the command structure of the GAR suffers so badly from “we haven’t had a standing galactic army for 1000 years, we had to invent all of this yesterday” syndrome it is so fucking funny. the jedi high council had no idea what they were doing and were like, okay, the jedi are all generals now. what general do you answer to if two generals give you conflicting orders? the general. which of the generals is in charge? the general. which of the generals is the general over all the other generals? also the general. anakin is both the general of just the 501st and also the commander of gold squadron, apparently, how does he manage to be so annoying that he’s in a position of command in two separate branches of service? i cannot emphasize enough that the idea of rex explaining that their general is locked in a dogfight with separatist ships, so they have to hold off on such things as “orders” is just a thing that does not happen to people, ever. this makes absolutely no sense but given that the republic handed a military to the local superpowered wizard monk order that coordinates battles at most in small groups, i guess that’s kind of a fair way to take it. you win this round, rave baloney
figuring out you’re asexual is like trying to find a nonexistent needle in a very large haystack except people keep trying to convince you that you’re just not looking hard enough or you’ll find the right needle eventually but the needle just isn’t there and yet everyone else’s is and then you wonder whether or not you actually have a needle and then you spot something that might be a needle but nope it’s just another hay strand and everything is confusing and now the haystack is on fire
PRIDE-ALORIANS
missed a chance to post it on pride but here we gooo
HUGE fan of trees growing in places they should not reasonably be able to
"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level
I hope the billions they're spending on this old lady when we're in economic crisis cause an uproar.
I hope the fact they've stopped people on the roads so they can drive past unimpeded and has thus caused a disturbance in daily life in a city that's already so full of traffic causes an uproar.
I hope the fact they're going to spend millions on remaking every piece of currency to put the new fuckers face on it when we're still in an economic crisis where people are choosing between food and heat in their homes causes an uproar.
I hope the fact that they despite the fact they're royals and fuck those guys, they had to do a vigil standing by their dead mother's coffin for a while and they didn't stop the public from going in and gawking at them when they're literally mourning their mother causes an uproar.
I hope the fact they stuck five people and the coffin on a giant fucking jet plane to move this fucking corpse from Edinburgh to somewhere near London creating a mass of pollution because the train or the car or whatever is too fucking common causes an uproar.
I hope the fact they're trying to force everyone in England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland to care and that they're pushing so hard to make it out that we all loved this lady despite the horrors and bullshit this family have approved of and allowed to happen causes an uproar.
I hope the fact people have had their life saving surgeries postponed because of the funeral and will have to wait months to a year to get another appointment causes an uproar.
I hope the fact there's another one of these fuckers on their last legs of life already so this is going to happen again soon causes an uproar.
I hope this whole thing causes an uproar. I hope this uproar ends this fucking monarchy or at the very least robs them of this power and this access to government money to do this shit.
But it won't.
And if it does, there's no way in hell we'll hear about it. It'll be nipped in the bud in seconds I would put money on it.
Fuck the monarchy.
Gold Experience Requiem's power is commonly understood as the reversal of King Crimson's power. KC removes the cause of an action, leaving only the effect. GER removes the effect of an action, leaving only the cause.
The truth is that King Crimson's actual power is erasing up to 10 seconds of time, while Epitaph's power is seeing up to 10 seconds into the future. No doubt about it, time erasure and foresight are a stupidly powerful duo.
However, GER is not limited to time and fate. In fact, GER is beyond those concepts. Gold Experience Requiem's power is reverting to zero the strength, the motives, and the actions of an opponent, regardless of their abilities.
I would wager that GER is actually capable of removing both the effect AND the cause of an action.
If the attacker’s actions and will are reverted to zero, then the effect of any action will revert to zero and the cause of any action will revert to zero. The action itself and the reason behind it essentially do not exist anymore.
Let's also not forget that any who are STRUCK by this ability will have even their deaths reverted to zero, dooming them to die an infinite number of times.
Any and all threats directed towards Giorno will automatically revert to zero and become nullified. They’re just dead. They’re just fucking dead. Forever.
The statistics of Gold Experience Requiem reveal the truth:
Such measurements of power against GER are completely irrelevant. It does not matter who you are or what you can do, GER will revert reality itself if it perceives any harm coming its master’s way.
"Any action against Giorno Giovanna didn't happen and never will. lol" - Gold Experience Requiem, probably
GER also states that GioGio doesn't know the true extent of its ability which just fuckin' BOGGLES my mind. What does that even mean!? This is just scratching the surface?? Not your full capabilities??? What the F U C K does that mean!!?!
What constitutes as an "action" against Giorno as far as GER is concerned? A thought? A dirty look? Breathing in his general direction? Fucking just E X I S I T I N G in the first place?
Gold Experience Requiem is an automatic, independent Stand with the power of possibly erasing your entire existence if it thinks your vibes are off.
GER is BROKEN broken.
in middle school during my Intense Greek Mythology Phase, Artemis was, as you can likely guess, my best girl. Iphigenia was my OTHER best girl. Yes at the same time.
The story of Iphigenia always gets to me when it's not presented as a story of Artemis being capricious and having arbitrary rules about where you can and can't hunt, but instead, making a point about war.
Artemis was, among other things--patron of hunting, wild places, the moon, singlehood--the protector of young girls. That's a really important aspect she was worshipped as: she protected girls and young women. But she was the one who demanded Agamemnon sacrifice his daughter in order for his fleet to be able to sail on for Troy.
There's no contradiction, though, when it's framed as, Artemis making Agamemnon face what he’s doing to the women and children of Troy. His children are not in danger. His son will not be thrown off the ramparts, his daughters will not be taken captive as sex slaves and dragged off to foreign lands, his wife will not have to watch her husband and brothers and children killed. Yet this is what he’s sailing off to Troy to inevitably do. That’s what happens in war. He’s going to go kill other people’s daughters; can he stand to do that to his own? As long as the answer is no—he can kill other people’s children, but not his own—he can’t sail off to war.
Which casts Artemis is a fascinating light, compared to the other gods of the Trojan War. The Trojan War is really a squabble of pride and insults within the Olympian family; Eris decided to cause problems on purpose, leaving Aphrodite smug and Hera and Athena snubbed, and all of this was kinda Zeus’s fault in the first place for not being able to keep it in his pants. And out of this fight mortal men were their game pieces and mortal cities their prizes in restoring their pride. And if hundreds of people die and hundred more lives are ruined, well, that’s what happens when gods fight. Mortals pay the price for gods’ whims and the gods move on in time and the mortals don’t and that’s how it is.
And women especially—Zeus wanted Leda, so he took her. Paris wanted Helen, so he took her. There’s a reason “the Trojan women” even since ancient times were the emblems of victims of a war they never wanted, never asked for, and never had a say in choosing, but was brought down on their heads anyway.
Artemis, in the way of gods, is still acting through human proxies. But it seems notable to me to cast her as the one god to look at the destruction the war is about to wreak on people, and challenge Agamemnon: are you ready to kill innocents? Kill children? Destroy families, leave grieving wives and mothers? Are you? Prove it.
It reminds me of that idea about nuclear codes, the concept of implanting the key in the heart of one of the Oval Office staffers who holds the briefcase, so the president would have to stab a man with a knife to get the key to launch the nukes. “That’s horrible!,” it’s said the response was. “If he had to do that, he might never press the button!” And it’s interesting to see Artemis offering Agamemnon the same choice. You want to burn Troy? Kill your own daughter first. Show me you understand what it means that you’re about to do.
Thinking about Edward Elric as the Amestrian Military's specialest little unfireable boy
State alchemists can be fired for underperforming. We know this up front from the likes of Shou Tucker. And this makes a ton of sense from the homunculi's standpoint since the state alchemists are sacrifice candidates, and the homunculi would want to cull the weakest candidates and focus only on cultivating the strongest ones who stand the best chance of opening the portal.
........Then there's Edward. Who's already opened the portal.
There's no need to cultivate him. No gamble taken on whether he's good enough to open the portal. He passed the final test already. Graduated 4 semesters early.
And as such, has a free pass to do Absolute Fuck All.
And I'm imagining how funny this is from like an outside perspective.
Some newish state alchemist who'd only ever read up on the stories of Edward Elric, ready and excited to start their career of being paid handsomely with endless freedom to research and travel and do anything they want in the pursuit of science... surprised and confused to find themselves put on probation their first month for things like "ignoring orders." Which is, as best they had thought, a famous Edward Elric pastime.
Roy showing a slight bit of stress about his yearly state alchemist report, and Ed just snorting and rolling his eyes at Roy because every year HE just hastily does his on the train ride over (canon in the manga, a travesty it was left out of the anime) and it gets rubber stamped. Ed not realizing that other alchemists' reports get genuinely scrutinized and torn apart while Ed is free to turn in whatever absolute bullshit he thinks of 36 hours ahead of time. One year his report was about whether alchemy could be done via dance (conclusion: no it can't) and no one cared. Roy WANTS to tell Ed there's some kind of unknown favoritism around Ed making him literally bullet-proof but Roy has no way to phrase this that doesn't sound like he's just in denial and mad at how good Ed's train-reports are.
Guy from the Internal Amestrian Affairs sector who's responsible for auditing other internal military personel for any suspicious activity hitting about 1 million red flags for Edward Elric, issuing a STRONG and URGENT recommendation to suspend the alchemist pending further investigation into things like "literal bunk-buddies with two members of the Xingese royalty (enemy nation)" and "spent $10,000,000 of his stipend on a librarian to make her re-copy (what he seemed to interpret as?) military records in some extremely transparent effort to unearth state secrets (it was a recipe book but he was literally asking her about state secrets)" and "literally has never once obeyed an order, ever, not even once in his career, and is on public record having said 'I do not care about the goals and protections of the Amestrian Military. I am in fact only pursuing my own interests several of which are diametrically opposed to the safety and well-being of the governing body of Amestris'"
The issued recommendation is intercepted before it even reaches its intended desk. President Bradley himself has taken issue with it and denies it before a single set of eyes has seen it. The President's veto stamp is a terrifying hammer, used rarely, and it is now sitting on the auditor's desk.
The auditor sleeps with one eye open from then on out.