Aug. 18th, 2018

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“What are you gonna do, turn me?”

- McCullum right before getting turned (via pale-skin-and-echoing-sadness)
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…Yoruichi-san… It’s just like you told me. Being a captain… seems interesting.
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iamthelastdollophead:

Guys please help the people affected by the floods in Kerala. They say it is raining over 250% than it should have. As of now 324 people are dead and 20 million people are affected. I am trying to find ways for people outside India to help, though for now I only know of people who are seeking help. 

Most of the world probably doesn’t even know where Kerala is, and I don’t know if this will even reach international media, but things are really horrible, so any little thing would help. 

The government’s relief page  (Be warned, they will ask for your identity)

Rapid Response (Even sharing on facebook counts as a donation)

Big Basket (an online grocery store/supermarket thing) is sending an essential pack for like $2. But I don’t know if you can use it internationally. I can only access it through my app. But it is likely to be of most help esp after seeing news updates like this

Okay, I know we hate Amazon, but NGOs have added wishlists which you can buy for them through Amazon. 

If you know of other relief organizations, they are probably likely to help, so it wouldn’t hurt to contact them

You have no idea HOW MUCH you can help with very little. To put it in perspective, when I worked in Kerala, my salary was ₹1500 a month, which is $21.5 a month. A single dollar could easily feed 2 or 3 people. Please, I beg of you, consider it. If you can’t donate, I understand, but a share may help too. 

https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/kochi/kerala-floods-2018-live-news-updates-pm-modi-announces-rs-500-crore-relief/liveblog/65433291.cms
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I made the mistake of rereading some of @sparklecryptid ‘s ‘future selves dragged back in time via runes’ ficlets while watching a FFXV GMV and this was spawned.

So, have an AU were an Ardynson Nyx - having outlived his father and Noctis and Regis, having lived to see the dawn again, who is scarred and broken but has taken his father’s place as King of the Forgotten - is dragged back in time for a short while when younger!Nyx accidentally bleeds on some hidden runes in the throne room (thinking this only works cause Nyx is connected to the land in a way that royals haven’t been in centuries).

@hamelin-born @distressedherbalist

Keep reading

  ardynson au time travel Nyx is looking at his older self - looking at this *broken* man who has become a King - and he doesn’t need words he knows that there is only one thing that could put that look in his eyes only one lost that could hit him so hard as to break him and maybe Older!Nyx regrets not being there for his father when he died - regrets not giving the man that comfort or maybe this is a Nyx that killed his father at the mans request - and is telling his younger self to do it again because it broke him - but it helped his father and Nyx has always put his loved ones before himself everyone is confused at first and then they see the resemblance between Ulric and this older man This Older man who Regis et al recognise as a royal and then Nyx calls him ‘Your Majesty’ and they’re confused but it makes sense based on what they see of the man but they have so many questions that they want answers and they want those answers now I half wanted to make Somnus/Bahamut appear and attack Older!Nyx so he could show off his armiger maybe make it happen to younger Nyx - so they can see the Prince behind the glaive?  hmmm (damn it brain - I have enough AU’s!) (hopefully I can go back to writing for Cruellest Cut now that this is outta my head) 

@charlottedabookworm

I’M SCREAMING IN UTTER GLEE. Let alone the fact that this is well-written and so perfectly in character - my brain has been working overtime just pouring through the various implications - both of this visit, and all the avenues it could unfold into.

Because one thing I never really realized until I read through this story is that, technically, you could make a claim that Nyx is legally in line for the Throne of Insomnia. Disregarding the entire argument about whether or not the line of Somnus are technically usurpers with no real claim to the throne (potentially true, but since it’s been more then a hundred generations they’ve become established and no one really cares) - Nyx is a Lucis Caelum by blood. He has the magic, and that’s really the one truly quantifying aspect that makes a Lucis Caelum - he could be quantified as fourth in line to the Throne of Insomnia, with the line of succession reading Regis -> Noctis -> Ardyn -> Nyx.

And, more to the point - after the Long Night, after the deaths of the reigning Lucis Caelums, after the death of his father - he would be the only one left.

Nyx, the King of Solheim. Because borders mean nothing, really. Not anymore. Not after the Night, when everyone is scrambling and scratching and desperately trying everything in their power to survive. Nyx doesn’t want to be King. Desperately wants nothing more then to - then to grieve, to find some kind of healing. But they need the magic, they need a symbol, so he’s thrust on the throne in short order - and it’s Nyx, who faces the long, arduous task of building civilization up from the ashes again, of fixing - everything. 

The irony is such that he wants to laugh. He does laugh, because if he doesn’t he’ll start screaming.

Current!Nyx is going to be facing so many questions. Questions that, at the moment, he really doesn’t want to answer - all he wants to do is sit with his face in his hands and try and wrap his brain around the revelation that, in one reality, he’d been thrust on the Throne and forced to rule. Forced to be a King. (He very much does not want to be a king, for all that his father had trained him to be one). But he doesn’t have time for that. He’s going to be locked in interrogation while his background file is gone over with a fine-toothed comb and his genetics are ruthlessly compared to the ruling line of Lucis Caelums, and - Nyx really wants Ardyn. Wants to know that his dad is still alive. 

He promised, after all. To pass on a message from his older self to their father.

(And oh, Ardyn will be - terrified and sad and proud and despairing at the news, at the security photo Nyx manages to sneak him - because this is his son, so terribly broken, so terribly hurt, but it is his son as the King of Solheim, and some corner of Ardyn can’t help but be proud.)

They’re not going to find anything in Nyx’s genetics. As you yourself have pointed out, it’s been two thousand years - for all intents and purposes, he isn’t really related to Regis and Noctis at this point, or at least no more or less then the rest of Eos is. There are probably people who refuse to believe that he’s related to the royal family, people who kick up a stink that this Galadhian dares to claim any kind of connection, that this is obviously a trick -

Nyx, from where he’s been dragged in front of them, looks at them, and lets his eyes go golden as he calls the magic. His magic.

The sound of shattering glass is loud in the air as the Armiger - Nyx’s Armiger, the indisputable proof that he is a Lucis Caleum - shimmers into existence. And oh, but Nyx’s eyes are black and gold as he simply looks at the people across from them.

“My family split from King Regis’ almost two thousand years ago, but we kept the magic. And the name, although I have my mother’s because Galadh is matrilineal” Nyx’s eyes drift, momentarily, in the direction of the Crystal, of Bahamut’s ceaseless babble. “My father is Ardyn Lucis Caelum.”
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Me flying Spirit I ain’t never doing that again

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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Icelandic sheep

Where are they GOING

TO VALHALLA
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polar-solstice:

The first time I met my boyfriend’s grandparents, I was terrified. First, I really wanted them to like me, and second, he told me they were pretty religious. They’re Roman Catholic, but I’m Jewish, and I didn’t get the impression from the rest of his family that that would upset them, but I wasn’t sure they’d be chill with us dating, and I’m always afraid of those unconscious, anti-semitic micro-aggressions. 

Sure enough, within an hour of meeting me they asked if I was religious, in a way that was obviously asking if I had a religion, and which one it was. I calmly told them I was Jewish, and my boyfriend’s grandmother lit up. Her mother was a Syrian who moved to Brooklyn in the early 1900′s and she grew up in a Syrian and Jewish community in Brooklyn and boy wasn’t it nice to have someone around who could help her with her Jewish pastry. It was really pleasant. His grandfather was mostly quiet. 

After lunch, he and I shared a cup of coffee and some cookies and I told him about my brothers. He asked if my mom was ok with me dating a gentile. And then he looked around, saw we were alone for a sec, and asked me to follow him out to the garage. In the garage he asked me to take an old picnic basket down from off a cabinet. And then he told me to open it. The moment the lid came off I knew. I knew that shade of red. He told me to take it out and lay it across the floor. It was a Nazi flag. Not just a Nazi flag, but one that was big enough to fly outside a government office, like a massive one. I laid it out, ice in my veins, trying to figure out what was about to happen next. And then he told me to take my shoes off and stand on it. 

He told me his vision wasn’t good enough to get into the army, so he snuck on a ship and figured that they’d have to deal with him when he was in Europe, and that’s what happened. He told me he went because they all knew it was bad, and he wanted to help. He told me he took the flag off of some dead Nazis. He told me to go home and tell my mother that I was safe with these goyim she’d never met, that I was loved and welcome and that they’d fight for me. He told me “Never Again”.

He passed away a few years ago, and only after his death, cleaning out his closets did we find his old patches and look up his division. This quiet man who said very little but always shared a cup of coffee with me after lunch was in an anti-tank division, and he and his division liberated camps in Poland. He saw the horrors, first hand. 

Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. Today is a day to reaffirm our promise of “Never Again”. Today is a day to remember that the only way for things to get better is to fight. Today is a good day to punch a Nazi. Do it for me. Do it for Grandpa Rocco. Do it for the world. 

Well, I’m crying now.
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mechalesbian:

not to be horny on main or anything but can somebody please come and fight back-to-back with me against a demon horde and make out afterwards while we’re both still covered in blood and clutching our weapons

@hamelin-born

Fae!Cor ghost wrote this.
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witchfromthemidwest:

I CLAIM THAT SHIT

AMEN
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