i Really wanna know what happened in this legal case
sonic legally forbidden from sobbing
for really great context that panel where Sonic’s crying uncontrollably is supposed to be because his two young kids have been completely erased from existence
I was actually gonna scroll past this but no. Everyone needs to see and reblog this. I will never be desensitized to this act against humanity…40 CHILDREN…not on this Earth anymore…because of the United States
The bomb dropped on a school bus in Yemen by a Saudi-led coalition warplane was sold to Riyadh by the US, according to reports based on analysis of the debris.
The 9 August attack killed 40 boys aged from six to 11 who were being taken on a school trip. Eleven adults also died. Local authorities said that 79 people were wounded, 56 of them children.
I’m honestly seeing Dante in this behaviour – much like “poetric battles” or “sitting on a flaming demon tail”, no? XD Just watch how Nero sits all relaxed in front of that boss fight demon (Goliath?), that’s one hundred percent Dante material.
I also like the thought of Vergil (if alive, if back) just taking one look at his son and brother and being like “Great, two of those, ugh” lol
Just imagine Vergil getting so sick of their antics that at some point he just mutters, half serious, “I have no son”, under his breath.
But Nero hears him and just immediately goes, “oh yeah? That mean Dante can finally sign those adoption papers?”
Meanwhile Dante is laughing his ass off and grins, “Shit, I always wanted a little girl, but I guess you’ll do!”
The two of them laugh like idiots while Vergil refuses to acknowledge their existence for the next few hours.
I remember years ago listening to a doctor speak on the radio and something stuck with me ever since. I’m paraphrasing but the gist was this:
When someone who has been sad, distant, not themselves for a while suddenly starts going out of there way to see people, often giving them gifts or possessions don’t assume they got ‘better’. This is the time to really ask them if they are okay; to reach out and not simply accept the answer of ‘fine’ or ‘great’ or ‘never better’. Because for some people the relief of having made the decision to end their life can make them happy, euphoric even.
He pointed out that often this change in the person is such a relief to their friends and family after having seeing someone they love suffer, they just don’t realise what has caused the change and frankly they don’t want to ‘rock the boat’ because they are just so happy to have the person they love ‘back’. But in reality, the person they love is saying goodbye.
During the interview, he told the story of a colleague (back when he had a factory job before he became a doctor) who had been depressed for a long time. One day he came in and was really happy, people kept commenting on how good it was that he wasn’t sad and grumpy anymore. He gave people some of his things, took people to lunch. Went home and killed himself.
He explained that when the police came to talk to people, they told him it was a common story they heard “but they were so much better.”
So be there for your friends and family. Tell them what they mean to you. Let them talk to you without fear of judgement. LISTEN. Suggest people get help if you think they need it.
Finally, let me add: The world will not be better off without you in it. You matter. You will be missed. Please don’t harm, hurt or kill yourself.
And I feel it worth mentioning that this phenomenon is why medication and therapy go hand-in-hand. Studies have shown that just going on medication without regular therapy actually increases suicide risk, because now a person finally has enough energy to make the decision and do it, including energy to make all the goodbyes and other arrangements they feel need to happen first. Similarly, this is why therapists get really worried if a new patient comes for a handful of sessions and then vanishes from their radar, because it is entirely possible that they got just enough help to get over the hump of inaction but not enough to make things actually better. Depression and suicidal ideation are not things that just go away like that. If you have a friend who seems suddenly “better” without extensive, long-term treatment, keep an eye on them.
And just as a reminder, if you’re out there thinking about injuring or killing yourself, please don’t. I’d personally much rather you be here tomorrow, I care about you as a human, and I know that there are other people who care about you and would like to have you around tomorrow, too. Even if tomorrow is all you can commit to today, that’s enough for today, and we can worry about the next day tomorrow. Ultimate procrastination challenge, okay? Whatever your plan is, just hold off for at least one more day.
(While I tried to include the most helpful resources I could here (i.e., resources that lend themselves to one-on-one communication, individual reading, etc.), there are plenty of other great resources, including regional resources, listed in these links. Some of the resources are specific to men and others aren’t, but they are all helpful for male survivors.)
**Male Survivor (regional, international, and online resources)
not knowing how to respond to messages and forgetting about them for so long that it becomes impossible to respond to them without it being weird is the bane of my socially awkward existence
“Is it just me, or are these guys weaker than the bounty would have us believe?”
Anji takes half a step right, not looking in the direction of the angry looking bandit attacking him as his rusty mace rushed past his head and lands harmlessly in a wall.
“What do you expect? Villagers are super jumpy in this part of the colonies; every little band of thieves might as well be a vicious band of marauders.”
Baiken said all this as she used her sword to block the mad swings of a battle axe being wielded by a another bandit twice her height, her arm moving the blade a few inches every time to masterfully deflect each blow as it raced towards her.
“But at this rate if we actually charge full price for these guys, I’ll feel bad for a whole week.”
Anji took another half step to dodge a frankly embarrassing punch from his would be opponent, using a closed fan to strike at his neck, and grabbing the soon limp body and placing it gently on the ground all in one motion.
“Feel bad then, it’s their money to throw away, who are we to judge?”
Baiken sliced the battle-axe into a clutter of metal shards, twisting her right shoulder to shoot out her club. The metal hit her opponent on the side of the jaw, and several teeth flew out as his head snapped aside. She turned away as the body hit the ground with a loud thud to face two more bandits, both of them shaking in their boots.
“So we just preform high way robbery on these people? Have you no honor?”
Anji twisted his body this way and that in and out of three attackers, fluidly blocking, parrying and striking back in a manner more akin to a dance than fighting. He stops with a flourish of fans, his enemies falling to their knees with pained moans, their bodies covered in bruises.
“Honor and two mon might buy you a half decent cup of tea Anji, we can’t afford to be generous, not if we want to keep ourselves fed.”
Baiken slowly sheathed her katana, gazing directly at the last bandit, his forehead pressed to the floor as he muttered pathetic pleas for mercy surrounded by the three dozen beaten bodies of his allies.
Anji didn’t reply, tapping his chin with the tip of a closed fan as the bandits groaned in pain around them. He hummed in thought for a few moments, absentmindedly kicking a bandit that tried to reach for a knife between the ribs, before turning to face Baiken properly, “Why don’t we help with the repairs to the village? If we undo the damage these criminals caused, the villagers would get their money’s worth!”
Baiken scowled at him for a long second, “You’re not letting this go, are you?”
Anji shrugged with a light smile.
Baiken groaned, “Fine, if it’ll stop you from hounding me about this for the next month,” She pointed a finger at him with a snarl when he opened his mouth, “And don’t pretend like you wouldn’t!” Anji wisely decided to keep quiet. “Then fine.” She scoffed with a shake of her head, “Never pegged you for a bleeding heart.”
“I’m not, I just have this thing about earning my pay.”
Baiken clicked her tongue, “Well if that’s your problem, you can earn your pay by carrying these losers back to the village.” She kicked the pleading bandit in the head without looking at him, raising her eyebrow at her companion. “I’m not throwing my back for this job any more than I have to.”
Anji grinned, and with a flick of his wrist the fan in his hand grow to a considerable size and floated in mid-air.
“….Cheating bastard.”
(They did end up helping to fix the village, and the sight of Baiken on a roof with a hammer in her hand and nails in her teeth as she put roof tiles back in place was an image he would treasure for a long while.
The look she had while throwing the hammer at his head when she noticed him staring, a bit less so.)
I want to come out to my very christian opinionated family. I will write everyone’s URL in a notebook and present it to them with a letter at the end once it’s complete. Please, I need your help.
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