There Are So Many Things On Gods Green Earth That Are Not Platonic But Are Also Not Romantic. The Erotic,

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.  nasa employee: what?  astronaut: *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.  nasa employee: what?  astronaut: *loading a pistol* moon’s stuck in a time loop. do you have extra ammo? this won’t be enough. nasa employee: enough for…what? astronaut: *finding extra clip of ammo, pocketing it, and getting back on the rocket-ship* don’t worry about it!

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what?  astronaut: *emerging from supply closet with a space harpoon, getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut:   oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.  nasa employee: what?  astronaut: what?  nasa employee: how did you know what i was going to say?  astronaut: *punching in key pad code for base evacuation signal, getting back on the rocket-ship* i told you…moon’s stuck in a time loop. *red warning lights begin flashing*

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.  nasa employee: what?  astronaut: *rifling thru bookshelf of operating instructions, selecting one that says “AIRLOCK MANUAL OVERRIDE INSTRUCTIONS,” getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.  nasa employee: what?  astronaut: moon’s stuck in a time loop. hey, do you have anything to eat? i’m starving. *opens random drawer, finds nothing, closes it* nasa employee: a time loo- uh, we don’t have food in here…we can’t…eat in the control room, only the break-room. astronaut: *sighs* nasa employee:…my lunch is in like 10 minutes, though, and if my lunch is actually STILL THERE and not STOLEN, AGAIN, i can share it with yo- astronaut: nah, that’s ok…no time. *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* or…too much time. but thanks, anyway. OK, bye! *alarm begins blaring* nasa employee: you’re…welcome? wait, a TIME LOOP?!

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: yup. nasa employee: …?  astronaut: *sitting down next to nasa employee* so…do you ever like…wonder what the meaning of life is? the secrets of the universe? nasa employee: aren’t you supposed to be ON the MOON?! *alarm begins blaring* nasa employee: hey, what the hell is that? astronaut: that’s the code red override klaxon. moon’s stuck in a time loop. oh, and there’s an explosion imminent. But don’t worry, we can deal with that tomorrow. So, you have any siblings? *pulls beer out of space suit, cracks tab* want a drink?

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: do you know frank in IT? nasa employee: what?  astronaut: do you know frank, who works in IT?  nasa employee: yeah, but why are you guys back so early?  astronaut: moon’s stuck in a time loop. call frank, tell him there’s a virus in the security patch and the system’s compromised. then get the hell out of the base.  nasa employee: wait what? what? where are you guys going?  astronaut: *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* back to the moon. it’s stuck in a time loop. call frank!  nasa employee: *picks up phone* ugh, straight to voicemail. i wonder wha- *alarm begins blaring*

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: *grim silence* nasa employee: i said, you guys are back early…hey, what are you…?  astronaut: *randomly opening drawers until they find a pair of scissors and some duct tape, getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.  nasa employee: what?  astronaut: *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop. *sticks head back out the door of the rocket-ship* by the way, if you go to the break-room in exactly 2 minutes and 45 seconds, you’ll catch the person who’s been stealing your lunches for the past two weeks. nasa employee: what?! WHO IS IT?! *alarm begins blaring* nasa employee: *running for the break-room* FUCK!!!!

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.  nasa employee: what?  astronaut: *sits down, sighs, pulls a beer out from their spacesuit* moon’s stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: …ok, and? hang on, how did you get a beer? you can’t have that in here. astronaut: what do you know about project floyd? nasa employee: I mean, the usual amount? i’m not really on the project anymore, why?  *alarm begins blaring*  astronaut: COME WITH ME TO THE ROCKET-SHIP, we don’t have ti-

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: yeah. moon's stuck in a time loop.  nasa employee: what?  astronaut: *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop. see you tomorrow. maybe. nasa employee: WHAT?!

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.  nasa employee: what?  astronaut: *sighs, rubs hands over face, and loads pistol, before getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop. and, uh…you should call your mother like you’ve been meaning to. and tell her you’re not actually mad and that you will come to dinner tonight. you’re gonna be hungry. nasa employee: wait, what? WHAT?? how do you know my mom?! why am i gonna be - *alarm begins blaring* 

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.  nasa employee: what? astronaut: *grabbing two pistols, an extra box of ammo, a pair of scissors, some duct tape, a space harpoon, and a booklet of operating instructions that says “AIRLOCK MANUAL OVERRIDE INSTRUCTIONS,” starting to get back on the rocket-ship, but dropping everything with a horrendous clatter* FUCK! goddamn moon’s stuck in a time loop. *alarm begins blaring*

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early  astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.  nasa employee: what? also, hey, where’d you get that duffel bag? astronaut: *grabbing two pistols, an extra box of ammo, a pair of scissors, some duct tape, a space harpoon, and a booklet of operating instructions that says “AIRLOCK MANUAL OVERRIDE INSTRUCTIONS,” shoving them into the bag, and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back earl-  astronaut: *grabs nasa employee and kisses them passionately*  nasa employee: what? WHAT?! astronaut: *loading a single pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop, sweetheart.  nasa employee: what?!? astronaut: a time loop!!! i love you!!! get out of the base!!! stay alive!!! nasa employee: *presses fingers to lips, confused but intrigued, as alarm begins blaring* 

nasa employee:…. nasa employee:… nasa employee: ho hum what a regular day at the office *alarm begins blaring* nasa employee: what the hell is that?!

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back earl-  astronaut: *grabs nasa employee and kisses them passionately*  nasa employee: what? what?! WHAT!?!? also, hey, where’d you get that duffel bag? astronaut: *grabbing two pistols, an extra box of ammo, a pair of scissors, some duct tape, a space harpoon, and a booklet of operating instructions that says “AIRLOCK MANUAL OVERRIDE INSTRUCTIONS,” shoving them into the bag, then cupping nasa employee’s cheek with free hand* moon’s stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: the moon’s stuck in a what?! astronaut: a time loop, sweetheart, but we don’t have much time ourselves, so you have to listen to me RIGHT now nasa employee: *faintly* …“sweetheart”?! astronaut: in 2 minutes and a few seconds, you need to go into the break-room and find frank. nasa employee: wait, frank from IT? astronaut: yes. nasa employee: how do you know he’s gonna be in the break-room? i can’t just call him at his desk right now? astronaut: how do i know this?! because, one, time loop, ok? and…also…because…heismaybetheguywhohasbeenstealingyourlunchfortwoweeks nasa employee: that BASTARD i KNEW it astronaut: BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT’S IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW. hey! listen to me! go in there, catch him red-handed with your burrito, and tell him lunch is on you FOREVER if he goes RIGHT NOW and checks the last security patch - because there’s a virus and the whole system’s compromised. then you need to get the hell out of this base, ok? nasa employee: …ok. ok. and…and what about you? astronaut: *cocking pistol and getting back into rocket-ship with duffel bag* me? i’m gonna shoot for the moon.

EPILOGUE:

nasa employee: so, how many loops in total? astronaut: i mean, it was hard to keep track. somewhere around six months, if i had to guess. nasa employee: damn. astronaut: yeah. nasa employee: and in those six MONTHS, the best zinger you came up with was “shoot for the moon”? astronaut: hey, you know what, i had some other stuff on my mind! nasa employee: i mean, i guess. it sounded like you found time to flirt with me each time. astronaut: yeah, like i said. other stuff on my mind. *they look at each other, blush, and look away* astronaut: sooooooo. you’re sure your mom is cool with me coming over for dinner? nasa employee: can’t make the day any weirder. plus, i owe you for ratting out frank, right? astronaut: he did help us save the world; we can’t be too mad at him. nasa employee: you’ve had a little while to get over it, i might need some more time. and it wasn’t even your food! astronaut: ok, that’s fair. what if i buy you lunch to make up for it? nasa employee: hmm, when? astronaut: tomorrow? nasa employee: well, i’ll have left overs from my mom, and you might too if you play your cards right. day after tomorrow? astronaut: honestly, anytime is good for me.

*FADE TO BLACK*

(adonis event story spoilers under cut)

so you’re telling me urania was a child, shouldering burdens no child should ever have to shoulder, when adonis comforted her with his song? a simple comforting gesture that meant nothing to him and everything to her? a gesture he forgot almost immediately, but that she carried with her for years to come? that she brought all the way with her to japan?

wow! that story doesn’t sound familiar at all to another experience in adonis’ life. anyway, im going to go listen to the fully voiced Reincarnation: Chapter 8 from the !-era story Resurrection Sunday for no reason in particular.

Seven Bridges - Epilogue 4

Location: Tanabata Stage Characters: Tsukasa, Adonis, Kouga, Ritsu & Arashi

Kouga: Looks like you guys have your own hands full with your issues, huh, “Knights”. We don’t have any new members, so we don’t have any particularly big problems.

But our goals and our senior’s goals are the exact opposites, so it feels like we’re gonna be split in half.

“If you gain victory in all of the seven stages during ‘Tanabata Fest’...”

“...I’ll acknowledge your skills and stand on stage with you.” Is what he told me, actin’ like a master or somethin’.

Honestly, I’m super pissed. I bet he just said that to make us motivated, but I know exactly what he’s up to.

…I’m seriously annoyed at the fact that he still treats us like we’re a bunch of immature kids who he’s gotta guide through in life.

Adonis: Hehe. That’s why we went past all the rest of the stages and arrived at this stage – our meeting place – far ahead of the time we were supposed to meet our upperclassmen.

They should be able to see us in a new light now.

Kouga: That ain’t good enough, Adonis. We’ve gotta really shove it in their faces and show ‘em what we’re really made of.

We’ve gotta beat ’em to a pulp and make ‘em grovel in front of us!

Ritsu: I see you’ve got quite the hot temper, corgi.

Kouga: I don’t wanna hear that from you, Ricchi. Since you’re from a warring place that always gets into fights!

Arashi: We’ve been pretty peaceful lately, you know?

Tsukasa: That’s right. But, although it’s embarrassing, our opponent is the “Peace Party” this time. We always feel alive when we’re fighting with someone.

Quite frankly, I’m having a lot of fun right now ♪

Arashi: You’re definitely a member of “Knights”.

I could never get used to that. Not then, not now.

…I wanted to live without making waves as best as I could.

I hated conspiracies and fighting. Honestly, my time as a kids model was full of those things and I was sick of it all.

It feels like I was contaminated and no longer pure thanks to that bloody era.

I hate my past self. I hated how I kicked people down and stood on top of them, how I wanted everyone to love me and how I used to struggle in such an unsightly way. I hate it so much.

That’s a past I want to pretend never happened. Just like the cenotaph at Yumenosaki.

That’s why I also understand how the people felt when they wanted to get rid of it. It’s only natural – everyone wants to live cleanly in an uncontaminated world.

But I decided to throw away my past self and enrolled into Yumenosaki to start anew – I put on glasses and did my best not to stand out.

But someone found me and they fell in love with me.

Adonis: …………

Arashi: He loved composing, just like Leo-kun.

He was terrible at it and couldn’t come close to that genius. Frankly, the songs he made me listen to were awful.

The melody he made while thinking of me still remains within my ears – within my heart.

It rings loud and clear, even now. Even when he’s no longer alive and he’s turned into a star in the sky.

But I was so frivolous and flippant back then and would throw things away once I was bored with it. I was selfish.

I decided I didn’t need the “kids model Arashi Narukami” which was created by hurting others and desperately tried to throw it away.

Say, how long do you think the me back then could keep holding on to that person’s song without throwing it away?

It’s fine now, I still remember it. When I wanted to be alone, I used to visit that cenotaph often to talk to that person.

That person passed away along with his feelings for me, so he won’t hurt me like a living human would.

I projected my ideal image of him in my head, told him my worries and had him spoil and love me.

That terrible song would always pop into my head during those times.

But the cenotaph would be destroyed. The stone monument with his name carved into it that everyone else had already forgotten would be destroyed.

I’m someone who doesn’t want to do unnecessary things, so I’m sure I won’t be going to that place much in the future. Even if I did, there would be nothing there.

His footsteps would get even further from me and I’ll start to remember his name less and less…

Then, I’d have most definitely forgotten his song. His face, the words he’d say – everything.

The remnants of his kind character who lessened my burdens. I’d have forgotten it all.

That scares me. It frightens me. So much that it makes me tremble.

I hate myself for the fact that I’ll someday forget about him. I was embarrassed and hated seeing myself turning into that.

I didn’t know what I should do. That’s why I’m acting weird and causing everyone to worry about me.

It’s pathetic, isn’t it? Since I’m always pretending to be a big sister that everyone can rely on.

Adonis: Narukami.

Arashi: Oh, sorry. That was a strange topic. We’re right in the middle of a performance, so we shouldn’t be chatting away like this.

I’ve got to show everyone that came to see us today that I’m a perfect and beautiful idol.

Adonis: I see. So that’s your pride, Narukami.

Your wish is to be someone you can continue to love.

Arashi: You have a problem with that? We were brought into this world to love and be loved, you know?

Adonis: You’re right. My mother said something similar.

I think I now know why I felt a certain sense of affinity with you when we first met.

Arashi: Oh? Did I remind you of your mother? There, there. You can think of me as your mother and depend on me ♪

Adonis: Don’t make fun of me. That’s a bad habit of yours, Narukami. Talking about important matters seriously isn’t something to be embarrassed about. 

Arashi: …………

Adonis: But you said something very good just now.

Arashi: What? Maybe it’s cause you tend to speak in a simple manner, but sometimes, you say things that I can’t understand.

Adonis: I apologise. I’ll work hard to make sure my feelings are conveyed properly.

But, instead, I’ll convey my feelings to you right now by using the nonverbal communication that my mother loved.

I’ll convey them by doing what I’m good at – in the form of a performance.

“♪~♪~♪”

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today I recited Shakespeare to a small army of eight-year-olds

So last week an email got sent round my college asking if anyone wanted to read some poetry to primary school kids and I was the only one who responded and I asked if I could do some Shakespeare, since I have quite a lot of experience with it, and the teacher said that would be fine.

So I was discussing with friends what I should do and they said ‘er yeah, don’t do Shakespeare.’ And I was like ‘what why’ and they went ’well, maybe if they’re over 10 but otherwise you’ll just get blank looks’ and I went ‘well I don’t want to insult their intelligence’ and then another friend was like ‘hey you should do that kid’s song ‘When I Was One’, they’ll like that!!’ (it’s a really babyish song for toddlers with silly actions) and I thought about it and was ‘like nah actually, I’ll do the ‘Once more unto the breach’ speech’

So I learned that over the week, and I was walking up to the school, and the whole way I was thinking ‘Oh god this was a terrible idea they’re going to hate it, they’re going to look at me blankly like those kids in The Polar Express, my friends were right it’s going to be a disaster’, and I was there early, so I sat in the classroom for the first half an hour, got given a cupcake by some kids from a different class, said hello to some of the kids in my class, they got a look at me.

At half 2 the teacher mentioned I would be reading some poetry, and I asked if we could go outside, which she was more than happy to allow, and the kids were all so confused (‘where are we going? Isn’t it only poetry?’) and we got onto the field, the teacher got them all to stand an arm’s length apart from each other, so I could walk around them, and I did a brief overview of where the scene came in the play, how the king is on the battlefield, talking to his soldiers (“Could all you be the soldiers?” “Yes!!”) and they’re attacking the French, who are all in a castle (forgot it’s really a castle town), and they’re attacking them through a gap in the wall, the breach. Me and the teacher emphasised that if there was anything they didn’t understand, that was completely fine and they could ask me at the end. I asked the kids to watch for when I held my fist in the air, which is when they had to cheer loudly, we had a practise at that, and then I did the speech.

Everything I had been scared about evaporated. All the kids were totally engaged, they were all watching me, they all listened right the way through, I saw lots of excited faces, and they all cheered really well at the end.

Afterwards, there was a lot of chatter, several of them asked me questions (”how do you remember all those words?”, “what did you mean when you talked about nostrils?”), one boy asked me to do it again, they were all really lovely and had genuinely enjoyed it. It was so much fun, and they especially loved it when I told them how my big college friends had told me not to do Shakespeare because they wouldn’t like it. Those kids 100% proved them wrong

I was asked why there's a zionist claim that the Palestininian identity is not legitimate. And I think it's important to understand why Palestinians as a whole are seen as a threat by Israel. To understand why it's not about Hamas.

The claim is that the Palestininian identity was made up in order to push us out. Palestinian existence is a threat to the legitimacy of Israel as a country.

I was taught in school that Palestine was empty when we got here. They used a Mark Twain quote. It was a barren land full of swamps and some nomadic people (Beduins) but as soon as we wanted to come here, the awful antisemitic Arabs sent people to settle here before we could to take up the space. I was in school in the settlements though. I was taught the most extreme version of this.

Another version of this is that Palestine was never its own thing, they're just Arabs the same as all Arabs from the surrounding countries. So they could just... scooch over and give us the space, please and thank you. In Israel no one uses the term Palestinian. If I do, people roll their eyes and dismissively go "Arab." An Arab is an Arab. It's a way to strip away their unique identity and blend them in with the rest to say they could always move to Jordan, or Syria, or Lebanon, and it's all the same to them.

It's a way to make Palestinian existence by itself into a malicious plot to deny us a homeland.

Because if Palestinians exist as a distinct group of people, we aren't the only ones with a connection to this land. And you don't create an ethnostate by sharing.

I see other forms of this mentality. Why won't all these Muslim countries take the people of Gaza as refugees? That's asking why they won't help Israel make its ethnic cleansing more neat and convenient. Yes, refugees should be taken in and given shelter. But this question shifts responsibility away from Israel. Palestinians shouldn't be forced suffer either ethnic cleansing that leaves them as refugees, or a genocide.

Happy Birthday Adonis!

Oh fuck off

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