takes a hit like this again, -- a scratch on her sense of self-integrity, where standing up for someone is a vital part of up-keeping the hearth of something she'd call 'home for thoughts', -- she is defeated.
At this point, Sharp was aware of the Trials and he didn't care because nor Eleazar, neither Keepers were paying any attention for the signs Wright gave off all the time. She was navigating in waters many people his age would avoid; she didn't explain why must she.
What was it so alluring about Unforgivable Curses she'd mentioned she might have learned about the fourth curse, unlisted. What was it stuck on her mind that she couldn't concentrate enough to brew; why would she be so concerned the Draught of Peace will not ever be able to ease it. What is wrong with you.
What is your ancient magic.
Why do you think, again, it is ancient.
It is not Trials that keep you up at night. What is it. Put your wits to use. Think. Me, asking you silly questions, should be an indication for something, shouldn't it.
tldr; somewhere around Christmas, a week after the Trial and letting Sharp into know, full down in the bottle, she'll fill it back with her soul, telling Sharp a lot of terribly sensitive things.
How she was tired; in fear for her friends, who suddenly needed thee Dragon Story of their very own; that she couldn't brew the Draught of Peace at the last class of the year because of all this and the fact, she couldn't share everything, anything with anyone without being talked back or accused of something, soothed and Godrick's Heart! But Back To GoBlins, felt incredibly lonely and that the only comfort she'd had was the silent company of Sharp's classroom and himself grading papers, not asking any questions but sharing pumpkin pastries, just like her deceased father used to do when he was busy with both work and looking for an untended kid on a ship.
TLDR2; Sharp will presume, when people open up like she did, when their past is anything but happy-go-lucky memories, they can't be left alone in the face of their deepest fears; he must be, must've been more attentive. He failed at it, despite being aware the most.
The bloody ship blew up again.
Hogwarts had its penchant for rumors. If those were about Wright, perhaps many of them were actually true; she could very well defend herself but her abilities, powers, whatever it was wrong about her, took a toll on her and had given her responsibilities she wasn't ready for to hold but tackle. He decided, he must be around for her to not waste her life away, for comfort and peace of mind. Screw her talents. Skill is gained, nobody's born ready; he can ensure she will go through the rest supervised and allowed mistakes again.
She has decades upon decades ahead of her. She doesn't need any of this at her 15. There is no need rushing forward; there shouldn't be any shame in asking for help nor fear. Eleazar, what have you done; Matilda was all-right about you, I should've listened.
Black isn't the man she has to see as a threat; in all of the student body, he always has a thing or two to say to her! She doesn't risk her paycheck starting an argument; she has all the gossip to riddle him with and out of her sight. I wish, I could've done this all the time but, there's a catch: she will not dare, because Eleazar told her so, because Phineas must be a scarecrow-turning-Death should he learn about ancient magic. The topic everyone hates, or has a disdain for, or unflinchingly recognize as ramblings of a man with little hopes left. Unfathomable. She couldn't have asked for a better mentor. P.S. Dinah, don't @ me.
tldr;
Rookwood's disclosing he knew her mother and that he wished to hunt her down after she rejected the offer to join the ranks, like a fox, in a death run; Ranrok's taking Fig's life; Wright took these remaining two hits in the span of hours.
That bloody ship exploded and took the dock with it. For fuck's sake.
Wright is tough. She was there for all of them. Time for everyone to be there for her.
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Bonus:
Some tracks that overlaps between Sharp's and Wright's respective playlists.
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i see this jason todd who actually looks his very young age (instead of the 30yr old man that comics like to portray)
and feel my heart breaking just imagining bruce beating him up, almost killing him, mind-breaking him, and just overall being a total piece of shit father towards him.
a huge chunk of the reason why people don't view bruce's actions towards jason as abusive or wrong is because jason doesn't look his age. he's drawn to be this 35yr old father of three who looks even older than dick (and way too on par with bruce) that people see their fights as one between batman and any of his regular rogues. when they fight, it just looks like batman is fighting a man his age and not an actual young person. it doesn't look like batman is fighting his son who's barely even drinking age (and who def wasn't drinking age in utrh). their fights are portrayed in a way that eliminates the very real power struggle between them.
this applies to jason's entire character as well. a lot of people don't sympathize with how he died or his actions as robin or his fights with the other bats because he doesn't look his age. he always looks older and scarier than everyone else. tim has many sympathizers from the titans tower incident because jason just looked like a grown man fighting a 12yr old (even tho i disagree, tim was built and like 17 lmfao).
anyways, i just wish comics would actually draw jason to look his age, which literally ranges from 19 to early twenties. he's young- so young, and it's so annoying to see him drawn and written as someone older than even bruce.
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