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So did Jean hesitate to kill falco and as a result missed his chance to kill pieck? was it the steam that threw off his aim?
I donāt think it was either.Ā
Now I donāt usually take or have the time to make SNK analysis, especially on the manga chapter themselves so Iāll make this brief. (Although it is something Iām considering doing in future as I love the series and have been with it for YEARS so weāll see.)
Now in all honesty we did we see Jean caught off guard in the previous chapter when falco stepped in front of him and it really did seem like we were going to get another uprising arc incident, but with people speculating that Jean was going to kick the bucket this time around. Tbh I didnāt see this chapter going in that direction and Iām glad it didnāt but...
Notice how in this panel Jeanās eyes glow and thereās an equal emphasisĀ on what I believe is the cart titanās eyes (or pieckās?)
I think in that brief moment jean and pieck made eye contact and what did pieck do?
I think Jean just literally answered his own question, she made jean miss her.Ā
Maybe Iām looking too much into it but if it really was the case of the steam deflecting jeanās shot or jean just all out hesitating to shoot at falco isayama would have made that clear both by drawing it in the panel and having jean say it as it is, likeĀ ādamn i hesitated!ā orĀ āno! the steam got in my way!ā but he didnāt heās making the reader deliberately question wth just happened with jean aiming to kill pieck.
Now here we get confirmation that pieck doesnāt have the greatest durability, we know that even when she had her team assisting her in battle, with four machine guns on her back she got absolutely wrecked and in the end she got so badly wounded that her healing cant even keep up.Ā
So I reckon she has her own titan ability that weāre not aware of yet, maybe not even marley. Iām not even sure what that ability is, but considering titan shifters are always somehow different compared to the previous shifter (we got this confirmation when yimirās titan was mentioned) it wouldnāt surprise me.Ā
So I reckon even for a brief moment Jean already being hesitant about targeting falco somehow pieck was able to influence that emotion or even take over jeanās own will to cause him to miss? Iād say even control him, if only for a second but that doesnāt seem likely. Who knows!Ā
Please guys,Ā please, forĀ onceĀ letās all shove our bitterness aside andĀ hype the fuck out of this movie.
I have said it time and time again and will continue to say it until this movie is released and until the final numbers are in.
If we ever want to see the Bleach anime come back, this movie needs to succeed.
They will look at the numbers this movie generates on release. I know it wonāt be released everywhere, but thatās ok. Just hype it up on your blog.Ā
Signal boost it. Reblog any content officially put out by it. Talk about it Facebook, Twitter, anywhere.
Try to get it at least close to the top 10 tags.
This is our last chance to prove we are not as bad a fandom as we are thought to be. Our last chance to get the anime back, get the merchanside back in the stores, get the books selling again.Ā Itās our last chance to prove that we can pull ourselves together, away from the ships and the discourse about the ending, for the same goal of protecting the thing that has meant so much to all of us for 15 years.
It is not about the ending. It is not about the ships. Ā It is about the journey we took with Bleach.
And it is pastĀ time we came together as a fandom.
Once my friend Henry was accused of wearing wireless headphones by a substitute so she said for him to hand them over so he took them off and handed them to her. Then later on she asked him a question and he didnāt respond so she said it louder and he still didnāt respond. She asked why he was not responding and he said āI canāt understand you ma'am, you took my hearing aids.ā
one time we had a sub that was handing back papers and called my name. I asked if someone could grab it for me and she started mocking me for not even standing up. taunting me asking why I was not walking up to the front to get the paper myself.
my classmates went dead silent and after the subās laughter ended someone informed her that the wheelchair parked nearby belonged to me
My sister once had her insulin pump ripped off of her because her exam proctor (a sub) thought it was some cheating device.
He soon figured out that it was, in fact, not, when the port on her side (the place the needle goes in) started bleeding through her shirt. Her pump started beeping frantically, because thatās what it does, and it was general chaos until my sister ripped whatās basically her pancreas out of his hands, told her friend āLet the next proctor know Iāll need extra time,ā and walked out of the room towards the nurse.
Literally schools are shit with disabilities. In elementary school I was having a high blood sugar reaction(cold sweats to rapid passing in and out of consciousness, vomiting and finally leading to a massive seizure before you die) and I KNEW I had to go to the nurse cuz I was getting worse. Kept telling my teach I needed to go and he kept saying no till finally I felt myself about to throw up and Iām screaming LET ME GO (i was a little kid to me i couldnt do anything in an institution without an adults say so or id basically go to hell) and the bitch said SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH AND PAY ATTENTION TO THE LESSON where I proceeded to projectile vomit all over my desk and he jut kept going on with the lesson. Finally I just booked it out of the room but I was too far gone to even REMEMBER where the nurses office was let alone where the hell I was that my class literally just left and helped me to the nurses office. I immediately went to the hospital and officially died for 5 minutes before I was revived. I could have stayed dead all because some fuck twad thought his lesson was more important than a students life
After Columbine, a local school installed metal detectors and made everyone walk through them and put their bags on a table for a teacher to search.Ā
A few days into the school year, a teacher ripped a boyās insulin pump off him because she thought it was a weapon, despite he and his sister insisting it was an insulin pump and he needed it to live.Ā
The summer after grade 10 I was bedridden for a week because of parasitic infection that nearly killed me. I went from 175lbs to 106lbs, most of that in three weeks. I spent August in a wheel chair because I was so weak and in so much pain I could only stand for about 2 minutes at the absolute most. But I still started school that fall. By then I could walk far enough to go from class to class, but I couldnāt manage the stairs. Half my classes were on the ground floor, the others were upstairs. Thankfully we had an elevator, you just needed a key from the office to use it. My dad came in to explain my situation, and they gave me a key. For a month.
At the 1 month mark they decided I didnāt need it anymore and forced me to turn it in. Nevermind I regularly missed class because I was so exhausted and in so much pain I spent 40% of my time at school either curled up in the nurseās office, or sleeping in the library. Nevermind teachers had seen me get stuck halfway up or down the stairs because pain or dizziness or fatigue made it impossible to move. Nevermind my blood quality was so bad that the increase in my heart rate from the stairs gave me headaches and head rushes to bad I couldnāt see until they passed. Nevermind that I missed almost half the school year total with days I spent at home. Nevermind that just a month earlier, my dad had to come home from work every few hours to help me to the bathroom, or to get me food because I couldnāt do it myself.
I was also called out of class regularly by my grade counsellor, who would tell me I was missing too many classes (great so pull me out of class on a rare day Iām here to tell me I need to be in class more). She also told me to try harder.
Things got better with the new principal, but before that it was shit
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Once my friend Henry was accused of wearing wireless headphones by a substitute so she said for him to hand them over so he took them off and handed them to her. Then later on she asked him a question and he didnāt respond so she said it louder and he still didnāt respond. She asked why he was not responding and he said āI canāt understand you ma'am, you took my hearing aids.ā
one time we had a sub that was handing back papers and called my name. I asked if someone could grab it for me and she started mocking me for not even standing up. taunting me asking why I was not walking up to the front to get the paper myself.
my classmates went dead silent and after the subās laughter ended someone informed her that the wheelchair parked nearby belonged to me
I had a sub in English once, on presentation day. And everyone goes up and does their thing, and then its my turn. The whole time im stuttering and mixing up my words, having to stop and re-say my sentences. The rest of the class is used to this and claps. However, by the time its over, the teacher is 100% done.
Starts saying horrible thing about how im going to have to get over myĀ āfear of public speakingā and how sheās heard 8 year olds give better presentations (plus worse things but I donāt really member them). By then im in tears and on the brink of a panic attack, and then she starts telling me off for crying
The rest of the class is horrified. Then this boy stands up. He never been my friend and we never really got along, but heād never bullied me. He told her in a pissed off, cold voice that in freshmen year I got a concussion and that I never really recovered from it, so all that was medical related and I couldnāt help it. Then he starts telling her off and the rest of the class joins him. Ā
The teacher is mortified and tries to cover her ass, but the whole class walked out and that boy took me by the shoulders and we all walked to the principles office and told him what had happened. Lets just say she isnāt teaching anymore.
Also, turns out that boy had a sister like me, who couldnāt really speak. Weāve been best friends for 8 years and iāll be his best woman at his wedding next year.Ā
The moral is that Teachers, even subs, and adults shouldnāt scold kids before knowing the whole story, because shit like that can fuck up kids self-esteem for the rest of their life.Ā
When I was thirteen, I had to have spinal surgery. When my doctor said I was allowed to attend school again, he said I had to use a wheelchair when on school grounds. My first day back at school, my special-ed teacher had put up a banner in her classroom that read, āThere is no elevator to success. You must take the stairs.ā I asked what that meant regarding my wheelchair, and she gave me detention for ādisrespecting her authorityā. The next week she gave us a homework assignment to design a poster that could potentially be used as a Public Service Advertisement. On the due-date, I handed this in.
My special-ed teacher was fucking OUTRAGED. She wanted me expelled for ridiculing her authority in front of the other students. The principal proclaimed my work to be āa masterpiece of satirical geniusā and vetoed the special-ed teacherās attempt to expel me.
This wasnāt me, but once a boy in my class got viciously berated by our newest teacher who said his handwritten (weād all been told it HAD to be handwritten) assignment was the worst heād ever received and he doubted the kid even proof read it or even tried with it.
Cue awkward, stunned silence and in the quietest voice I just saidĀ āā¦ sirā and watched as this teacher properly looked at the student heād been tearing into, who by this point was crying, and to this day I will always remember the mortified look on the teacherās face. He immediately said in the most genuine, softest voice how sorry he was, and he and the kid went outside to talk. Teacher came back with tears in his eyes but the kid himself looked a lot better.
The kid had severe dyslexia and the school had neglected to let his teacher know.Ā
People will always make mistakes regarding disabilities, in particular invisible ones, but itās the people who then refuse to admit they were wrong and try to cover their asses instead of owning up, apologising and discussing the childās needs privately in order to make amends and ensure they donāt make the mistake again. When something like that happens to a teacher, they SHOULD respond how my old teacher did, NOT how these previous mentioned teachers have.
And in terms of myself, I have a condition that destroys the connective tissue in my body, and my physical education teacher tried to force me to run around the entire field instead of walking as I was. She got so angry, shouting that I needed to run andĀ ājust tryā, and even threatened me with detention, and then I heard another student tell herĀ āshe physically canāt, miss.ā My teacher then immediately shut up and never pressured me again. Another example of a teacher responding to information appropriately instead of trying to cow out of it like the teachers in the previous responses.Ā
Itās a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. Iām sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. Itās Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.Ā
That changes today.Ā
āHey guys, what ifā¦ā I start to say.Ā
Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldnāt even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadnāt I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.
āWhat if you guysā¦.. stopped killing people.āĀ
Suddenly, silence.Ā
1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.Ā
A single tear rolls down my cheek.Ā "Please.ā I say with a broken voice.Ā
My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I canāt let my lily-white friends down. Not again.
The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.
All I can hear is heavy breathing.
āHelloā¦.ā I say quietly, my voice shaking. āIsā¦.. Is this Muslim?ā
There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer āya lol.ā
āI was thinkingā¦ā¦ā¦..ā I begin cautiously. āMaybe murder isā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦bad.ā
āHabibi, Iā¦..I donāt understand. What are you trying to sayā¦.?ā The voice seems shaken.
āWhat ifā¦ā¦.world peace is good and killing people isā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦not goodā
He lets out an audible gasp. āAre you saying ISIS isā¦ā¦.bad?ā
āMaybe death isā¦ā¦.not good.ā I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.
The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. Thisā¦. This could end terrorism.
āMuslimā¦.Please.ā I whisper.
I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearingā¢, and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.
Iām 6ā4ā
228 pounds
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where do Indians get to be represented either. Why y'all whining about a part indian girl playing jasmine. The setting of the cartoon was inspired by both Agra,india and Baghdad. Not to mention, Indians share many of the same experiences as arabs in the western world.
Itās a fictional setting set in the middle east. In the beginning disney moulding a bunch of different south and western asian cultures together just adds to racism because it basically tells everyoneĀ āwe are the sameā. It does neither represent or celebrate a certain culture but rather blurs them together. Although we have similar cultural traits we are not the same and that is an important point to remember. All this does is perpetuate the idea that tanned/brownĀ āasiansā are all the same. For example you wouldnāt say a polish or a greek person are the same type of person just because they share the same type of skin tone of possible cultural traits. Ā
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