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[gricefalco]

Please, someone tell me what’s she saying, she’s talking to her sister and I bet it’s something beautiful…

I love her so much ♥

Update: Okay guys, some users already told me what she’s saying, all of them vary a little bit, but basically:

“Hello, sister. You were my hero. Perfect, strong and unbreakable. Kind and loyal. I’m sorry, older sister, I failed you. Your children were safe and I let them slip away”

[thotvengers]

Alright ladies we need another lesbian icon aside Thor so i present:

T'challa, king of the lesbians

[thotvengers]

Alright when thors called a lesbo icon its okay but when its tchalla, the second man we are claiming its suddenly “enough” what?? Hmm i smell racism

[thotvengers]

Yall white lesbians are mad about this post please spread this around more

[amazonian-america-chavez]

Aneka and Ayo are former Dora Milaje that are a couple in the comics. So this is basically canon.

[garnetgh0st]

Thor: dumb sports lesbians who love beer and brawling. Bad at fashion and talking to girls

T'challa: refined combat lesbians who love trees and dancing under the moonlight. Excellent at talking to girls and being fashionable without trying.

The dichotomy we need

[ritualistic-raven]

I’m exporting and gonna wait to see if I survive The Purge.

I don’t really care anymore, but I want to save all my content.

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 15

Author’s Note:  We are back to the main story now, and back to Sophia’s perspective.  No trigger warnings here: This is a light, fluffy chapter.  I hope you all enjoy!

The usual gang was gathered for dinner about a week after Tyche’s heart-wrenching story.  Overall, the mood was more somber than usual, but lighter than it had been in recent days. It was just enough that Antoine was present, but Tyche still consented to join everyone in my quarters.

“You know,” Conor put forth, twirling his glass of wine in one hand, “It should be Christmas soon, if I’m reckoning right.”

Wide-eyed looks were exchanged around the room. “How confident in that are you?” Arantxa asked carefully.

Still awkward around the beautiful Basque woman, Conor cleared hit throat and rubbed his neck before he continued. “Well, it was April fifteenth when I was brought on board. My birthday, actually,” a sheepish grin at the confession, “I’ve been keeping track of the days since, just for something normal.  By my reckoning, it’s December first.”

“Huh,” was all I could say at first. “Anyone have a different date?  I haven’t even kept track, really.”

Antoine shook his head and glanced at Tyche, who just shrugged.  A quick glance at Arantxa got the same reaction.

“Aw, cmon,” Conor laughed. “I’m just a dumb lug! You can’t be serious that I know the date, but a Councillor and two administrators don’t?”

Arantxa shot a sharp glance at him. “Conor! You are not a ‘dumb lug’! Just because you did manual labor on Earth does not make you ignorant.  I looked at your file, you know.” He paled and swallowed thickly. “Yes. I know you weren’t just a construction worker, you are a certified structural engineer.  We all know that you spend even more time in the aeroponics lab than you do at work, and not because you are skivving off.  Pretty bad job if you are trying to convince people you’re a ‘dumb lug’.”

Conor flushed and looked down, before he shot his head back up and tilted it to one side, smirking. “Wait, so you looked at my file?”

When Arantxa flushed and looked away, righteous indignation extinguished, I cleared my throat. “So, I’m going to go with no one here has a better date. Noah? Simon?” I called out.

“Yes, Wisdom,” came the reply.  I suppressed a groan – I had just gotten the Miys to stop calling me ‘Enhancer’, but in a fit of pique they insisted they did not have, they started referring to me as ‘Wisdom’ due to my name.

Ignoring the nickname, I continued on. “Do we have an accurate Terran date for today?”

“Objective time or subjective time, Wisdom?”

Snickers around the room. “Are we still in LEO, Noah?”

“Negative. We left Terra twenty subjective days ago.”

“In that case, what is the current date, as determined by objective date in Greenland on the date we departed Earth plus subjective days since?”

Greenland? Antoine mouthed, breaking protocol by directing this at me, but we ignored the informality.

UST, I finger-spelled.  If Antoine didn’t understand it, I knew Tyche did and could clarify.

“By that measurement, date on board ship is December 3, 2043.” A pause. “Why is human Conor groaning?”

I chuckled a little as he dropped his head in mock shame onto the table, resting his forehead on his crossed arms as Arantxa tried to suppress her laughter at his theatrics and simultaneously rub his shoulder in consolation. “He was very certain it was December first. Very close though.”

“That is quite astounding,” the disembodied voice. “Conor was in medical suspension for thirty hours after he was brought on board, and unconscious for an additional twelve after that. Taking the missing time into account, he has kept quite an accurate record of days since his arrival.  Also, Human Conor?”

“Aye,” he lifted his head to listen.

“Please desist your efforts to place sharpened alloy on the automated devices responsible for cleaning the floors. I have – found – ten today alone.”

“Only ten?” Conor asked, perplexed.

A groaning whine preceded “How many more are there, Human Conor?”

“Just one,” he admitted, not even slightly repentant.  “They were supposed to be a surprise.”

“I was quite surprised when they damaged several of my bodies, so I feel your goal is accomplished.”

“Not for you.  For the humans on board.  At least those what get the joke.”

“Wait…” Tyche held a hand in front of her in a ‘stop’ gesture. “Sharpened alloy on automated devices responsible for cleaning the floors?”

To everyone in the room’s complete astonishment, Arantxa started laughing musically, throwing her head back. I thought Conor was going to pass out just watching her.  “You made eleven Stabbys, Conor? Eleven?”

His smile threatened to escape the boundaries of his face. “Yeah!  I was hoping at least a few would get away so the crew could see them!” Fortunately, he was still sitting, as Arantxa threw her arms around his neck in delight and he likely would have fallen down if he had been standing.  I had never seen a man in love as much as Conor was; it was both sweet and heartbreaking to watch.

The light-headed Irishman was saved by a page at the door of my quarters.  Tyche shrugged at me – we weren’t expecting anyone else, and Simon was still persona non grata.  Oddly, a glance at the screen that usually showed who was on the other side showed nothing.  Shrugging, I palmed the plate to open the door as everyone else in the dining area started explaining what Conor had done to Antoine.

My jaw nearly hit the floor. When I recovered, I cleared my throat and managed to restrain my laughter long enough to throw a comment over my shoulder.

“Hey, Conor?  I found your last Stabby.”  It was all I could get out before I had to sit on the floor, tears rolling down my face as I shook with silent laughter.

Into my quarters buzzed a busy little cleaning automaton, improvised knife welded to the top, and no less than Mac riding on top, fully clothed in his utmost void-muffin dignity.

“ALL HAIL MAC THE CHRISTMAS CAT AND HIS SHARP STABBY STEED!” my sister shrieked in delight before collapsing into breathless laughter.

Arantxa could not resist joining in, “Good children will get gifts!  Bad children will be forced to clean the ship or face Stabby’s disappointment!”

A weary buzz came from overhead. “Conor, could you please remove the alloy from the cleaning device?”

“Oh, leave it, Noah,” I gasped, waving a hand at the spectacle before me. “The humans on board need this.  Please capture last five minutes video and sound from my quarters, isolate, copy, and send it to my personal console.  I want to keep this memory.  Might even broadcast it all over the ship.”

[mooonbride]

It’s sad that toxic game culture is so prevalent cuz like. As someone who has ended up in random matches with kids before, I can attest to how fucking easy it is to reverse and un-teach shitty attitudes in kids.

Example: I downloaded Friday the 13th because it’s free on psn. I dunno how to play, so I just enter quick play and I’m matched with 3-4 kids on mic. Immediately on mic they’re shitty and disparaging to each other. They laugh at each others deaths, they actively work against team mates and self sabotage, they call each other “fags”, etc. From the sounds of the voices they cannot be older than 13-14.

I put on my mic and just decide I ain’t havin it. I am nice. I thank them for barricading doors or leaving me items. When they break free from Jason’s grasp I say “good job!” or I try to help them. One kid survived for most of the match by himself. When he dies, I tell him he did a fantastic job.

The mood shift is practically INSTANT. These kids almost immediately stop being dick heads. They start encouraging each other and being kind. After the match all of them try to friend request me. Which should tell you a couple of things:

A) kids want to be kind, and they want to have a nice time playing games. But encounters with adults like me or so rare that they’ve trained themselves to instantly put on a toxic, shitty, defensive veneer when encountering any new person online. It’s literally just THAT EASY to not groom a horrible gaming community, it’s just that NO ONE does it.

B) the speed of which they all tried to friend me was cute, but paints for me such a sad picture? Like these kids are SO desperate to find people to play with who aren’t crappy jerks. They played with me for 10 minutes TOPS and all instantly tried to reach out to me.

tl;dr: The kids are alright. Adults are shit heads.

[rain-wander-deactivated20200822]

I cant agree with this post more

[socialmediapeasant]

I witnessed something similar with my younger brother (this was when he was In fifth grade so bear with me here) and his friends. The teacher assigned for them to build a somewhat accurate spanish mission in Minecraft because their school had gotten some iPads and she needed to assign them something other than a PowerPoint.

Now here’s the thing. Most of these boys, my brother included, have ADD/ADHD. About a week into the project all they had in their shared world was chaos. Somebody filled the place with tnt and lit it up. Holes everywhere. Whenever one would attempt to try and build something (mostly wood huts and not the actual project) it would be destroyed within minutes as the boys began to insult each other heavily and complain that the design was ugly.

I brought my own ipad with me and decided to sit with the boys while they continued their reign of terror. I joined the world and built a hallway out of brick at the very center of this war zone. Immediately one of them tried to destroy it under the impression that “it looks bad”.

“Well, what should I make it out of?”

“Diamond.”

The ten year old mind is a mystery to me…

Anyway, then I showed him some pictures similar to these:

I reasoned that it would be easier to sway this kid toward another pretty block than trying to get him to stick to the materials of the time, so I asked him if he would like to help me replace my brick design with quartz (eh, it’s white).

Bam! One of the ten year old anarchists is dutifully building me a glittering gem hallway for our insanely rich monks.

The other three are off somewhere still yelling at each other and setting off explosives, but we have something built. Much to my surprise the kid asked if he could build the church next because he “wanted to build the most important part”.

Here’s where I learned something important. I don’t have ADD or ADHD but as I said before my brother does. When he gets fixated on something, he’s really gets into it. Once a few minutes had passed and this kid already had four walls up I decided to grid up the entire mission. One gets the church, one gets the farm, etc.

After playing the game with them for an hour, I had a pretty good idea of where each kid should go.

Church kid, I found, was very particular about materials and shape(hence his hangup over the brick). I gave him free reign over the outer walls of the mission and showed him the reference pictures to get him started.

My brother liked the farms most (he was building dirt domes over the cows don’t ask me how I made this connection it just worked, okay), so he was in charge of building pens for the animals.

Another kid was, at first glance, very loud and bossy when it came to decorating (constantly said we were making chairs wrong). Turns out he likes interior design, like putting benches and beds in the little rooms, so his bossiness was just frustration with my brother’s artistic sense I guess.

Another was very good with placing trees and plants around the exterior (I guessed this because he covered the place in a ridiculous amount of trees and I asked him if he would like to know where they are supposed to go). He got to make a vineyard for us and organized how the crops should go.

So how did it turn out?

Actually very nice!!

So what did we learn? Kids actually like to play games and be praised for their creativity and intuition. If I had just told them to stop messing around rather than direct their attention to areas within their interests, they never would have gotten anything done.

After an hour of gaming they:

Mirrored my language; “thank you!”, “which part are you working on?”, “I like this block.”

Realized each other’s strengths; “hey [kid name] can you help me with the roof?” “How do you make the big trees [kid name]?”

Were able to articulate exactly what they did or didn’t like without using force; “that looks good!”, “how about we put it there?”, “I don’t like that block, how about this one?”

On the plus side, since we moved the game file to my device for safekeeping, I now have a cute little souvenir of the time I played Minecraft with four ten year olds.

[cyberlesbiab-deactivated2021052]

This is a really long post, but it’s super important. In games like Fortnite where you’ll find lots of kids, it’s important (if you can) to steer them away from toxicity. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve run into kids who talk like toxic adults and the act of just being nice to them completely turns them around.

[azraelis]

Not gaming related, but like. I was part of this huge Discord server that started out well and the general chats devolved into wallowing in nasty feelings. Not against each other, but about themselves. Most of these people were "kids". Under the age of 18.

I found this out bc I made it absolutely clear *I am an adult* and will not interact in certain ways and didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable about interacting with a 27 yr old woman. Most were chill, but I found out a ton of these users were 13-15. NBD.

But there was so much self negative talk that other kids would do the same and that is also a form of toxicity.

I expressed in one of the more serious channels how that was impacting everyone's self confidence and mood etc, being clear to note that I know it's good to have somewhere to talk about it, but constantly saying "I'm worthless" and such just isn't healthy. I encouraged people to focus on what they're good at or proud of. You play violin? That's a tough instrument! I'm proud of you! You like you hair that day? Awesome! You think your cat or dog is cute? So do I! Anything positive in their lives is worth praising.

A few of the friends I made in there decided that no matter how much we tried, these kids just. We're going to be super hard on themselves. I ended up leaving bc it was taking a toll on my mental health in a very nasty way.

I joined a friend's server and yeah, okay, we vent and we bitch and we have our mental health issues, but it's a small enough server built on love that we are there for each other. There are still minors there, but we can see in their interactions that when we try to help them feel better, it helps a bit. They end up returning to cheerful conversation a few hours later, or the next day, excited to share something. One user had a saga with a project partner at school that was getting under his skin and we talked about how to deal with the jerk without lowering to his level. We supported his upset. We reassured him when he thought maybe he was the toxic person (for reference, his classmates thought the partner was an uber jerk).

How we as adults interact with these kids has a profound impact. It took me a long time to learn how to deal with my emotions and uncertainties on my own. It took me a long time to learn how being positive can be infectious and truly uplift those around me and help me handle my own shit.

(example: when I started my job as a ups delivery helper, I knew it would be difficult, in unpleasant weather here in winter, and I was thrown in without any real training. I managed to keep an attitude of "I got this! Ask questions, admit I don't know what I'm doing, but express thankfulness" and it really helped. We gotta show kids that talking up about ourselves and others helps everyone)

They see how adults are and whether they realize it or not, how we handle it influences how they handle it.

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 14

Author’s Note:  I know it has been a little bit since I posted last.  There is a lot of stuff going on in my life right now, so it has been difficult to focus and give this story the attention it deserves.  The lovely Tyche has sent me her next chapter, however, so I have edited that and am posting it tonight.  This chapter is from Tyche’s perspective and is relaying her story.  Any editing errors are solely my own, and please don’t hesitate to inbox me if you notice something.

If you want to, you can skip down to the story below the cut.  I just want to give everyone an idea of what is going on with my life right now.  

For those of you who don’t follow @ritualistic-raven, my mother has quit two jobs this year with no savings, no safety net, nothing to keep her going long term.  The first job was one she had been in for eleven years, and she quit it as soon as her tax return came in (I think it was February? It was the beginning of the year). She lived off her tax return, without even trying to find a new job, until early June.  She found a new job in mid-July, and quit that one in September.  My sister a full time college student, and had not been working while going to school, so this was the only income they had.  There is also my nephew living with them.

My mother still has not found a job, and we are coming up on December. Toward the end of October, they (my mother, my sister, and my nephew) moved into my spare bedroom…  That’s right.  Me, my spouse, my sister, mother, and nephew all living in a just-a-hair-under 1100 sq ft house.  It is making everyone involved more than a lot bit stressed out.

My sister started a good job last week, but it is currently just seasonal (although there is a chance to go permanent after the seasonal gig is over).  I’m not even sure if my mother is still looking for jobs, TBH.  I work 42 hours a week, my spouse works 40-45, and we both have 45 minute commutes one way.  If she doesn’t, I have no idea when they will be able to get their own place - I feel terrible that my sister is sleeping on my couch or an air mattress in my office, and that my nephew has literally nothing to do at my house because my house is not very kid-friendly.  Fairly kid-proof, but not kid friendly.

I spend an inordinate amount of my time angry, depressed, overwhelmed, and exhausted.  I have difficulty sleeping, difficulty focusing on work, and resent my mother so much right now I could scream at her every time she crosses my path.  Add to all of that the fact that she has apparently forgotten how to cook (which she has done, and done well, for a living, on several occaisions?), we just made it through Thanksgiving here in the States, and Christmas holidays are right around the corner.  I’m also preparing for a business trip, trying to train a new person to help do my job, etc.

All that said, I am trying very hard to still write. I know it doesn’t always show on here, but that’s because sometimes I work on a fanfiction I have not even started posting yet, sometimes I am working on my novel-in-progress (which at this point has become something Brian Griffin would be proud of), and sometimes I am working on Destiel and Sabriel Secret Santa stuff.

TL;DR: Thank you for being patient with me, I have A Lot going on right now, and I promise The Miys is not on hiatus.

I stood on a platform in front of a large number of my fellow humans. The lights were dimmed, for the sake of my nerves, but I could still see several of the front rows thanks to the light from the video screens behind me. I felt like a mega-millionaire with a groundbreaking statement.

There was no form of microphone, no podium, not even a glass of water for my comfort. Everyone would still hear me, however, thanks to the Miys linking the translators.

I don’t know how long I stood in silence, trying to shake the nerves I expertly concealed. My feet were planted, my fingers woven in front my hips, shoulders back, and chin up. I appeared to be taking in the crowd. I was used to preparing any presentations. I was used to having a visual to gesture to or explain factually.

Here, I had nothing but my own history.

“Okay, Tyche. Deep breath. You know how to tell an engaging story. You can do this.” I thought to myself.

I rolled my shoulders in preparation and finally spoke.

“Thank you all for joining me. This hall has been reserved for those brave enough to share their stories of what they experienced after the End began. This is why we are here now. Many of you have met already, but for those of you who haven’t, please allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Tyche. I like dark clothes, fluffy cats, coffee, and swearing.”

A few in the audience chuckled.

“I am a very serious person when needed. When I don’t have to be so serious, I am aloof to those who don’t know me and social to those who do. A bit like a cat, I suppose.

“You may be able to hear an odd French accent when I speak. On Earth, I was born in the United States of America but worked very hard to move to Paris. I spent years learning the language before I ever boarded a plane, and my accent shifted a bit towards French from that alone. I spent several years in France, honing my pronunciation in order to better communicate with those whom I worked with. I worked in executive administration for a very large financial institution after bustin’ my ass to get a middle-level administration job working with my sister.

“A few years after I moved to Paris and began buying my flat, I was approached by a smaller company. The pay wasn’t as good and they weren’t globally known, but I had apparently chatted with a family member of the owner one day and my occupation came up. I had been recommended to help keep this company from going under after a fiasco left them with no one to run the accounts.

“I was reluctant to leave my comfortable job until I could at least straighten out this smaller company’s bookkeeping. I’ll be honest, it was a mess.

“I had drafted my letter of resignation a few nights before the Launch. I was preparing to hand it in; I just had to convince myself I would be happier this way. Everyone was buzzing about who would be leaving Earth and if we would ever see them again, so on and so forth. I knew the CEO of my financial institution was leaving, but I didn’t feel bad about it. It was a corporation, after all, run by a board of directors.  Still, I kept my poor sister up late one night as she talked me into doing what would make me happiest, even if it meant leaving the company we both worked for.

“The night came and everyone was watching the synchronized streaming of the Launch. Twelve ships. Twelve launch sites around the globe. Faster than light travel! And, of course, only the rich could afford to go.

“We saw it. We all saw it. Well, most of us. It was declared an international holiday, wasn’t it? So many of us sat around on our devices, streaming this brand-new technology being launched with paying customers, civilians, on board. It was momentous! It was historical!

“But then when the ships launched… Well, they blew up. There just isn’t any other way to describe it. The ships had been sabotaged to explode in the atmosphere at the same moment. The feeds cut right after we saw the start of the explosions and if you were outside or near a window? You probably saw the light race across the sky, rippling the air as it went. Then everything went dark.”

I paused for a moment. I could hear murmurs which I assumed were people telling their neighbors where they were when it happened.

Struggling to continue, I cleared my throat again. My vision was being overwhelmed by the past. My brain had thrown me into a visual flashback. I forced myself to narrate what I was seeing, telling my story as my brain recalled it.

I had taken my wine glass and tablet out to the balcony of my small Parisian flat. I was four levels from the ground and could see the lights of the city from where I lived. Even the Eiffel Tower could be seen here, as it twinkled in the distance. The view was everything I had worked so hard to achieve.

I was overwhelmed at that moment with the feeling I was finally, truly home. Drinking wine on my Parisian balcony at 4am was what I truly wanted. Having a fantastic job on top of that, allowing me to be relatively stress free? Absolute freedom, aside from the sound of my mother snoring in the other bedroom.  Headphones on, I listened with minor interest until the countdown began. I could hear several of my neighbors counting down as if it was the New Year, making me laugh in delight.

« Dix ! Neuf ! Huit ! Sept ! Six ! Cinq ! Quatre ! Trois ! Deux ! Un ! »

The buildings and streets erupted with cheering as the ships set off from their launchpads, ready to embark on a journey like no other. I had mixed feelings about it. Fantastic new technology is amazing, but the richest of the rich being the only civilians? I was thrilled about this new age of space travel and tried to focus on that, pressing the negative feelings to the back of my mind.

I was pondering what discoveries would be made along their journey and how long we would have to wait to find out when suddenly the crowds fell silent. The screen of my tablet was shaky for a moment before the livestream simply ended.

Something was wrong. What was that color? It only last for half a moment before the stream ended, but it looked like…. I had seen this before. It was a fireball. But there was an odd color to it. Orange and red and white, but there was something else.

Before I could put any more thought into it, a light rippled across the sky, warping any clouds in its path. It was like a shockwave of light. It was unreal and worse than that, unknown. I gazed out in the direction it went and saw everything flicker, then go black.

The City of Lights was dark.

It all happened so quickly. I’m placing my glass on my balcony table with my tablet, sitting down a few minutes before launch, and then watching everything go dark. Less than ten minutes.

A few fearful screams could be heard, but we knew sunrise was soon. There was already panic, however, as more and more people shouted to their neighbors and even strangers that their phones and flashlights weren’t working. Cars wouldn’t start, the metro rail wouldn’t move, and we saw no airplanes flash overhead. We waited for emergency vehicles. Police and firefighters. “Where are they?” we kept asking each other. No sirens, no lights, no sign of help.

As the day went on, we realized more and more things wouldn’t work. It didn’t take long for us to reach the conclusion that anything that had been powered by electricity, even batteries, was useless. Looting began around midday, taking advantage of the lack of police vehicles and security systems. It didn’t matter what the store was, it was at risk. Electronics were especially popular, as people assumed the power would be restored at some point.

We marched on the government buildings. We demanded answers! What the hell happened? When will it be fixed? Tell us!

Our officials were as baffled as we were. No one had answers, because the people who would have the answers couldn’t communicate or travel with ease to let the officials know.

“You have to wait. We have to go to our scientists. We have to go to them to find out why,”

Tension rose higher and higher. Insulin pumps had failed in the flash. Pacemakers failed as well, and families were outraged that there was no help. At any moment, people would die.

The horror struck many who had not considered how much we rely on technology to keep us alive.

“What about hospitals!” Many started shouting to no one in particular.

I remember leaving the scene, in a state of shock from the realizations, and returning to my flat. “France riots at the drop of a hat. I’m not French. I don’t want to get caught in the crossfire.” I told my cat as I stuffed a few clothes and some bread and water in a bag. I knew how cliché it was, but I also knew I wanted to pack light. I grabbed my duffel bag to shove more supplies into. Candles, matches, a book, a few knives… “Maybe more food.” A few more bottles of water and a wrapped cut of cheese really weighed it down, but I couldn’t skip nourishment. I was leaving Paris, on foot, not sure how long it would take me to get anywhere in this country. My mother refused to leave. “I’m sixty-four,” she declared like it was some great revelation. “I refuse to let some idiots run me out of my home.”

Technically, the flat was mine, in my name only, but I knew that tone and wasn’t about to try to argue.  She wanted to stay, she could stay.  I was taking Mac and getting the hell out of there. I wrapped in a thick coat and two scarves, put on my good boots, and then clipped the walking harness around the cat before remembering my passport. Just in case.

The click of the door behind me was heartbreaking. Was I ever going to come back? Would life restore itself in a few days? My feeling in my gut said no. It said the flash was catastrophic. It said to not get my hopes up.

“At least there’s still enough Arkansas in me to be able to navigate with the sun and stars,” I told my upset feline companion. He just squawked at me plaintively.

I headed south, toward the country. I’d go south for as long as I could.

I lost count of how many days it had been by the time I reached a small village in smelling-distance of the salty ocean. There had been no power anywhere. I had been able to stop here and there, begging people for a bit of food, just enough to make it another day. Everyone was scared of strangers. That wasn’t the French way, but this new reality made everyone paranoid. We’ve all seen those films.

The last town name I could remember is Millau. I ended up somewhere past that. A kind woman named Sandrine said she saw the flash and had been worried criminals would come.

“I’m too exhausted to hurt anyone who isn’t trying to hurt me,” I told her. I had seen very few people along my trek, but none of them seemed to think the lady with the leashed cat was worth bothering.

Sandrine offered me shelter and food from the gardens that were popular there. Aside from the candles and oil lanterns everywhere, it was hard to imagine that life here ever had electricity. It was peaceful and still very organized. The adults would speak in hushed voices. Theorizing what had happened, but no one could agree on one answer.

I stayed there for several months, never finding out what the source of the seemingly-permanent blackout was. Things were going well. This small village was rustic enough to function with little issue the entire time I was there.

Suddenly, it all came to an end. We had seen smoke off in the distance for a few days, but when we woke one morning, it was to the sound of screaming and panicking. The fire had spread overnight thanks to rough winds. It was engulfing the village.

I never want to see that again. So many people couldn’t escape. Many had been asleep when the fire took them. The sight of it was too horrific. Sandrine told me to take one of her horses and go. She would be close behind. Since I never unpacked all of my things, I grabbed my bags and rushed toward the horse pen. I was shaking as I dressed one of the horses, but managed to get everything cinched up. I ran for another saddle and bit when her house collapsed. A tree nearby, weakened by drought, had caught fire and fallen. Sandrine was inside.

I hate feeling helpless. I fought so much in my lifetime to that point so that I would be stronger, more capable, but in that moment, I knew I was helpless against a burning home. And I was terrified beyond screaming. In panicked silence, I mounted the horse and took off to the east.

This repeated for years. Find some people to huddle down with, something would destroy our home, we’d all take off in different directions for safety. Lather, rinse, repeat. The longer it went on, the more hopeless we felt. Many gave up. Many stopped caring. Many begged “why,” even though we had no way of truly knowing what caused all of this.

Sure, we saw the ships explode, very briefly, before everything went down. Around many fires we would discuss what this meant on the global scale. Nuclear reactors, medical necessities, agriculture… How long could we keep going, when everything we knew before was so tech-heavy?

After a handful of years, I quit trying to make allies. I was tired of seeing them die. I went off on my own to try to live like a hermit. I wanted isolation. I knew I could find it if I went back to one of the destroyed villages in the mountains. I knew I could stay there for a while, since I had learned how to scavenge for food and make minimal supplies last.

What I didn’t know is that I would get too comfortable in my solitude. I didn’t know that when approached by some fool stronger than myself, I would panic. He was bigger than I am, and the look in his eyes was one of true insanity. He rushed at me. All I could do was try to lose him in the woods I spent years casually learning, leaping over fallen trees and ducking under low-hung branches. This man…this man somehow kept up with me. He cornered me at a cliff, one that looked as if it overhung a flooded quarry.

I’m small. I’m perceived to be female. And I was alone with this terrifying man who’s lost his mind. I was not going to risk finding out what he wanted. Maybe to kill and eat me. Maybe worse. I wasn’t going to find out.

So, I flung myself, arms spread like wings, over the edge of the cliff, expecting death.

Instead, I woke up on this ship. I woke up with a few injuries from the chase, severe malnutrition, and a ringing in my ears.

Simon was there, and though we got off to a very rough start, he helped me by explaining the Ark and the Miys. He did have to sedate me a couple times, as violent as I was trying to be. He helped me get settled onto the ship and understand what the Miys were here. Simon was the first human I met here. And while he is, erm, awkward, I will say it was nice to see someone who hadn’t been through what we had.

A few people clapped, sensing that I had wrapped up my story. I snapped back into reality and wondered how long I had monologued, a bit embarrassed. I took another deep breath. Time to truly wrap myself up.

“Thank you for being here and being patient enough to listen to me go on. I hadn’t put much thought into how much I would share, to be honest. We all went through a lot. That’s why we share. Through our experiences, we can feel more comfortable with those around us. Hopefully, sharing my story will help show that I am an entire person, not just someone who tells you where to go and what to do. Again, thank you.” I found my way off the stage area as I tried not to cry. There were reasons I put this off for so long, and my caretaker was about to find out first hand what I am like when I break down. I needed to find him.

[anachronisticpythoness]

NO SHE-RA THEMED DISCOURSE BLOGS ALLOWED AND THAT’S FINAL!!! IT’S ONLY BEEN A WEEK OR TWO. STOP RUINING THINGS FOR PEOPLE!

I DON’T WANNA SEE ANY BLOGS WITH URLS LIKE “PERFUMA-HATES-*INSERT-HARMLESS-GROUP-HERE*”, I DON’T WANNA SEE THE TAGS FLOOD WITH SHIT LIKE “IF YOU HEADCANON ADORA AS *HARMLESS HEADCANON THAT DOESN’T INVALIDATE EXISTING KNOWLEDGE OF HER CHARACTER* THEN YOUR *ANY*PHOBIC!1!”, AND I DEFINITELY DON’T WANNA SEE 14 YEARS OLDS WHO HAVE MINIMAL AND OFTEN FALSE KNOWLEDGE OF SERIOUS AND COMPLEX ISSUES GET INTO ARGUEMENTS WITH IMMATURE ADULTS WHO SHOULD KNOW BETTER!

NO MORE!!!

NO MORE USING CHARACTERS IN YOUR PROFILE PICS AND URLS AS MOUTHPIECES TO SPEW YOUR HATEFUL GATEKEEPING AND HARRASSMENT, SUBSEQUENTLY TURNING THE MERE IMAGE OF THOSE CHARACTERS INTO ANXIETY INDUCING TRIGGERS FOR PEOPLE!

NO MORE CALLOUT POSTS OVER PETTY DISAGREEMENTS THAT DON’T AFFECT REAL LIFE!

AND NO MORE DOXXING AND SUICIDE BAITING!

I’VE SEEN THIS SHIT IN COUNTLESS OTHER FANDOMS AND I’M SEEING THE SAME SHIT START TO BREW HERE! STOP IT.

WE ARE GOING TO WATCH SHE-RA, MAKE CUTE FANART, WRITE SICK THEORIES, BE NICE TO EACH OTHER, STAY IN OUR LANES, AND ENTER 2019 PEACEFULLY AS MATURE FANS AND THAT’S FINAL!!!!!!!

Okay, carry on.

[assigned-cryptid-at-birth]

THIS POST IS SO IMPORTANT. Whenever there’s a new fandom, in a couple of months it gets soiled with discourse and shipping wars and all sorts of toxic fandom bullshit. Don’t let that happen to She-Ra. It already pretty much ruined Voltron and Steven Universe.

[azraelis]

Too many people on this site need to remember

It is literally a children's show

Like, unless the show does something grievously problematic, chill out

[mxlfoydraco]

a concept: Harry Potter with his mother’s hair and father’s eyes instead of vice versa. Harry with fiery dark red hair and soft hazel eyes please and thank you

[tashaneva]

i imagine this is how harry and draco’s first meeting would have gone then haha

[musicalluna]

can you imagine how much more confused arthur would have been in that scene where he first meets harry 😂

[mimosaeyes]

his eyes would probably sweep right over harry at the breakfast table, and then he would freeze and have to do a mental tally of his children

[shoggoth88]

I can see Fred and George really going with it too… “Come on Dad, don’t you remember Harry?” “Next you’ll tell us you don’t remember Craig” “Or Ethel” “Or Annie“ “Or Ryan”

[aliee80]

I really want this to be a thing

[zoeneetopaz]

Okay but like…every professor at Hogwarts would have to do the exact same mental math as Arthur, and then realize that he’s Harry freakin’ Potter, and redo their math AGAIN.

[dravni]

Arthur sits down at the table. As he picks up a piece of toast, his eyes sweep the table, ready to greet his family.

“Good morning childr-”.

He stops when he spots a young boy with fiery red hair and fringe. The child is also wearing old clothes that once belonged to Charlie and round glasses on his face. Arthur sees his family looking at each other at the confusion this brings him. Molly speaks up.

“Harry, would you care for more eggs”?

“Yes, please. Thank you”.

Arthur breathes a sigh of relief. No child of his would be so polite. He didn’t forget anyone…this time.

[areasontobreathe]

To my absolute delight, there is a hysterically funny fic about this, although it is on ff.net:

[thesuperheroesnetwork]

Texts From Superheroes

[thebibliosphere]

I’m forever haunted by the knowledge that Dracula is a public domain work and I could literally just write Dracula AU (No listen, but hear me out, The Batchelor), and every second I’m not doing it feels like an affront to whatever god thought it would be a good idea to keep me alive.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Here’s a List of Public Domain Classics for those of you who want to get your Classic Lit AU on, and potentially create THE LITERATURE CLASSICS CROSSOVER FIC FROM HELL.

Which I’d read the shit out of.

[thebibliosphere]

Why do you enable me like this.

[quentincoldwaters]

tom holland? singlehandedly ended fragile masculinity. while all the other dudes were sweating uncomfortably, homeboy just straight out said he’d jump on chris hemsworth’s dick

[nakiokoye-deactivated20180529]

the reason why steve and thor are so Large and buff is bc their muscles are full of love and respect and humility and compassion

[canyouhearthelight]

CanYouHearTheLight’s 100 follower contest!

I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS! YOU ARE ALL SO AWESOME!!!

I cannot thank everyone enough.  There are not words to express how much I appreciate everyone who has started following The Miys since I started writing it.

I know there are blogs with thousands of followers, who get reblogged all over the place (I follow a few of those, and love them a bunch).  But the fact that I have 100 followers is so incredibly cool to me.

To celebrate, I have decided to have a contest!

Between now and November 30th at midnight EST (meaning right before it becomes December for East Coast U.S.), please send me an ask or a message telling me why you would be a good character in a future chapter of The Miys.

1. What would your name be? Please use something resembling a real name, even if it’s historical, fictional, or mythological.

2. What nationality are you?

3. What are 3-5 single word descriptors that best describe your personality?

4. What were you doing when the End happened?

5. Tell me 1 funny/tragic story about you that is too weird to be made up (names may be changed to protect the guilty).

6. (Entirely Optional) What are your sexuality and pronoun preferences?  Also, any non-neurotypical qualities that you want to include.  (Again: ENTIRELY OPTIONAL, ONLY FOR REPRESENTATION PURPOSES)

IMPORTANT: Every single bit of the above can be completely false if you want it to be. While a significant amount of Sophia and Tyche’s personalities and stories are based heavily in fact, your story doesn’t have to be.  What am I gonna do? Fact check it?  Go wild!

I will randomly choose 3 submissions on December 2nd, to be announced on December 4th. (When I say random: I have several 100 sided dice)

Oh, I almost forgot - There is no limit to the number of unique submissions from a single blog. That’s right! As long as each submission is a unique ‘you’, send as many as you like. Spamming me with the same character over and over, however, will likely get you disqualified.

So, may the submissions start….

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.

.

.

NOW!

[canyouhearthelight]

I’m now at 111 followers! Y'all are so freaking amazing!

Don’t forget to enter the contest, and remember that you can submit as many characters as you want.

I’m including the link I posted earlier for anyone who is struggling to come up with descriptive words for #3.

350 Character Traits - A Fabulous Resource For Writers - Writers Write

Every character will have positive and negative traits. I have compiled these lists to help you select the character traits you need for you

[canyouhearthelight]

CanYouHearTheLight’s 100 follower contest!

I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS! YOU ARE ALL SO AWESOME!!!

I cannot thank everyone enough.  There are not words to express how much I appreciate everyone who has started following The Miys since I started writing it.

I know there are blogs with thousands of followers, who get reblogged all over the place (I follow a few of those, and love them a bunch).  But the fact that I have 100 followers is so incredibly cool to me.

To celebrate, I have decided to have a contest!

Between now and November 30th at midnight EST (meaning right before it becomes December for East Coast U.S.), please send me an ask or a message telling me why you would be a good character in a future chapter of The Miys.

1. What would your name be? Please use something resembling a real name, even if it’s historical, fictional, or mythological.

2. What nationality are you?

3. What are 3-5 single word descriptors that best describe your personality?

4. What were you doing when the End happened?

5. Tell me 1 funny/tragic story about you that is too weird to be made up (names may be changed to protect the guilty).

6. (Entirely Optional) What are your sexuality and pronoun preferences?  Also, any non-neurotypical qualities that you want to include.  (Again: ENTIRELY OPTIONAL, ONLY FOR REPRESENTATION PURPOSES)

IMPORTANT: Every single bit of the above can be completely false if you want it to be. While a significant amount of Sophia and Tyche’s personalities and stories are based heavily in fact, your story doesn’t have to be.  What am I gonna do? Fact check it?  Go wild!

I will randomly choose 3 submissions on December 2nd, to be announced on December 4th. (When I say random: I have several 100 sided dice)

Oh, I almost forgot - There is no limit to the number of unique submissions from a single blog. That’s right! As long as each submission is a unique ‘you’, send as many as you like. Spamming me with the same character over and over, however, will likely get you disqualified.

So, may the submissions start….

.

.

.

.

.

NOW!

[canyouhearthelight]

I’m now at 111 followers! Y'all are so freaking amazing!

Don’t forget to enter the contest, and remember that you can submit as many characters as you want.

I’m including the link I posted earlier for anyone who is struggling to come up with descriptive words for #3.

350 Character Traits - A Fabulous Resource For Writers - Writers Write

Every character will have positive and negative traits. I have compiled these lists to help you select the character traits you need for you

[canyouhearthelight]

CanYouHearTheLight’s 100 follower contest!

I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS! YOU ARE ALL SO AWESOME!!!

Between now and November 30th at midnight EST (meaning right before it becomes December for East Coast U.S.), please send me an ask or a message telling me why you would be a good character in a future chapter of The Miys.

1. What would your name be? Please use something resembling a real name, even if it’s historical, fictional, or mythological.

2. What nationality are you?

3. What are 3-5 single word descriptors that best describe your personality?

4. What were you doing when the End happened?

5. Tell me 1 funny/tragic story about you that is too weird to be made up (names may be changed to protect the guilty).

6. (Entirely Optional) What are your sexuality and pronoun preferences?  Also, any non-neurotypical qualities that you want to include.  (Again: ENTIRELY OPTIONAL, ONLY FOR REPRESENTATION PURPOSES)

IMPORTANT: Every single bit of the above can be completely false if you want it to be. While a significant amount of Sophia and Tyche’s personalities and stories are based heavily in fact, your story doesn’t have to be.  What am I gonna do? Fact check it?  Go wild!

I will randomly choose 3 submissions on December 2nd, to be announced on December 4th. (When I say random: I have several 100 sided dice)

Oh, I almost forgot - There is no limit to the number of unique submissions from a single blog. That’s right! As long as each submission is a unique ‘you’, send as many as you like.

[areasontobreathe]

Reblogging from my Humans Are Weird blog. You don’t have to follow @canyouhearthelight to participate!

[darkslayer0092-deactivated20220]

Co-creator of Marvel Comics, Stan Lee, has died at the age of 95. 

Thank you for making us all believe we can be superheroes in our own way.

[prokopetz]

It’s often been remarked that Spider-Man’s schtick wouldn’t work nearly so well if he didn’t live in a town with so many tall buildings, but consider: how well would Batman’s “I am the night” routine work if he was operating out of a normal city where people actually live, rather than a perpetually twilit urban hellscape that looks like the Art Deco movement had a one-night stand with Soviet Brutalism in a wrought-iron-and-gargoyle factory?

[mierac]

That is my favorite description of the Batman aesthetic ever.

[bastlynn]

OMDFG that’s a perfect description.

[fenrislorsrai]

Imagine Spiderman ballooning in wide open areas.  No, sorry, can’t get to that crime, its against the prevailing wind.

Also, Batman brooding on top of a Wafflehouse.

[ioplokon-deactivated20250917]

[davidmann95]

Batman: God, this stupid city with its sufficient lighting and lack of crumbling infrastructure to shoot grappling hooks into

Superman: Everyone for miles has lead poisoning, I’ve spent the entire night stopping crossword puzzle museum robberies and heists at the Second National Bank of Gotham on the corner of second street and second avenue, and earlier the wall of…clouds? smog?…cleared up for a minute and I’m pretty sure the sky was literally blood red

[lands-of-fantasy]

I HATE METROPOLIS FUCK EVERYONE WHO LIVES THERE i’m not super into gotham IT IS THE WORST PLACE ON EARTH AND I HOPE IT BLOWS UPWHY DO THESE PEOPLE LIKE THE SUN SO MUCH it’s kinda gloomy a lil bit of a bummer WHY THE FUCK DOES CLARK WANNA DO THIS HOUSE SWAP THING i saw a reality tv show and i was like bruce we gotta try this

[haunted-hideaway]

Oh my god, Bruce. Shut up. #batmanwhines

[boosyboo9206]

This is, like, the third time I’ve seen this but it never fails to make me laugh.