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"You want me to be the bad guy? Fine, I'll be the bad guy"

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This scene cemented that Call will never be Constantine. His reaction to Aaron's death isn't what you would expect from The Enemy of Death.

This sketch is a what if scenario where Call reacts just like Constantine. Where he loses control because of grief, and anguish.

Instead of helping him, they condemn him for something out of his control, for something he didn't do. Well, If that's what they want to believe, then Call will be The Enemy.

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(AU where the tale of sophie & agatha ends with the first book, rafal never stored his soul with evelyn, and sophie & agatha return to the school afterwards)

Not many people attend the funeral.

A few of Professor Sader's former students do, which is surprising. They're all historians and academics and authors, and they burn miniature copies of their books for him, raised dots shining on the paper. Some of them are familiar with the School for Good's vast grounds; some, those who were Never students, are not. But they close ranks like it doesn't matter at all.

Agatha learns, from Professor Dovey, that Professor Sader was a much more involved teacher before them. To Evers and Nevers alike. He'd distanced himself from their year; probably because he knew what was coming next. She sniffles a little as she says it.

Professor Sader's two older brothers are both there; both must be seventy at the least. The oldest, January, burns drawing paper and fine sets of paint, his face desolate. He speaks of Professor Sader like he raised his younger brother, and from what Professor Dovey says he practically did. How it must hurt, for your brother to leave you behind one final time.

His husband Matthew drops a stack of notes into the flames, the familiar dots glittering on the surface. He'll place a hand on Agatha's shoulder, later, and thank her for coming; tell her that Professor Sader was waiting for her, all this while. January will turn away, so Agatha doesn't have to see him cry.

July is the second brother, and he lingers a distance away from the casket. He doesn't burn anything, but he does step closer— just for a second— and whisper something Agatha doesn't want to hear.

Professor Sader has a sister, too. A half-sister. Her name is Evelyn, and Professor Dovey speaks of her with a quiet exhaustion. She taught at the School once. She doesn't return: not to see her brothers, not to say goodbye.

But one of her sons does. Rhian, he says softly when Professor Dovey asks. He looks very much like Professor Sader did; maybe that's why the adults can't bear to look at him, at the Sader who still has his whole life ahead of him. He never knew his uncle. January sent them the invitation anyway. His twin brother Japeth hadn't seen the need to go; but Rhian had always wanted a family.

The Sader brothers are kind to him. But they don't look at him. He goes to stand next to Agatha instead, like some odd pair of cousins. She doesn't object.

Who else? Not even the faculty attend. Most of them made no secret that they thought him insane. There's Professor Dovey, of course, and Lady Lesso by her side, for once silent. They each burn little paper models of houses: Professor Dovey's is a model of his rooms in the School, and Lady Lesso's is a replica of the Library of Virtue.

Then there's Callis. Agatha hadn't even known they knew each other. But she received an invitation from January, along with Agatha's, and their whole twisting story had come out. Their mutual respect, as researchers, as academics. Their friendship. The way Professor Sader had saved Callis' life, given her a way out of the Woods, just as he'd saved Agatha's. Just as he'd saved the School. Callis burns him paper clovers, the smoke reflecting in her gaze, curling up into the distant sky.

And Agatha rounds it off. She hadn't known Professor Sader, not really. But he'd known her. He'd cared.

He might have been something like a father to her, in some other life.

Just not this one.

She burns her copy of The Tale of Sophie and Agatha for him. She'd transcribed it, with Callis' help, into those patterns of raised dots. Professor Sader had never gotten to read it. He'd given his life for it. She thinks he's owed at least this much.

Thank you, she says quietly to him, as the smoke rises. She hopes that he can hear. She'll make sure people remember that it's his story, too.

soman - a rant.

a lot of people have been speaking out about soman’s horrible recent livestream, a lot of experiences shared, so I would like to propose one idea, to all of us, but especially to people who have stayed on his side. roll it over in your brain a bit.

intent doesn’t matter.

what soman meant to say, what he meant to get across in these books literally doesn’t matter. if you shoot someone, it doesn’t matter that it was an accident. they still got shot. you don’t sit by their side telling them to stop crying because you didn’t mean to shoot them. you take them to the damn hospital.

soman talks a big game about how we’ve “misinterpreted” the books. about how they’re “satire.” he tells himself that taking things too literally is OUR fault. he tells himself that his young fans are “smart” so that means he can project his entire adult life onto these books with no repercussions. he has the audacity to tell himself that he’s the victim, and we’re just trying to drag him down with baseless negativity. well, guess what? news flash, kids don’t understand satire. nor do they understand the concept of an unreliable narrator, for that matter. the average 8-11 year old will accept almost everything they read as truth. even IF they register that sophie is bad, or a “regina george type,” they still leave the book with the knowledge that people in this world worry about their weight, or stop eating so they can be skinny, or view fat people as liars/second class citizens. jesus christ, no child should have to think about that! no child should have to think about their body at all! every young person who reads these books leaves with a seed planted in their mind. every. single. one. do you know how many people I’ve talked to who felt like their insecurities mysteriously appeared when they started reading sge? people who had no outlet for the things these books made them feel, because members of this fandom are so afraid to talk about serious subjects? so, no, intent doesn’t matter. only your impact matters. and I cannot believe that soman is so full of himself he can’t even acknowledge the fact his actions have consequences.

if you actually care about someone, you care about the impact your actions have on them. in this live, soman said loud and clear that he does not care about this fandom. he does not care about any of us unless we stroke his ego. he does not care about our feelings, our opinions, our personal lives, our mental illnesses. he cares about how good we make him look and how much money we can earn him. he cares that we paint him in a positive light so he can keep getting movie deals and free promo. he sees us as a bunch of 12 year olds in honors english class whose attempts at free thought are futile and stupid. well, let me tell you something. we are smarter than he wants us to think. we are more compassionate, empathetic, and open to self growth than he’ll ever be. this, right here, this speaking out is the positive change he’s told us to band together and create. he will not silence us. we are right.

soman does not know what it’s like to be a teenage girl struggling with body image. his opinion carries absolutely no weight. we know what it’s like. we trusted him to understand us, and he let us down. we carry him on our shoulders. it’s time to let him go.

Please stop and listen to our painful story and help me save the family 🇵🇸🇵🇸

Help me get my father and mother out and secure their lives

The story of my father and mother who suffered from illness and lived under the wall of a tent

“The tent was their only shelter. Its winter wall was made of threadbare fabric that did not protect them from the cold or summer heat. Inside, they were lying on a thin mattress, two defeated bodies suffering from diabetes and high blood pressure. They woke up every day to the sound of chronic pain and dreams. That relaxes with every breath.

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sillies

Started this series couple of days ago, im only at book 2, and so far its been fun!

"sge character syndrome meaning their personality is barely existent" is the bEST THING IVE EVER IN YEARS OMFG HELP AHSHFBASFHAHAHAHAH

Random rotsg thoughts (no spoilers)

In the main series Rafal is always so wannabe edgy and mysterious and in rotsge he's just a mildly angsty teen and I love the difference

Also I love all the new teachers? There aren't many but i can definitely imagine some cool fanart of them

Also the students but they suffer from the sge character syndrome meaning their personality is barely existent 💀💀

But also the illustrations and cover slap so hard, even though I kinda miss the style of the older books

I'm also vibing with the different rules in the School, like it's interesting to see that it changed so much

But i guess it's got a sliver of lgbt representation so yay?