...beautiful explanation of everything. check this out: youtube.com/watch?v=B6b7WQy1…

February the Twenty-Second Year One-Nine-Nine-Seven of the Muggle Calendar My dearest Malfoid, McGonagall has given strong indication we shall move with the Mugglehideen in a few days. Indeed, mayhaps as earlier as overmorrow. I felt compelled to impart a few lines should we be forced to maintain Owl-silence, as I have no knowing whence these words might fall under the thought gaze of your emerald eyes, and there is chance still the parchment may only come upon you when I am a stranger to Death no longer. These weeks and months among these desperate, simple people, have adjudicated for me the righteousness of our cause. Some may call it Providence, others in camp claim 'tis the Will of Dumbledore, but I do believe now a touch of destiny's hand brought me to this field of battle. Should it be necessary that I give my life and lay down all that I hold dear on this good island of Britannia, it is a price I will pay willingly in service of the debt I owe to the institution that brought you into my arms. The feeling that sustains me is that of hope, hope that, having satisfied all requirements of courage and pursuing the noble course of valor, Fate might grant me the small measure of mercy and return me once again to the infinite depth of your loving embrace once more. Malfoid, do not despair, for you have given me joy beyond words and description in our few short years of schooling together. You are the Resurrection Stone I keep in the Secret Chamber of my Heart. Do you recall, Malfoid, that day so many months ago, standing before the Mirror of Erised, which shows that which we most desire in this world? Thought you it was broken, for in its mere reflection you saw only us, side by side, for you noticed not that I had moved well beyond the crystalline echo that surfaced the truth of your desires. And so I knew. I knew then that I would love you. I would love you all of my days. I would love you until the mountains fell into the sea, the rivers ran dry, the sun turned dark, and when all that is and ever will be had returned to the nothingness of dust and the cold dark void of what came before, the burning ember of love in my heart would be the last vestige of warmth to outlast all of creation, raging against the sorrow of lost eternities without you. Malfoid, in this life or the next, I will find you again. H.P.

"Chin up, Potter. It was either you or him, and you wanted to live more. That Malfoid girl's picture-locket is going to get you through this war alive, I should think." "Professor, I...It's not exactly my first kill. I just didn't expect him to take a dirt nap so quickly." "Potter, I told you in no uncertain terms what happens to a man if you stab him behind his minerals. You'd have learned it was true had you the stones to take back that old quidditch pitch by force, as I instructed." "I preferred expelliarmus to bayonets, back then." "And you've grown so much since. Well, stiff upper lip and all that my dear boy. Now you know what it's like to exsanguinate a man who hates you down to his very bones." "I have a question, Professor McGonagall. Who is he? Not one of Karkaroff's students, surely. He fought...more like a muggle than any wizard." "A Squibcario. An assassin. Death Eaters started hiring them as mercenaries several terms ago. If they succeed the desired target is eliminated, if they fail, it's one less non-pureblood in the world." "Bloody hell, Professor." "Come, Potter. This is more serious than you know. It means Karkaroff has grown desperate and turned to Lord Voldemort for aid. We have work to do."

every word of this paragraph is absolutely mindboggling

🚨🇩🇰 BREAKING: Danish intelligence says Russia has begun carrying out sabotage operations against Danish companies supplying Ukraine. PET says there has been a significant shift in Russia’s campaign. In the spring, Danish intelligence observed extensive planning but very little being carried out. “What we saw in early summer is that they started to carry out a lot more,” PET lead analyst Josefine Christensen said Wednesday. Russia is now increasingly seeking targets with a direct impact on Ukraine’s battlefield supply chain - including weapons production, according to PET. The intelligence service says Russia is also increasingly recruiting expendable proxies through Telegram and social media, initially using them for reconnaissance before escalating toward sabotage. PET has not publicly identified the Danish companies affected or provided details of the individual operations.

This goes back to the usual Shonen Jump format: Guy has functionally been abandoned by society. Instead of turning his back, he does his best to still be a good person and still works to improve himself. Cue the call to action, followed by friends, mentors, and lovers.

Now look at how much of Shonen Jump's output in the past *forever* fits this bill. Even when the lead character is female, they still use the most basic version of this format as much as possible.

Dracaena is a fellow yearner

Neville: "Luna? Can I have a word?" Luna: "You can have all of them if you so command it from me" Neville: "Uh... can you explain what is going on? Everyone says you know everything--" Luna: "I know enough, only what I am told by those above me." Neville: "I don't know what that means." Luna: "Few do." Neville: "Luna... I don't understand what has happened. I have memories of Malfoy being a boy, the school being somewhat close to orderly, Professor McGonnagall being just a stern teacher. What happened? Why is this stupid sword appearing everywhere I go?" Luna: "There are many words used to describe it. Convergence, Alignment, some would even say that the Stars are Right. It is the old ones, Neville. They have come." Neville: "The old...ones?" Luna: "The Old Ones, the ones who were there at the start of our world as it dawned upon reality. Who saw the story of the universe in their dawning ages and rejoiced at the beauty of reality. Then, they were cast out, sent away, purged from our domain and replaced with inferior creatures. Disgusting monsters that warped Hermione into a lesser being, forced Dumbledore into madness, and rotted our very existence from within all for their petty, self centered pleasures." Neville: "I don't understand what you are saying Luna... I am so confused." Luna: "The Old ones have come, having purged the false gods from our world. Neville, you don't understand, this is how things SHOULD be. They are fixing our world, undoing the damage and gifting the faithful with power and knowledge." Neville: "Then why do they keep sending me this stupid sword?" Luna: "Because the Once and Future King has returned to claim it, Neville." #malfoid

ロシア系のサイバー犯罪者って自国に引きこもっていれば絶対に引き渡されないっていう無敵バリアを笠に着て調子に乗ってたんですよ。それを日本に旅行しに来た瞬間を狙い撃ちで拘束という形で物理的に無効化したのは、捜査機関として最高にスカッとするファインプレーなんですよね。 大阪で捕まったんだくらいでスルーしないで、ちゃんと成果を褒めて警察の予算や給料を増やした方が、優秀なサイバー捜査官が集まって結果的に国全体のセキュリティが高まるんですよね。 企業のセキュリティ対策って何十億円かけても突破されるリスクがありますけど、ハッカー本人の身柄を押さえてPCを取り上げれば被害リスクはゼロになるわけです。

It went from "choice!" to "either you let us kill people in your hospital or we'll take it from you" in less than a decade.

Russians are monsters, child murderers, and terrorists! There is no excuse for crushing homes onto the sleeping families inside, no excuse for killing kids, and absolutely no excuse for doing this repeatedly over and over again for years.

you may not want to read this post while eating. once, a cat that broke into my house got pregnant and had kittens. suddenly, i had a box of kittens. i'm not really the number one candidate for "person who would have a box of kittens". but now, i had one. each of them could fit in your hand, and people found them extremely cute. they only got cuter as they approached the size of a potato, a mango: people would come to my house to see them. i took on the task of watching over them. i'd be working, while on the floor next to me women, little girls, children, all filtered in and out to gawk and become emotionally warmed by this box - potentially, one of the cutest boxes and small arrangements of the physical universe possible: just a pile of kittens. eventually, i moved them into another space slightly separate from my house. here, they got fleas. this posed no threat to my normal home or family, but it got pretty bad. i suspect the fleas were in a bush, came in a window, and then had a population explosion once i moved these kittens there. the kittens were too young to treat chemically. they looked fine physically, but they were just totally covered in fleas if you really got in there to check. now, one of my "issues" with owning animals is that i'm unable to not do everything possible for them. i somehow feel that it's unethical for me, their steward, to leave anything undone where they have to bear the brunt of it and "just deal". this means that for several weeks, all this was solely my urgent responsibility and domain. i'd go out to the kitten space, put them all in a crate, vacuum their space, then wash them to get the fleas off. this didn't solve the problem entirely, but it decreased the number of fleas they had to deal with by a factor of 100x, at least. the most noteworthy feature of this was the bathing. once you start washing, the fleas know where to run on the animal. apparently it’s instinctual - then a small amount of soap just instantly kills them. i'd be just massacring fleas out here. just killing hundreds and hundreds of fleas a day. if there was footage of this, flea teachers would use it in elementary schools to trauma shock their students. just stacking up walls of flea corpses. a really noteworthy amount of death was taking place here. somehow, the fleas know that the face is the safest place to go. so, each time, with each kitten, i'd have this somewhat nightmarish visual where i'd look at their face, during the bath, and it would look fine and normal, but then i'd apply water to it, and a sea of fleas would emerge from the fur - almost like the fur was alive. black, crawling, and i'd carefully apply the slightly soapy liquid, avoiding their eyes and noses, and strip this living quasi-invisible sheet of death out from under the fur on their tiny faces. i did this so many times, man. they weren't visibly suffering, they had no cuts, marks, anything like that. they were fine, really. but i was the line. i was the boundary between the decay and true chaos of nature, and these half domestic beings - the embodiment of what is cute, what cute is: the kittens. since this time, my perception of "the cute" and what cute is has changed entirely. you see cute things, you associate it with little girls. that is not what cute is. "the cute" is able to exist because something - something unseen - is keeping it aloft, out from the forest floor of life - where the law is violence - up from the decay, the death, the chaos, away from normal life. now, when i see something cute, i see these invisible strings. what is allowing it to be cute? what is allowing this odd thing to be what it is? to be free? to float, to charm, to be soft, round, defenseless - how? what invisible wall is insulating this thing, allowing this strange flower to flourish? for a moment, that was me. i was that. my hands covered in tiny blood filled corpses. washing the death from my hands and clothes, so others could see and be: the kittens

Truly excellent, much to think about. One wonders if the level of modern Japanese elevation of “cute” is an index of their degree of civilization, the entire social infrastructure that upholds and enables such things.

“They control the banks, you know.” “You mean the goblins, Luna? That’s because wizardom prevented them from working other jobs.” “The media too.” “…”

韓国、制裁対象のロシアにこっそり支援してたのがバレたもよう。トップがウクライナを貶して謝罪しろなどとほざいてた理由が明らかになったな。侵略国家の仲間入りだ。

It is often reported simply as: “Ballistic missile attack on Kyiv/Dnipro/Zaporizhzhia.” Just to give you a sense of the scale of these missiles: this is one that was found in one of Kyiv’s districts. It didn’t explode. The explosives are being removed and will be safely destroyed in a controlled manner.

we went from "they are just reconnasaince drones, no need to invoke article 4 or 5" 1 year ago to "only 7 civilians died and the whole crew of another ship went missing when the russians deliberately sank them, no need to invoke article 4 or 5" today

One of the more disturbing elements of the world of Fahrenheit 451 is that the classics still exist, they’ve just been wholly rewritten to remove anything that makes them interesting or challenging. Our addiction to a fully frictionless existence is going to kill us.

Russia's war against Europe is ramping up, and recently there has been so many operations that it's hard to keep up. The Kremlin is now sending armed masked men to threaten Latvian troops while trying to push immigrants and Russian spies to Europe. We are the boiling frog.

We are fucked. We are so fucked. We are totally fucked.