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and god walks away.

LITERALLY NOTHING GOES OUR WAY

#Ruslav

evrybody hate me and want me dead. except for god he said faggot! you will live forever

Phenomenon #48 by Angela Lane (2020)

Nicolai Fechin

The Slaughterhouse 1919

Art Russia

Turn the other cheek? Wrong. Heavy artillery bombardment.

Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

Do you have any tips on how to ethically consume media

put a sheet over your head so god cant see you

my name is Elmo Sesamstraße and for the last three months i have been roaming the streets of Nowy Jork trying to uncover the mystery of who divorced me

kitten I'm gonna be honest, daddy was kind of a construct existing largely in the form of your gestalt memories of several different people, so he may not exist as an individual in the way you had previously assumed, if such a person ever truly existed at all

me: i've had a busy morning, but things are slowing down. i'm going to make a few notes for sunday's d&d session.

every single person in the organisation sending me a teams message in that moment:

Uh oh! The Oracle has killed herself rather than face the future she foresaw. Market analysts are speculating this may be bad for the economy

“The forgotten realms” why do I keep having To hear about them then huh. Maybe we ought to call them the ubiquitous realms

sorry i just thought about, YES i'm still thinking about that book, anyway i just thought about how ruslav will have to spend the rest of his life forcing violent hands to be peaceful.

started house of open wounds.

eating this.

folded after five minutes.

nvm house of open wounds, my best friend, house of open wounds.

RUSLAV MENTION????? HELLO??? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HELLO??????

finished house of open wounds. the next time ruslav calls god to ilmar it's going to be. um. well.

imagine meeting god and they're just some fucking guy.

Hello! I got house of open wounds and I’m back (Merry Christmas I guess). I wish I could say something more articulate than what you’ve already said, I get why some people liked it more, it’s got a defined cast and Yasnic was always brilliant and it probably is a bit easier to keep track of plus it’s still got my best friends fucked up god relationships and evil healing but ugh I missed the first book. I missed the rush of two characters who had no connection stumbling into each other and one picking up the plot to get its miserable relay baton to the next person. I missed feeling like Ilmar was being dissected and I could see its guts and sinew while it tried to haunt me back. And I don’t think anything can ever top the absolute euphoria of Hellgram finding his wife and how it suddenly made complete sense or getting into the Reproach and wanting to put like 5 of my D&D characters into a Situation. Also why did he end the book still getting called Jack. It was good, great even, and I feel like I could be insane over any number of moving parts, just not As insane :(

oh you are SO correct 100% i agree with you entirely on the relay baton comment that's exactly what i loved so much about the first book and ILMAR. MY BELOVED ILMAR. expecting me to care about anything when we all know the reproach is back in that city is mind boggling. ohhhhhh and yasnic :(((( when god was telling him he needed to tell them his proper name otherwise they wouldn't put the right name on his headstone i could have wept. and now yasnic is bound just as much of the rest of them due to the life saving healing like of course he always WAS but now he UNDERSTANDS. ugh! city of last chances you will always be famous!!!

northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me

It's only just now clicked for me that all the despicable horrors Sukuna drags Yuuji through time and again, all the feats of grand, unseen violence he puts up just for Yuuji, all the heinous atrocities and pain he inflicts on Yuuji -- they actually carry an inkling of something strategical, coldly calculated. Don't get me wrong, doing all that Sukuna clearly enjoys himself, his rampage in Shibuya sizzling with euphoria of finally getting to move freely, unshackled, and in the end that is the very nature of a curse -- cause suffering for the sake of suffering and feast upon it. But Sukuna, perhaps rather oddly, doesn't strike me as someone who would hold petty grudges and act upon them spitefully. Especially in regard to someone like Yuuji, who Sukuna considers little different from the filth beneath his feet and doesn't hesitate to make it known. So why even bother hating something so insignificant, miniscule? Why spare an effort to make this particular life miserable when suffering is already inherent to human condition? And while I'm at it, here's one more question, perhaps more on point with what I'm trying to say: why retreat of your own free will to the state of entrapment and give up the reins of control so soon after they fell into your hands?

Back to the point I started this rambling with, it seems to me that in the chaos Sukuna causes there is calculation. I think he's trying to do to Yuuji what he did in the end to Megumi -- crash this boy's beating heart and drown his soul. Sukuna's actions appear pointed, aware of the effect they make, targeted directly at that very thing which would hurt Yuuji the most, thus pushing him to the breaking point. Countless casualties, pointless bloodshed and utter devastation -- all to crack Yuuji's resistance, to eliminate the ability to fight back in a boy who was careless enough to wear his heart out on his sleeve in a world that grinds the kind down and spits out their bones.

But the darker the weather, the better the man. Where every other human being would break, Yuuji stands unyielding. The more is taken away from him, the more reasons he has to keep fighting. When the only sacrifice he could ever accept was his own, he lost too much. So he ploughs on -- because that's the only way he can pay the unfathomably high cost of him being alive. And for all his experience and cunning wit, Sukuna's miscalculated with this one: he cannot destroy Yuuji's heart for it was never Yuuji's to keep. He gave it away a long time ago. It beats with other people's pulse.