Ok but do you really think Tenya Iida wouldn’t be a HUGE Optimus Prime fan ?
Think about it . The perfect idol . Has very rational sense, follows rules and handles with care and responsibility ( mostly ) .
Takes care of his friends and has a strong moral compass .
The costume .
The robot hands .
(Not to mention that transformers did originate out of Japanese toys )
Just think about it
Do you ever realize that a hundred years or more from now , there will probably be a remake of your favorite show, new films based on the same stuff and new fan fiction that you are never going to see ? It’s rather sad.
Imagine Sherlock watching Death Note .
So much comments probably
- what is this ….
- well I guess if you can actually be clever you can kill
- HOW DOES NO ONE NOTICE ?!
- Finally .
- well obviously he’s a student
- THIS IS BS! HES CORRECT WHY DONT YOU BELIEVE HIM?!
- he would have won . Supernatural doesn’t count . It wasn’t a fair game .
- ARE YOU SERIOUS? HE IS LITERALLY IN FRONT OF YOU EVERY DAY AND YOU FAIL TO CATCH HIM ?
…..
Run
And then I ran . Why did I run ? You see sometimes you run just so . You’re simply going somewhere minding your own business and a wish rushes through you . You set of in a sprint . There’s no big reason behind it . You run to feel the wind on your face , to feel your hair jumping behind you in disarray , you run to feel how your heart starts pumping faster and faster , your legs weighting down . You run to feel yourself cut through time and space , even if just for an itsy bitsy tiny little part . You run to feel . Sometimes when I’m going home or from some errands usually im the evening , I set of in the quickest sprint I can manage , snaking my way through the people on the street and accelerating accelerating accelerating . Not because I’m a runner . I don’t go jogging in my free time at all , I don’t pursue it as sport . But I run because I can .
What do you think , if some people gathered together today and avoided corona for ten or more days while living somewhere off and telling stories to each other ( aka, Dekameron , Giovanni Boccaccio style ) what the hell would they talk / tell stories about ?
What if the plague doctor poking stick was used for something else ...
“It’s weird.”
“What’s weird ?“
“Humans have a closer relationship with the dead than they do with the living.”
“Elaborate on that.”
“Well did you ever notice how they honour their deceased?
“…”
“ They decorate the remains of the being and then put it in a wooden box. That wooden box they then proceed to put in a small stone monument with some identification of the human. Sometimes they burn them instead. It varies from culture to culture. After that they repeatedly visit the remains and … how should I vocalise that… relive the memories they shared with that being ?“
“ But doesn’t that destroy the natural cycle of returning minerals into the soil ?“
“ It does. It also damages their emotional sensors yet they still do it.
“ Huh.“
“ But it’s not just about the weird boxing ritual. It’s about the process altogether. Humans give much more value to death than they do to life.”
“Can you give an example ?“
“Plenty. Their soldiers, their authors. Even their friends. While alive they do indeed get acknowledged. But when they die that acknowledgment doubles, even triples in size. It seems humans are blind to most of their possessions and are only able to see them after their loss.
“ That is quite bizarre. But if I can give you a word of advice - do not get too close to human psychology. A lot of minds were lost that way. “
“ …..I will accost your concern.”
If you don’t have anyone to doubt ya , start doubting yourself to prove yourself wrong .
„ Sir „ The alien asked his commander
„ Why are humans considered one of the most dangerous species ?
They do not posses any special powers ,
They are dependent on so many factors to live
They are fleeing , their lifespan isn’t more than 2 centuries ? “
The commander stayed still . After a long pause , in which the alien soldier already admitted defeat he spoke :
“ Because they learn not to fear death.
Not all of them . But some.
They overcome the biggest unknown the universe offers . They simply conquer it . They risk their life’s for war , for emotions , sometimes even for fun. Fully aware that their one chance is so insignificant . Fully aware they might not live to even a century .”
The commander turned towards the soldier .
“ No other species has ever learned that. Even our race , that lives for millions of years , shivers and screams as the dark void that consumes everything comes to get us.
Humans are terrifying because they play with that void on a daily basis. Some of them even long for it.
Can you imagine , soldier ?
A human could live for only 20 solar circles and long for the unknown void . How could it feel so much in such short time span ? How could it look the horror that the unknown brings and reach out for it ?”
The aliens eyes widened, and he stepped back
“ Everybody fears the void . It’s impossible not too” He didn’t fully believe his commander . Yet he couldn’t deny the insanity with which humanity moved forward .
The commander made a sound that was considered a chuckle in their race .
“ Say that to the next human you meet and watch, how they defy that in every way .”