I’m on my phone so I won’t be able to “read more” anything I’m sorry.
He comes every day. Everyone in that building knows who he is now, and he’s not happy about that. He wish none if the women in scrubs or orderlies recognized him.
Or her, now that he really thinks about it.
He spends his nights scratching Blair’s ears and daydreaming about their lives before the fight with the Dead Meister. Back before his days centered around puzzles that never had all the pieces and board games with no instructions. That was the fight that ended everything, and the steel in his blood ached to be freed, to be a scythe, to be the wrath of his Angel of Death again.
But he’s lost all that.
It doesn’t stop him from coming every day, and sitting in the common room, waiting for Maka to come and sit with him. She looks enough like Maka still, but her eyes are always dull, and he never sees her pupils anymore. She shuffles towards him, in a pair of his boxers and a tank top and only looking at him dead on once when she sits down. He always smiles at her and waits, hoping to God today she’ll talk to him.
But, like every other day, she offers him a smile but never ending silence. That fight took her voice from her, and they haven’t been able to get it back.
Her voice wasn’t the only casualty. Soul doesn’t know what the Dead Meister did to Maka when it had grabbed her, but since the fight, Maka was unable to resonate with anyone. They tried all different weapons, and they even tried Spirit but Maka couldn’t hold a weapon. The silent anguish in her eyes had been enough to rip Soul’s tentative hope right out from under him. His Meister couldn’t be a Meister anymore.
But, that didn’t mean she wasn’t still his Meister. So he went to see her every day in the hospital Stein had sequestered her to, (for study, he had explained with a gleeful smile) and sat with her until they made him leave for the night.
She tilted her head when he settled in, and moved her hands in the Maka Sign Language she had invented since the fight to talk. Only Soul was able to understand her gestures though. And then she wanted to know what was wrong.
"Ah….Kid is…he’s planning on assigning me a region soon. Wants to put me in place you know? Doesn’t need me here while your old man is still in the running."
Maka nodded, her face falling microscopically. She was bracing herself for the killing blow, she just wasn’t sure what it was going to be. She grabbed the box in front of them and dumped out the puzzle pieces. While he flipped them over, Maka waved to get his attention, and moved her hands to ask him what happens now.
"Well, the Reaper is assigning me, and I’m supposed to go. But I’m supposed to bring my Meister."
Maka huffed and starting slipping corner pieces together. She looked at him once before she looked down, and gave a shrug at him.
"Maka…please. You gotta give me a sign here or something. Please. I can’t…I can’t keep pushing Kid away, I need to know you’re in there still. Please."
Maka didn’t move, just stared at the puzzle pieces and Soul swallowed his anger. “Maka please don’t leave me behind here. Please.”
Her eyes narrowed as he continued to speak, and his heart ached when he couldn’t feel her soul flare. “I go where you go. I gave you that. You have to give me the same! We’re partners! You’re my Meister, and it feels like you gave up! I don’t want to lose you! Not like this! Maka, FIGHT!”
She was silent and Soul stood to get up. “I’ll write you. I would like to call, but I don’t think I’d know if you were there.”
He was almost to the door when the puzzle pieces rained down on his head. He turned to see her standing there, fire finally in those dead eyes. Her teeth clenched tighter and her eyes filled with tears.
"Wait. For. Me." Her voice was raw and cracked, and Soul stood up a little straighter and smiled.
"You know I will."
As much as I want to believe this, it would be great if it was true, but I’ve seen and heard nothing of Muslims condemning ISIS save for one picture.
The funny thing is, you just completely proved the point being made in the tweet, clearly you haven’t been listening to Muslims at all:
This is just a taster. Now run along and do some research before making petty generalisations.
Also comes back to the point of why we have to come out and condemn in the first place when other folks (e.g. white folks) don’t have to condemn the tons of dumbass shit they do??
White privilege is not having to defend and distance yourself from extremists/terrorists within your ethnic group. Never met a white person who had to actively say “I’m not like that, I totally disapprove” when there’s a news story about Westboro Baptist Church or KKK.
Just because people don’t acknowledge something is happening does not mean that that thing is not, in fact, happening.
And it is funny, isn’t it, that the people who demand every member of a marginalized group take radical elements to account are the same people who cry “not all X” when asked to do the same.
For Proma, even though it’s terribly late. I really hope you enjoy it<3
Some fluffy and … Not so fluffy autumn/winter drawings inspired by bearcrew.
He’s completely oblivious to all the attention he’s garnering