We were on the verge of loosing. Nearly half of us were wipe out, defending wave after wave of the Trumpsion invasion force. They keep coming in numbers we could not imagine. The former Buckingham Palace was the last stronghold for humanity. We will defend it until our last breath. We may die, we will die, but not without a fucking fight first.
‘Sir! The stronghold won’t last any longer. If the stronghold fall, we fall sir’.
‘We are on gods favour now son. The only thing we could do is to fight. We can’t surrender, i won’t surrender. We will die here tonight, but i swear to gods our fight will be remember by those fuckers.’
A large bang echoed through the night. Our last stronghold is being bombarder by alien tech we could not possibly match. But it does not mean its hopeless. Bullets and explosive still do damage. As a wise guy one say, ‘when in doubt, c4’ has become our motto for this last battle. We rig everything with explosive that coild create a crater. When we die, we’re taking those fuckface with us.
‘Ready the explosive. We may need it sooner than we thought.’ i grimly told my second in command.
‘very well sir. It was a pleasure fight along side you in the name of humanity sir.’ His eyes glossy but without hope.
We were waiting for the right time to set the explosive when it happen. It started with with the sound of canons. Then the war trumpet blares among the canons. We could hear shouting in the distance.along side what could be distinguish as horse running toward us.
‘You might want to see this sir.’ my second in command handed me the binoculars. What i saw was something that came out of movies. Literally the cavalry was here. Men, whit ghostly men and horses were chargimg the aliens force. They war what i recognize as military uniform. Old, not from this era.
Then mechanical sound was heard from our rear. ‘Tanks sir. Coming from the rear. But..it not from this era too sir. Tiger tank series, Panther tank series and other assorment of tank from different war era was charging from the rear.
Then the sky was full of planes. Ww2 planes, the f-18 hornets, you name it they were the attacking the ground invasion.
The glimmer of hope burn bright again for humanity. The ghost of past war, what the survivor called it was providing backup, destroying the invading ground troop, shooting down the alien aircraft, you name it. The aliens was cought by suprise. They can’t kill or destroyed the ghost, di they become the target.
The battle that could end humanity suddenly become the battle of miracle, the battle that spare humanity to continue and fight another day. The history of us constantly at each other throat was suddenly there, helping humanity to survive. That was the one time i was proud of the war we as human has fought against each other.
As of today, November 17, 2018, any post with links, any links, even to other tumblr posts, just don’t show up anymore in tumblr’s search engine.
I just found out about it, after I posted a fic with a link to my masterlist and it got little to no notes (it shuldn’t). I was right – the moment I deleted the links, my post magically appeared in the search again. Wow.
Please spread the word to warn the others.
This affects artists who want to cross promote their work, writers who want to link to previous chapters or to a masterlist, and editors who want to link to their YouTube channels, among just a few. This new policy will kill content creators’ ability to spread their work, and for what? A poor attempt to use the algorithm to crack down on porn bots and scammers? Sad.
In the meantime, here’s what I suggest: post your work with no added links, and tell people to check the notes for your masterlist, story navigation, links to ko-fi, patreon, and other social media sites. Make sure you have all those things ready, then paste it into a reblog and have people access them that way. It’s stupid, but it’s a work around we’ll have to use until tumblr gets their act together.
Reblogging again because I need advice on creating masterpost links.
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One of the kids got his AC up to 20 and is pretty smug about it. This attitude got him in trouble today when his invincible self decided to open a sarcophagus in a room that has a cold wind blowing from literally nowhere.
THE REST OF THE GROUP: Thor, no
AC 20 BARBARIAN WIZARD: Thor yes!
So a ghost comes out, screams and ages him by twenty years, and on its next turn possesses him. NOW WHO HAS A 20 ARMOR CLASS?
The other day this little black boy came through my lane. He was maybe six years old and buying a Miles Morales action figure. Since the kid had the same haircut that Miles has in the movie, I decided to be funny.
“So..” I asked, “Are you really Spider-Man?”
He looked at me like ‘who does this crazy white girl think she is’ and said “no. Spider-Man is white.”
“Miles Morales isn’t white. He looks like you.” I told him.
This kid didn’t believe me, so I pulled up pictures. The look on his face was something unforgettable. So I said, “Now are you /really/ gonna stand there and tell me you aren’t Spider-Man?”
(As they left his mom was talking about going and seeing Into the Spiderverse)
A Glitch Named Anti 