~ Mono no Aware ~

Something about this picture is just *too* precious.

World Class

It’s like all these years, the determined Prince marched on into war after war, watching his once proud army bleed and fall; saving them from utter defeat so often, but always moving further and further away from the dream and realm of victory..

Until the Empire sent forth its finest general, a horrific injury keeping him off the battlefield, but his mind as sharp as ever. The Empire thought it was just getting rid of a non-soldier in armor; transferring him to a war-front that was almost certainly lost.

But… from the moment the Prince and the General first met, they recognized something in one another that they both desperately needed; a relentless hunger for victory.

The General, he devised strategies for harder battles, filled up gaps in the army that prevented them from defeating smaller/weaker opponents, came up with tactics for every situation, and pushed every single soldier towards the best that he could be.

The Prince, for the first time in too long, flanked on all sides by an army finally worthy of him, led forth his young charges into battle after battle. And, inspired by his steely eyed determination, battle after battle, they emerged victorious.

Together, the Prince and the General, they reined in the younger boys, transforming their anger and frustration into an indomitable spirit of conquest. And, soon, the news spread like wildfire.

The Reds were on the March.

And they were Invincible.

And so, these two, surrounded at last by the fine young soldiers that they themselves had created, marched on towards their common goal. For the first time in too long, both for the General as for the Prince, Victory awaited.

[So, this hug. After a difficult battle.
“Thank you.. for winning that.”, said the General to his Prince.
The Prince shook his fair head and smiled nobly in return, “No.. Thank you.”
..
And not so far away, a lonely Victory shivered beautifully in her tower of glass, even as the men who had abducted her all these years ago stood ready for the final onslaught.
“My Steven and Brendan will come”, she whispered. And even though the men holding her captive laughed and mocked her, you could hear the fear in their voices.

Because they too had heard of the men in that army. The unstoppable Suraez. The faster than lightening Sterling. The always on target Sturridge. The mage-like Coutinho. The frightening Skrtel. And a whole bunch of other soldiers who only got stronger and better and faster with every day.

An army of red, led by two determined men.

Victory was rightfully theirs.]

❤

Man Created God to Replace Women

I think God was created

to take away the power that

the first women must have possessed

especially with the magic of childbirth, 

giving them a mystic appeal

that no man could fathom.

For, how else

would you convince a man

to leave that which were able

to bring forth life itself

were you not able

to convince him

that the life in the womb

really came from elsewhere?

And the young girl

with the fevered brow

and the wailing infant

that lay squirming in her arms

knew better than to reveal

to her astounded, shocked lover

‘I know who it is that gives life

I do.’

And some secrets are kept

because it’s hard to be a mother

but it’s much harder to be God

and Mankind might have created 

God in his own image

but only because womankind let him

and fed, bathed, dressed him

even when it was winter

and they only had one small bear-skin

to keep the entire family warm, 

The same skin that the first woman threw

over her shivering children and lover

before freezing to death

in the tragic, pointless way

that only the oldest, noblest Gods

seem to have ever truly perfected…

It Could Happen to Anyone

So, I logged in on Steam today, and was chatting with one of my friends, when I noticed that the font was all weird, large and bluey. I brought it up, but he claimed that everything appeared as always on his side. So, I scrolled down my friends list, looking for an observant boy, found one, and asked him whether it was just me. He confirmed the change in size, but could not help me with the blueness.

Then I realized both these boys were boys I had once dated. And, not just casual-over-the-holiday dating. I’m talking life’s two longest relationships.

And then they started playing DotA.

TIL that the world is small enough, and Life weird enough, without all the Gaming.. but not nearly half as much fun.

…oh! And that apparently I have a type. Which reminds me of an interesting conversation I had, coincidentally, with one of the abovementioned. The gist of it being that if I can figure out what Tony Stark (Iron Man), Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean) and John Constantine (HellBlazer) have in common, I can figure out what my idea of an ideal man is!

1. Sarcasm

Since all three of them would definitely score a 10/10 on sarcasm, I think sarcasm must be on this list. Though, to play Devil’s Advocate, it could just be the fact that witty people tend to rely more on sarcasm, and it isn’t the sarcasm I find attractive as much as it is the wit. It could be!

2. Arrogance

Jack’s constant taunting, Constantine’s attitude towards everything from hell to God,  and every fibre of Tony’s being all scream of a level of self confidence that would be aggravating on someone not half as attractive. On these three, of course, it is only hot as hell. sigh Anyway, this does not surprise me at all, considering I’ve known for a while that Arrogance is the path to my downfall, in more ways than one. The Anime boys taught me that. It’s too bad that people today don’t get the difference between being obnoxious and being arrogant. You gotta have something to back all that talk, gentlemen.

3. Courage

This is actually important, because all of them have the same kind of self deprecating outlook on their own courageousness. Almost as if they’re convinced that they’ll never be brave enough. Call me twisted, but I find that adorable. ❤

4. Reluctant Heroism/Sacrifice

This one is the curve-ball on this list. But, I just realized that this is the largest part of what they all have in common. ~~~SPOILERS~~~ Jack’s decision to let Will Turner become Immortal after he was fatally stabbed, Constantine’s willingness to sacrifice his life and spend eternity in hell to save Mankind from Lucifer’s son, Tony’s act of transporting a powerful bomb into outer-space at the risk of almost-certain death.

Conclusion

Oh, fack! I have a really messed up type!

#Apparent_Bad_Boys_Who_Are_Inherently_Good_Guys

Some Examples

+ Chuck Bass, Gossip Girl

+ Genjo Sanzo, Saiyuki

+ Spike Spiegel, Cowboy Bebop

+ Ban Mido, Get Backers

+ Dylan, Modern Family

+ Dimitriv, Anastasia

+ Amon, Witch Hunter Robin

#Aggravation

*phone rings for the tenth time*

Me: Who do you want to speak to?

HF: Hello?

Me: Who have you called to speak to?

HF: I got a missed call from this number..

Me: Yes, sir. That was 2 days ago, when we were ordering food.

HF: *silence*

Me: Why have you called?

HF: I don’t know anything. I just know that someone gave me a missed call from this number.

Me: Sir. Yes. You got a call. Two days ago. To  place an order for food. Since then, you have called me a hundred times from this number of yours that is registered under the name of your employer. Can you please tell me why, or stop?

HF: … Oh! Okay! Okay, ma’am! Yes! Okay!

-_-

Freaks.

Of Freedom and Peace

The scorching sun
continues
to rise,
shine,
set.
As if
trying to remind men
of some
twisted
sad
irretrievable past.

But,
the men
have long gone,
in search of wine and shade.
And they’ve found a place
of some song
and some
trade.

And now
all surround
the goose made of gold,
while eggs of gold are bought
and eggs of gold
are sold.

While in a dusty corner,
the hungry caged bird
finally ceases
to sing
even though her
once captivated audience
has long stopped
listening.

For
even the
blinded fools
need something
to gape and gawk at
And her dark, unruly
blood-red mane of hair
tumbles freely around her frame
in a slow caress so seemingly warm
that the entire slowly-turning room
that she has quietly wandered into
suddenly seems to be made of
falling snow and frozen ice
and the coldest things
that have ever been
known to man since
the first ever
storm.

Meanwhile
someone has stolen
the great golden goose,
plucked up from right under their noses
And the
naive princess of sin
knowing not what begins,
instead spends all her time chasing roses.

Every day has its price,
every truth drowns in lies
Every rock pales to naught, besides dark Obsidian
Every memory has its ties
Every last man shall die
But, I think peace can only be found in true Oblivion.

Rape: Is it a Man v Woman thing?

Rape is not about Men v Women. Our rape culture is not about men on one side, and women on the other. It’s one kind of people v another kind of people. Just like there are good men, there are foul women, and vice versa of course. There are men and women both on each side of this war. We must remember that.

Rape is not about sex, it is about the establishment of superiority or dominance. In the twisted, disgusting mind of the rapist, rape is the punishment meted out to someone who is “crossing lines”. And women are just as capable as men of being cruel and vicious. It’s just that they rarely get the chance.

The British managed to separate the Hindus and Muslims, let’s not let our own government divide us into women and men. Seriously, it is not a Man vs Woman issue. For is it not true that women also hold this view? Our women scientists, our women ministers, aunties sitting at home, and women who frequently serve as accomplices to rapes; these women actually hold the view that in this World, a woman “cannot own a vagina”. (obscure movie reference)

The repeated and consistent apathy shown by most political leaders, both male and female, has emboldened young, mostly uneducated, men into thinking it is okay to assault women, certain in their conviction that these women deserve it, similar to the fanatical chant of the masses that the rapists deserve public torture or executions, a clear indication of the pervasive nature of the disregard for human life in India, and further a lack of recognition as female life as human life.

The point is that there is a fence dividing us all, but this fence does not stand between men and women; it stands between those with a closed off mentality that are threatened by female sexuality, and those that welcome such a liberation. And, maybe, just maybe, it is the start of a war between those who value human life for life, and those who are incapable of comprehending the same. Both men and women stand on both sides. Men here may not have had to fear for their own life or safety on a daily basis like each and ever ordinary female citizen of India does, but any man who belongs to this side of the fence has spent enough time dealing with these issues through his life. And, we welcome each and every ally we can get, ladies and gentlemen.

We are those who agree that our rights are more important than just god-damned modesty.

And, We are Men and Women, who stand here United.

Cease the Misogyny. End the Impunity. Stop Rape.

Rapers and Sexual Harassment: Fight the Law, Fuck the Norm

Wow, look at all the lovely comments on this post. They swear, they abuse, they complain and they whine… but since they’ve also been telling us that certain kinds of clothes will keep a girl safer, as will always carrying a guy around with her, as will not stepping out after dark, along with a thousand other utterly un-helpful suggestions, pardon me if I ignore the primitive dim-wits and speak with the neutrals.

Because, tada, feast upon your Indian society now, dear brothers and sisters! Read these comments, and the thousand others, and cease to wonder why India loves Rape. Look at this case for instance: One botched up sexual harassment, one training-to-be-rapist goes awry, one time a woman decides to take matters into her own hands, she is a “bitch” and a “frustrated whore” and an “indecent person” for swearing at the unlucky Nine-thousandth man who made her mad? 

Oh, even better, she’s over-reacting.

Let me explain. A man is not born a rapist. (Usually) It is a lifetime of encouraged “eve-teasing”, where helpless vulnerable women, usually girls at first, flee from his harmless comments. He is thus emboldened, and moves up to groping and fondling, only to delightedly discover that most women would rather try and escape than try to get him caught or arrested. Some people stop here, the sicker few escalate to Rape. Something like 9,000 molestation ‘adventures’ lead to one rape.

Maybe Nine-thousand is *the* number. In that case, Men in India should stay indoors after 9 pm. Because, every single Indian lady making it to their mid-twenties today is hitting that 9,000 mark.

This? This was only a matter of time. An inevitability. You see, women are like that, what can we do? They much more easily adapt to the division of labor. Okay, so it’s someone else’s job to keep the people, including her and her sisters safe? Cool. Except, things aren’t working out with the Police and all. And, you know us women, totally irrational.

And we’re very very pissed off.

Do any of you dislike it? Good. Excellent. The ones that should be squirming in their chairs, well, they’ll be squirming after this for sure. Does it make you uncomfortable? Well, rape makes the sisters uncomfortable.

And, though slow to anger, hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned.

For too long, the worst of you have watered the Earth with the blood of our sisters. You know the scariest part? I wish she’d ripped his fuckin’ head off. Even if it’s totally illegal and completely excessive. Because, it isn’t excessive for the girl who has seen a thousand like him, and will unfortunately suffer a 1000 more, and it isn’t excessive for a boy who walks around invading personal space and groping women just because our society is so messed up that it starves young men and women from attention from the opposite sex.

So, yes, this video shows that our society’s going to the dogs, and we have a serious law-and-order problem. Glad to have your attention, gentlemen. Too bad you didn’t realize this 50,000 rapes ago, or you may have saved us a few years, and a few lives.

But, they were only women, right?

*maniacal laugh*

I hope it gets worse. I hope it gets so much worse.