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natlan world quest spoilers

*kukulkan voice* my son....he was too gay and too mentally ill for the good of the nation. for his own too, i guess.........

But on a serious note?

I'm gonna be sick.

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the playable durin rumors are kinda pissing me off so i finally drew mockup playable elynas before hoyo gets to him first

yeah I know he's not fat enough. sigh.

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Wanted to make a post about what's going on in turkey but I'm so fucking tired

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I think childe is breedeble

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rhinenation how do we feel about durin being rumoured playable sometime soon.

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tales scara doodle that was supposed to be a big gorgeous piece but i got demotivated. rip

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" X Reader" is such a fascinating sub-genre of fictional romance, especially on Tumblr.

You crack open a character tag and you scroll down a bit, and in less than five minutes you'll find a beautifully embellished post with custom separators and HTML coded text and fonts. The title? Spinky McHotman Fucks You At a Wendy's.

Then, when you open it, you're faced with the most unimaginative, generic and eye-roll worthy slop of a smut you could ever think of. You check again to make sure the writing is actually about Spinky McHotman, because his lines sound like they were written by an underpaid porn screenwriter and acted out by an even more underpaid porn actor. The tags match, it clearly says spinky mchotman x reader.

So, severely disappointed, you scroll for...A grand total of a minute and a half at most, before you're met with an almost identical post. You check the blog just to make sure it's not the same author, but no. It's actually an entirely different person who happens to use the exact same embellishments and the likes. You read this one too out of curiosity, and somehow this is even worse. It reads like a child who just learned the words for genitalia, plagiarizing a Harlequin story from memory after skimming through it for ten minutes before mom came in. Spiky McHotman sounds like a cardboard cutout with sentient family jewels taped to it.

You continue to scroll some more, and you find a blog that specialises in writing X readers for requests. One request seems... Actually interesting, anon might be onto something! And who knows, maybe the blog owner used the idea creatively and oh no, it's just more horny slop. The actual interesting parts of the idea are barely elaborated upon, almost as if the writer was in physical pain writing about something other than sex onomatopoeia and genitalia descriptors for more than two minutes. The rest of the story is more poorly written, generic smut.

Tired, you check the blog, out of exasperated boredom.

Turns out, the writer isn't even in the fandom Spinky McHotman originates from, so their perception of him is based on other fanfics of him. They post 3 x readers daily, and all of them follow the exact same formula, the only changes being in names and places. Each post has a 100 likes at the minimum.

Desperate, you scroll for a little longer, before you officially give up. You ask God to give you a sign of some kind - and moments after, you see it. The sign itself, louder and clearer than an infant's first cry :

Yandere!Spinky McHotman Kidnaps Fem!Reader At A Wendy's

But Spinky McHotman is heavily implied to be a gay man in canon, you remember while recovering from the psychic flash bang.

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I've got a weekend job at a restaurant and as it turns out, DSaF was not a comedic satire of fast food chains and their work ethics.

It was a documentary.

My boss, when he wants to crack open a head of garlic for peeling, throws the entire package onto THIS CARPET

AND STOMPS ON IT.

The floor is always sticky, no matter how much I mop it. The mop and the bucket themselves are sticky.

Grease is on everything.

The employee bathroom is a cold, dark abyss with no door in it.

My boss cleans the dining area carpets by sliding a slightly wet mop over them. And expects me to do the same.

Some dishes are patted dry with the greasiest, filthiest rags known to man.

For my shifts, I'm the only person besides him and I'm both the dishwasher, waitress, janitor and kitchen assistant. I had to run plates seconds after peeling shrimp that has been sitting in a greasy plastic tupperware box for who knows how long. The shrimps themselves started to turn yellow.

And for all of that, I'm only paid 3/4th of the national minimum wage.

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since my blue-sky has a pink blue colour scheme going on as opposed to the green and yellow here, I decided to make a separate sona for my blue-sky

or as my friend calls it, the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂sona.

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Earthly Delights

A short interlude about love, past and present, sweet and bitter, intoxicating and poisonous ; about a puppet growing into a true God, cruel and selfish.

Heed the tags.

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forgive me for asking about Egypt, but I think it’s an important question. if the Arab leaders are mostly normalisers and zionists, why do you think the historical / material conditions aren’t in place for Egyptians - ostensibly in solidarity with Palestine - to protest their leaders? why aren’t there mass protests against the blocking of humanitarian aid by the occupation, protests against the closure of the crossing, and against the extortionist Egyptian private companies for crossing? I ask this in the same way I would ask why there are no genuine uprisings happening in the imperial core.

As clear as it was in the twentieth century, the fight is not simply about or within Gaza. Rather, it is felt across all Arab capitals—from Cairo to Amman to Damascus to Baghdad—and it is a cause for the masses of the region to organize around. The struggle for Palestine is a struggle for the future of the Arab region. The people of the region were aware of this in the twentieth century, and they remain aware of it now—despite decades-long efforts to enforce a top-down normalization. Despite the above, the question of “where are the masses?” remains to be grappled with. As the Zionist state’s assault on Gaza has continued to intensify, we have seen some responses wane, especially those related to mass mobilizations. We could safely argue that the response of the Arab masses has not been sufficient to meet the political demands of the moment. If pro-Palestine and anti-Zionist sentiment remains for the most part strong in the region, how do we explain this paralysis? Is severe repression a satisfactory answer? If we understand the political subject as an individual with the political will to deliberately intervene in the course of history, how do we shift this subjectivity from being a bystander and witness to becoming an agent of history? To answer these questions, it is crucial to examine the recent history of the region and the context within which October 7th happened. The existing Arab political subject did not emerge at the dawn of October 7th; they are the product of the material conditions in which they exist. The past 12 years in the Arab world have been marked by counterrevolution, regional warfare, tens of thousands of Arabs killed, tens of thousands more detained, economic dependency, sanctions, Western intervention, and increasing autocracy and repression. In the case of Egypt, while the fear of repression among the masses is justified, the extent of this social fear is a symptom of the failure to introduce serious counterhegemonic political and social forces. This has led to a kind of collective paralysis. Yet, this situation did not come from nowhere; it’s partly the result of intentional processes of depoliticization and political melancholy tied to the success of counter-revolutionary processes, which reversed any gains from the eighteen days of uprisings in Tahrir square. This has had disastrous effects on the potential for the masses in Egypt to view themselves as agents of history—agents of change—as well as a loss of political memory regarding organizing. Primed by the the NGO-ification of politics—due in large part to the outlawing of political organizing and the overreliance on rights-based organizations instead of grassroots organizing and political formations—an environment hostile to mass mobilization has developed. There are now young people in Egypt who have never participated in a political demonstration, voted in a student union, or filed a union motion. This is vastly different from the conditions that laid the groundwork for January 2011, which were forged through organizing during the second intifada, workers’ strikes, student organizing, and more. This has led to political adventurism, confining political expression to disparate actions that single out actors, resulting in detainment and more repression. For example, in March, a sole individual in Egypt climbed atop a billboard and waved a Palestinian flag while calling Abdel Fattah al-Sisi a traitor was arrested. Similarly, two students who took the initiative to start a student movement for Palestine to coincide with the encampments across the United States were detained just days later.

The most significantly anti-Zionist populations in the Arab world were not sufficiently politically activated for the occasion, but it is not enough to simply wonder why; our task is to analyze the material conditions that have impeded this. After all, this same population invaded the Israeli embassy in September 2011, tearing down one of its outer walls, scaling the building to tear down the Israeli flag, resulting in over one thousand injuries and at least three deaths, and replacing it with Egyptian and Palestinian flags. During the Israeli assault of 2012, a delegation of almost five hundred Egyptians seized the political vacuum to enter the Gaza strip, becoming the single largest civilian group to do so since 1967. Was it not the student movement in Cairo during the War of Attrition that forced Anwar Sadat to launch the 1973 war? If it is not a lack of solidarity, then how do we explain the looming sense of political impotence that we are currently witnessing in Egypt. What happens when a society has undergone, or still undergoing, a vicious all-encompassing counterrevolution? One need only look at the history of “failed” revolutionary projects—the inevitable decades of repressive corrections and counterrevolutions—to realize the extraordinary repression and erasure of political life for Egyptians since 2013. Closely followed and cheered on by people of conscience around the world, including Palestinians in Gaza, the January 2011 revolution was crushed by 2013. Whereas after Abdelfattah El Sisi’s popular coup initially sparked a mobilizing process, the gains made in political mobilization, strategizing, and developing political consciousness unraveled after 2013. Today’s Egypt serves as a stark example of the effects of political defeat: failed strategies resulting from a marriage between revolutionary defeat and continuously repressive counterrevolutionary processes.

Left-wing Melancholia: The Arab political subject by Nihal El Aasar

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Earthly Delights

A short interlude about love, past and present, sweet and bitter, intoxicating and poisonous ; about a puppet growing into a true God, cruel and selfish.

Heed the tags.

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i do write for attention, actually, because that's a normal reason to create art

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@radaedan

i love characters who do the “i worship the myth i make of you” and in turn dehumanize and get wrong the object of their devotion and love. yes project a thing that does not exist onto a pedestal and kneel at it like it is your altar. this will surely not blow up in both of your faces eventually

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I've come to make an announcement :

Gold Rhinedottir is a BITCH-ASS MOTHERFUCKER. She pissed on my fucking country. That's right, she took her pointy fucking dogs out and she pissed on my fucking country, and she said her strap was "T H I S B I G," and I said "that's DISGUSTING" so I'm making a callout post on my Akasha.com : Gold Rhinedottir, you've got a small strap, it's the size of this Gnosis except way smaller.

And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like!

PWOOOOOSH

That's right baby. All points, no quills, no pillows - look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong.

She fucked my country, so guess what? I'm gonna FUCK Teyvat. That's right, this is what you get : MY SUPER LASER PISS.

...Except I'm not gonna piss on Teyvat, I'm gonna go HIGHER.

I'M PISSING ON THE MOOOOOOOOOOOON

HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT PHANES?! I PISSED ON THE MOOOOON YOU IDIOT

You have twenty three hours before the piss DRRRROPLLLLETS hit the fucking earth, now get out of my fucking sight before I piss on you too.

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this is how it went for the first 15 minutes of katsuragi's execution

young nagamasa reveal is so funny because what do you mean this guy, this scrawny shoujo love interest looking ass

manage to nearly cut THIS GUY

IN TWO WITH THAT BIG ASS SWORD WHEN IT ALMOST LOOKS LIKE A STANDARD SIZE KATANA IN KATSURAGI'S HANDS JUST HOW HUGE WAS HE WHAT