Do you think soldiers of L'manburg still remember Tommy as this war hero and meet at a bar and go:
"Yo I saw the general and I heard he came back to life and also killed that Green Guy two times and is good friends with the riches people of the server and the Angel of Death"
"I saw him being under the protection of a machine the warden created"
"Holy shit I heard he has a pet spider!"
"A big one?"
"MASSIVE DUDE!"
Tommy "i am so traumatised my therapist has trauma" innit but all the Slodiers only see their General that won L'manburg its freedom and are in awe of everything he does
"I heard he committed to peace now. Refusing to use the most dangerous weapons and only using low quality ones"
"And he STILL kills mobs easily!"
"I heard he is childhood friends with a powerful demon..."
"Isn't the murderous fairy of the woods also fond of him?"
"Damn."
"I saw the Angel of Death promising his aid to him..."
"You mean the guy that blew our nation up?" "Yeah"
"Mf our General is a madman! (Affectionately)"
They end up exchanging stories about how kind and badass Tommy is
Soldier 1: "He offered me some carrots when I passed by"
Soldier 2: "I heard he isn't that well of rn tho..."
Solider 1, starts crying: "He shared despite not having much himself??!!"
ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
I don't know who they are [the people buried]. Every time I pass by here, I stop and say hello. We found them weeks ago lying and covered in their own blood in the middle of the road, two young men in the flower of their youth seemed as if they are sleeping. We buried them in the eastern region of Al Saraya.
I am sorry to all the unidentified martyrs. I am sorry to every martyr we did not bury till now. I am sorry to all the martyrs we couldn't register the names of or save their pictures. I am sorry to every martyr who offered his soul for the land [Gaza/Palestine] and wasn't given his own grave to rest in. I am sorry to my friend Refaat @/itranslate123 who has been under the rubble for 40 days and still is. I am sorry once to the martyrs we know, and a thousand times for those we don't.
END OF TRANSLATION
The idea of having a loved one killed and buried without my knowledge is terrifying. However, it is the reality of many Palestinians who bury unidentified martyrs, and the Palestinians who cannot find their family members and do not know whether they're still alive or not. We must keep talking about Palestine, and we must keep exposing the crimes of the Israeli occupation!
do not stand at my grave and weep
As the police escalate violence, beat and attack students and professors, and conduct mass arrests, student protesters should know their rights.
Here is the link to the National Lawyer's Guild booklet for protesters.
If you plan on going out to support the protests, please take some time to read through this and know your rights.
I just finished all the trigun manga in 2 days because of goddamn Bigolas Dickolas and I have So Many Thoughts I am going to die if I don't write them down somewhere.
Por favor no le digas a mi padre.
No le digas que he visto un cadáver,
no le digas que fui a admirarlo,
no le digas que quise tocarlo.
Por favor no le digas que me vi
en sus ojos reflejada,
no le digas que fui su mano a tocarla
y que fría aún no estaba.
Por favor no le digas
que no llamé a la policía
que solo me quede admirando
mientras la noche aún seguía.
Por favor no le digas que me fui
mientras este ahora sonreía
ya que por fin
se ponía a enfriar.
Modern Sherlock Holmes but he’s a 27 year old, drinks energy drinks only, is astonishing polite and has no idea how the solar system works because it was never relevant to a case but can name every every person involved in making Super Mario Bros because he did need that for a case once.
Watson is continuously appalled about his eating habits and makes vague posts on Twitter that ends in threads like
Watson: “My roommate noticed only today that he can label his email inboxs but took apart his entire bloody laptop two weeks ago.”
Person: “This reminds me of the post about the roommate who couldn’t turn on the coffee machine but remembers like 500 numbers of pi”
Watson: “I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same roommate.”
Her lips are like alcohol
They leave a burning sensation after I kiss her
And they make me feel as if I am commiting a sin
But if I really am,
Then isn't she worth sinning for?
Isn't a love as twisted and wrong as ours worth it?
Isn't it enough to know that when I wake up the next day she will be by my side?
My darling.
I love you.
I love the scars in your arms,
I love your loud laugh, always appearing at the worst moments,
I love your voice,
I love the stories that you write for me,
I love how you look in that dress that you hate so much,
I love your reflection in the mirror
and that you always refuse to see it,
I love that you've never told me you loved me,
but still showed me that you do.
I love you,
I love you,
I love you.
god himself cannot save you people from my powers of lyric association. jayvik × Ezra bell edit be upon ye
He made wilbur stay in the viewing platform to witness his suicide and the destruction of what they had made together. He made him philza, the pressure plate the button, to prove a point. To defuse the bomb, wilbur. Holy fucking shit