#Catervas

[cuartoretorno]

[morela2016]

Mi canción favorita de la banda 🎶🎶🎶

[dani-r]

Milei presented today to the congress a project that turns him into king.

A project that allows the forces to send you to jail if you protest, no middle grounds. That gives room to consider groupings of three persons or more that are manifesting, a crime. That gives more tools to police to justify shooting you to death. That allows the State to sell everything, our satellites, our airline, our gas, our petrol, our lands... and more, to private foreign companies.

They are trying to override more than 300 laws with one unilateral decree. Now they are presenting this project to the congress, just in case the dictatorial decree is rejected.

If any of these two passes, Argentina gets a crazed king. Is the Excecutive power overpowering the Legislative and Judicial. Is the legalization of political prosecution, is the selling of all of our assets, is the end of hard earned rights for the workers.

Today I went to the streets, to protest this, I got lucky to not get punched by the police just by a hair. We will keep going out, we will keep getting organized. Is that, or Caligula wins.

I write this in english, bc for argentinian social media we have the rest, where we are raging. But also, because the fight is on the streets, on the congress, on all that any organized collective can do to stop him. Here, is just to inform mutuals and foreign friends that this is what happens when the people votes the right and its more deformed version: ancaps. Now, to stop him is key, not only for Argentina, but for the whole region.

[sublecturas]

"Caterva", de Juan Filloy en la #LíneaA

[ofyorkshire]

Burke sighed, briefly hanging his head in tired disappointment as he straddled the chair in front of a bound BJ.

"I just want to know where the beast is, child. I don't want to hurt you, but I know you've been seen with him. Please; I can untie you right now if you just tell me where I can find him."

BJ's head bobbed dizzily. He suspected Burke had spiked his drink, though when, he wasn't sure. Somehow, this detail bothered him more than the rope digging into his wrists. He'd always been so careful not to get sloppy with his drink. He always watched the barkeep make it and kept it close to his chest once it was passed to him. Certainly he never set it down anywhere near would-be clients... But one glance in the opposite direction, one second focused elsewhere, and Burke had Barry James Anderson where he wanted without fuss. BJ wondered at a man who could drug someone so quickly and cleanly... wondered how many others had found themselves in his exact position.

"I don't know who you're talking about," BJ insisted, just as he had been insisting since he woke. It was a lie of course; there were many people he might call beasts lurking Yorkshire's dreary old streets, but he knew that Burke wasn't looking for the usual dregs of the city. He was looking for a real beast. A monster. A devil, who only barely wore the face of a man.

A high, small window sat near the ceiling. Through it, a hard rectangle of yellow streetlight filtered into the room. They were, BJ thought, in a basement, and judging by the silence, somewhere remote. He blinked against it, the light, and stared hard at Burke's throat. The white square of his clerical collar seemed too bright.

"I'm seen with dozens of men a week," he said. "Whoever 'tipped' you is wasting your time."

[lyrebard]

working slowly on about/etc but please say hello to eoin stonehall, the seventh born son of a very minor noble house. unbeholden to the expectations of his elder siblings, he was pretty much free to do as he pleased, so he became a bard and set out on the open road. unfortunately for him, he's cute and has an incredible voice, so he caught the attention of a lord from a much larger house, who took him into his service so that he could listen to eoin sing whenever he pleased

[misc-muses]

"Can I try?"

Also eats shit on the scooter.

[sunnetrolls]

👀 Antare how sweet does Demuye get?

"With me? Or just in general? At best I'd say a good 6 outta 10. He's no romance movie character, but falling asleep cuddling after a good show is pretty sweet to me."

[vezhave]

/// me when i was 24: *stays up until 4 in the morning, goes to sleep, wakes up at 8 am and is fine* me at 31: *feels like im dying if im not in bed by 10 pm*

[ratherxintense]

genghis khan

imperial asks. [[accepting.]]

genghis khan - does your muse consider themself a good person? how does this alter from reality?

Vulpes believes he is close. He recognizes that his actions are meant to terrorize people and scar them, but he believes that he chooses his targets carefully - strategically, to slant the war in Caesar's favor, not chosen by any personal interest of his own - and that makes his violence just. The suffering of his victims furthers the goals of the Legion. Once Caesar takes control of the Mojave, it will be transformed into a better place. Vulpes believes this, and believes that it absolves virtually any action against outsiders.

Yet Vulpes still wakes up sweating at night. Part of him knows that he has chosen to tread a razor-thin line, between acting as a 'pure implement' of the Legion and descending into sadism. He blames this personal crisis on the dissolute, of course. Beyond the Legion, he has known only waves of savage tribes, chem fiends, NCR profligates, and the treacherous pretenders of New Vegas. He assures himself that none of them are deserving of mercy.

[cantxswim]

Floating Rocks

Little space thread with Bezi

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Buildings were buildings were buildings. You saw one overgrown office you saw all of them. But one stood out now against the late afternoon sun. It had moss and grass-cracked cement paths leading to it. She followed them, the building eventually looming over her, casting a huge shadow. It still had some cube bits to it but the big draw was the massive, bulbous part that was raised right smack in the middle. It was just about as big as the rest of it.

A half destroyed sign stood to the right of the steps leading up to heavy looking doors. She peered at it, tore away vines and brushed off the dust as best she could. She made out one word: Planetarium. There may have been a map below the name at one point but it was long gone. Glancing around, she jogged up the stairs, squeezed between the heavy metal front doors, and clicked her flashlight on as the orange sun dwindled and shadows grew as she made her way further inside.

[cuartoretorno]

Febrero ya empezó Malón! hay buenos conciertos! a por ellos Malón! saca el Carty! hablamos Bro! 01/02/23

[caterva]

// hi! im alive, just suffering:tm: im easier to get a hold of/write with on discord <: azikeos 

[ofyorkshire]

What was the first thought that went through your head when you saw Bezi? Were you afraid of him? Have you ever been afraid of him?

questions for bj || always accepting (especially about people he knows 👀)

"Big," BJ said simply, voice trembling with an almost-laugh. He imagined that was what most people thought upon first meeting him. Bezi's height was his immediate most striking feature, with the rest of his alien qualities coming as an afterthought only once you came closer. "His size would be scary if he weren't nice, but Bezi is a gentle giant." A crooked, fond little smile. "My sweet beastie. Couldn't be too afraid of him."

Although...

BJ nibbled on the edge of his thumb.

"...Did scare me once, though. Before I knew he weren't human," he said. "Saw him half shifted. Hungry. That was scary before I knew. I thought he'd been possessed, like."

[dimasexual]

@caterva​ sent... ONE from Bezi <:

[ FOR THE “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS meme ]

Faraday hit the ground hard, feeling Bezi’s strong arms around him for a moment before he was sent to the ground. Bezi rolled off and it took a moment for Faraday to get his rattled head back together. Bezi had obviously saved him from getting shot.

Stupid dumb raiders. He grabbed up his 10mm that had luckily not fallen too far from his hand and turned on his back, glaring at the raider laughing at him. Faraday wasn’t cut out for this. But Bezi was with him. Bezi looked out for him. Always did.

Faraday aimed, not for too long, and shot the dumbass raider in the head. The sack of shit went down fast, and Faraday spit the dirt from his mouth, tasting blood from a split lip. He felt the sting of his chin bleeding, smashed open from hitting the ground.

“Bezi, I got him right in the head.” It was kinda gross, but he thought Bezi might be impressed. “Did’ya see that?” Faraday turned to his companion, sitting up. Bezi wasn’t moving. His back was soaked with blood from a few obvious bullet wounds.

“BEZ!”

Faraday scrambled over to him, dropping his gun, quickly shrugging out of his backpack and fishing out a stimpak. It would stop the bleeding at least, until they got to a surgeon.

“Hey, buddy,” His voice broke, injecting the stim quickly into the back of Bezi’s shoulder. He waited for just a moment, holding Bezi’s arm to let him know he was here before turning him over into his lap, holding him.

“Why’d you go and do a stupid thing like that?”