The sooner you start, the sooner you'll be done with it and the sooner you can stop thinking about it. Go on, up you get, it won't be as bad as you think.
You won't want to do it later either. You might as well just do it now. Even if you don't finish it all, anything you manage to get done now is something you don't have to do later (when you still won't want to do it)
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DID YOU KNOW that sometimes characters lie. out loud to others and internally to themselves, and it'll happen right there on the page. other times they are just flat out wrong and don't know it. oftentimes they don't ever find that out. a sizable portion of any story is decidedly not cold hard fact.
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We want Flawed Female Characters! No, not THOSE flaws. 😕 Those aren't sexy, COOL flaws. You know, the ones that I don't think actually SHOULD be considered flaws, that I might even feel personally judged for. The "unjustly martyred by the court of public opinion" kind of flaws. So like a "flawed" woman who's actually kind of a Saint in a way. I didn't want, like, FLAW flaws. What she did was WRONG and that makes her a BAD PERSON, and how can you justify that? If you still like her after what she did, that makes YOU a Bad Person too. Ugh, disgusting. 😕 But anyway, WHY isn't anyone writing flawed female characters?
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And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a “New Gaza.”
Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.
They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.
The ceasefire is a lie.
What’s happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a “new” city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.
This isn’t peace. It’s violence with better branding.
Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.
Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.
In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.
They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.
When journalists are killed, it’s not just lives that are lost it’s evidence. It’s memory. It’s the last barrier between reality and denial.
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Man, it just hit me how obviously comfortable Viper is with Sage and Omen here.
Deadlock is one thing, but Sage and Omen are people that have canonically been involved with Viper's trauma and past in some way. Yet here she is, smiling and stuffing her face with what's probably Sage's cooking while Omen sits right next to her.
I've always pictured these three as being close, but seeing Viper actually heal and overcome her paranoia (Omen) and grudge (Sage) in canon, as well as for this to be the first time we see her spending time with other agents, just makes me so happy. She deserves to be able to relax and eat with the people she trusts.
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“In those moments, I remembered my favorite story from the Quran, as if it were etched into the tempered glass of my mind: When the prophet was a young boy, the archangel Gabriel cut his heart out of his chest and washed every sin—every speck of dirt, every black spore—from it with the snowy waters of Zamzam. This story of the washed heart appears in the Quran three times. Whenever I harbored guilt, I prayed to the angels and God to cut out my heart and wash it too. My heart sliced open, rinsed in snow. I knelt, and saw my heart phosphoresce with God’s love, white at the edges. Please, I would pray, I want to be good, though in the mornings, the yearning for God, like every true thing I had ever felt, embarrassed me, and I knew to whittle it down, until it paled in the back of my mind, like a pebble filed by the sea.”