#[ the chains that bind us ]

[super-affection]

9/11 was a tragedy for not only those whos lives were affected and lost including those in the subsequent us invasion, but a tragedy for humanity. you should be angry at the us and neo conservatives for weaponizing your grief, your trauma, religion and using it as a marketing scheme for their own interests even though it was their fault extremists proliferated

[lemurious]

[another kind of chain]

Drabbles and ficlets for @lesmis-prompts. October 7th: chains, and I suppose everything I've written so far fits into October 8th: canon era.

Here, have some comfort. It's been exhausting few [?] weeks.

“…strike down the chains, and walk free! Even if we are to fall –“

“No, they won’t,” said the old man.

“They won’t what?” asked a bespectacled gentleman, raising his head from where he was assiduously cleaning a gun before handing it off to his friend. Another half a dozen guns were awaiting their turn.

“Walk free, not after you take the chains off. The weight, it cripples the gait, makes you move sideways, because the chain is always attached on one side. At least in the galleys. And more than that…”

The leader had fallen silent, his gaze clear and focused to the point of brittleness, while another one of his companions piped up.

“And how would you know this?”

“Me? Spent nineteen years there.”

“Where?”

“In the galleys.”

The old man stood up, tall and muscular despite his age, and suddenly relaxed his body, which collapsed in a strange fashion, his right shoulder raised high above his left. He took a few steps, which had suddenly become tentative as well, and his face, which had stayed equally calm and gentle both through the fighting and the reprieve, suddenly acquired the look of a hunted animal.

“I apologize,” stammered the overly inquisitive questioner. “I didn’t realize –“

“Most don’t,” the old man straightened himself, his white hair tidy, his shoulders squared, and his face untroubled once again. “Leastways, not the other part. Couldn’t you see? Not all chains bind the body.”

“Do you mean to warn us of failure?” the low, raspy voice belonged to a man in a green jacket who had been wrapped around a bottle since the guards had retreated. “Because cynicism, that’s my job.”

“No,” responded the old man, sounding surprised with himself. “I mean to say, most –“

The leader finally sprang back to life, walking closer and gently grasping him on his elbow.

“Thank you for sharing your story,” he said, and his eyes shone almost brightly enough to mask the dark shadows underneath, his face pale and gaunt. A sculpture from afar, but the marble was about to shatter.  

“You’re – sweet Jesus, you need to rest. What if you win, tomorrow?” the old man tried to crack a smile, which was quickly overshadowed with worry. “They’ll need you alive.”

“There’s no chance of victory,” said the leader, as cool as if he were reciting a poem, playing with the golden embroidery on his red vest. “And they need me now. So does Patria.”

“So that’s your chain?”

“What?” the leader froze.

“The revolution. Patria. Whatever you call it,” the old man swore under his breath, and for a moment there could’ve been no doubt about the galleys in his past. “It’s what’s weighing so heavy on you that you don’t even realize when it’s no longer here. You no longer need to carry it.”

“If not me –“

“Then, you all will!” he hissed, waving his hand at the rest of the students. “Can’t you see that they’ll follow you to hell and back, and trust me, I know hell. They’ll all die for you, and for your cause, and maybe it’s even going to be worth it, but that’s not what I’m talking about, anyway. What I want to say, is. Put it down. Anything you wanted to do before you died?” the old man’s smile started bitter and turned into sorrowful as he watched the leader’s face beginning to crumble.

“Not all of them,” he muttered, biting his lip, his gaze sliding over to the bottle on the table and to the self-professed cynic who had long since put it aside and had been listening intently to every word.

In an instant, he stood up and walked over, fast and determined, without as much as a hint of a wobbling gait of a drunk, and the old man wondered how much of the drinking had been nothing more than just another kind of chain.

“Do you truly doubt that I would follow you, Apollo?” he said in a low voice. “If you permi-“

The leader, suddenly looking, somehow, more defiant than when he was ready to die in a blaze of gunpowder, placed his finger across the lips of the other man before he could finish the sentence, looking at him with such intensity that the former prisoner turned aside. Perhaps he could help with the weapons, or see whether there was any food left.

When he glanced back, he saw that the two men had retreated into a corner of the barricade, poorly concealed by an overturned wardrobe. The golden hair of the leader had been untied and was spilling over the green jacket, while the other man’s hands, stained with paint, scrambled for purchase around his neck.

[uncanny-tranny]

The idea that manhood is a type of violence that can be wielded is definitely something that I've found impacts me - the idea that to be a man, I have to fight and bleed for it, that fostering anything else is sacrilege. It's honestly really sad to look at cis men who are entrenched in this idea because it's a curse. I've also found this threat of violence wielded against me in order to "prove" I'm not a man, that if I can not beat people into submission that I am not truly worthy of manhood.

I ultimately see this viewpoint of manhood as fragile - not because manhood or masculinity is inherently so, but because it relies so heavily on other people and if they approve of their manhood. It relies on climbing on other people through any means necessary. Should our manhood only be expressed through the blood on our knuckles? Is it right that we bathe ourselves in so many layers of machismo and false arrogance that our true selves are frozen beneath layers upon layers of apathy and fear?

[azurdlywisterious]

he is having A Time.

[brotherslayer]

AU where Roger had Ijekiel AFTER he learned of Jennette's existence. Where he literally made a child so he could marry it off to Jennette. Ijekiel was born to be her husband and give her babies. He'll never have any other purpose!!! Don't look back! don't look back! Don't yearn for something you can never have. You'll be the greatest man in the Empire if you marry the crown princess. And then he does look back and he dares to fall in love with Athanasia out of all people. The scandal!

[damnedrainbows]

Like this for a starter of Alastor bugging your muse, and just not leaving your muse the fuck alone

In the wake of learning about who he’s truly contracted to and suffering at Roo’s hands, he slowly starts to unravel. He’s endangered himself and the hotel and is a wingless housefly flopping around in a trap he can’t get out of. Consistently, he represses his bleak fate and the fates of all he loves under a smile, and just overly friendly behavior, and he hangs around friends and enemies alike!

This estranged deer in this time cloys the desperate need for help by simply wanting to spend more time with his friends, abandoning any need for personal space and finding simply any excuse he can to just not be alone. If he’s alone, there’s no telling when he’ll be summoned back. If he’s alone, he’ll have nothing to distract him from thinking about what he’s done. How he’s…a ticking time bomb waiting to go off, and those he cares for may not survive the explosion.

[yippeeohkiyay]

red dead fandom always goin on about charthur and vandermatthews and whoever else but we already have canon married couple Mr. Black and Mr. White

[nonuggetshere]

Norel vs WL. who shall win

Mentally ill rat vs God

I love Norel but there's no way that pathetic little wet tissue is winning this one, he's gonna fold like origami papper. The only reason he's as dangerous as he is is because he's an influential political figure with the backing of an entire kingdom, its army and personal criminal ties. Only reason he's able to overpower gods in this story (well, canonically only one fledgling god, but there are different flavours of AU I made for fun) is by setting traps and by literally throwing an entire army against them, the only reason he still lives and keeps getting away with this shit is because he's not in the main line of fire when something inevitably goes wrong, it's the people he has working for him that are ripped to shreds and not him. The two only AUs where he does manage to capture her was done through magical traps and use of void to significantly weaken her to the brink of death.

1 on 1 though? That cunt's folding like a lawn chair. The second he's in a room with any of the vessels (that can fight and aren't Whisper) he's dead dead.

[itsnotillegalyet07]

Been a while but… @sodaspons

Sewing complete👍

[eiiskonigin]

additional tag drop because I finally got off my ass and did them

if you're still not on here I promise I'm working on it but I have four blogs to do this on and Mal coming back means I have to do so many tags

[fealtyfaggot]

Why is Chant 2 from the off Broadway Hadestown so incredibly fun to sing

[aceparagoned]

TAG DUMP THE VERSE STRIKES BACK

☆ VERSE: MAIN ☆ a world ravaged by war; yet still stands strong due to the efforts of protector vita and the pipe. ☆ VERSE: THE CHILD WHO WOULD PROTECT THE WORLD ONE DAY ☆ this is her beginning; the cosmos shall guide her. ☆ VERSE: PERSONA 5 ☆ BREAK THE CHAINS THAT BIND YOU TO SOCIETY'S EXPECTATIONS — foster your rebellion. ☆ VERSE: FF7 (AU) ☆ a former turk — i chose my morals above anything else; you won’t make me bend to your will. ☆ VERSE: FFXIV ☆ from an adventurer ascending to the warrior of light; a beacon of hope and bastion of strength for the realm. ☆ VERSE: DEVIL MAY CRY ☆ oh how the sun’s radiance shines within you child of Amaterasu; for you wield Her blessing to protect humankind. ☆ VERSE: IDOL ☆ may my voice raise you higher & higher with hope; inspire you to achieve your dreams; watch me as I shine with this melody. ☆ VERSE: HONKAI IMPACT 3RD ☆ inside resides the undying flame known as humanity’s hope; for as long as I am able I vow to never give up. ☆ VERSE: YU YU HAKUSHO ☆ a mortal I may be; but you’d do well to remember there is an indomitable spirit within me that will never go out. ☆ VERSE: SAILOR MOON ☆ another time; another reality; yet we share the same purpose—to protect the galaxy from cosmic threats. ☆ VERSE: BNHA ☆ magic flows through your veins; will you use it to create or to destroy? how silly to ask since you have a hero’s heart. ☆ VERSE: BAD END ☆ what are you willing to sacrifice so as to save the galaxy? Everything; even one's own humanity to end this war.

[spiderbae2319]

We don’t talk about Leia killing Jabba enough. Her grandmother and father were born into slavery. Her blood was that of the desert sand and the shackles of bondage. Leia was never more a Skywalker than the day she strangled her slave master with the very chains he used to bind her. The daughter of Anakin Skywalker was the one who killed Tatooine’s most notorious slaver, and I find that really beautiful.

[davinawritings]

How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat

Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging

- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.

- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.

- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.

- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.

- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.

- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.

- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.

🖤💕❤️❤️💕🖤

[fatehbaz]

was thinking about this

To be in "public", you must be a consumer or a laborer.

About control of peoples' movement in space/place. Since the beginning.

"Vagrancy" of 1830s-onward Britain, people criminalized for being outside without being a laborer.

Breaking laws resulted in being sentenced to coerced debtor/convict labor. Coinciding with the 1830-ish climax of the Industrial Revolution and the land enclosure acts, the "Workhouse Act" aka "Poor Law Amendment Act of 1834" forced poor people to work for a minimum number of hours every day. The major expansion of the "Vagrancy Act" of 1838 made "joblessness" a crime and enhanced its punishment. (Coincidentally, the law's date of royal assent was 27 July 1838, just 5 days before the British government was scheduled to allow fuller emancipation of its technical legal abolition of slavery in the British Caribbean on 1 August 1838.)

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"Vagrancy" of 1860s-onward United States, people criminalized for being outside while Black.

Widespread emancipation after slavery abolition in 1865 rapidly followed by the outlawing of loitering which de facto outlawed existing as Black in public. Inability to afford fines results in being sentenced to forced labor by working on chain gangs or prisons farms, some built atop plantations.

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"Vagrancy" of 1870s-onward across empires, people criminalized for being outside while being "foreign" and also being poor generally.

Especially from 1880-ish to 1918-ish, this was an age of widespread mass movement of peoples due to the land dispossession, poverty, and famine induced by global colonial extraction and "market expansion" (Scramble for Africa, US "American West", nation-building, conquering "frontiers"), as agricultural "revolutions" of imperial monoculture cash crop extraction resulted in ecological degradation, and as major imperial infrastructure building projects required a lot of vulnerable "mobile" labor. This coincides with and is facilitated by new railroad networks and telegraphs, leading to imperial implementation or expansion of identity documents, strict work contracts, passports, immigration surveillance, and border checkpoints.

All of this in just a few short years: In 1877, British administrators in India develop what would become the Henry Classification System of taking and keeping fingerprints for use in binding colonial Indians to legal contracts. That same year during the 1877 Great Railroad Strike, and in response to white anxiety about Black residents coming to the city during Great Migration, Chicago's policing institutions exponentially expand surveillance and pioneer "intelligence card" registers for tracking labor union organizing and Black movement, as Chicago's experiments become adopted by US military and expanded nationwide, later used by US forces monitoring dissent in colonial Philippines and Cuba. Japan based its 1880 Penal Code anti-vagrancy statutes on French models, and introduced "koseki" register to track poor/vagrant domestic citizens as Tokyo's Governor Matsuda segregates classes, and the nation introduces "modern police forces". In 1882, the United States passes the Chinese Exclusion Act. In 1884, the Ottoman government enacts major "Passport Nizamnamesi" legislation requiring passports. In 1885, the racist expulsion of the "Tacoma riot".

Punished for being Algerian in France. Punished for being Chinese in San Francisco. Punished for being Korean in Japan. Punished for crossing Ottoman borders without correct paperwork. Arrested for whatever, then sent to do convict labor. A poor person in the Punjab, starving during a catastrophic famine, might be coerced into a work contract by British authorities. They will have to travel, shipped off to build a railroad. But now they have to work. Now they are bound. They will be punished for being Punjabi and trying to walk away from Britain's tea plantations in Assam or Britain's rubber plantations in Malaya.

Mobility and confinement, the empire manipulates each.

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"Vagrancy" amidst all of this, people also criminalized for being outside while "unsightly" and merely even superficially appearing to be poor. San Francisco introduced the notorious "ugly law" in 1867, making it illegal for "any person, who is diseased, maimed, mutilated or deformed in any way, so as to be an unsightly or disgusting object, to expose himself or herself to public view". Today, if you walk into a building looking a little "weird" (poor, Black, ill, disabled, etc.), you are given seething spiteful glares and asked to leave. De facto criminalized for simply going for a stroll without downloading the coffee shop's exclusive menu app.

Too ill, too poor, too exhausted, too indebted to move, you are trapped. Physical barriers (borders), legal barriers (identity documents), financial barriers (debt). "Vagrancy" everywhere in the United States, a combination of all of the above. "Vagrancy" since at least early nineteenth century Europe. About the control of movement through and access to space/place. Concretizing and weaponizing caste, corralling people, anchoring them in place, extracting their wealth and labor.

You are permitted to exist only as a paying customer or an employee.

[deathfavor]

@anomieheld​ said: the young wendigo dash toward Fenrir before hugging firmly the older being's legs. Burrying her face in his pant as sh squeeze him a bit tighter from raw emotions and confusion alone. It was father's day but Fenrir wasn't her father so it felt a bit wrong to wish him a good father's day. " ....you're the best uncle ! " Elyon eventually squeaked right after raising her head to look at his face. A timid grin dancing on her face as she looked up at Fenrir almost expectantly. ( Elyon to Fenrir ) 

   “  .  .  .  ?  “  Fenrir blinks in surprise when he sees the young wendigo dashing towards him. For a moment, he wonders if something is wrong. But any REAL threat would have long been sensed by the ancient beast. ( It seemed, however, that young pups had fears of their own still. It had taken some learning to understand that.  )  Yet, she doesn’t seem upset.

   Was...that what had prompted such an outburst?  He finds himself with the rare desire to laugh as she squeaks like a mouse. He doesn’t of course. Especially not when she gives him a timid smile, like a creature just learning to take food from a gentle hand. Instead, he offers a rare glimpse of a small smile. The words....They make him feel warm inside his chest. Not hot like the fires of rage, but something gentle and sweet, something he wants to make sure neither time nor fate can smother. Fenrir bends down and gently eases her grip from his legs so that he can pick her up.

   “  I’m glad you think so, little pup.  “  And he is. He has no idea if he’s doing a good job sometimes outside of what instincts tell him to do or what knowledge he happens to learn and pick up. He’s worked to try to make sure he can offer her a safe refuge. (Unlike the common Midguardian human he rescues, she is more closer to him. It is easier in some ways.)  He lifts her up further, till she can rest on his shoulders and see the world from an entirely new, towering height.  “  Want to go hunt tonight?  “