#Children who don’t speak the same language as them & have wrecked so much shit

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 202

How about a 3 way crossover, ay? DC, DP, & LOZ

Danny has gotten into a habit, of well, not exactly mapping out the Realms, but also sort of mapping out the Realms. There’s a pattern to how things move around, like planets’ revolution around the sun. At least as long as no one moves their lair purposely. But he’s figured out the pattern, which means he can explore a lot more if he times things right! 

Which is how he ended up finding this crazy world full of so much fun stuff, and he just had to bring his friends, y’know? And his new friends (one of which might not talk but is expressive and easily gets their point across) is so fun too! 

They even all have matching ears, though it seems to be natural for Link while theirs is well, ecto-contamination related. But still, go Team Elves! And Link shows them all the really cool stuff and they introduce them to their friends- several of which are ghosts themselves, which is sweet! 

And of course, they need to show him (and his ghosts) around the Realms too! Maybe they can even get his ghost friends to be visible to others so they can say hi to their still living friends too! (Link, Link no, don’t challenge Fright Knight to a spar-) 

Everything is going great, they’re having fun! Zelda is going a little feral in learning all this stuff about other worlds and the Realms and everything. Link is enjoying eating everything and sparring and just generally exploring. It’s fun!

And then the stupid natural portal had to ruin it! Look, if one person falls through, they’re all going. Team Elves for the win after all! And hey, more minds mean more chances to get back. They all have their lives to deal with, they can’t stay forever… probably. Clockwork is probably helping with pausing time if the sticky note is anything to go by. 

But they were having fun- oh wait, this is a vacation? Vacation from prophecies and ghost attacks and everything? Well why didn’t you say so! Alright guys, continue. Let’s explore even more! 

[newswcanonprompts]

Children Fall AU

Padawan Anakin with a group of initiates all ‘Falling’ at the same time

Maybe a Gathering gone wrong or something. Everyone is captured. Pirates or bounty hunters or just awful people.

No knights or the knights are killed.

Anakin is trying to protect the younglings.

Sacrificing himself if he can.

Falls in the process.

The kids are too young. They're not supposed to be in the field yet. There's a reason you're supposed to be a certain age before field missions. Before being chosen as a Padawan.

They can't handle their emotions.

They try to save Anakin right back but Fall, too.

Maybe they get overwhelmed by Anakin's Falling, since he is a supernova? And their shields aren't enough to protect them?

They survive and everyone is dead or dying but Anakin stands among a group of children, all with eyes of gold and he doesn't know what to do.

I want there to be like a noble reason for it?

Maybe but that definitely doesn't help the situation.

Maybe he remembers the tales of the Sith and executions.

He takes the kids and runs.

He doesn't know what he'll do, he just wants to protect them.

Maybe he Falls because he can't defeat the pirates/bounty hunters otherwise

They are kids, they can't be that dark, could they Fall by a Coruscanti Jedi point of view? Not so much Dark as too much attached, multiple Force Bonds attached? The question is more along the lines of Anakin knowing that, though.

They are holding each other together so closely that they would break if you tried to separate them? The pieces make a coherent whole together, but otherwise they would just be broken?

What if the younglings fell first and Anakin fell so that they wouldn't be alone.

Like the idea that the younglings would be hunted or at the very least isolated and he couldn't let that happen (Bariss and Ahsoka could be part of that group, they are in the right age range, right?)

He promised to protect them and he kept them alive but ultimately failed in the way that matters most to the Jedi.

It also could be about healing and building far away from what you used to know and considered home.

So the situation is too much too soon and they all fall. And Anakin with his too big heart and shields that still don't block emotions as much as they should is overwhelmed and he could fight it but…

But these kids need him. They're scared and terrified and he knows that they aren't going to risk heading back to the Jedi, not with the horror stories told about Sith and Dark Side users.

He can't leave them. They need someone, anyone. Even if that's probably him.

You could have them pick up other Force Sensitives kids in bad situations as they flee and protect each other. Like a travelling clan of Forces Sensitives.

The use of the word clan makes me wonder if this version of Anakin would look into alternative Jedi philosophies, like Vizla.

And the Jedi mourning Anakin plus the Initiates because they think they're dead.

The Jedi eventually track down the pirates, but the base has so much blood and darkside surrounding it that they assume that the pirates were blindsided by a dark force user/sith and the children were taken. The Jedi finding the building and feeling the overwhelming about of dark side energy that was used there.

Privately the Council almost hope they're dead because they think that it would be a kinder fate than to be tortured and broken by the Sith.

Quinlan not being able to get a read on anything because it's so heavy with pain and dark side energy.

All he sees is gold eyes and screaming.

He doesn't notice that it's more than one pair. Doesn't realise that they're each filled with tears and oh so young.

Obi-Wan is convinced that Anakin is still alive because the bond didn't snap but it might as well have because it's never been so solidly closed to him.

Anakin was always leaking emotions and thoughts through the bond and now all that meets Obi-Wan is a durasteel wall.

Also, Anakin becoming a bounty hunter to make sure the kids get enough food

If he looks into the Mandalorian Jedi, as a way to teach the Fallen kids, he could become Mando and do the bounty hunting as a way to take care of them. Just an idea, though.

What if they all become bounty hunters and no one realises that they're Sith or Dark Side users? Until a fight ends in a helmet being knocked off.

I like the thought of the kids forming a new Order of nomadic Force Users, you could fit so much Force worldbuilding here as they figure things out away from Coruscant.

What if dar jettii Ani and his gaggle of kids has a run in with Jango Fett. Depends on canon or fanon interpretation really.

I would imagine that Jango would absolutely adopt this smol child (teenager) and his band of even more smol children.

Wouldn't that be hilarious? Jango with 8 new kids?

One sullen teenager that refuses to trust. And then he plops Boba in Anakin's arms and Anakin just freaking melts and it's all over from there.

So, this Jango has his hatred of Jedi balanced by his love of children?

Or is it part of his plan against the Jedi to encourage Force users to create an alternative that won't make the same mistakes the Jedi did that led to the slaughter of his people?

I don't know since Anakin & Co. here aren't exactly Jedi. Though I think this Jango would have his hatred of Jedi balanced by his love of his 8 foundlings.

Jango as the Mand'alor.

Anakin pitches a fit when he finds out about the clones and Jango doing right by them

And all eight new kids have lightsabers, but they're not Jedi, so..........Boba/Jango might get the Darksaber in this!!!

Anakin finds out that Vizla has a Jedi artifact and just gets it back.

Hands it to Jango: “Like what? You needed this, right?”

Jango is a tired new dad. So Anakin is just like running around doing whatever and causing his dad stress.

What if Jango adopted them and didn't tell them?

Like, he said the words and Anakin didn't understand. The others did too, because they had that class, but Anakin didn’t

I mean Anakin would jokingly call him "buir" or "dad" at one point or another and Anakin is like "why do you even care".

He gets it eventually.

When he sits the fuck down and stops running around trying to protect everyone and puts the time in to sort his shit.

Read: When Jango gets the kids to sit on him when he starts looking like complete shit.

Yeah, Jango absolutely enlists his siblings' fellow former-Jedi to get him to slow down and relax.

They have it out at some point that Jango adopted him probably when he's gotten himself injured and doesn't understand why Jango won't leave him

and Jango's like "You kriffing di'kut, you're my son" and Anakin's like "?!?!?!? What?!?!"

Anakin can speak several languages but not mandoa. Jango tries to teach him, but his accent is atrocious.

Anakin can understand Mando'a and he sometimes uses some words, but he can't speak it.

Plus, he sometimes crosses Mando'a with another language or several and it just becomes an incomprehensible mess unless you understand all the languages he's crossed Mando'a with.

how about Mando'a's too close to something else he knows.

He keeps getting it super confused with another language.

Like french and spanish, but there's no cross meanings, so it might sound the same, the meanings AREN'T.

At this point, everyone just goes "you need a translator droid if you want to speak with Anakin"

However, he will offhandedly speak in another language or start writing in one language and end in another no matter how fluent he is.

And his accent is still atrocious. The closest comparison is the bastard compromise between Texan and Yorkshire.

Anakin is that one person who will use words from whatever languages are the best to speak about any given subjects.

Or whichever language he associates with a given subject. That's why he learned how to speak binary in the first place.

Boba becomes fluent in binary before speaking fluently in Mando'a.

I wonder how the discovery of Kamino would pan out in this.

Anakin accidentally starts a clone rebellion, and oops, it looks like there might be a Revolution on Kamino.

Slave rebellions are always very very good.

Dex: Ah yes Kamino, or how the Mand’alor got his groove back. Outer Rim politics got wild a while back let’s just say. Long story short, the Mand'alor adopted eight new children, one of them pitched a fit about clones, and things devolved from there.” 

The Clone Wars are going to be a wreck.

There’s an army missing!

Sheev running around his office like: “Now, where did I put that”

He is furious because there's an army missing, his future apprentice is missing, his future apprentice has a stable support system

basically, his plan just collapses.

Obi-Wan starts to cry because oh thank the fucking force they’re alive but Anakin and the kids misinterpret it.

Anakin's just like "I'm sorry, I wasn't going to let them be hurt anymore! I wasn't going to let anything else happen to them!" Obi-Wan: "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!"

[phoenixyfriend]

The Naruto/Frozen Crossover

So I was planning on just doing an image ID thing for this post, but apparently the formatting on desktop is such a mess that it’s easier to just make a new post that’s text only. I can also like. Bulletpoint it so that it can be a little neater. All ideas were made with @firebirdeternal​‘s help, because they are the most efficient enabler I have.

Also I added some bits at the end.

Under a cut, because it’s Long As Heck.

I originally had two options: either Mid-teens Elsa and Anna being transported to ninja land sometime pre-canon and running into Haku and Zabuza... or just like. Born as a Daimyou's daughters.

Spoiler alert, we’ve got nukenin and I’m a sucker for an intrusive crossover, so transported to ninja land it is.

Suggestion from Birdie:

Mechanism for crossover: Elsa ices over a Wishing Well by accident after having Wished for someone else who understood her, Anna and her fall in and get Ice Mirror Portaled to Ninjaland, falling out of an iced over pond near a shrine that Haku recently prayed at for similar lonely child reasons?

Which I like! They don’t end up there soon enough to run into Haku, because I want a dramatic chase first, but I like it.

Obviously, Anna is forced to learn about Elsa's powers because it's the only thing keeping them safe

Or at least alive

(Elsa will do ANYTHING to keep Anna safe, and if that means she has to get her hands dirty...)

...neither of them knows Japanese, so, you know. There’s that.

I'm thinking that they end up in/near Kiri at first

And they aren't FAST ENOUGH to get away so Elsa panic-enchants a giant reindeer made of snow to run away across the suddenly-frozen ocean.

She and Anna have to ride and Elsa is probably crying the whole time.

Oh shit this is like. RIGHT after their parents die, I forgot. So that’s a thing! They are in mourning and all that fun stuff.

Point is, they use the powers for a Self Defense thing and BBY Haku is just !!! "Master can we rescue them for Ice Cousin reasons?" Zabuza: Yes, and only for those practical reasons and not because I collect endangered children like people collect pokemon cards.

I imagine that maybe they track rumors of a Yuki-onna down, or the Giant Snow Reindeer rides by and Haku’s just like Wat

The girls just tag along with Zabuza because. Like.

Do they like him? No. Do they trust him? No. Do they enjoy the fact that he considers them pathetic civilians? No.

However, Haku is Baby.

Zabuza is REALLY annoyed at them being Useless Civilian Royals “but Haku likes them so I guess they can stay.”

Age at meeting, three years pre-canon:

Zabuza - 23

Elsa - 18

Anna - 15

Haku - 12

Elsa is 90% anxiety/depression master combo BUT if Zabzua protects her then she's WILDLY dangerous so like. Whatever

Elsa's bingo book nickname options, uninspired:

Winter Witch

Winter Queen

Ice Queen

Snow Queen

Something about a Yuki-Onna maybe

She's Very Stately and kinda breakable but Winter is her Bitch

I mean like, the fact that, if protected, she can shut down the agriculture of a fucking country? That's an S-rank even if she's not that useful in a fight.

She's like. Jinchuuriki-level destruction. Generally speaking she wouldn’t. But she could.

Elsa: What the fuck is a chakra? Elsa: my snow monsters are self-sustaining. Elsa: I'm gonna build us a house.

Zabuza has NO idea how her powers work and it is INCREDIBLY frustrating but “there’s no chakra cost to keep these things going and we have shelters on demand” is too convenient to question after a while.

Haku: Delicate, deadly, incredibly fast ninja work. Elsa: I can't dodge a kunai but watch me wreck your entire country's ecosystem in under a day.

Elsa is a siege weapon.

Meanwhile, Anna is really, really into the physicality of ninja practice.

She's clumsy and she's not very good at ninja stuff, but she sure is determined!

Anna also gets on Zabuza's nerves because she keeps insisting that Haku get to be a kid.

Anna: Let's make flower crowns! Zabuza: No, he needs to train, not- Anna: FLOWER CROWNS

Consider: Haku saying Elsa-nee-sama and Anna-hime.

Or just calling Elsa “onee-sama.”

Anna is also younger than Elsa and way more Fun so she probably gets adjusted to Anna-chan or Nee-chan.

If Zabuza calls Elsa “Hime-chan” or “Elsa-hime” or, Sage forbid, “Elsa-sama/dono” then he’s VERY MUCH making fun of her and he’s probably getting his soup frozen that night.

At one point, Elsa... tries to like. Convince herself to have a crush on Zabuza or Kakashi or something until Zabuza just puts a hand on her shoulder and asks "do you even like men?" "...that's an OPTION?"

Zabuza urging her to try and ask out a Cute Kunoichi and Elsa's like.... I can't decide if she's bright red and a useless lesbian or uncomfortable and ace.

I am SO invested in the siege weapon thing.

SHE IS THE SQUISHIEST WIZARD.

It's not her fault that every single other combatant on the continent is Massively Dangerous in melee! She took a very traditional back-line build!

Enemy: Doesn't it GRATE to protect someone so pathetic, Zabuza? Zabuza: She literally froze an entire castle of enemies to death because they harmed her sister, so. No.

Most Ninjas: Sharp Knife. S-Rank Mega Ninjas: Gun. Elsa: High Yield Explosive Rocket Launcher. Literally loses fights to the Knife People, because she can't bring her power to bear on that scale. But if you can give her Time and Prep? No contest.

Long distance AoE

Like  you know how Nagato is literally dying of starvation due to illness and can't walk, but he's also capable of leveling powerful villages more or less on his own?

Elsa is the same Vibe.

It’s like sealing a bijuu in a civilian.

She's honestly both more and less powerful? Like it'd be hard for her to kill everyone in Konoha in the snap of a finger? But also, she could starve out the Country of Fire in a summer.

She WOULDN'T, but she could.

I always read Elsa as gay or ace but my brain keeps trying to ship her with dude ninjas and I have to yank it back on a child leash.

People insinuate that Zabuza is interested in Elsa and he's just "What? Ew she's like five."

"I'm eighteen."

"Five."

BUT

Elsa! Might mistake trust and companionship for a crush!

I can see THAT happening despite gay/ace.

Also like. I don’t think Zabuza is straight.

So mlm/wlw solidarity?

And Haku is probs genderqueer.

So Anna is THE TOKEN STRAIGHT.

Anna is like, the Straight Friend who will go to the mat for her queer friends. Like vicious. In-your-face barking like a mean dog at people who were being bigots.

You know how Elsa in the second movie uses her powers to make toys for kids out of ice?

Okay, so her practicing by making things with Haku.

But yeah, Elsa can't really do "throws ice senbon," but she can do Delicate Geometry Things since she apparently, canonically studies math for fun and loves fractals.

Haku: I can trap you in a prison of ice mirrors, and you are at my mercy. Elsa: LOOK AT THIS CASTLE I MADE???

Haku wants to do Pretty Things like Elsa

OH.

Elsa makes... snow bunnies..

For the ninja distraction reasons but also because it's a Soft Thing that makes her feel better about, uh, everything. And Haku likes bunnies.

Zabuza still takes The Dirty Missions but Elsa gets upset when he does something that hurts innocents and Nobody wants Elsa upset. Even Zabuza doesn't want Elsa upset.

When Elsa gets upset, overnight accommodations are suddenly Very Uncomfortable for everyone except her and Haku.

And then Anna gets upset, which makes Elsa even MORE upset.

And then things just keep getting colder.

Zabuza doesn't want Elsa upset for many reasons, not limited to: "Is actually capable of killing me from outside of Sword Range if she's mad enough, even if it’s not that easy" and "the Small Children would be unbearably sad if she died and honestly so might I."

She's more of a friend than a ward and he's not entirely sure he's okay with that.

Zabuza: "Ew, friendship."

He has absolutely no idea how to have a social interaction with people he isn't Bullying, Raising, or Threatening to Kill.

Elsa and Anna have no trouble convincing people they're related, at least. Different coloration with almost identical bone structure.

A tendency to burst into song when they feel emotions.

Identical weird accent that nobody can place.

FOOD

The girls are royalty, they don't know how to COOK.

But they also want food from HOME.

It's a lot of trial and error.

More error than not, since they have both no knowledge and also a language barrier to overcome. It probably takes YEARS before they can describe things like Unfamiliar Flavors well enough for people to say "OH that sounds like spearmint."

When they run into something they know that’s familiar, it’s life-changing.

Chocolate is more common in the elemental nations than in Arandelle and Anna may or may not cry about it.

Anna is loudly bossy, even at Zabuza.

Zabuza is gruffly commanding, to everyone.

Elsa doesn't actually like being in charge, but when she talks, people LISTEN.

(Haku is just happy to be here.)

Elsa radiates two things: Anxiety, and Natural Command, and she basically just fluctuates between those.

"I don't want to be in charge but also I'm vetoing this."

So, obviously, the main reasons that Zabuza keeps the girls around is that Elsa is a living siege weapon and he thinks she could be convinced to help him run a revolution in Kiri, and also that the Ice Queen schtick is like. Really good for Haku and Zabuza can’t really say no to the kid.

HOWEVER, Anna is clumsy and messy and all that, so Zabuza starts training her in Ninja stuff. Elsa joins in on the “I need to know how to Run Fast to get away from fights I don’t want to have in the first place,” but Anna’s the one that’s like “TEACH ME HOW TO SWORD.”

It’s honestly not that hard to teach her, she’s just really, really, REALLY enthusiastic.

Once or twice someone asks why she’s so bad at this yet running around with an A-rank nukenin and Zabuza’s just like “I’ve only had her for a year and a half, shut up!” because it’s not that he’s a bad teacher, it’s that she was a very pampered civilian until like a week before he met her.

He should get a MEDAL for even getting her to low Chuunin.

Zabuza: I'm taking a job from Gato Elsa, who has Training in economics and politics and bureaucracy: I have a better idea.

This is actually not entirely what I’d do but I wanted to make the joke first ANYWAY here’s an actual plot or something.

Oh, also by this point everyone is Canon Ages so Elsa’s 21 and Anna’s 18 and Zabuza’s 26 and Haku’s 15.

Elsa is getting paid to keep the water from interfering with construction, by way of....

ICE COFFERDAM

Elsa with Haku as her Guard while Zabuza is off running his own mission? Which Anna begged to go on because Cool.

Elsa also kind of keeps her involvement on the ice front semi-secret by claiming she’s there as an engineering consultant.

LISTEN canon made her like geometry, I can ENTIRELY believe she’d be excited about the bridge-building.

Gato has hired someone else on the danger level of Zabuza, who is Threatening to Team 7 + Haku? But then when things look bleak Anna and Zabuza arrive and then Scary Sword Man is on our side and oh dear that's a lot of blood.

Which, you know, fun!

Birdie suggested Raiga which I’m not feeling but I do feel the need to bring up as an option.

It’s also not Kisame BUT

Kisame: [giant lake dome filled with sharks]

Elsa: uhhhhhhhhhhh...

Giant lake dome: [is now a giant ice dome]

Anyway

Gato: I'm hiring an army. Elsa: [giant ice wall around his compound] Gato: ... these guys can walk up walls! Elsa: [adds snowman guards] Elsa: ... Elsa: [adds a ceiling]

Just puts Gato's entire mob in a fucking snow globe.

Zabuza shows up twenty minutes late with (Throwing) Star(buck)s just like "Oh, they dead? No? Want 'em to be? Okay cool I'm gonna go pick up Haku, I'll be back in like an hour."

Anna would... LOVE Naruto

ENERGETIC FRIENDLY GOOFBALL

"I found us a baby brother!" "No, we already have Haku." "BUT LOOK AT HIM."

Anna is only a year or two older than Itachi.

OH RIGHT

I wanted to make a joke about how Naruto also vibes with her because he's less judgmental that she can't really... talk properly.

Sasuke is Judgy and Kakashi is Paranoid and Sakura is Uncomfortable.

Meanwhile Naruto is just like "And I Shall Scream."

Anna, who learned Japanese from Zabuza (rude) and Haku (uber polite): WELL FUCK YOU, GOOD SIR Naruto: YEAH WELL FUCK YOU TOO, LADY Elsa, overly formal: I am... so very sorry.

Anyway, generic missing nin fights and all that.

Elsa gets injured in the process and after a variety of arguments, Naruto manages to convince them to take her to Konoha for medical attention.

Elsa is... usually the one getting injured.

Zabuza and Haku are FAST and Anna is at least learning (even if she’s only been doing it for three years), but Elsa is The Squishy Wizard.

If someone throws a kunai... she can’t... really dodge...

So yeah, gut wound.

Normally they find a nukenin medic to patch them up but Konoha is reasonably close and has some of the more skilled medics on the continent and they DID technically help the Konoha nin so like. Gah.

That’s Zabuza’s final thought. Gah.

Just “Fuck it, let’s save the ice queen.”

Elsa ends up in a half-literal-ice stasis state on the way there and it’s happened before (it is not the first time she’s been stabbed), but it’s always terrifying.

Especially to the Konoha genin who are just like WHAT THE HECK IS THAT.

So they get to Konoha, there’s a whole bunch of stuff about extradition treaties and “you are bringing a literal WMD of a woman into our town” and “we can’t just let MOMOCHI ZABUZA in.”

Anyway, it ends up being that Zabuza has to wait outside the village while Elsa is treated inside, and one of the Teenagers goes in. Obviously, it’s Anna, because Zabuza is INCREDIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE with letting Haku enter a village that’s known for having lots of bloodlines, and anyway, Anna’s the sister.

Bunch of stuff, she’s healing, etc, and then one day Anna comes in and is told “your sister had a bad reaction to the anesthetic, we couldn’t save her, I’m sorry, she’s gone.”

She flips out, gets shown the corpse, flips out MORE, gets escorted out to the village walls where Zabuza and Haku are waiting.

Horrified reactions

Zabuza doesn’t want to admit that it’s EMOTIONS because this is his FRIEND, he is clearly just upset about losing the living siege weapon.

Haku is just super confused and goes “But she’s not dead.”

“What.”

“She’s not dead, I can feel her, I can always feel her, it’s like sensing but just her, because we’re both ice. She’s alive, somewhere over... there?”

And points right in the direction of the Hokage Mountain, which for the purposes of this fic and also Drama is where ROOT headquarters is.

YEP we absolutely have that plot point.

Is Danzo overused as a plot device? Probably. Am I going to diabolus ex machina him anyway? Ye.

They kick up enough of a fuss that the Hokage gets called down.

He wouldn’t, normally, he’d leave it to a couple of skilled jounin and call it a day, except Naruto got involved so like. You can’t. Ignore that.

There’s lots of shouting.

Just like. A lot.

And then part of the mountain explodes!

AS ONE DOES

Elsa comes flying backwards out of the hole, catches herself on a spontaneous ice slide, gets to her feet.

Girl is swaying like MAD.

There are absolutely ANBU (both fake and real) coming after her.

At least one of them gets speared through by an ice spike.

Anna runs up to her, tries to hug her, gets batted away.

Elsa’s staring at her in sheer TERROR and starts muttering something about how Anna died years ago, this isn’t real, etc.

Nobody except Anna understands most of it, but Haku picks up enough to translate when Anna’s freaking out.

Elsa starts doing her Ice Castle thing in the middle of Konoha as a coping mechanism, mostly so she can get Up and Away and Shielded By Ice.

This is not a good look.

Especially because she’s singing, which Zabuza always thinks is a bad omen because it means shit is getting real and one or both of the girls are about to get a powerup or be beaten even harder than otherwise. When they start singing, things get More Dramatic And Extreme).

(Zabuza does not like Disney Musical Rules)

Danzo shows up.

There’s a bunch of arguing.

All the medics insist that nothing she was given at the hospital should have caused amnesia, psychosis, hallucinations, delusions, etc.

It’s. Not hard for Hiruzen to guess what happened.

Namely that Danzo, upon finding out that chakra dampeners didn’t do shit since none of Elsa’s powers come from chakra, decided to keep her drugged up and start using genjutsu to make her more malleable.

Because like. An injured WMD just showed up in your village. What are you supposed to do, not try to kidnap her and turn her to your side? Like, come on. What was he supposed to do?

Not that, Danzo. Literally Not That.

IDK how it gets resolved, probably Anna getting to her with the power of love, because Elsa is ultimately Super Disney.

I also don’t really know where to go from there other than “Maybe Jiraiya can get you home, but also I’m pretty sure Zabuza wants you all to get the hell out of here and take over Kiri” but who knows.

Also

IMAGINE ELSA MEETING GAI.

Imagine Ino getting a puppy crush on Elsa.

IDK that’s it for now.

[rverfades]

the alley cat and the beetle

a brief history: marinette

marinette is taken from the park after a fight with chloe when they were five

i know they met when they were like seven, but it’s my au and i can do what i want so ha

she’s taken as part of an international human trafficking ring

she was taken because of her ‘exotic looks’ (aka they were racist fucks who took her because she’s half-asian) and interesting hair and eye colors

she ends up in gotham with a bunch of other kids from other countries

the ring ends up being busted by batman like, two years after she was kidnapped, but she runs off before he or the police can corale her with the other children

because batman is big and scary and speaking a language she doesn’t really know, that only her captors ever spoke and she is very smol and very Frightened

she is found by selina, who takes her in (somewhat—she still basically grows up on the streets, she just is visited by, and visits, selina when she needs help or shelter or whatever)

she’s like,,, nine?? or something when she steals a pretty looking ring from an old man in a (horrific) hawaiian shirt

she plans on pawning it off or something, to get money for food

instead, she feels weirdly connected to the ring

and though she doesn’t put it on like, immediately, she doesn’t want to part from it—like something is calling for her to keep it

eventually, she puts it on, and plagg comes out

she almost punches him

because “WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT ARE YOU, ARE YOU A DEMON? HOLY SHIT!!”

“no, i’m not a demon, but man you’re chaotic enough without me. i like you.”

“...thank you?”

when she transforms for the first time, she immediately knows she has to go to selina

(she almost starts crying because heR KIT IS FOLLOWING IN HER FOOTSTEPS AND ITS SO CUTE OH MY GOD)

she calls herself alley cat and basically becomes cat woman’s robin

batman is Not Amused but can’t do anything—though he really Does Not Like the fact that magic is involved. at least she’s not a meta.

she doesn’t actually start going out until she’s like thirteen

which is still young but she’s gotten more and more chaotic and impatient so selina is like

“she’ll either come with me or you and actually learn how to do shit right, or do it on her own, which one do you want?”

and b is just,,, exhausted but resigned because he’s met the girl and knows selina is 100% right

and thus alley cat starts appearing

her image is more of an anti hero—

she’ll steal shit (like,, low level shit, not bank money or diamonds or anything like that)

but at the same time absolutely wrECK VILLAINS WITH BAT AND THE ROBINS

and people are kinda confused,,,

but at the same time, cat woman is more or less the same so,,,

mari and dick have the most brother-sister relationship of all the boys

mari and jason get along like a forest fire

mari and tim are just kinda,,, “how much sleep you get last night?” “bold of you to assume i slept at all” “oof same”

and the pRANKS YES

mari and damien are at each other’s throats like,, constantly,, because damien Does Not Appreciate her chaos and mari thinks he’s too uptight (but knows his past so she understands)

but they still have each other’s backs at the end of the day because they (begrudgingly) have each other’s respect

mari enjoys fucking with bruce, and loves telling him to just get it on with selina because it’s annoying watching them just,,, dance around the fact that they’re fucking made for each other damnit!!

mari and cass are pretty close, and can basically read each other’s minds, that’s how in sync they are

mari and steph get along but don’t really interact

mostly because i don’t fucking know her character lmao

mari and babs are more or less of the same as mari and steph, but mari enjoys teasing her playfully

basically, mari exudes Big Dick Energy and she’s one Chaotic Motherfucker

bonus:

she doesn’t really remember much from her life before being kidnapped—she doesn’t even really remember her last name.

she knows her parents did something with food, and she had two friends she’d known basically since before she was born, but she doesn’t really remember their names or what they look like.

she knows she was from somewhere in france, but not where exactly. all the details of her life are kind of,, scrubbed away, and that just makes her sad so she doesn’t think about it.

next: adrien (coming soon!)

[decayandfanfics]

The great book of sayings

PAIRINGS: Tomura Shigaraki x FemReader

SUMMARY: He looks at you, his scarlet eyes fixed on yours, burning a hole through your head, every bit the predator he is, but you are as tough as it gets, so, against your better judgment and any well-founded logic, you answer his silent threat, the animalistic look he gives you with nothing less than a fearless smirk, irises burrowing into his pupils.A clever girl. He thinks, finally labeling you inside his head, cursing himself in the very moment he allows his brain to think of you as more than an asset. He is sure (he knows himself enough to know) he’ll think of this moment many times from now on.A clever pretty girl.

Reader is a typical college student until she gets herself tangled with the league of villains.

WARNINGS: Unhealthy/complicated relationships, violence, Tomura being Tomura, mentions of murder, heroes’ abuse of power.

A/N: I’m trying so hard to write crusty boy here really in character. At least after AfO is taken. Any misspelled words, english is not my native language so i’m trying Helen.

As always, let me know what you think!

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Chapter 12 / Chapter 13

Any port in a storm

Tomura knows a bastard when he sees one, and Chisaki Kai looks like someone who could stab his own mother just to prove a point.

And he’s not only a bastard, but he’s also very full of it. The way Chisaki talks like he knows better than anyone else, questioning Tomura and calling him out on his previous failures, as if he knew anything about dealing with pro heroes and a bunch of overpowered children ruining your plans.

Tomura knows where he’d failed and he learned from it, but that doesn’t mean he’ll have to waste his time hearing this asshole lecture him about leadership and planning. After all, Chisaki Kai is nothing but a low thug that works for money or whatever the fuck someone like him cares for. The league, on the other hand, has bigger matters to attend.

He sure like the sound of his own voice. Tomura thinks, narrowing his eyes when Overhaul begins to babble about leadership and pawns like they are nothing else than mere meat at his disposition, and not people with interests and wants.

It doesn’t take long before shit goes down. Magne’s remains puring over them like rain because the bastard makes her explode like a piñata with just a single touch.

Yes, Tomura also knows a deadly touch when he sees one, and Overhaul’s looks ridiculously overpowered.

“Compress, wait-!” Tomura shouts, but Chisaki is faster and before they understand what’s happening, Compress quirk goes off and Overhaul blows Atsuhiro’s arm with a simple touch and the fucker is so damn coward that the moment Tomura lounges towards him, he just orders one of his pitiful pawns to act as a fucking shield and die in his place.

The yakuza has the nerve to call himself the next leader and Tomura is almost impressed by the audacity.

“Now I get it. You should have just started with this, saved us all some time.” Tomura spits making a monumental effort to keep his cool for his sake and the sake of the league.

“Where are they come from?! We weren’t followed, I swear!”

“One of them probably has a tracking quirk.” He’s also trying his utter best to not smack Twice’s masked head for being so damn naïve.

“We’ll cool our heads and try again later. I ow your side an arm.”

“Bastard! I’ll eviscerate you!” Twice barks at his side, holding Compress against his chest.

“Tomura-kun. Let me cut him. Real quick.” Toga ask, pulling out her knife.

“No.”

“it’s my responsibility!” screams Twice.

“No.”

“I don’t wanna rush you, but the sooner we talk the better.” Think things over carefully. Consider how your organization should be run, then when you’ve calm down, call me.” Overhaul speaks like he didn’t just killed Magne, comparing her with one of his ridiculous pawns and Tomura hates him, truly. It’s not like when he says he hates society and heroes, no. This is more personal. He hates Chisaki Kai the same way you hate your childhood bully, the same way you hate someone because you had the misfortune of knowing them.

“They’re gonna pay for this. Why can’t I go after them?!”

“Now thinking, we need to get Atsuhiro-san to a doc. “

“Right.”

“That wouldn’t work…damn that hurts” Atsuhiro whispers almost unconscious.

“Maybe we do have time to make them bleed.”

“No.”

“C’mon, Tomura-kun!”

“Another time.” He orders, watching as overhaul and his band of assholes disappear into the night “You’ll pay for what you’ve done today.” He swears already thinking in a million ways he could make him regret this.

“Shigaraki! We need to see the doctor! Atsuhiro is bleeding out!”

Ah, doctor Ujiko really found and excellent time to go missing, didn’t he? Now without his sensei and the hideout completely wrecked by the heroes, he’s between kidnapping some doctor or finding some abandoned hospital and pray there is some supplies that could work. But kidnapping someone would take time and efforts and the nearest abandoned hospital is forty minutes away and Compress doesn’t have so much time.

Ah, the perks of being a villain.

“Tomura-kun! What do we do!?”

He clenches his fists until his knuckles go numb, his mind rushing, thinking what to do besides the obvious, trying his best to ignore that option.  

“We need to take him now!”

Tomura rolls his eyes and suck his teeth hating his life because this is the last thing he thought he would be doing when he woke up that morning, something withing him twisting painfully between excited and done with this awful feeling he can’t rid off.

“Tomura-Kun! What do we do?!” Toga presses again, panicking because Compress is getting paler and paler.

He groans kicking some rock completely fed up. Why couldn’t Atsuhiro just stay sit there when he told him to wait? Now the itch gets insufferable out of nowhere and Tomura scratch his neck raw, snarling under the hand that covers his face. He doesn’t want to go there, but Twice needs help to carry Atsuhiro now that the man just fainted, and he can’t do copies of himself, so he’ll need someone else. It could be Toga, but Tomura hardly thinks she’s going to be helpful with that tiny body of hers. Besides, they’ll need someone who can clear out the streets before rushing out, so, he’ll have to go anyways.

Tomura sighs defeated, this isn’t about him, so he decides to ignore the knot in his stomach and the quick drumming of his heart against his ribs, preparing for the imminent headache before barking the orders.

“Follow me.”

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 A loud bang on your door wakes you suddenly.

You observe your room, remembering that you were studying before falling asleep over your desk after a whole day of paper reading and a pack of oreo’s for dinner. Your laptop screen flashes 00:23 am, so you’ve been sleeping for hardly an hour.

Another bang and this time the sound of someone trying to enter your apartment at midnight shoots your adrenaline levels to the top.

“Big sister! Please!” Toga’s voice sounds desperate from the other side of the door turning your fear in worry, so without thinking, your feet tap quickly through the flat to just opening it before some neighbor sees her, but your mouth falls open the moment Toga rushes into your apartment with Twice and Shigaraki behind her, carrying a half-conscious Compress.

In a second that feels like hours, your eyes travel quickly between all three men, to stop on the red ones that bore into you, sending shivers through your spine as you heart do a flip inside your cage because your infatuation with the villain is right there, in the same place he left it last time he touched you.

“What the…” Your voice gets stuck in your throat when you notice that Compress bloodied wound is in fact him missing an arm.

“Shit. Lay him down on the table” You order already running across your flat looking for a hairband. “Take his shirt off, Toga, bring me some towels.” You rush to your bathroom to wash your hands quickly, and Shigaraki follows you without a word, clutching at your side looking for the first aid kit your keep under the sink.

“Tell me what happened.”

“A Yakuza bastard blew his arm of with his quirk.” He spits carrying the kit to the kitchen. “He shoot him something and his quirk went off.”

“You think it’s some kind of drug?”

“Probably.”

“Crap. It could be dangerous if I don’t know the effects.”  

You run behind him, taking some latex gloves from the kit before approaching your patient. Atsuhiro breathes heavily over your kitchen table, his legs dangling from the edge as he bleeds all over the floor.

Your quirk activates in full force the moment you get close to him.

“Hello, Mr. Compress.” You talk to him trying to calm him the same way you would talk to a child patient as you remove the poor bandage that wraps the remains of his left arm. “Long time no see.”

“Lovely to see you, dear.” He whines with his hand holding the gory pieces of meat that still dangles from his shoulder, a chonk of his broken bone horribly exposed. “It hurts a lot, you know?”

You wince at the sight but straighten yourself to do your job and let your hands hover over his wound, numbing his nerves, keeping his blood from spilling out because he’s already at the brim of drying out.

“I know, but it’s okay now, Compress. I’ll take care from here. Now…sleep…” you lull him with a smile, relaxing him quietly, slowing his heart rate to make him pass out.

“Is he..?” Twice ask watching with trembling voice.

“he’s unconscious now. I can stop the bleeding with my quirk for now, but I’ll need to…sew this…. somehow.”

“Oh! Big sister! Your quirk is amazing to cure people!” Toga says joyfully, leaving the towels close to you.

“Himiko-chan. I need you to wash your hands very carefully. I’ll need some assistance.”

“Okay! I’ll be back.”

You begin to clean the wound, retiring the little fragmenst of bone from between the exposed muscle with some tweezers.

“How bad.” Shigaraki is behind you, towering over your shoulder and you can feel his warmth on your cheek, as he winces watching the mess over the table.

“His arm is destroyed. I need to cut a little of bone, it’s too jagged to just close this, it could lead to an infection. Only after that I’ll be able to rearrange this mess.”  

“What do you need.”

You look at him worried. He’s covered in blood and for a moment you panic thinking that maybe he’s injured too.

“A-Are you al right?”

The question comes out as desperate product of your impossible nerves from having him so nearby. It caught him by surprise from the way his jaw clenches before answering.

“…I’m fine. What else do you need.”

Relief washes over you, so you return your eyes to the man over your kitchen table.

“I…my dad had a garden saw in the closet. Disinfect it the best you can. This is going to be nasty.”

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 When she’s finally done, it’s already 3 am.

Compress lays over the couch, finally sleeping after some gruesome scalpel work that lefts her panting from her quirk overuse, siting in the floor with her back against the front door.  

A thick trace of blood drifts down her nose, but she’s too tired to even care, so she just let her head rest on the cold wood.

Silence and shadows fill the apartment. The lights are off so Atsuhiro can sleep, but the lights of the street are enough to see inside the flat. In her room, twice and toga share the bed, already sleeping after helping with the cleaning. Her kitchen looks spotless under the moonlight, none could guess she just operated someone over the table with a gardening saw.

“Are you sure you are okay?” She asks with hooded eyes, her own conscience drifting slowly.

“…I told you I’m fine.”

Tomura watches her, leaning against the wall in front of her. She’s grown thinner and paler than the last time he stood in her home. Her bloodied clothing only accentuating her lack of color and the dark bags that rest under her sleepy eyes.

She stares back, neither of them wanting to look away, not when the three steps gap between them extends so wide and deep that it hurts. The notion of being face to face again stirs quietly inside of him and all his anger and dread goes silent now she’s there at the reach of his hand, and Tomura understand that he doesn’t know how to feel now.

Her stomach growls of hunger and her eyes open in embarrassment and surprise.

“Stop staring at me.” She mumbles cleaning her face with the back of her sleeve, getting up to walk over her kitchen.

“You were staring first.” He mumbles annoyed “whatever…” Before he can even walk to the door, she stops him dead on his tracks.

“You can stay…if you want.”

Tomura looks at her while she prepares a sandwich, trying to avoid his gaze at all costs to no avail. Her hand trembles as she tries to put some butter on her bread, giving away her internal turmoil, because as him, she doesn’t know how to feel about this sudden intrusion in her life. Again.

Well, at least he’s not he only one who feels awkward.

She laughs halfheartedly out of the blue.

“What’s so funny?” he asks looking at the wall, his voice mellow because he doesn’t have the energy to quarrel with her now. Not after everything that happen.

“It’s just…I swore I was going to choke you with my own hands next time I saw you.” She cannot stop the laughing.

He doesn’t know what to do with that statement, finding difficult to keep his distant mask now she’s trying to sound playful. He can feel his anger and awkwardness dissolving into something more bearable so he just smirks amused.

“Bare hands, huh? no quirk involved?”

“Yep. Acapella”

“And how is that working for you?” he asks, gravitating closer to her, standing at her side, very aware of the height difference between them as he leans to see her face better.

“Oh, fuck off.” She smiles.

“Ladies first.” He cannot contain the little smile that blossom in his face.  

Tomura feels his shoulders relaxing softly now. He falls in the ease of her company, the roaring turmoil he’s been feeding all these past weeks, going silent now that she’s finally close, smiling tired and lightheartedly.

It was this, and he almost forgot about it. It was the soft wittiness, the clever jokes and back and forth. He liked to talk to her because it was like playing a game, but somehow, he forgot between his bitterness and rage.

“Sandwich?” She asks, handling him half oh her own.

“…Thanks.”

They eat in silence. Atsuhiro’s breathing is the only sound in the house.

Tomura is tired, his eyelids weight heavy over his eyes, but this moment is enough to keep him awake, so in exchange he memorizes the smell of her home, her presence filling him softly and gently, calming the rage and the fury he’s been feeling over a month in a rare peaceful moment that feels dangerously too much like finally coming home.

What a stupid thought to think he could get rid of this sweet softness, the only one he’s ever felt. A foolish desire made of spite and bitterness in a place that can only be filled with their silent bond.

He feels the gap closing slowly, luring him to stay for the night. He should…he could...maybe this…

“I’ve missed you.” She whispers suddenly without looking at him, her eyes fixed in the wall in front of them.

Time stops and he whips his head so fast he could hear something crackling in his neck.

He definitely didn’t though about this when he woke up that morning.

“Like wise.” He raps swallowing hard, thinking about all the things his done in a month, realizing there was not a single minute of the day in which he did not think of her.

He’s truly smitten, isn’t he?  

“I’m sorry about what I said…i…I got nervous. I thought you would get mad, I just made it worse.”

“Why would you think that, huh? I thought I was pretty obvious.” He says, hiding his hands in his coat before changing his weight to the other leg.  

“Because you are a big bad villain, aren’t you? and I’m just…me.”

“Just you” he snorts “you managed to terrorize one of the most dangerous villains without even touching him. Just you is fine enough to deal with anyone. Even big bad villains.”

She smiles shyly.

“Shigar-“

“Tomura.” He interrupts, finally looking at her.

She looks beautiful under the pale light; the shadows of the night drawing angles and shapes on her face.

“Tomura.” She states, meeting his gaze and he delights in the way his name falls from her lips like a spell and less like a curse. She looks at him decided, certainty written all over her face and he knows she’s about to do something reckless. “I really like you.”

Tomura has learned his lesson. As he always does, so he absorbs her words and weighs them carefully inside his chest.

“A horrible decision, really.” He mocks back with a grin, closing the gap between them until he has her trapped between him and the kitchen counter. “Your parents never told you about big bad villains?” this time he asks close enough for her smell to fill his personal space as he gives her a hungry look, licking his lips.

“Oh, Fuck you.” She sighs laughing quietly.

“I hope you do.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Are you going to keep talking back or are you going to kiss me already?” She whispers feeling his warm breath against her lips.

He stops entranced with the way her eyes reflect the streetlights from the outside. He’ll think of her like this frozen in time and undercover darkness, just a silver string of light between the shadows of her home and his life.

Tomura kisses her hungry and desperate. His jagged lips bruising against her mouth, invading her, eager to feel her closer, but is not enough. Him yanking her against his chest, four fingers gripping tight over her wrist as his right arm encircle her waist is not enough. Feeling her hands clutching at his shirt pulling him is not enough. Sensing the motion of her rising cage as she began to suffocate is not enough.  

No, nothing is enough when he wants to split her chest open to hide inside her ribs, filling her with this feeling that’s been smothering him for too long.

He’s overwhelmed by this unforgiving desire that goes beyond anything physical. Is about the terrifying nature of the world that surrounds him, where she’s the only hideout that could contain his horror and everything that scares him about himself.

Like sensing his despair, she moves her hands to his face, caressing his jaw enamored with the shape of his face, the texture of his skin and the soft locks of white hair that brush over her fingers every time he tilts his head to kiss her deeper and deeper.

A low rumble fills his chest as she opens her mouth fully to him, giving him access to her warmth for him to gorge on her taste, terrifyingly close and needy.

She breaks contact searching for air, but he moves ever so little.

“The things I’ll do with that bickering mouth of yours” He whispers before biting her low lip, giving her a ravenous look.

“Like wise.”

He considers to just shove her against the wall and take her right there over the dishwasher, finally sinking his teeth on her skin, buried deeply in her; but since she was bleeding not long ago, tired and in desperate need of sleep, he keeps it gentle. They are both tired. Tired from the fight, tired from the operation, tired of this game of cat and mouse they’ve been playing for two months, so he shoves his animal instincts under the rug and treats the situation the same way he holds things carefully with his fingers.

Just this one time he promises, knowing he will go absolutely feral on her as soon as he has the chance. So, he just leans over and kisses her gently…surprised by his own tenderness and the warmth that fills him, something akin to happiness and peace.

Tomura nuzzles against her cheek before resting his face on her shoulder, the awful longing that’s been eating him alive finally shut down.

“Come.” She calls him softly, a ghost of a kiss burning over his lips before she tugs him by the hem of his coat, leading him to the spare room.

He follows her quietly, taking off his sneakers and coat before getting inside the little bed, wrapping his arms tightly around her, fists safely closed at her back.

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” She asks merely a whisper, her lips delicately brushing his own.

His forehead rest against hers, her warmth inviting him to close his eyes and rest, lulling him silently into sleep.

“…yes.” He whispers as he drifts away, feeling the light touch of her lips kissing the scar over his mouth.

“Good.”

Chapter 14

[coollyinterferes]

Character Interview || Repost, don't Reblog

NAME  :   Robert Edward Orville Speedwagon

NICKNAME  :  Boss, aniki, “bastard!”/"that son of a bitch!” (usually from rival gang members, so the insult varies sometimes lol), Rob (used by a few friends), derivatives of his last name −Speebs, Speeds, Speeb, Speedy, etc− but these he will only accept them from certain people, otherwise he will do his best not to cringe on the spot or will do it inwardly. Uncle Speedy and etc later on (as in once George and the rest of the children come into his life, more specifically~).

AGE  :   25 in the main verse (may vary depending on the verse)

SPECIES  :  Human/Stand user in the main/time-travel verse | Vampire in the vamp!verse | Werefox in the monster!verse

—— Personal! ♡

MORALITY  :      lawful   /   chaotic /   good   /   neutral   /   evil  /   true .

RELIGION  :   Non-practising catholic (was raised as Catholic, like most other Victorians, believes in God, but that’s pretty much about it)

SINS   :     greed   /   gluttony   /   sloth   /   lust   /   pride  /   envy   /   wrath  .

VIRTUES :     chastity   /   charity   /   diligence   /   humility   /   kindness   /  patience  / justice.

KNOWN LANGUAGES :   English is his first language. Conversational Spanish, Italian, French, Portuguese, German and some more. Some conversational Mandarin Chinese as well (this one thanks to Li −canonly known as Kenpo, his Ogre Street friend−) and bits of Irish (this one thanks to Tattoo, his other Ogre Street friend). He can read and understand some Japanese (kana and some okurigana/kanji) but can’t really speak or write it. Same case for some other languages that he can also recognize and more or less understand bits of them but can’t really speak them. As you probably guessed, he’s learned most of these through his many journeys around the world.

SECRETS  :  All of the stuff in regards to the stone mask and all the events and incidents that came out from that (it was stated that the only ones who know everything about it from start to end are Jonathan and Speedwagon, the others who might know a great deal of it would be Straizo and Master Tonpety). He also tries to keep a low profile in regards to his homosexuality whenever he’s out of the slums to save himself some trouble due to the stigma at the time and the potential legal consequences, going only for the gay codes of the time (long hair, cleanly shaven face, colorful accessories, etc) so I guess that could count? Other than that, and in the verses that it applies, his stand mayhaps?? That’s what allows him to leap through timelines in the time travel verses (it possesses other abilities and skills but, since Robert doesn’t even know about his stand’s existence yet, he hasn’t trained with it and thus he doesn’t know about any of it’s abilities, not even about the time travel oof).

—— Physical! ♡

BUILD :     scrawny   /   bony   /   slender   /   fit   /   athletic   /   curvy   /   herculean   /  pudgy  /   average   .

HEIGHT  :   5’11”, close to the 6’ mark (181 cms)

SCARS   /   BIRTHMARKS  :    The most recognizable one is the scar marring the left side of his face (going from the top of his nose to his jaw), but he has plenty more scattered all over his body, some more visible than others, some larger than others. Most of them come from fights and his general criminal lifestyle, some of them even come from some of the torture sessions he’s endured as part of that (so it isn’t surprising that they were either caused by knives, gunshots, burns, shards of glass and etc). Most of his scars are located on his chest and arms, some more on his hands/wrists and fingers (hands/wrists and fingers mainly from when he was learning to use his buzzsaw hat), though he has a few more on his legs/thighs, lower abdomen, and a couple more on his back. In the main verse (usually set in the late stages of PB), he will have a few more from the events in PB −burn scars on his hands from the fire at the Joestar mansion, one on his shoulder from the attack he received from Jack the Ripper, an ice burn across his abdomen from thawing Zeppeli’s arm, and a couple more and not so visible ones on his arms from minor injuries (cuts) he got while fighting and fending off zombies−. Most of the “PB scars” aren’t too visible thanks to Jonathan (he used his hamon to heal Speedwagon’s injuries shortly after).

ABILITIES   /   POWERS  :  He’s able to tell an evil person from a good one by their smell alone. He’s a resilient man and quite a strong one, too (stronger than the average guy, as he was shown killing zombies using his brute force only and a sledgehammer). He's good at hand to hand combat, he’s also good at using knives and guns, and at wrecking shit with a sledgehammer. I also hc that he's capable of creating veeeeeery small amounts of hamon (this as a result of Zepp's "accidental" slip) if he really puts his mind into it. Due to his current limitations with it, his hamon can’t be used for fighting, but it does enhance his healing process, making it slightly faster than that of an average human (with some proper training, chances are he might be able to do more with it, tho). His stand, in the verses where he has it, can perform time travel, which happens at random at first (he gradually gains control on his stand once he learns about it and starts training with it). Due to stands being a reflection of sorts of their user and their fighting spirit, and as an extension of Robert’s own hamon healing abilities, his stand also possesses healing abilities that can be used both on himself and on others, though this requires some training prior, as the healing relies entirely on Speedwagon’s own life force and can be fatal for him if used carelessly at first (once properly trained, it won’t represent a real danger for him to use). Much like Robert himself, his stand is also capable of packing some punches and causing serious damage on it’s opponent despite his stand being more of a “support” stand rather than a fully combat based one.

RESTRICTIONS  :  He's mostly a regular human in the main verse, so he’s at a great disadvantage against stronger supernatural beings such as vampires and pillarmen, for example. As stated above, the amounts of hamon he can currently create are small and, thus are difficult −almost impossible− to use for combat (again, this can change if he gets some proper training). His lack of knowledge on his stand’s existence can also count as a restriction for the time being, as he doesn’t know about it or it’s abilities and, thus, can’t use it at his will for now (it operates mostly in an “unconscious” level at first, usually after getting triggered). He also tends to wear his heart in his sleeve when it comes to the few people he truly holds dear and considers special to him, so that can be used against him if he’s not careful enough.

—— Likes / Scents! ♡

FOOD  :    He isn’t really picky with food since he grew up in absolute poverty and sometimes went for days without a single bite of food or eating stale (sometimes even moldy) food so like… he’s cool with pretty much anything nowadays. He’s also an adventurous man, so he’s always open to trying new and even “exotic” stuff. Other than that, pastries are one of his top fave things ever (creamy ones mainly but not exclusively).

DRINK  :   Tea −citrusy/fresh types mainly like lemongrass, same with berry teas−. He doesn’t mind sweeter teas but, since he usually has them with the pastries, he prefers something more “sour” to balance things out. He also likes coffee, liking it strong, kind of sweet, and hot (just how he likes his men lol). As for alcoholic drinks, he’s all for beer and gin. He also enjoys some of the sweeter ‘posh’ wines Jonathan normally has at his home.

PIZZA TOPPING  :  As far as I know, pizza toppings weren’t as creative and “crazy” in the 19th century as they have been over the last few decades, so he’s only used to more ‘traditional’ stuff like variants of Pizza Margherita, for example. However, in the time travel verses/modern!AUs he will definitely try all kinds of pizza toppings (yes, this includes pineapple pizza as well as entirely sweet pizza toppings and so on) and actually likes some of them.

COLOUR  :    Purple (shades like those of his waistcoats i.e.), pink, greeeeeeenvert, black.

MUSIC GENRE  :    More than a genre itself, he enjoys and appreciates music that can make him feel something. Toss some pub songs there for obvious reasons lol.

BOOK GENRE  :     General fiction mostly. He also enjoys reading some romance novels every now and then whenever he gets the chance to get his hands on a gay romance one, either featuring two males or two females (he doesn’t find the appeal in “traditional” ones for a variety of reasons).

MOVIE GENRE  :    Non-applicable in the main verse. Time travel verses −if he even gets the chance to watch a movie− and even in a modern!AU, his go to genres would probs be similar to his book genres, lol, just add some comedy there but like, not the ‘cheapest’ and cringey kind of comedy.

SEASON  :     Autumn and Winter (harsh winters are a pain in the ass in Ogre Street, but he can handle them fairly well overall)

CURSE WORD :   Fuck / Shit / Bloody and variants of it (like Bloody Hell) / Arsehole / Wanker / Damnit / Bollocks, Ballocks and all of it’s variants / Bastard / Motherfucker / Zounderkite (victorian for “idiot” but with even harsher and ruder connotations than just using “idiot” lol) / Beardsplitter (one of the victorian words for “penis” xd). There are plenty, plenty, more but those are the ones I can think of rn. He comes from the darkest pits of the slums after all, so yeah... Lots of cussing can be expected.

SCENT ( S )  :    Sweet and masculine musky scent, mainly, with an occasional subtle note of gunpowder and/or tobacco depending on whatever tf he’s been doing. Maybe a vague note of blood if he just got out of a fight. Some vague vanilla too but that one only around the time when he lands a temporary job in a bakery in London.

—— Fun Facts! ♡

BOTTOM OR TOP  :   Top leaning verse. He only bottoms occasionally for serious/long term boyfriends that he genuinely trusts, partly due to how being a bottom was (wrongly) perceived as being submissive by most people, and how dangerous being seen as such can be in a place like Ogre Street if the word gets out (not to mention that there’s been people there who have given him shit just for being gay), and partly because he also prefers to top and likes it better, lol.

SINGS IN THE SHOWER  :   Yeah. He started doing it as a child as a way to keep his mind distracted from how cold as fuck the water he’d wash himself with was (he usually bathed in rivers or washed himself with buckets of water some maid forgot outside of a household and that he managed to steal). He’s become a lot more used to cold baths over the years so a distraction is not necessary anymore, however, he still sings or hums sometimes whenever he has a song stuck in his head or if he’s particularly happy about something (this continues later on in life as well,even after cold baths are no longer part of his life, so it’s a habit that he never actually leaves).

LIKES PUNS  :    He loves them! Lame ones, good ones, cheesy ones, silly ones, witty ones, dirty/vulgar ones, etc. Heck, even dad jokes can be found in his repertoire! Chances are that, if you come to him with a pun or joke, he will give you one or two (maybe even more) in return.

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Tagging: @historias-multorum @jojoingjoseph @gazelessmenagerie @usfv @featherchan @kindersturm @iiguess @storiedocs @quirofiliac @rotrioted @breatheflcra @emcraldsxchcrrics @arrhythmiiia @mechahero @voltagecrow @promiseled @joesrparchive (tagged your main but the tag applies to any and all of your muses that you might want to fill this for >:D) @rzrbite​ @mistymiddiana (if you’re up for it) & also tagging anyone and everyone who wants to give this a shot! Just take it and say i tagged you~ Multis and peeps with 2+ muses, feel free to do this for as many of your muses as you wish!

[lokisasylum]

Get To Know Me (’cause we’re bored on Quarantine)

How long have you been an ARMY? How did you get into the fandom?

2013 was the year i really transitioned from Rock & Jrock/Visual Kei to Kpop, which worked perfectly as I was able to catch the boys when they were debuting. Started out as an occasional listener, and I think by late 2013-early 2014 I was in this Bangtan Sonyeondan Shit For Life.

Who is your bias and bias wrecker?

Bias is Jimin, wrecker is Yoongi.

Which member do you think is most similar to you?

I am both Jimin and Yoongi at times.... some days I’m Jin LOL.

What are your favorite ships?

I absolutely adore the relationship between Vmin, Jikook, Vminkook, & Yoonmin.

Do you like any other kpop artists?

I’m an occasional listener to the bands DAY6 and The Rose.

What non-kpop artists do you like?

Hmm… for many years I was a loyal fans to Disturbed, Nonpoint, Ill Niño, The GazettE, Evanescence, Staind, The Birthday Massacre, ect.. but nowadays many of those bands are either not that active, some disbanded and such. So really it depends lately, although I do listen to songs and artists that were recommended by members of BTS (Alex Lustig, Troye Sivan, Lauv, ect) and I’m very interested in these composers: Peter Gundry, Adrien Von Ziegler, Nox Arcana and many more.

Do you have a current favorite song?

According to Spotify (LOL), I’ve been listening to Daechwita (Agust D), Filter (Jimin), WHO (Lauv feat. Jikook), FRZZN (OZZIE feat. Teflon Sega) and god.drugs.you (Luna Shadows) quite often.

When were you born?

March 28, 1986 (Chaotic Neutral Aries)

Where are you from?

Puerto Rico

Do you play any instruments?

No, but I wish I could play the piano so I can play Suga’s “First Love”.

Do you speak any other languages?

Spanish (mother tongue), English, Japanese (self-taught so very basic conversation), and Latin (can read it).

Do you like kdrama?

No, not really into series.

Do you like anime/manga?

YES! Currently into Seraph Of The End, Given, GANGSTA, Kamisama no Uroko.

Do you play video games?

I’m a loyal ZELDA fan.

Do you read books?

Back in college I used to read A LOT since I was majoring in Arts with a specialty in History for the bachelor’s. Then did a masters in Education with a specialty in  Museum/Archive management and History of Arts. So I had to real constantly, the same goes for the 5 years I worked in a museum. But presently I’m more chill about it and only read once in awhile for enjoyment and it the story is good. 

Do you like movies?

No… not really. I don’t even like going to the movies because I find it completely pointless to leave my house only to spend 2 hours sitting in a dark room watching a movie that will be available and repeated over and over on cable a month later >_>

Favorite series/TV show?

I think the last ones I watched were The Order & Luna Nera (I hope they finish them..)

Favorite foods?

Pastas. I love most of them and will try to recreate them at home.

Favorite snacks?

If it has coffee in it I will SELL YOU MY SOUL.

Favorite sweets?

If it has coffee or mint in it I will SELL YOU MY SOUL.

Any foods you dislike?

I’m not really a picky eater so much as I may be either allergic to certain things (shrimps and onions) or CAN’T eat it (too much condiments or spicy foods).

How would you describe your personality?

I’m an Introvert and the embodiment of a Chaotic Neutral in addition to being a perfectionist and procrastinator. I will only smile at puppies, BTS and my mutant cacti children. (It’s a lot to take in, it’s okay, take your time.)

Are you working or in college?

Currently looking for another job in the middle of a pandemic, hurricane season and earthquakes.

What is/was your favorite school subject?

Fun Fact: I HATED ALL SCHOOL SUBJECTS X”D

What were you like in grade school?

I used to be very quiet and kept to myself (years of bullying and harassment does that to you).

Are/Were you any different in college?

I remember still being quiet, but was more sociable and open with my classmates. But as soon as it was mentioned that we had oral presentations I was an nervous wreck.

Do you have any other interests?

I’m a freelance artist (both Digital & Traditional), I also like Photography, doing research on topics of my interest and I also make jewelry.

Pet peeves?

I HATE when its my turn to speak in a conv and the other person interrupts me in mid-sentence to talk about something completely off-topic. And people who clap their hands when speaking.

Sexuality and orientation?

Straight (dunno why this is relevant).

Are you in a relationship?

No and THANK GOD FOR THAT.

I TAG: @utopiajeon @guincoleridge

[cllynchauthor]

That post you made was a mess, just fyi. 1) I went through the thread you linked, and I found the authors reasonable and respectable. The playwriter's worked with people with disabilities for 10 years, and it's clear he cares about the issue. 2) The fact Lawrence is a puppy isn't automatically pejorative. That's how art works. I haven't seen the play, but it's probably a metaphor for the teen's lack of agency or something like that. Also writing something a certain way doesn't mean you -

“- approve of it. Have you even seen the play? 3) Please stop pretending anyone represents the autistic community and that you guys speak with one voice. It’s seriously dehumanizing to think a large and diverse group of people shares the same views. In that view there is an autistic man who loved the play - I guess his voice doesn’t count because he disagrees with you?”

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I love this anon message because it contains pretty much every argument that people are using against the autistic folk protesting this play. 

Like, I’ve been watching #puppetgate unfold since day one, read the reviews, read the responses from @allinarowplay. You think I haven’t heard these points before?

I’ve read them so many times now in tweets and reviews that your message just looks like one of those ransom notes that are made from cut and pasted words out of the newspaper.

But since Tumblr is new to #puppetgate, SURE, let’s address them! 

First of all, my #puppetgate summary was a truthful, if flippant, tl;dr of the past two weeks’ worth of Twitter drama. 

I apologize if my brief humorous take on a complex and nuanced debate didn’t meet the standards of a random stranger on the internet. 

Let’s discuss it in more serious detail.

1) You can care about an issue and still handle it really poorly. No one doubts this playwright’s intentions. But, as you say, he was a CARER for 10 years. That doesn’t mean he understands how it feels to be autistic and in fact, ableism is built right into ABA and other therapies used by carers. 

So yeah, he cares. And he still made an ableist play.

Also, the thread you mention was BELOW the video I linked to wherein the puppet designer says, and I quote:

“Laurence is non-verbal, and the power that puppets have is that they explore movement and with a turn of their head or a small movement they give life and character that you wouldn’t achieve with a human actor.”

Which is why I snidely summarized their position as 

“ This puppet is going to be SO MUCH more like an autistic child than a human could ever be!”

https://twitter.com/allinarowplay/status/1092410318960148481

Also, there is a brief shot of their script in that video at 2:19 and if you pause it and look at it you can see that the parents are joking about how their kid is like a puppy.

“Shits wherever he wants” is clearly visible.

This is the stuff the positive reviews consider funny, honest, and brave.

According to reviews, the child is present in the background throughout most of the play. Which means they talk like this IN FRONT OF HIM and this is never brought up as an issue/problem. 

In fact, non-autistic reviewers don’t even seem bothered by it, probably because they share the common misperception that non-verbal high needs autistic people don’t understand what is going on around them. So…. yeah. I don’t care how well meaning the playwright was. 

The playwright consulted the National Autistic Society and they told him they couldn’t support the play “due to its portrayal of autism, particularly the use of a puppet to depict the autistic character alone.”

But he didn’t change his mind about the puppet.

https://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/uknews/critics-say-new-play-that-uses-a-puppet-to-portray-an-autistic-boy-dehumanises-those-with-the-condition/ar-BBTk5kC

So again - sure, maybe he cares. But he also wasn’t willing to change his vision despite the warnings of the Autism organization that he was hoping would endorse his play. 

2) Of course a puppet isn’t inherently pejorative. For one thing, the autistic community is very positive about Julia, the autistic muppet on Sesame Street.

The outrage involves a lot more nuance than that. First of all, it’s the choice to make the puppet grey and ugly. This was obviously an artistic decision. The first version of the puppet has black hair too and no eyes, just dark sockets like a skull. 

Not exactly Julia.  

And even with that, I was on the fence and willing to wait for the reviews to come out before I made a judgement. 

Like you, I thought perhaps it would be made clear in the play that his puppet-ness and greyness represented lack of agency. And maybe the designer was thinking that way. 

But if that is the case, it does not come across. 

In fact, the reviewers who enjoyed the play repeatedly dismiss the controversy by saying that the play “isn’t really about Laurence.” 

https://www.timeout.com/london/theatre/all-in-a-row-review

“The production is also about the situation, rather than about Laurence himself.“

https://www.thereviewshub.com/all-in-a-row-southwark-playhouse-london/

“sadly the grey-faced puppet adds nothing to the production that a living actor – adult or child – could not have provided.”

I’ve read a LOT of reviews of this play by now. 

Reviews from mothers of autistic children who feel a kinship with the stressed, unhappy, dysfunctional parents. 

Reviews from people without a connection to autism who feel like they learned something. 

Reviews from autistic people and disabled allies who cringe at the ableism. 

None of them - NONE of them - allude to any kind of symbolism or thematic point running through the play which justifies or explains the puppet or its weird appearance.

And the reasons for the puppet given by the playwright, director, and playhouse make very little sense. 

In that promotional video I linked to they say that the puppet can communicate better than an actor could. I disagree. So does a non-verbal autistic mime who commented in the thread below. 

They also say that it allows them to avoid being offensive or stereotypical, which makes little sense because they still had a grown man grunting and flapping on stage, just with a puppet sprouting from his waist. 

They repeatedly argued that they couldn’t use an autistic child, as if acting wasn’t even a thing. They repeatedly argued that a human actor couldn’t do the sounds and movements, even though a human puppeteer was doing just that.

My favourite one was the review (linked above) that argued that “Laurence isn’t a character a person could play (neurotypical or not) as his autism is so particular and at times violent.”

...Has this guy never seen Titus Andronicus? 

A person can play ANYTHING.

On Broadway I have seen human actors play cats, lions, baboons, and witches. 

On multiple occasions a fine-boned actress has been used to play Peter Pan. I’m pretty sure you could cast a small actor to play a pre-teen boy. Then the play wouldn’t have attracted so much negative attention.

As for “writing something a certain way doesn’t mean you approve of it.”

True. 

My fans can tell you that my main character spouts a fair amount of ableism. They’ll also tell you that this flaw is addressed openly and resolved as part of her character arc. 

They’ll ALSO also tell you that the “villains” of my story embrace ableist ideals. So yes, I wrote ableist stuff. But you can tell by the waythese things are framed how the writer wants you to feel about them.

No, I haven’t seen the play because I don’t live in the same country as it and it would take 12 hours to fly there. But I read what people write about it and I draw my own conclusions.

And the fact that ableist jokes are punchlines does not endear me to the playwright or the puppet. 

You say you haven’t read the play, and from the sounds of it you haven’t read many reviews either. 

If you think it’s wrong for me to criticize it after watching all of this unfold over days and days, and reading a dozen reviews by people who loved it and people who hated it, then how is it right for you to defend it?

3) Aw, look at that straw man lying on its side! You did a good job there.

Nowhere in my puppetgate summary do I claim that 100% of autistic people feel the same way.

I was summarizing what has been going down on Twitter over the past two weeks. I know because I was there. Don’t believe me? Actually spendsome time on the puppetgate hashtag and the actuallyautistic hashtag and see what people are saying.

And of course less than 100% of #actuallyautistic people feel the same, but I want to point out that at the time of this writing, my #puppetgate summary post has nearly 11K notes, all of them expressing disgust at the idea of this play.

Autistic people are disgusted. Autism allies are disgusted. Even people with no connection to autism can often see why this is effed up.

Yours was the only message I have received trying to defend the idea of a play featuring a messed up family arguing, discussing bukkake, calling their child a “puppy” using language which results in the play being rated as 16 plus... all in front of their eleven year old…

But what really bothers me is that somehow people come out of there identifying with the parents and thinking that it is “brave” and “honest.” 

They blame autism for what it has done to this family.

THE DAD SHAT ON HIS WIFE’S PILLOW AND BLAMED IT ON HIS OWN SON.

And the really sad thing is that your lonely messages in my inbox didn’t contain a single unique thought. I’ve been seeing those tired excuses and straw man arguments all over twitter for weeks.

They don’t stand up.

I’ve performed in theatre. I was willing to withhold judgement until more details about the play emerged. 

I was hoping they would say something brilliant and profound about what life is like for an eleven year old child with autism who is being sent away because his messed up family can’t stand it any more.

But facts are facts… they didn’t.

All they are doing is telling audience after audience that it is funny to insult your autistic child in his very presence and that autism wrecks marriages.

You can understand why a LOT of autistic people would be a bit sensitive about that kind of message.

It doesn’t have to be everyone. 

[imagineaworldlike]

Safe With Me

As promised, chapter 5! This one is a tad bit longer than my other chapters, sorry. Chapter 4 was just posted a little bit ago, so be sure to read that first! :) enjoy!

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5: Moving On

I leaned forward and put out my cigarette. They were all so tuned in to my story, barely even looking away from me. Part of me felt relieved, it was almost like therapy to finally speak about what I had gone through. But it was also terrible. I had pushed the memories so far down that bringing them back up was almost like reliving them all over again. After a brief moment I began again.

“At first I learned to enjoy it, what they had me do. ‘Cut this man’s arm, break his foot, bust her lip, now fix it’; part of me thought it was fun. I have always been intrigued by the human body, which makes sense considering what I can do to it. I was fascinated by how I could rip flesh apart and put it back together again without even touching it. The tasks got harder though, hurting was no problem, that I can do without barely thinking about it. But healing is much harder, that takes more of my energy and concentration. Like last night with Alexei, that was the first time in a decade I healed to that scale and I thought I was going to pass out.”

I looked over to Alexei who was still watching me intently. I was relieved to find that he didn’t look at me with disgust or fear like I had expected. Rather, he almost looked empathetic, like he wanted to take away all my pain and problems. I looked back down at my nails to find one now bleeding, and I quickly looked back up to the others while I silently healed the wound.

“Then one day they brought in a man, he looked terrified and I remember thinking that he didn’t belong there. And he spoke a different language, I now know that it was Russian. These bastards captured a Soviet, I don’t know if he was a spy or what, but they put him in a room with me, alone.” I leaned forward and grabbed another cigarette, lighting it and handing the pack to Alexei who looked like he could use another as well.

“Dr. Brenner told me to cut his throat open, but that I wasn’t to heal him afterwards. I was afraid seeing how scared the man was, but I knew what happened when I refused an order, so I did it. He died three feet in front of me. I will never forget the look on his face as he died while his blood crept towards my feet on the floor. It was then that I decided I would never do it again. No matter what they did to me, I couldn’t hurt an innocent person again.” I paused and took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I had blocked out that memory for so long; seeing that man’s face again in my mind brought back every emotion I had felt that day.

I felt something on my leg and jumped, looking down to find Alexei’s hand resting on my thigh. I was surprised by how comfortable the gesture instantly made me, and I gave him a small smile.

“How did you get out of the lab?” Joyce asked, reaching for another cigarette.

“I quit complying. After that, anything they asked me to do I refused. Even small stuff, I wouldn’t do it anymore, I didn’t want to give them what they wanted. I told them I couldn’t do it anymore, that my powers were just gone. Of course, they didn’t believe me. They would beat me, throw me in an empty room for hours, refuse to feed me, but I’m stubborn. After a few weeks I guess they thought I wasn’t worth the trouble anymore, whether they believed I was powerless or not, and I was so naive I thought that they were going to call my dad for him to come get me.” I shook my head and sighed.

“A man I had never met before came and pulled me from my room one night and led me out into the woods. I was so confused and scared, but I didn’t realize he had a gun until we were out there and he pointed it at my head. He said something like ‘I don’t want to do this, but he’ll kill me if I don’t’, and I cried and pleaded, I even ran but he caught me. That was when he actually put the barrel up against my temple, and I was sure I was going to die.” I took one last drag and put out my cigarette.

“I didn’t even know what had happened when I felt the gun and the man fall to the ground, but my nose was bleeding so I knew I had done something without even meaning to. I think I gave him a heart attack because he just fell over, dead. I ran all the way home to my dad that night. I had been gone for six months.. I missed my twelfth birthday.”

“Had your dad tried to find you?” Murray asked after he finished translating the last bit of my story to Alexei.

“Yeah, he called the police and put up missing posters and everything, but they assumed I had been kidnapped and taken out of the state and most likely killed. He did his damnedest to find me, but people were starting to forget about it, believing I really had been kidnapped and killed. It was really hard on him, he didn’t have anyone left.”

“When I got home I told him everything that had happened, even about what I could do. He was so happy I was alright, but I was actually angry at him because I thought he knew I was there the whole time, which of course he didn’t. But when I told him about it something clicked for him, like he already had an idea of what was happening. That was when he told me about one part of my mom’s life he never spoke about before then or after.”

“MKUltra?” Eleven asked. I nodded, remembering that night as if it had just happened.

“My dad told me my mom joined that right after they got married, going on LSD trips and getting fucked up. She had no idea until a little while after she joined that she was pregnant with me, but she stopped after she found out. They kept trying to get her to come back, and my dad said she got a funny feeling and started looking into it more. He ignored it, thinking it was her pregnancy brain making her paranoid, but he still kept everything she found. There were cases she looked into of three other children being stolen at birth whose mothers had done the same thing she had with that group. My dad said she had been so scared as her due date came closer, but he thought it was all a load of bull.” I took a couple deep breaths before finishing, staring down at my wrecked nails.

“My mom went into labor a full month early, she started hemorrhaging and died right after they got me out. The last thing she said to my dad was ‘keep her safe.’ Surprisingly, nothing ever happened until I got kidnapped. All the others were taken at birth, but not me. My dad never could figure it out, but he thought she must have given them a fake name to begin with and not told them she was married to protect herself from the start. So then when she had me early they never knew and being that she died they probably couldn’t figure it out anyway.”

“The next day, we told the police a fake story about me being kidnapped by an older couple and taken to Wisconsin but that they brought me back when they were done with me. They looked into it, but of course they never found anything. My dad kept my return out of the papers and we just laid low. I don’t know if the lab really thought I was dead like they wanted, but they never came looking for me again. My dad enrolled me in homeschool and we lived our life on our own. He died in a car accident two years ago. I still mostly keep to myself, but it’s been better since I heard the lab had to close.”

“I’m sorry about your father, but you can thank us for the closing of the lab!” Murray exclaimed with a smug look of satisfaction. “Those bastards had it coming. But I’m afraid the threat of Russians in Hawkins is real. That’s part of what we were dealing with last night.”

“I think it’s your turn to explain that then,” I said, picking up my pack of cigarettes and leaning back on the couch, ready to listen.

All three of them shared in the storytelling, beginning with Eleven’s escape from the Hawkins Lab a year and a half earlier, and their struggles in the Upside Down world and closing the gate between that world and ours. As crazy as that sounded, what they explained seemed plausible with what I knew of the lab, but I was glad to not have experienced it.

Then they began to explain what brought them to last night, the Russians, including Alexei, coming to Hawkins to reopen the gate, giving someone called the Mind Flayer the ability to communicate with our world and build an army to defeat Eleven so she couldn’t close the gate again. Despite the fact that the majority of those who were fighting were children, they managed to defeat the monster at the mall and infiltrate the Russians, with Alexei’s help, to blow up their machine. They noted two casualties on their end, one being Eleven’s adopted father who I recognized as the Chief of Police. Through it all, it seemed for now that we were safe, or at least more so than we had been.

“Holy shit. To think all that was going on right under everyone’s noses.” I said, letting everything sink in. I still didn’t fully understand, but I resigned to the fact that I probably wouldn’t anyway.

“You have no idea.” Joyce said, sighing. We sat in silence for a moment while we all thought of what to do from here.

“My powers are gone now. I can’t- I can’t use them anymore.” Eleven looked frustrated with herself and on the verge of tears. “Has that ever happened to you?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “But I’m sure it has to do with the trauma and stress you went through. That’s a lot for someone to deal with. Just try to relax and when you’re ready I’m sure they’ll come back.” She looked slightly more reassured than she had before.

“Alright, well,” Murray clapped his hands together as he stood up. “Thank you for keeping Alexei safe last night, but I don’t want to overstay our welcome, being that he is an enemy to the United States as well as the Soviets now.” Murray turned and spoke to Alexei.

“It’s time to go, we can go get supplies at my house before finding another location that’s not compromised.” Alexei looked over to me and a pit formed in my stomach. I didn’t want him to go, but I couldn’t think of any excuse to keep him with me any longer. Alexei, however, didn’t stand.

“Murray, I could stay here. It’s safe, and she can protect me. You even said your house is exposed.” I wasn’t sure what he was saying, but it almost sounded like he was disagreeing with Murray.

Murray took a second to process before he laughed and looked from Alexei to me.

“What did the two of you get into last night?” He asked trying not to burst into hysterics, but I understood what he was implying.

“Excuse me?” I asked defensively.

“He wants to stay! There must be a reason!” The pit in my stomach turned to butterflies; so I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be apart.

“Well, I can assure you it’s not that! But..” I tried not to sound too eager. “He can stay if he wants. I can protect him, as you already know.” Murray continued to look with a wondrous expression from me to Alexei, and when he spoke again it was to Alexei.

“Did you fuck her last night? It’s alright if you did I just-“

“What?! No!” Alexei defended while Murray chuckled. Something told me I knew exactly what they were saying.

“Well, Murray,” Joyce interjected. “You did say that your place is compromised, maybe it’s best for him to stay here while you figure your things out and help Alexei become a citizen.”

He seemed to think it over for a minute before responding.

“Fine, if it’s what they want.” He said as he shrugged. The butterflies jumped up to my throat as a nervous excitement washed over me. “But he is not to leave this house at all, and no one is to know he’s here.”

“Of course,” I replied. Murray turned back to Alexei.

“Look, I don’t know if I believe that you didn’t fuck her, but maybe you should since she’s letting you stay.” Alexei made to interject, but Murray held up his hands and stopped him. “No leaving, and no talking to anyone but her.” Alexei nodded his head, and I assumed Murray was laying down the rules for him.

“I would suggest picking up a Russian-English dictionary and some clothes. I’ll call you with updates and get him fixed up as soon as possible. Oh, and he loves cherry Slurpees.”

“Everything will be fine, Murray. He’ll be safe with me.” I gave him a reassuring smile and we all said our goodbyes. I gave them my number and Joyce gave me hers in case I needed anything. It turned out that she didn’t live too far away from me.

Once they left I decided I might as well start getting things for Alexei while he was staying with me. Glancing at the clock I saw that it was already 11:00 am. It honestly hadn’t even felt like we had been talking for nearly three hours. I grabbed my keys and turned back to face him.

“I’m going to get more food and clothes for you.” I knew he couldn’t understand me, but he still gave me an adorable grin as I spoke. I walked past him to the TV, grabbing the remote and turning it on. I handed it over and motioned for him to sit on the couch. “I’ll be back soon.”

Walking to the door, I turned and saw Alexei watching me leave. He gave me one last smile and a wave before I walked out the door, locking it behind me.

First things first, he needed some real clothes.

[krreader]

ensorcell | chapter 5

pairing: prince!taehyung x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; prince!taehyung ;  arranged marriage ; language genre: fluff ; angst ; smut previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4

summary: it was funny, how meeting one single person could change your life forever. you were ordinary, he was not. he was rich, you were not. he fell in love with you and so did you. even though he was never supposed to.

a/n: I am so fucking sorry, honestly. but I remembered how much I love this fic when writing this chapter and I really hope I can update more frequently again!!! hope you all like it, because this might be my fav chapter so far!!! ( (Y/S) means your studies. if you’re not a student, just think about the thing you’d like to study/did study :))

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Meeting the family of your partner for the first time was always nerve-wrecking and slightly uncomfortable. Sometimes even extremely so, if the parents weren't too happy about the choice their child had made.

But meeting the royal family of the guy you were going to marry soon, despite knowing barely anything about him, royal life or the customs of his kingdom? And all just because you made out with him?

Now that wasn't just nerve-wrecking or uncomfortable anymore, that was downright horrifying.

But here you were, at a way too large table for the few people that were sitting at it, you next to Taehyung, staring at the food in front of you that servants had brought on a silver platter, realizing once again that this really wasn't what you were used to.

“So, (Y/N),” his mother decided to try and break the ice first, a kind smile on her face and her voice quite cheerful despite the situation. It made you look up from your plate and try to smile as well, “Tell me about yourself.. Taehyung hasn't told me much, apart from you being the prettiest girl in the world.”

“Has he?” but when you turned to Taehyung, he was suddenly very interested in the soup in front of him, pretending not to have heard what his mother had just said, “Well.. I'm afraid there's not much to say about me. I'm just.. you know.. normal.”

“My husband told me you're a student? What are you studying?”

“Oh, it's (Y/S),” you smiled proudly.

“Well, see? That's quite interesting.”

Unlike Taehyung's father, who has been glaring at you throughout the entirety of this dinner, his mother actually made an effort, which was nice. This was probably not what she wanted either, but it almost felt like she understood where her son had been coming from. Wanting to find real love, and not marry the person his parents had chosen for him. It's like she could relate on some level..

“Can I ask you something?” his younger brother spoke for the first time since you met him, looking from you to Taehyung, then back at you and only spoke when you nodded, “How much has he paid you to make out with him?”

“I swear to god..-”

“Taehyung, stop,” his father raised his hand when Tae wanted to get up and walk around the table with the napkin in his hand, but his brother and sister only chuckled, “You're behaving like little children today.”

“Well, we finally have a normal person here,” his sister smiled happily at you, “And I'm happy that she is. Maybe I can have a normal conversation for once and not talk about the latest results of horse racing. Do you like music, (Y/N)? And.. I'm not talking about classical music.”

“I do,” you grinned, “I'm mostly into rap, though. Three of my best friends from college are rappers and trying to make it big..”

“Seriously?” she leaned forward, her eyes suddenly big, “That is so cool! Oh my god, I love rap music!”

The look of her father. It was like a mixture of disgust, as well as annoyance. He didn't seem like the type of guy to enjoy rap music at all. Or maybe it was just your presence that he didn’t like. Taehyung on the other hand could only watch you interact with the.. nice part of his family with a happy smile, glad that they were already accepting you so much.

“I'm glad you're all enjoying yourself over such.. mundane matters. But I think it's time to discuss the reason you're here in the first place, (Y/N),” his father patted his mouth with the napkin, before looking up at you, “Tomorrow there is going to be a press conference, where we will address matters. I will speak first, Taehyung standing next to me. We will explain the situation and tell them what we've discussed before. And then we will introduce you.”

You gulped hard, but nodded anyways.

You could feel a hand over yours, finding it to be Taehyung's, who smiled encouragingly at you. That alone had you calm own a bit.

“Do I.. have to say something?”

“No,” his father laughed, “I want you to smile and act like my son is the love of your life. If you two manage to do that, there shouldn't be a problem.”

“What about Dae, though?” his youngest son asked with a full mouth. Something that he usually never would do, but he just felt so comfortable with you being around. He felt like he could be a little bit more like a teenager for once, “Did you tell her yet?”

“She's.. been informed. But I haven't spoken to her personally yet.”

The rest of the dinner was relatively uneventful. His mother and siblings kept asking you questions and it almost seemed like they were genuinely interested in you and the life that a normal person leads. And even though the life of royalty was always portrayed to be so perfect, you couldn't help but wonder whether these people were actually longing for some normality every once in a while.

And when the dinner was over, Taehyung personally escorted you to your private bedchambers.

Yes. Bedchambers, because this place was bigger than your freaking apartment and it was just one bedroom.

“It has a bathroom right here and if you need anything else, you can either ask me or the maids,” he smiled.

You let yourself sink onto the mattress of the bed, before you fell backwards, letting out a moan and closing your eyes for a moment, “Shit. This is so comfortable.”

“I know, right? Get used to that luxury, I guess.”

You opened one eye again and turned your head so that you could look at him, “How did I do, by the way? At the dinner I mean?”

“Apart from the fact that we definitely need to teach you not to use the same fork and spoon for all meals? Wonderful.”

“I was wondering why there were so many of them,” you laughed and stared back at the ceiling.

Taehyung was a little unsure, because even if you two were supposed to play lovers, you were nowhere near that yet. Like, sure, you both liked each other, a lot more than friends did, but if you were normal college kids, you'd currently be in that awkward 'Are we dating?' phase. So he carefully sat down on the bed next to you, but keeping enough distance between you, just in case.

“Are you okay? About tomorrow? And everything in general?”

“I think so.. I just hope you won't regret all of this, you know? I don't want to make it any worse than it already is.”

“Just be yourself tomorrow and they're all going to love you like my mother and siblings already do. You're that normality that this country is missing.. and maybe having you become queen one day is actually a good thing.. maybe even revolutionary, you know?”

“Queen,” you repeated, slowly sitting up, “You do realize I know absolutely nothing about royalty or ruling, right?”

“We've got time to teach you all of it.. And I'll be by your side every step of the way.”

You smiled at him, taking a risk by sliding closer to him and leaning against his chest. Tae reacted right away and wrapped his arms around you, that same smile that you had creeping on his face.

Neither of you said anything else that night, you just remained in that position of holding each other, while Taehyung occasionally dropped kisses against your head.

This felt oddly right. It was new and it was not what you were used to, but it felt right nevertheless.

So as unsure as you had been and still were about the whole marriage thing, it was moments like these that made you think you'd be okay with it all, as long as you could be with him.

At some point, you must have both fallen asleep, since you woke up the next morning with his arms still wrapped around you, but your head now resting on his chest. And unfortunately you hadn't been woken up by your the alarm on your phone, but by his mother and sister standing in front of you.

“Oh my god,” you instantly rolled away from Taehyung, “It's not what it looks like, I swear!”

“Taehyung,” his mother crossed her arms in front of her chest and let him sit up and rub the sleep out of his eyes before she continued, “Did you use protection?”

“Mother!”

“No, we really didn't..-”

“Can you imagine?” her daughter turned towards her mother, laughing wholeheartedly, “Imagine them having a baby even before the wedding. Oh, the scandals! I love it!” she pulled you towards her, “You're my new best friend, (Y/N)!”

Well, your best friend at home would probably not like that, but you also didn't complain that she liked you so much.

Apparently they had come here because they wanted to help you get ready for the day and didn't want to leave it all in the hands of the maids to find the perfect outfit, hairstyle and make-up look.

But while his sister was already dragging you towards the bathroom, Taehyung's mother sat down next to him.

“You promise me to be careful, right?”

“I didn't sleep with her, mother. We just talked and then we fell asleep.”

“I'm saying this for the future as well. Your father barely accepted this marriage, but if she becomes pregnant before the marriage, there is nothing even I can do to calm him down anymore.”

“I'm not that stupid. I know what condoms are and I know how to use them,” he remembered that lesson that he had to sit through when he became of age. A shudder ran down his spine just thinking about that wooden penis and the condom and the way his teacher taught him how to roll it on. Ugh, it had been so stupid and awkward.

“Good,” she smiled and kissed his cheek, “Now go to your room and get ready. Breakfast will be waiting for you.”

“Take good care of her? Please?” he sounded so cute and worried in that moment, that his mother couldn't help but chuckle.

“Don't worry. Your bride will be fine.”

And as soon as he was alone in the room, he fell back down onto your bed with a happy grin.

His bride.

You..

Because he'd marry you.

Taehyung didn't actually see you up until the press conference again.

But when he did.. oh boy.

It's not that he didn't like the way you looked before, he obviously fell for you when you were your natural self. But his mother and sister have been doing this for their entire lives, so they knew how to make a woman.. accentuate her features.

While he was in his usual suit, looking like the prince that he was, you were wearing a simple, yet elegant navy blue dress with black heels that matched his outfit. Your make-up look was natural again, but he could tell that it had been done by professionals and your hair had been straightened.

His breath literally got stuck in his throat when you approached him and he was already worried about seeing you in one of the ballgowns for the first time, because if he reacted like that upon seeing you in casual dresses, he'd surely have a heart attack when seeing you in something more fancy, right?

“Do you like it?” you giggled as you looked down at yourself.

“You.. fuck.”

“Taehyung!” his mother scolded when he used a swear word.

“Sorry, sorry,” he shook his head, then looked back up into your eyes, “You're beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

The cameras and everything was already set up and the family was waiting in the room next to it. When his father came in, Tae immediately grabbed your hand and squeezed it once.

“Don't worry okay? We'll pull this off.”

“I know,” and if the room hadn't been full of his family, maids and servants and other people that helped the family, you would have leaned over to kiss him. But because of all that, you just settled for a small smile, before Taehyung followed his father into the other room and you turned your head to the screen, where you could watch the live press conference.

At first he just greeted everyone in the room and everyone watching, but then he came to the really important part. The part why everyone was here and watching today.

“As you all have probably heard by now, there have been headlines about my son, Prince Kim Taehyung, being involved with another woman, even though he and Princess Dae were supposed to marry soon. I would like to hereby give a statement and explain the situation to everyone out there,” he waited a second, before he looked back up at all the people in the room, “My son and Princess Dae have had an arrangement to get married ever since they were children. Something that many royals do. But you need to understand that these arrangements don't usually involve love. It is purely for the benefits of the country and everyone involved. But sometimes.. sometimes the universe has a different plan for even us. Even for princes and kings. And so what happened, was that my son fell in love with another woman. That woman that you see him kissing in the papers. Now I know the rumors say that he and this woman haven't actually met before, but that is a blatant lie. My son has met her three years ago. And they fell in love.”

A couple of gasps resonated through the room and the king let them settle down again, before he continued with this made-up story.

“Because my son has always wanted what was best for this country, he kept this a secret. From all of us. He wanted the prosperity of our country more than his own happiness. Something that I can only applaud him for,” he turned around and put his hand on his shoulder.

But Taehyung knew that the look he gave him was saying the complete opposite. Because Taehyung did the complete opposite.

“That I found out about this love affair was only accidental. He and I talked about it for a long time and discussed every single possibility. But you need to understand that I am not only king, but a father as well. And to all of you out there having a child, you will understand. You will understand that you just want your child to be happy and you want to know that even if you'll be gone from this world, they're going to be in good hands. And when I met his lover, I realized that that was exactly the case. He met someone that I knew would take good care of him.”

“But she's just a commoner,” one of the people in the room screamed and Taehyung had to bite his tongue as to not let an insult slip.

“You're right. She is just a commoner. But why should that be a bad thing? Isn't a commoner more likely to understand the problems and needs of the normal people of this country? The people that depend on us to make decisions? Isn't she going to bring a new perspective that we've never had before?” again, a small pause, “I truly believe that she will bring something to this family that we haven't had before. That no royal family had before. We will break the barriers of royalty and the normal people of this country. I believe, that this will only bring us closer together.”

Nobody said anything to that.

Because the king knew it was good. He knew that it was a good idea.

“She won't bring riches, she won't bring land, but she is bringing my son happiness and I truly believe she will bring happiness to this country as well,” that.. was a lot of responsibility. And you could feel your palms beginning to sweat at that. Bring happiness to the country? How the hell were you supposed to do that? “So I hereby announce that the wedding of my son and princess Dae will not be happening.”

Again, a couple of gasps, the first people jumping up and wanting to ask questions, but the king quickly shook his head.

“Instead, let me introduce you to the woman that my son will indeed marry,” the king turned to the door, while the maids pushed you forward a bit, “Please welcome, the future princess of this country and the betrothed to my son, Lady (Y/N).”

You remembered what his mother and sister had said beforehand.

Take a deep breath, check.

Smile, check.

And then you just walk and pretend like you're okay, even though you're having a mental breakdown.

That was fun, by the way.

But seeing Taehyung standing there, smiling at you like you were the only one for him.. like he truly believed this was right and that he wanted to marry you, by his own free will, that did make it better.

He kissed your cheek when you were right beside him, his arm wrapped around your waist as the flashes were going off like crazy. His father smiled too, but unlike yours, his was absolutely fake.

For a second, all you two did was smile at all the cameras, before he leaned down to your ear and whispered: “I'm going to kiss you, okay?”

He told you, because he didn't want you to look too surprised when he did, because that would have been suspicious. You had to act like you’ve been doing this for years and not just.. you know.. days.

It wasn't passionate, but gentle. It had meaning..

His lips softly pressed against yours, just for a moment, before he pulled back and looked directly into your eyes.

Somehow, the flashes of the cameras and the questions the paparazzi were screaming towards you all faded away. All you could see was him. All you could focus on was him.

And that's when you knew.

Love at first sight did exist.

It just took you a bit longer to realize it.

[sorrytobreakyourheart]

Micmacs: weapon manufacturing criticism in a comedy

So in On Why Pre-Afghanistan Tony Stark Isn’t a Bad Person ( while not a hero ) I talked about the movie Mimacs à tire-larigot as a counterpoint to all my positive arguments to defend Tony as a weapon manufacturer, and I figured that

(A) most of you probably don’t know that movie since it’s french ( like me) ( and I’m writing this in English, which is probably not helping but eitherway )

(B) I should probably expand on why exactly liking Micmacs and agreeing to a lot of it doesn’t negate my feelings on Tony’s ethics

+ there’s a lot about that movie that stands on its own, without me throwing Tony at it. It’s, first of all, a comedy, though, so of course there isn’t a long and winded commentary of weapon manufacturing thrown in the middle by a character.

The parts that directly relates to Tony or the MCU in general will be in italics.

( I’m not, obviously, going to tell you absolutely everything about it, but mostly the part about weapon manufacturing and how it ties in with Tony’s past )

First of all, the story ( and, because I can’t control myself, the arguments in the middle ):

The Incidents

Bazil ( Danny Boon ) is a child in 1979 when his father ( a soldier ) is killed by a landmine as the man is working on removing landmines from the maroccan part of the Sahara. His mother receives his father’s things, and he learns that La Vigilante de L’Armement was the landmine’s manufacturer.

30 years later, Bazil is shot in the head by a stray bullet from a car/moto chase between two criminals, and survives, but the bullet is still inside his brain because removing it has 9/10 odds of leaving him a vegetable. That also means he spends a lot of the rest of the movie suffering from that bullet, with the risk of dying without warning at any moment. Later, he’s given the bulletcase his replacement at work found on the road: it’s from Les Arsenaux d’Aubervilliers.

Now, I would be the first to say that yes, his life was fucked up by those two weapons, but the manufacturers are not necessarily the ( only ) ones responsible for that. Assuming those two enterprises followed the rules, you can say that the first guilty party in his father’s death is the government/military that started the war/decided to use landmines, and that the criminals in the shooting could have stolen those weapons ( or gotten it from a stolen shipment ) from the military, making it the criminals’ fault.

Both are true, regardless of the manufacturers’ own guilt.

The Aftermath

On top of having lost his father and risking death by inconvenient bullet everyday of his life, Bazil lost his job ( logical, someone had to do the work while he was recuperating ) and now lives on the street, scrapping by as he goes.

After a few months, he’s taken in a by a group/family of other lost people. They live in a cavern of recycling materials ( and by recycling trash ). There’s Tambouille ( Mama Chow in English ) who’s the group’s mom. Placard ( Slammer ), who did 25 years and is possibly a former crook from what we see. Remmington, an African ethnograph who somehow ended up poor in Paris like the rest of them and uses an overwhelming amount of french language clichés. La Môme Caoutchouc ( Elastic Girl ), a contorsionist. Petit Pierre ( Tiny Pete ), an old man who doesn’t really speak but makes incredible automatons. Fracasse ( Buster ), a former human cannonball with the injuries that goes with the job. Calculette ( Calculator ), a girl whose ability to tell anything and anyone’s measurements is basically a superpower.

The Revenge

One day, as Bazil is collecting things thrown away to use again, he ends up right in between the buildings of Les Arsenaux d’Aubervilliers and of La Vigilante de l’Armement. He recognizes the logos, and tries to get to talk with the CEO of Les Arsenaux ( bullet ) for compensation, but get thrown out. Then he cross the street, and hears a speech by the CEO of La Vigilante about how making weapons is awesome ( I’m admittedly symplifying here ).

Frankly, at that point Nicolas Thibault de Fenouillet ( old-style CEO, Les Arsenaux ) and François Marconi ( modern-style CEO, La Vigilante ) don’t seem that different from Tony. They live in luxury, make weapons for their country and possibly its allies, their public persona is not necessarily likeable, but you can always chalk it up to the fact that yes, it’s a public persona ( they aren’t engineer, though, just the CEO ).

Except. Tony might have refused to see Bazil, if he had come to him for a bullet made by SI, but he wouldn’t have made the kind of joke de Fenouillet did ( “He says he has one of our bullet in his brain, sir”/”well that makes something for him to remember us by” ). On top of that, when Bazil was thrown out by security, they took their time to mock him and his head wound, to be cruel. That’s not a behavior Tony would have tolerated from his employees, supposing de Fenouillet knew about it.

Except, I made an argument in my previous post about the Ares Award and Tony’s absence, him not necessarily wanting an award for being a weapon manufacturer, and that directly relates to Marconi’s speech. Marconi, him, is there, and makes the praise of his business, and jokes about Rimbaud having been a poet only to become a weapon dealer, and himself planning to do it the other way. He does it unprompted. He shows the ego we keep hearing about in Tony, when Tony wasn’t even there for his own award ceremony, when Tony only said that the weapon industry was necessary when Christine Everhart basically asked him if she was ashamed.

Anyway, Bazil is angry. He wants revenge, which, okay.

He starts spying on both CEOs, making a plan to take them both down. And as it turns out, Marconi is ( oh, surprise! ) contacted by an African ex-dictator who wants to start up shit again because he likes being a dictator better than being an ex-dictator. Marconi spends about two seconds and a half saying he only sells to legitimate clients, before being told how much he’s going make, and then, his ethics go right through the window.

Which, you know. Tony never agreed to do. Not even when the Ten Rings kidnapped him and tortured him.

There’s a confrontation with the rest of the gang, and eventually everyone in on the plan ( which, you know, is about making les “Marchants de la Mort” pay; you know where I’m going here ).

The plan, in fact, consist of a lot of shennanigans that probably wouldn’t work in real life, but the gang is just that good, and it’s a movie. They start by incapacitating the dictator’s men, and Remington pretends to be them to offer de Fenouillet the same deal, so that both CEOs think the other one undermined him when the deal doesn’t happen. Then they get in, wreck Marconi’s cars, steal de Fenouillet’s rather disturbing collection of famous people’s body parts, steal a shipment of bombs, etc.

From there the CEOs are the one escalating. Marconi put pressure on a cleaning lady to sabotage de Fenouillet’s testing unit, which causes a massive explosion at the plant of Les Arsenaux, and there are no casualties but only by chance. De Fenouillet sends a tactical team to kidnap/murder Marconi.

It’s all interrupted when the dictator’s men get back in the story and play Russian Roulette with Marconi ( before the tactical team gets there ), Bazil gets caught because he was worrying about Elastic Girl ( who was looking for blackmail, and is currently hinidng in the fridge ), and the CEOs finally realize what’s going on ( kinda ).

Bazil almost gets killed, but the gang as a Plan B, and ends up kidnapping de Fenouillet and Marconi instead, staging a flight and arrival in the desert, putting a grenade ( not armed ) in de Fenouillet’s mouth, who’s sitting on Marconi’s shoulders, who’s standing on a landmine ( not armed either ), while they are all disguised as arab women with picture of their dead/injured children.

Before long the two are confessing to a lot of things, starting with all the people who are not legitimate clients they sold things to ( IRA, ISIS, you name it ). They are being recorded, of course, and when the gang stops acting and reveals who they are, they also download the video on ( old, old ) YouTube. Les Arsenaux and La Vigilante are about to close, de Fenouillet and Marconi are ridiculed, about to be tried, and lost all their support.

Bazil is happy with his new family.

The End.

Non-Violence

Bazil & Co’s plan never involved violence. They aren’t looking to kill either CEOs, and the employees are not treated like acceptable casualties just because they work for the two assholes. In fact, the only people who die here are not part of the plan, are killed by de Fenouillet’s men, are the dictator’s men. The most violent thing they did was release bees on workers to steal the bombs, and send a car with goons in it in a billboard

Unlike, say, Wanda and Pietro’s plan, who just didn’t give a damn about what happened to anyone ( the Avengers themselves, but also all the people who would get caught up in whatever they’d pushed Tony into doing ) as long as they got to kill Tony, to make Tony suffer, until they realized it had gone too far and (A) they were going to die too, (B) maybe seven billions people was a bit too high a casualty count even for them.

The only thing you can blame the gang for is the explosion at the factory ( if there had been casualties ), in that they instigated the rivalry, but, in the end, that’s on Marconi, much more than on the gang, because he’s the one who decided to do that ( and by pressuring an imigrant couple to do his dirty work, no less ).

Tony wouldn’t have deliberately endangered people like that. If he was like that, he’d have dropped a missile on Gulmira to get rid of the Ten Rings, without care for the civilians casualties, instead of getting there in person and targetting only the terrorists.

A Plan that wouldn’t have worked if they hadn’t deserved it

Despite the fact that Bazil wants revenge, his whole plan only works if de Fenouillet and Marconi are, in fact, assholes. Marconi didn’t have to accept the dictator’s deal, but he did. De Fenouillet didn’t have to accept the dictator’s deal, but he did. When they thought the other one had started trashing their stuff, they didn’t have to escalate. Marconi didn’t have to take his employee’s visa so that his wife would be forced to sabotage Les Arsenaux. De Fenouillet didn’t have to try and murder Marconi.

If they hadn’t sold weapons to ISIS/etc, they wouldn’t have had anything to confess at the end. They’d probably have been ridiculed, but it couldn’t have done any grave damage to their lives. In fact, the gang would have probably been labelled as the villains for having harrassed/kidnapped/threatened ( since they didn’t know the landmine and the grenade weren’t armed ) people who were doing their job within the law.

At every turn, the CEOs had a choice, and at every turn, they disappointed. Which is why the plan worked.

Tony refused to sell/make weapons for terrorists, which is what pushed Obadiah to get rid of him. Tony demands a lot of his employees, but he doesn’t force them to do anything, they can leave if they want, if they think he’s wrong.

And if Tony, somehow, had still ended up in the same situation, threatened with death to admit to having done things illegal... He wouldn’t have had anything to admit, because he didn’t do it.

Reality vs. Fiction

That’s the big difference between Tony Stark and de Fenouillet and Marconi. He’s not a bad person for being a weapon manufacturer, because he did it following the rules, but they aren’t, because they didn’t.

Being a weapon manufacturer, again, isn’t a bad thing per se, even if it isn’t a good thing either. As long as there isn’t world peace, and the absolute assurance that this peace will go undisturbed, we need soldiers, we need weapons, and therefore we need weapon manufacturers ( but I already made my argument about it in my last post ).

Now, I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that most, or maybe even, all, of the real-world weapon manufacturers are not good people who always follow the rules. But in case you hadn’t noticed, Tony Stark is the ideal ( or as close as ) of what a weapon manufacturer should be ( still not good per se, still not bad per se ), because he lives in a fictional world.

If you can believe in a soldier who never obeys orders he thinks are wrong and yet never gets disciplined because of it, if you can believe in a guy who turns into a giant green rage monster, if you can believe that six people can stop an alien invasion, and then you tell me you can’t picture a honest weapon manufacturer in that same world, well.

What we don’t need are weapon manufacturers like de Fenouillet and Marconi. What we need are people who are willing to make them fall, but not by using violence first either, not when it’s not needed, not when you can do it differently.

( though, the Plan almost went South at one point, which is why, sometimes, you also need an assurance, like, say, a way not to get killed by the weapon manufacturer who has, *gasp*, weapons! )

[migleefulmoments]

Wow, the tinhats are on fire today. Bitching about it being disrespectful to have their sexuality defined for them (hypocrite, much?), actually saying Darren STATED ON RECORD that he was gay (wut, then why does he need a beard?), reading the minds of Darren's parents, apparently have direct access to Darren, Mia and Ben's bank statements to know how much money they have. These Emmys have really given them a fright and rattled their cages LMFAO.

I literally just wrote a post tagging them about that ridiculous post calling out someone for saying she is straight when she considers herself pan.  Whatever dude.  Getting angry over an anon calling you straight is f’ing pathetic when 1. you are nobody and there is no reason for anybody to give a shit about your sexuality and 2. you aren’t actually talking about your sexuality-pan or otherwise- on your blog. I mean if you had a blog that was about your sexuality then your sexuality should be respected but bitching because someone didn’t check your bio to see if you felt the need to proclaim your sexuality before posting about CC is pathetic.  Franky, I don’t fucking care who anybody except my husband sleeps with. I certainly wouldn’t feel the need to check a Tumblr bio to ascertain the sexuality of the owner of a blog whose sole reason for existence is to discount everything Darren says about himself, his sexuality, his love and to criticize every move he makes while blaming it on an elusive and every-expanding contract, the evil players in Hollywood, his inept yet all-controlling manager and the evil beard he hates but who controls his life simply to torture him and “get promotion”.   Oh, and she also exists to cyberbully Mia, a woman that she is so jealous of she spends her days creating and perpetuating lies to make herself feel better about her pea green envy of Mia. 

Basically the Emmy’s showed the world that Darren is deeply in love with and ridiculously smitten with Mia Swier.  It is really hard to defend your mantra that Chris is “captain of this ship” and supporting Darren with all his might because they have a LOVE for the ages and are in the fight of their lives against the evil of Hollywood when Darren wears his heart on his sleeve and declares his love so freely.  So let’s dissect their lies:

1. Did Darren state on Record that he was gay?  Well if he did it was in one poorly recorded livestream while telling a joke and he was off camera. He HAS actually stated with his mouth, while on camera, in clear language, and in written article after article, that he is straight.  He has elaborated on what it is like to play gay while being straight and he has talked about representation over and over. He has also said- out of his mouth, while on camera- that he is engaged to and loves Mia.  Back to the declaration “I’m gay”. Jordan Roth was Parascoping from an event viewing (Emmys?) and a bunch of guys were standing around. A pic of Taylor Swift in a bathtub had just broke the internet and he made a joke about it. Darren off camera makes a joke like “I see that everyday” and then something garbled is said amongst the laughing and over talking. CCers claim Darren says “but I’m gay” which seems odd that he would declare such a thing in that context, on a livestream. It isn’t a natural response to having just said you see “that sort of thing all the time” and WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE OUT HIMSELF LIKE THAT ON a LIVESTREAM?  Also I have listened to that audio a hundred times and I don’t hear “I’m gay”.  Oh, and Jordan doesn’t respond in the way one would if a closeted friend just screwed up and outed themselves. CCers hang on to that moment like it is a defining CC moment while disregarding and denying all of the times Darren has said he is straight and all the behavior that proves he is with in fact, the fiancee of a woman named Mia

2. Darren’s parents. I posted earlier that I believe the pics are “proof” that Charles doesn’t love or respect Cerina or Darren- he’s walking in front of them after all. He’s also reading his phone- another sign that means he doesn’t actually love or respect those he is with. NOBODY walks in front of someone they love and respect and NOBODY ever looks at their phone when they are with someone they care about and a picture isn’t a snapshot of 0.01 seconds of someone’s life...it is an entire story for strangers to dissect. The pics are are a “stunt” and not at all indicative that the group is annoyed that Paps are literally walking backwards in front of them snapping pictures. Nope they are statements about the disgust the person walking in front carries for the other members of the group. At least THAT is how Tinhatters have seen it every time pap pics of Darren and Mia are released and he’s in front of her or on his phone so it must apply here as well, right? 

3. There was also an argument that Cerina and Charles are pulling stunts,  pretending to be  “one big happy family” because “they love their child so much they would do anything”.  That isn’t how parental love works. Bad behavior, lies, and deception are not OK simply because you do it out of love.  I love my children to death but I would never outright deceive the world by literally participating in “stunts” over and over where I was putting on a performance that was counter to everyone’s best interest. I wouldn’t consider it “supporting my child” by doing anything that kept them in the closet or forcing them to lie over and over or colluding with them to pretend they are engaged to someone they hated. Ethics and morals still matter and doing what is right matters and supporting the good things-not the bad things- in our kids’ lives matter. But the CCers pretend that love matters more than anything...as long as it is about love then nothing else matters.  That is the Disney-princess version of life and love.  It doesn’t hold up in reality. 

4. Speaking of Makes No Sense... The idea that every time Mia is talked about, mentioned, in a photo or standing near Darren he is promoting her. WTF? “Promotion”.  Mia doesn’t even have social media...she isn’t promoting herself. Darren isn’t promoting her.  Stop being so f’ing jealous of her CCers.  It doesn’t look good on you.  

5. Ben...oh lord Ben.  That whole trope is entirely made up.  Ben might have stayed with them long ago but I follow him in IG and he is rarely in LA and never for more than a few nights. There is nothing to suggest he is even staying with them anymore.  Mia and Ben are clearly friends and Mia and Darren both  openly share their lives with her friends. Mia wearing Ben’s hat means absolutely nothing and Ben’s arm around Mia at an IHeartRadio event means they are friends and Ben supporting the bar means it is a fun place to hang out and he likes them.  Nothing more.  The whole story about them in bed and taking pictures on Valentine’s day 1854 is so pathetic and contrived... I just can't. Every time the CCers stomp their feet and yell “Ben Ben Ben HOW CAN YOU IGNORE BEN” I think of Trump and his pathetic attempts to prove that Mueller is a witch hunt...or Tucker Carlson and Laura Ingraham claiming they aren’t racist. It is just as desperate. 

There are a lot of comments today- made by single woman- about what a healthy relationship should look like. There is nothing about Ben and Mia and Darren except desperate CCers trying discount Darren and Mia’s engagement.  Hell, maybe both Darren and Mia are sleeping with Ben....a throuple if you will.  It doesn’t matter if they are because IT ISN’T ANY OF OUR BUSINESS.  Having been in a relationship for *cough *cough 24+ years with the same man, I can say that there is nothing about Mia and Darren- including Ben- that makes me think it isn't a healthy relationship. Long term relationships are hard work..not the stuff of Disney princess love and CC BS.  If Ben stays with them when he is in town, who cares? He is in town so little. I can imagine staying in hotels gets old and staying with friends whose home is filled with music and singing has to be a joy. 

I agree with you, the Emmys rattled the CC family... big time.  It is hard to ignore the look Darren gave her as he declared her “my darling Mia” and said the most romantic thing I have heard a man use to proclaim to his love ...well, EVER. It is hard posting the same pics of Darren and Chris talking on stage over and over and over and over and pretend that means they are in love or that it wasn’t 10 years ago. They have sunk to arguing that when we watch Glee we aren’t seeing Klaine on screen but rather that is CrissColfer and they aren’t acting..they are in love in RL.  Um, dude NO, those were characters. They were reading lines written for them by writers. They were following stage direction and hitting marks.  After the Emmys, the CCers were left analyzing WHERE Darren and Mia’s noses touched because their kiss during the excitement of hearing his name announced wasn’t perfectly coordinated.  Darren’s aim was a little off -apparently- they bumped noses and that proves they don’t kiss often. I MEAN THAT IS IRREFUTABLE PROOF THEY ARE FAKE.  There was also a proclamation that clearly Mia practiced on objects and other people so she could grab Darren’s face and plant one on him after his name was announced.  Making that kind of shit up is the epitome of desperation. They are running scared. Their entire fandom is based on lies, anger, hate and criticizing people who don’t care about them. So when it falls apart, there is no reason to be a CC Family. Their international friendships which are glued together by their hatred and envy of Mia, ceases to have a reason to exist. When it all falls apart, they have no reason to be so sanctimonious or self righteous and they cease to be internet “famous” as they have labeled themselves.  If they aren’t fighting for Darren’s very soul, they don’t matter. That just sucks. Of course I watch them double down on “how will NEVER marry her” and I know they are setting themselves up for a big fall...it’s a train wreck happening in slow motion. Of course he will marry her. He has said so publicly several times. Their friends congratulated them and showered them with love-ya know, people who actually know them.  I know the CC family will have a few days of anger and then they will regroup and talk about how getting married to one’s beard is the new “breaking up with one’s beard” and that Chris was supporting Darren with everything he had. They will hate the beautiful wedding song Darren and performs for Mia and then they will claim it was really a secret message for them-the people who are really listening- to proclaim his undying love for Chris. Chris will continue to ignore Darren and while most of Hollywood sends Darren and Mia love, the CCers will claim that the ONLY reason Chris wouldn’t send a social media post to Darren is because he contractually can’t. That alone is telling...there is NO other reason he would ignore Darren... I mean, that is the only thing that makes sense, right? 

[jadekitty777]

Time for a friendship PSA

I want to take a minute and talk about this scene:

Because I see that a lot of people use this moment as evidence to make claims that Tai and Qrow aren’t really good friends or even that they hate each other. And while canon hasn’t exactly disproven this possibility, I do feel there’s WAY more evidence to support the opposite is true. So, let me take a few minutes of y’all’s time to show why.

So, since this is the crutch of the issue, let’s start with the scene in question, analyze some of the language used and break it down through the context given to us as well.

We’ll begin with the dialogue:

Tai: Things are just kind of a mess right now.

Qrow: It’s always a mess. Mind if we have a minute?

Tai: What, I can’t stay here?

Qrow: Tai, please.

So, Qrow especially is interesting here – his wording and his demeanor, asking for permission and even saying ‘please’, it’s all very respectful. But, this is also the same guy who started a fight in the courtyard with an Atlasian specialist and outright verbally put down a military general because he didn’t agree with their methods. Not to mention outright arguing with the headmaster of Haven Academy and antagonizing his own sister. He’s a sassy little shit with pretty much everyone no matter who they are or what their level of authority is. He’s the kind of guy who would talk down the Gods themselves if given half a chance. In fact, as far as peers go (not kids, that’s a whole other ballgame), the only other person we’ve seen Qrow really dial down his attitude for and give his respect to is Ozpin, who he trusts completely and is absolutely loyal to.

So for him to be just as humble with Tai, to me, speaks volumes on how he feels about him as both a teammate and friend.

Now, about Tai…

Let’s get a feel for his personality first: With his children, he’s warm and caring, trying to encourage them to better themselves whether it be with their own shortcomings (Ruby’s lack of sociability) or their mental obstacles (Yang’s discouragement after losing her arm). With Bart and Pete, he’s friendly and, we find out, a bit of a jokester. And, as for Raven, though he has obvious misgivings when he talks about her – of which I’ll go more in depth about in a bit – he still has some level of care of her while still being able to reasonably point out her severe flaws.

But with Qrow? In the scene above, he’s angry at him. Yet, this wasn’t the case in the conversation they had while Ruby was sleeping. They were stressed out about ‘something’ not working and how bad the situation was, but not angry at each other.

So, the question is: What changed and why?

It would be easy to assume it’s because Qrow is shoving him out of his own daughter’s room to tell her about her mystical heritage – but what Tai says isn’t correct for that implication. He asks “I can’t stay here?” implying he knows exactly what Qrow is going to be telling Ruby and furthermore, that they had agreed upon it (interestingly, note also that Qrow was chosen to lead this conversation over Tai). So why is he angry about something he agreed to?

Well, I don’t think it has anything to do with Ruby and has everything to do with Yang. And what makes me think that?

Well, for as much as I made a joke about it in this post, I absolutely believe this is why.

First let’s start with this - look at what happens when Qrow shows the picture to his nieces:

When he notices Yang staring at her, Qrow tries to block out Raven and pulls the picture away. He’s actively trying to dissuade her. And yet, four episodes later, when Yang mentions she saw her mom, he decides ‘Ah fuck it’ and tells her about Raven while verbally acknowledging in that same sequence his sister is a big ball of crazy death feathers? Let’s not even get into the fact he’s probably telling Yang this at the worst possible time when she’s already feeling vulnerable and upset over what happened with Mercury.

And we know Taiyang finds out about this. Remember when Yang is about to leave to go after her sister in Mistral? Taiyang says this to her: “Despite telling him numerous times not to, I know Qrow told you about where your mother’s been these days”.

So knowing that Qrow is not the most… tactful of sorts, what do you want to bet he told Tai at the worst possible time – with Yang dismembered, Ruby comatose, Ozpin and a few kids dead, Beacon Academy a wreck – that, ‘oh yeah so I told Yang where to find Raven’. I can just imagine the fight that would break out. Not just because it went against Tai’s wishes but because, unless it’s a hell of a writing inconsistency, for Qrow to go from trying to hide Raven from Yang to instead outright telling her, it seems Qrow broke a promise doing so.

And if he did, I’m sorry but Tai has every right to be pissed off about it. And anger, especially fresh anger, is an emotion that bleeds into everything, which would explain the immediate tension between them.

And for those of you thinking that it’s wrong for Taiyang to keep Yang from her mom and Qrow is more in the right by breaking his word, let me ask you…

Is he?

I’m just going to take one line of dialogue of Raven’s from each of the three conversations she has with Yang:

Episode 4, Raven’s first spoken words to her daughter: So, after all this time, you finally decided to visit me.

Episode 14, Raven verbally putting her daughter down: Who do you think you are lecturing me? Standing there, shaking like a scared little girl?

Episode 6, Raven threatening her daughter: If you side with your uncle, I may not be as kind next time we meet.

So let me ask you again, IS HE?!

While I honestly love her to bits and wish for a lot more with her character, for what we have in canon, Raven is a manipulative, cruel, coldhearted and borderline sociopathic individual who is NOT above abusing or using people to get her way. And we see sides of that not just with Yang but with Qrow too. Obvious murder plots aside, her consistent use of the term ‘little brother’ rather than his name comes off very condescending especially when they’re twins and her grabbing his wrist during their conversation in the bar was a sign of force.

Would it really be so much of a stretch to guess that this behavior was used against someone else? Maybe someone like a former lover?

If there was any sight or sign that Tai was keeping his daughter away from a loving mom who, upon seeing her, just came running over to embrace her and tell her how much she missed her (IE. Kali with Blake), yeah maybe I’d have a problem with his decision. But that was not Raven. Raven was a standoffish egomaniac who went on and on like Yang did a really good job to find her, like getting her respect and love needs to be earned not given.

And imagine how devastating this is for Yang too. One of the biggest character goals we learn about her is how much she wants to find her mom; and to be given this as a result of that journey? No matter what age Yang is, that’s absolutely soul-crushing. And we see that full effect towards the end of episode 14, when she breaks down and cries.

And Tai trying to protect Yang from that? From something he probably experienced and was hurt by first hand? That’s called being a parent. It doesn’t matter that Raven is her mom, Raven is also an active force that can, will and DOES hurt Yang. And being mad at Qrow because he feels that he’s helping put her in the pathway of that hurt, especially if they had an agreement not to? Yeah that’s fair.

So going back to Qrow and Tai: Do I think they hate each other?

No, not at all.

Do I think Taiyang is pissed off at Qrow for very legitimate and fair reasons?

Yes. Yes I do.

Do I think this is an overview of their entire relationship as a whole?

Hell fucking no.

Even the best of friends don’t agree with each other on everything. Sometimes friends fight, or disappoint each other, or hurt each other. Being human and making mistakes is part of living and sometimes those mistakes happen with people you care about. But just because you’re angry or don’t agree with their actions doesn’t necessarily mean you stopped loving them.

There’s also several other things we can pull from canon that are true or even is implied to be true:

A.      Despite rocky beginnings (I’m looking at you skirt incident), Team STRQ became an extraordinary team, which could only be the case if they learned to work together as one, and it was torn apart solely because of Raven’s actions. Neither Qrow nor Tai have ever said or implied any blame on anyone else but her for that.

B.      Qrow and Taiyang both were teachers at Signal – a job that Qrow himself says wasn’t a good fit for him. So why choose something like it to stay nearby unless…

C.      Qrow was likely around a lot after Summer’s death to the point of having a hand in raising the girls. Both his nieces exhibit how close they are to Qrow during the show’s duration and, from these two conversation sequences, it’s obvious the girls look at Qrow as a second father figure

-Season 3: Qrow tells them “Just remember you still have a long way to go. Don’t think graduating means you’re done.”

-Season 4: Tai parallels this by saying “Adult or not, you’ve still got a long way to go before you’re ready for the real world.” Of which Yang’s response is “Oh my gosh does every father figure just have the same three condescending phrases?”

D.      Also, while it’s unclear, the “she” Qrow is talking to ‘Tai’ about that “isn’t coming back” during his poisoned hallucinations was likely Summer. But…

E.       Even if it’s not, even if it were Raven, this still shows that Qrow was there to try and talk to and support Tai through a moment of loss. But if he was around enough to have the girls look up to him like a second dad, then that also means Qrow was there a lot for Tai too.

F.       Tai gave Qrow his trust in both showing Ruby how to wield a scythe, which is what Ozpin claims as ‘one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed’ and no doubt can only be perfected with years and years of hard work, as well as – again I reiterate – telling her about her heritage.

G.      Equally, Tai also allowed Qrow to train her despite knowing his semblance of bad luck is uncontrollable and unpredictable and would be more active when he is using aura, simply because he believed in him enough to protect her if something went wrong.

H.      The lucky convenience of Qrow showing up to save Yang and Ruby when they were toddlers was likely not one at all. Either 1. Tai returned home and called Qrow immediately upon realizing the girls were missing or 2. Qrow came by the house himself, possibly to watch the kids or because he was living there, and found them missing.

In short:

These two are actually married.

I mean, best friends.

This has been a PSA.

[forthemaafuckinglongrun]

Koh Lipe 2018

Special mention to my amazing teammates who braved away their lack of sleep just to send me to the airport. Mind you, these are the people who hardly ever meet me, or I have never have guessed to stay by my side the entire time and helped me calm my storm without them even realizing. Here are the names of those amazing human beings.

Diy. Nad. Nab. Fa. Jaf. Syedah. Iqah. Fiqah. You beautiful ladies have been nothing be exceptional and I owe it all to each and every one of you. I am beyond blessed to have you fine ladies as my friends and I pray to Allah SWT to always, always keep you girls safe.

 To those who had to leave earlier or come later, no exception to you guys too. Despite your work commitments and whatever else you had, you were all there nevertheless. Thank you for being beautiful inside out.

 Atikah. Ameey. Hawa. Ann. Saidah. Saibah. Aniqah.

 I love you guys with every fiber of my being.

 A few hours before departure

So, I was encouraged to write about this trip and hey, I actually convinced myself to do it, because this is my first ever solo trip. As crazy as it seemed to me (definitely not to most cos they champion and I am just a small little fry), I actually put my thoughts into action and here I am, in a little humble pod in A Plus Hostel in Koh Lipe all by myself.

 I am not going to lie that it was unbelievably nerve wrecking at first, but I managed to stop thinking too much and just did it. LOL! I booked my flight and hostel with little or no expectations or whatsoever. All I wanted to do was run away for a bit because life was getting a little too much to handle. I started hating school, I had my fair share of dramas and I was losing interest in eating and sleeping. That made me realize that I should probably get my ass away from the one person that was ruining my life and my future. That is myself. Okay enough about me! Let’s talk about this crazy little trip and its series of unfortunate events.

 18th June 2018 SIN-HDY 0555hrs

I told Diy that I would not sleep in the flight. Guess I was only fooling myself cos damn it, I fell asleep within 10 minutes after takeoff. There went my first sunrise of the trip. Pfft. So as predicted, it was raining when we touched down at HDY International Airport and to my surprise, there were really a lot of elderly in the cabin with me. Where were they going, one can only imagine. Throughout my time in Hat Yai, I realized that people there were a tad less nice compared to other parts of Thailand that I have been to like Phuket, Krabi and Bangkok. Okay no wait. I can hardly recall how “Bangkees” were like. Yup, I just created a name for Bangkok people that does not even make any sense!

 So well anyway, I arrived HDY international airport at 0700hr, went to the travel booth and booked the first ferry ticket to Koh Lipe (actually there was only one ferry timing, but let’s just give me a break). Ferry was at 0930hr so with 2 and a half hours to spare, I had my breakfast at Black Canyon Coffee. TAK HALAL! HAHHAHAHA! Bought my sim card, blah blah blah! At this point of time my power bank has already died on me and it was only 0720hrs, mind you. I did not have a Thai charger. Sad life.

Here’s the bright side. It has only been 3 hours since I left my friends to journey out of my own, but I have already learned that I still need to achieve self-competency and I was not as ready as I thought I was. I have always thought I have done fairly well to keep my shit together after so many years of husting, but 3 hours of being alone in a foreign country was enough to learn that I have a lifetime of learning ahead of me. Afterall, learning is an ongoing and lifetime process, yeah?

Series of unfortunate events #1 – MERRY GO ROUND THE AIRPORT

I was told to be back at the travel counter at 0900hr, so okay. Went out of the airport to smoke only to realize that no entry from the same door. Bloody hell. But because I am a strong, independent and brave little tiny soul, I decided to go find the entrance myself! HA! What a dumbass to do that. Hey! Don’t be quick to judge, ya? The language barrier in Hat Yai was game strong and it was a real challenge to say anything to a non-tourism related Thai without looking like a complete idiot. With this, I realized that I have not been to Thailand for so long that I forgot how to blend in.

 Well so I walked and walked whilst trying to look cool and casual when in actual fact, I looked like a lost tourist. LOL. Ego boost again, people spoke to be in Thai so I guess I was on the safer side. Not long later I saw the entrance to their domestic flight terminal and thought to myself, “Nope, there should be another entrance. Look at the amount of people there!” Mind you, I had 30 more minutes to spare and I could have waited in line. Perhaps I was just finding an excuse to smoke another stick of cigarette. HEH!

 Anyway, I walked back to the exit I was from and tried my luck asking a local. Lady looked at me and pointed the same direction I was from like 30 seconds before. TADAAAAA! Told you I was a dumbass for being an arrogant bitch. NEXT TIME ASK LAH IF NOT SURE! WASTE TIME FOR WHAT?!

 Series of unfortunate events #2 – RAIN RAIN GO AWAY

Boarded the bus and hey hey! Another hour of travelling!! Again, I slept my journey through. Reach the pier and again, PEOPLE IN HAT YAI CANNOT SPEAK ENGLISH! If you ever plan to pay a visit to this part of Thailand, do brush up on your Thai language first. Other than the booths that sell bus, ferry tickets or packages, almost everyone else speaks only in their native language.

I arrived at the pier at 1100hrs. Did the necessary procedures and WA LAH! Time to wait for the “ferry” which was scheduled for departure at 1130hrs. Yup! You guessed it right! As the title of this second part is already a giveaway, it is pretty obvious that 1130hrs did not happen. It was raining heavily and the currents were madness hence, the delay. We finally boarded at approximately 1230hrs and… sigh. I need to take a moment to smoke and calm myself down because part 3 of unfortunate events is something that I will always, always rage about. Stay tuned!

 Series of unfortunate events #3 – LIFE OF PI

WORST. BOATRIDE. EVER.

Yup, I’ve said it. It was the worst. Remember when I said that I bought “ferry” tickets? It was not a ferry for sure. It was a speedboat. A FREAKING LITTLE SPEEDBOAT THAT COULD ACCOMMODATE ABOUT 20 PEOPLE ONBOARD. Yup, that little microscopic speedboat braved the ferocious waves and it was horrible. Let me try to break it down for you.

Imagine being on a bumper car in the Andaman sea. Imagine fearing for your life when your bitesize speedboat full of people and luggage and vegetables (yup, there were veggies onboard) rode the waves that were so high, you almost shat your pants. Close your eyes and visualize a rollercoaster ride with nothing on but a life vest. Imagine that ride was 2 hours long. Remember how it felt when the rollercoaster was heading straight down and you felt your butt lift off the seat? Yup, exactly how I felt on that speedboat. 3 times worse. I could feel how everyone onboard held on to the grab poles with their dear lives. I can only imagine how the little children felt at the back. They might have been terrified as fuck.

It was pretty fun when the speedboat first took off, but the moment the big waves started crashing into us and the speedboat started to feel like it was flying, that was it. I got to admit that my equilibrium gave in and I puked eventually. That was pretty gross. But hey! As did many others. Now here I am, thinking of how in the blue fuck am I going to “ferry” myself back to Hat Yai. Fuck me. Really.

 Series of unfortunate events #4 – TOOT & PUDDLE

Ahaaaa!! The sands of Koh Lipe at last! FINALLY! Upon alighting from the 2 hours of horrifying, terrifying torment, I puked even more. Yeah yeah yeah, kental~.

 Well anyway, in all honesty, Koh Lipe as I saw it this morning, or to be specific, Sunrise Beach, was in a mess. It was littered with both people and rubbish. It was hard to differentiate which was which. You could see the locals trying to clean the garbage that we invaders left behind irresponsibly. Language here, however, was not as strained as in Hat Yai. Nothing else interesting to talk about here cos I was still trying to settle down from the seasickness. All I had in mind was to get to my hostel ASAP and shower cos damn it, I’ve been out since 10am the day before!

 GPS was not in my favour very much and I have yet to figure out how to read their physical map. With the help of a kind local, he pointed me the direction to my hostel. Off I go then!

 HA! Smart aleck here did not learn her lesson from the airport, she happily made her way on her own. I suppose it just stopped raining given how much puddles of water there were everywhere. Literally EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE. Pools and oceans of puddles! Deep, muddy ones! Anyway, as I ventured on in my lovely Nike sneakers, I thought I could hop a little here and there to avoid the puddles. Guess who proved who wrong again!! Me, myself and I. SO PLUPPP! There goes my sneakers and socks!

 End of day one

Eventually I did manage to get myself a Thai adapter for my phone and reached the hostel safely. The hostel is pretty nice, cozy and clean. I showered and fell into a deep, deep sleep till 1900hrs. Got up, went out for dinner, bought myself flower crabs which they served raw (ewww I sent it back and got them to fry the crabs) and went back to start on this lovely piece. Had a break to smoke and watch Deadpool with some other bunkmates andddddddd here I am back again.

 I am actually really amazed at how I could completely fill two pages (1900 words, lol!) worth of events. And this is just day one. I have nothing much planned for tomorrow but I hope to wake up early to roam around this tiny island which has lots and lots of quiet alleys. It is pretty scary sometimes, but God willing, I will be okay. To those who actually read this entire post, thank you for spending your time being interested in my humble little getaway. Till tomorrow, God willing, love you all.

[nostalgiaispeace]

626.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 36

3401. How well can you read between the lines when others are talking? depends on if they’re good at it. 3402. Would you ever speak in front of your peers about peace and social injustice? if they’d be willing to listen. 3403. Where does peace begin? starts with you. 3404. Does America practice the ideals it preaches? If yes when and where? If not, why not? LOL 3405. In conversations do you assume that you know what will be said? If yes, isn’t this a form of closing yourself off to new ideas? depends.

3406. In what ways are you closed minded? probably about some things i’m sure, but i’m learning and growing so. 3407. do you prefer beans or rice? rice. 3408. who’s a better tv dad?–dr. huxtable (bill cosby) or danny tanner? - 3409. detroit or new york? NY 3410. What’s your favourite Star Wars movie? none. 3411. What’s your favourite Star Trek movie? none. 3412. How about Batman? The Dark Knight. Indiana Jones? none Lord of the rings? none harry potter? order of the phoenix. 3413. If you could ask one question and one question only to the following people, what would that question be: Saddam Hussain? idk George W Bush? why’d you do 9/11? John Lennon? can we write a song together? an alien? how bad does Earth suck? God? why? Someone you knew who has died? are you proud? Steven Spielberg? can you cast me in a film, please? JD Salinger? who are you? 3414. Have you seen AI (artificial intelligence)? no If yes, what were the beings at the end of the movie? Do you see this as a possible future for humanity? What’d you think in general? 3415. If a-l-k-a-s-e-l-t-z-e-r spells ‘relief’ how do you spell: love? happiness? evil? sexyness? yummy? 

WTFFFF 3416. Have you ever been to a Broadway show? no What one? - 3417. Nighttime shows or matines (sp?)? doesn’t matter 3418. How are your family get togethers, loud and rambunctions or quiet and formal? louddddddddddd 3419. Would you be able to survive shipwrecked alone on a desert island? i don’t know. probably not. 3420. Speaking of islands, does Gilligan EVER get off his? don’t care. 3421. What movie has the BEST soundtrack? Inception. 3422. Do you ever go into chat rooms? If yes, what ones? i did. random ones 3423. Is english your first language? yes. If not…How you say hello in your language: another word in your language + english translation: boob in your language: 3424. Make up a religion (make it up): no. what would it believe: 3425. Create your own country- Name of country: no. Ethnic background: Language (make it up): Other details: 3426. How would you celebrate these holidays? Dogs in Politics day: Magic circles day: Be bald and free day: National mole day: Sylvia Plath day: Increase your psychic powers day: Waiting for the barbarians day: Air day: 

WTF 3427. -Why do you think Steve got kicked off Blue’s Clues: wasn’t it drugs? 3428. Hooked on heroin or hooked on phonics? neither 3429. -Have you ever taken an insanity quiz and said, “Hey, that's a good idea!” nope. 3430. - Have you ever covered yourself in blood and laid down on the side of the road to make it look like you were in an accident? You don’t know what you’re missing. um no 3431. Can you flare your nostrils? yes. 3432. -do you want to swim in a vast lake of Gatorade? or, any other beverage for that matter? no 3433. -have you ever sneezed at the same time everyday, consecutively, for over 3 months? nope. 3434. -how did the first person discover that pigs feet would be so good that we call them a delicacy? i don’t know. 3435. -why did the first person to ever eat pigs feet eat them? idk 3436. -do you like the idea of 'like father, like son’? no. it’s not factual? 3437. Put the following musical acts in order from best to worst by numbering them..(1 for best, 2 for 2nd best, etc… 20 for worst). Avril: 2 Ashanti: 1 Joan Jett: 7 David Bowie: the Bee Gees: The Doors: 19 Tool: 5 DMX: Iggy Pop: Creed: Weezer: Ministry: Thursday: Kittie: Adam Ant: Rancid: the Clash: 6 Led Zeppelin: 20 Moby: Tom Waites: 3438. Would you rather be an evil dictator or a sitcom family member? sitcom family member. 3439. What is the wave of the future? technology. 3440. What’s your favorite old movie (before 1990)? hmm..that’s hard...Singin’ in the Rain 3441. When someone tells you that their significant other lives Really Far Away..do you ever suspect that they are single and making someone up? no 3442. Alaska or Hawaaii? neither 3443. Why did Kentucky Fried Chicken change their name to KFC? easier to fit on the sign? 3444. What is there no place to hide from? myself 3445. Which makes you happier, giving presents or getting them? not gonna lie...getting. 3446. What can you never have just one of? i dunno 3447. What comes to mind when you think of Hulk Hogan? nothing 3448. What would you be the patron saint of? LOL 3449. Do you still look at the world with wonder like you did when you were a kid? yes. 3450. For 5 seconds clear your mind. Good. Now write the first thing that you can think of!: why does my back always itch? 3451. When was the last time you ate too much? - 3452. Describe the sexiest person you can imagine: Oliver Sykes 3453. What have you seen that’s…bizarre? um..i dunno 3454. Are there any stores or brands or products that you boycott? What and why? Amazon. they treat their employees like shit 3455. Do you want things to REALLY get out of control? um no 3456. Are you too tense? probably. 3457. Where would you be without love and bubblegum? still here 3458. Why aren’t comic books popular anymore? i’m pretty sure they are. 3459. Think of one friend (who?): Jordan When is the last time you saw each other? my wedding Do they smoke? no Do they believe in God? no When you first saw this friend what was your impression? i can’t remember. we were super little. Their age? 26. The top five things you think they think about? boyfriend, books, work, family, kitty. 3460. Do you say what you mean? Do you mean what you say? probably not well; yes 3461. Could you eat meat if you had to hunt it yourself? no 3462. Order from greatest to least importance: spirituality, creativity, intellect, great body, open-mindedness, magicalness, great dancer, interesting dresser, wit and cleverness, niceness, stability naw 3463. Complete the sentence. When a problem comes along You must: cry and figure it out. 3464. Pick the two most important attributes for food– fast, cheap, tastey, healthy cheap and healthy 3465. What do you think is the best metaphor for romantic relationships? (e.g. a car wreck, a cruise): um..i don’t know? 3466. Kittens or no kittens, that is the question. KITTENS ALWAYS 3467. Is gaining 15 lbs in a night possible? i hope not. 3468. Do you get emotional watching movies? depends on the film. 3469. What makes you feel nostalgic? a fuck ton of things. 3470. Do you feel like you’ve been misplaced? yes 3471. Have you ever fought someone, just for fun? no 3472. What gives you an adrenaline rush? music. 3473. What would you do if you loved someone more than anything else, and you could never have them? i don’t know. 3474. Rank these events in order of best/most exciting to boring: drinking and dancing to your favorite music at a club: 2 taking a walk in the woods and a bath in a stream: 3 having great sex: 6 winning the lottery (one mil): 8 getting followed home by a stray animal: 4 meeting someone interesting to talk to: 5 seeing your favorite band in concert: 9 seeing a Broadway show: 7 halloween: 1 3475. Can you keep a secret? yes. 3476. Where is the tenderness? soul? 3477. What’s one song you REALLY like from the: 30’s? 40’s? 50’s? 60’s? 70’s? here? 80’s? 90’s? 00’s? 3478. Would you rather have a video phone, an electric scooter, or a digital camera? digital camera 3479. If a ban on all violent video games was put into effect, would you be outraged by this decision? kinda. 3480. In your opinion, is violence in society inescapable? Why or why not? seems to be. they aren’t keen on ending it any time soon. 3481. Have you ever mimicked a violent “action” from a video game you’ve played towards another person, whether it was to harm or just for play? don’t play video games. 3482. Do you believe the violent content in video games influences aggressive and/or violent behavior in younger children? no 3483. What makes life a bitter sweet symphony? music 3484. Name four things that are AWESOME: music. sleep. harry potter. books. 3485. What’s the most creative/funny answer you can come up with for this question: What are you doing? nothing.... 3486. Can you imagine this world going on without you? yeah 3487. Are you the only person who really exists? no 3488. Is everyone else a figment of your imagination? no 3489. Or are YOU a figment of my imagination? no 3490. Can you prove you exist? How? yes. my birth certificate. 3491. What do you Have to get off your chest? none of your business. 3492. If you cheated on someone would you confess to them? yes 3493. Is it true that at least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you? Who? maybe; i dunno 3494. Are you in therapy? yes 3495. Do you go shopping on black friday? sometimes 3496. What is the bane of your existence? humans 3497. Better movie: Weird Science or Caddy Shack? weird science 3498. Who’s the big winner? Lana Del Rey 3499. What are the 3 funniest: music videos? Movies? songs? 3500. Guess what? no.

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Expert: Should publishing neonazi material be tolerated among anarchists? To almost every anarchist the answer is and has always been no. This is not a matter of censoring or hiding from ideas, it’s a matter of not giving shitty people with shitty values and goals the legitimacy of a platform and connection with us. Social association matters, it maps networks of trust and collaboration, it declares degrees of affinity, and provides points of entry. When you hang with nazis, when you allow them into your spaces, or when you promote their propaganda you’re quite reasonably gonna get treated like a nazi collaborator. The world is not a formless and consequenceless forum for the airing and interplay of ideas. It’s particularly sad that — in the drama surrounding Little Black Cart publishing the defacto English-language mouthpeice of a terrorist group targeting anarchists — anyone should have to point out to self-proclaimed “post-anarchists” the limits of the “marketplace of ideas” notion and the dangerousness of privileging the pretense of civil dialog. Ideas rise to prominence for lots of reasons, their evolutionary fitness in a given context is not solely or often even chiefly determined by their epistemic value. When more rational or accurate ideas win out they often do so only very slowly, laboriously tearing down vast edifices of bullshit that can be raised quickly. Nationalism is fucking stupid, but nationalist propaganda is particularly effective — it’s simplistic resonance persuades faster than critique can keep pace. It hooks into our shallow monkey brain instincts, feeding off our worst desires for status, power, belonging, and community, and providing an excuse to shrink the circle of our concern for others and avoid all the fatiguing intellectual responsibility such empathy brings. While we waste time critiquing its lies and misdirection nationalism happily continues building an army and preparing to crush us. This doesn’t mean that we should expunge nationalist appeals from the historical record or make them totally inaccessible — epistemic closure is dangerous and it’s important to understand our enemies — but we shouldn’t make their dissemination easy, and we shouldn’t help in giving them slick packaging, prominence, and legitimacy. Since nationalism primarily recruits not through reason but through displays of social positioning and brute force — displays that promise power and demonstrate how much can be gotten away with — dialog is often a trap. Almost everyone gets this. An esoteric text dump online is different than something gilded in book form. The role of a publisher — even more so in the era of the internet — is to give social prominence to certain things. To leverage social and financial capital to disseminate something and lend legitimacy to it. Anarchists don’t publish flat earth nuts or climate change deniers because those perspectives have simply nothing in common with anarchism; they are not relevant or coherent with or even arguably reconcilable with anarchy. And while there is immense space for complexity, novelty, exploration, and contention within anarchism it is not yet so undermined as a concept as to be infinitely expansive. There are boundaries and a core locus of concern with the liberation of all. We certainly don’t publish neonazis or tankies. It doesn’t matter that Mao was once an anarchist or that Mussolini ran in anarchist circles — they were clearly at fundamental odds with the anarchist project. But even those genocidal ideologies pale before the mass murderous ideology of ITS, who have even more stridently sought to embrace the opposite of anarchism. Rejecting the defining anarchist goal of liberation for all, ITS derides this as “humanist” and “moralist” — valorizing instead the murder of strangers for sport. Instead of freedom and the abolition of domination, they’ve devolved into worshiping a silly macho “wildness” that’s just decentralized domination with some residual environmentalist affectations and a laughable cloak of subalternity. Once upon a time it was possible to quibble that their ideology shouldn’t be taken seriously as a declaration of intent. That the entire philosophy was self-evidently empty posturing by edgelords. And that when some brats declare that they want to kill all humans or that they’re “worse than Hitler” the extremity of such statements revealed their insincerity. But ITS’ attacks on anarchists, children’s hospitals, students, hikers, etc. long ago made such continued deflection impossible. The Journal Atassa’s website is filled with translations of ITS communiques and interviews — Atassa has effectively operated as ITS’ press office in the anglosphere. That Little Black Cart would seek to publish Atassa as a journal and insert it in anarchist spaces follows the same trajectory of assisted entryism that has led to ITS communiques being repeatedly published on AnarchistNews.org, hosted on TheAnarchistLibrary.org, read aloud enthusiastically on Free Radical Radio, laughed about approvingly on The Brilliant, etc. All from the influence of roughly the same circle of self declared nihilists. Let’s be clear that Little Black Cart’s defense of their publication of Atassa in terms of whether “calls to action” are present in the print version of Atassa is as absolutely and transparently ridiculous a defense as could be imagined. Whether a while nationalist journal makes “calls to action” is completely irrelevant. A neonazi text that speaks in airy abstract terms and avoids making a direct call to exterminate is in no real sense different than a neonazi text that lets slip such calls. This distinction is purely a legal artifice and one that should be largely irrelevant to anarchists. We all know this game intimately because we’ve played it continually over the last few decades when struggling with the liberal legal regime. The ELF had cells and the press office, legally distinct entities, but functioning as a single whole. Such positioning may save someone from prison but no anarchist actually buys that they’re ultimately distinct, they are but different organs within the same movement or project. What’s intolerable about white nationalism isn’t merely its specific acts of violence, it’s the fucking white nationalism itself. Similarly what is intolerable about ITS isn’t merely their violent acts but their fucking values and goals. The violent acts are merely proof that they are actually serious about their vile ideology — even if they have not as of yet figured out how to for example sabotage nuclear plants and kill at a larger scale. LBC contextualizes their publication of Atassa with, “The ideas we wish to publish are visionary, world-wrecking, ideas about a passionate, critical, fiery anarchy unleashed upon the world.” And similar statements have repeatedly been made across AnarchistNews.org and associated media projects — framing ITS as anarchist. But there is no sliver of anarchy to be found in ITS unless we are now — after years of attempted twisting and corruption — to accept a notion of anarchy as merely ANY fiery world-wrecking. ITS does not seek to end domination and expand freedom, the wildness they worship might as well be called fractured fascism. Broadly contiguous with and reflective of the sort of “national anarchists” that have cropped up among modern fascists with a decentralization fetish. The same almost sociopathic myopia and localism of nationalism, except to an even greater extent. That some of the folks slinging ITS have now hey now, I have a few disagreements with Hitler and the historical Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei.” It’s true that now at long last a couple folks in this circle have voiced a critique of ITS. Yet in his essay in Black Seed inveighing against anyone loudly opposed to ITS, Bellamy’s “critique” of ITS functioned mostly as an attempt to distance them from anticiv nihilism, “Despite their many references to egoist and nihilist [sic] strands of anarchism, including quite recent ones concurrent with the above this is quite plainly a holy war, not a deconstruction of civilization through individual liberation. I see no room for a praxis of individual or small, intimate group liberation in conjunction with such an ascetic, semi-suicidal religious imperative“. Notice how askew this analysis is. Bellamy casts the problem with ITS as that they’re not focusing myopically enough! In this picture what’s wrong with ITS is the intensity and scope of their values. God fucking forbid someone feel strongly committed to action or some large goal. Surely that’s what’s actually intolerable about ITS. And never mind the values of “individual or small intimate group liberation” that Bellamy casts as somehow both nihilist and desirable instead. The problem with ITS is apparently that they care about shit beyond their friend circle. Such critiques of “moralism” are hard not to read in vein of the “the problem with all these cucks is they get triggered about shit” nihilism at the bedrock of the alt-right. Myself, being a “feverish” moralizing cuck, I diagnosed ITS as being too myopically focused in the immediate. The simple macho and subrational rush of brutal domination involved in murder, mixed with the visceral instinct of trees good concrete bad, both instincts fetishized by a all too nihilist failure to intellectually probe deeper or wider. Just as Richard Spencer admits that race or ethnicity is an arbitrary and contradictory construct, so too do they essentially admit that “the wild” is not ultimately an intellectually defensible category or concept, just as they’ve admitted they don’t get the science they castigate. They’re gonna go with the arbitrary value that psychologically resonates with them given their personal history, and fuck any sort of intellectual reflection that might undermine such or reorient them towards different values. Unlike certain fascists ITS is obviously not trying to convert large numbers of people to their cause, but they’re just as obviously leveraging the same sort of irrational psychological resonances that underpin fascism. A fetishization of violence and a return to mythologized lost tradition, a shrinking of one’s empathic circle to a closer relationships and othering of the rest, a ridicule for reason, truth, and intellectual diligence. It’s this latter trick that allows them to value their self-aware nonsensical construct of “the wild”. Note how these few nihilists only now “critiquing” ITS can’t bring themselves to actually make an argument for some values and not others. They never address how murder for sport is wrong or why the lives of strangers should matter to us. They don’t want to get drawn into such an explicit metaethical conversation because it would bare just how arbitrary their values of “self” interest and privileging a few immediate relationships over others are. They want to duck such with trivializing moves like “of course we’re against bad things” when said bad things are overwhelming socially recognized (and only when those bad things are overwhelmingly socially recognized), but the entire project of anticiv nihilism has increasingly seemed to be about expanding the overton window of what’s socially allowable. If they’re trying to distinguish themselves from ITS it’s obviously incumbent upon them to explain the walls holding their myopic focus on immediacy from devolving into the even more extreme reductio of that demonstrated by ITS. After a decade of attempting to erode anarchism’s capacity to say anything, to uproot its ethical foundations, they’re now left grasping at the air trying to assert that there’s no slippery slope between them and ITS. Despite a number of individuals in the anticiv nihilist milieu long praising or expressing delight at ITS (see Free Radical Radio for some of the more public individuals). When former anarchists reject not just the strawmen they set up with “moralism” but all ethics, declare that the abolition of oppression is impossible and undesirable, say “might makes right” and misanthropically fetishize mass die-off in a civilizational collapse, but then protest “sure, I don’t support killing random people” how honestly should we read such a deflection? And does it really matter if they do happen to arbitrarily draw such a line? Richard Spencer can say he wants “peaceful” ethnic cleansing, but we all know the inevitable conclusion of his values. And what else could he really get away with saying in public? To many of us ITS has laid bare the inevitable and boring conclusion of most of this most recent misbegotten “nihilist” project in North America. A notion of anarchy increasingly stripped of all ethical content and rendered into a shallow aesthetic of revolt and attack. By now we should all realize that such an aesthetic is entirely swallowable by and deeply reconcilable with reactionary forces. Let me clarify where I am personally coming from here, because I am certainly not suggesting that we banish everything remotely problematic or deviant. I am quite loudly reviled in a few of circles for taking iconoclastic stances in anarchism, as well as encouraging and facilitating critical dialog with ideas or circles deemed verboten. I have consistently been about challenging orthodoxies and expanding overton windows. I have built up and published writers that I have sharp and public disagreements with. While I have been vitriolic in my critiques of them I’ve nevertheless tabled and spoken at libertarian conventions, debated reactionary non-anarchist transhumanists, and even helped a bit in negotiating the original St Paul Principles — an influential treaty with maoists and liberals. I was once staunchly primitivist and have continued to engage at length with various branches of those ideas, even undertaking lengthy dialogs with some of today’s “eco-extremists” like John Jacobi (even despite Atassa’s inclusion of his writing). For a decade and a half since I worked up the backbone to stand up to the anarchist and leftist orthodoxy I’ve dealt with plenty of suspicious would-be scene police hoping to make a name for themselves by running me out of things for crimethink. Last year the LA Anarchist Bookfair side-eyed my application to table because they thought mutualism smelled like “propertarianism” — I would be certainly excluded by any ban on “individualists.” I’ve even hilariously been accused on Anews of trying to build a “red brown alliance” because a think tank I’m involved with engages in dialog with libertarians and the notoriously thirdpositiony Counterpunch has republished a few of our public domain essays (never mind that we’ve been the most consistent and outspoken critics of the fascist creep in libertarian circles, have converted thousands of libertarians, and are frequently targeted by actual fascists for our work). Syndicalists, Platformists, and “anarchists” in spitting distance of Maoism have said far worse about me, happily making up shit or conflating (“ancap” etc). I am well aware of how opportunistically “fascist” can be thrown by some and how hungry certain beurocratic dinosaurs in the red branches of anarchism are for inane ideological purges and unfair litmus tests. Anarchy is complex and varied in its application and we must embrace the often weird and unruly ideological mess that people make of it. We must continue to make sure there’s room for varying kinds of people with varying takes. But there are nonetheless still some boundaries to the anarchist project. There have to be or else anarchism would be absolutely indistinct from anything else and also immediately overrun. We don’t let fascists in our spaces. We don’t let a very large array of fucked up shit in our spaces. We don’t think that our goals justify literally any means, nor do we believe that a number of means can feasibly lead to the ends we desire — or else we would have no problem with state communists and claim that mass slaughter and imprisonment are capable of building a world we could ever be interested in. Many of the exact same people now wailing about someone ripping up a copy of Atassa at the Seattle Bookfair I remember once laughing in approval at state communists getting water dumped on their books when they tried to table anarchist bookfairs. There are and have always been things rightfully considered utterly beyond the pale in anarchism. It is not remotely acceptable to distro fascist propaganda, and certainly not at an anarchist bookfair — even if the writers originally came from the anarchist movement (as again in the case of some “national anarchists”). I know that my repeat comparison to nazis will be dismissed out of hand by a few — and shrieked about from the residual anews peanut gallery — as rank hyperbole, but when pressed no defender of ITS and Atassa has so far coughed up any attempt at meaningful distinction in why we should treat them differently. What’s so infuriating is that many of these people clearly perceive ITS as just some “misbehaving” comrades who are only a little bit lost. They know that they can’t just openly say that ITS’ values and analysis are close to their own because they know that anarchists at large would then revolt and kick them from the milieu like the “national anarchists” were once. Since Scott Campbell raised the profile of ITS’ targeting of anarchists and anarchist spaces, some folks involved with LBC have felt pressured into backpeddling a little. But these same cheerleaders knew damn well that ITS had tried to kill an anarchist years back and didn’t raise a peep then. It behooves us to ask what other random idiotic monsters these “ITS isn’t that bad” folks would thus invite into our spaces and discourse. Are they going to start publishing shit like Keith Preston’s “national anarchist” propaganda? This isn’t rhetoric — Aragorn has already done this. In the late oughts Aragorn facilitated “national anarchist” entryism on anarchistnews.org, on antipolitics.net, and in the Berkeley study group. Defending the inclusion of BANA members and publishing national anarchist writing. It’s great that he stopped, but it’s concerning as hell that such retractions only happened after a loss of social capital. (Honest props to those nihilists who called him out and cut ties with him over it.) What’s also flabbergasting is the audacity with which ITS apologists have instead tried to reframe the conflict around a motte and bailey of “indiscriminacy” in violence. As if the only thing objectionable is that some perfectly valid anarchist comrades are getting a little too sloppy when it comes to collateral damage in their actions. It’s insulting and disturbing that they think this reframing will work. ITS declares they want to kill everyone and proceed to target randos and anarchists — and their apologists try to turn the discussion into a re-litigation of the late 90s nonviolence debate. No anarchist project nor any manner by which anyone might move through our world, occurs without some form of violence — even the violence of nonviolence. But we can still recognize varying degrees of violence, and of domination, and subjugation. We can engage mindful of the context of our actions and the various feedback loops attendant to certain tactics or strategies. We can also — and this is the critical bit — seek to fucking minimize domination in the world, to expand things like agency and consent. The pretense that ITS’s murderfest and wish for mass death poses any serious or interesting questions for anarchists would be laughable if so many in LBC’s orbit haven’t somehow claimed such. Of course Atassa — as ITS’ English language press office — doesn’t even bother with such deflections. The only pretense of defense it conjures is feigned outrage at gringos talking shit about something in a (not so) distant country. What a laughable pastiche of anticolonialism and white liberal insecurities! Are anarchists not to condemn the North Korean government or the Assad Regime? Must we refrain from critique of the Muslim Brotherhood or Daesh when communists laud them? Where does this “can’t critique distant things” nonsense end? Can’t develop an opinion on someone widely called out for rape in a slightly distant city? Someone in our scene snitches and we get to say “well I’m not super close with all the relevant individuals“? I mean I know that a number in these circles actually would like us to be so de-fanged, but I wish they would explicitly step to with that argument so it can be roundly rejected. I mean is the level of bullshit used to equivocate and condemn condemnations of ITS really to be our future? Halfassed concern trolling and “whaddaboutism” where any restatement of what should be ethically obvious but somehow isn’t is in turn silenced as “virtue signaling?” When the same folks who condemned those speaking out against the bombing of an anarchist infoshop then whined about civility, free speech and the disrespect of LBC’s property in Seattle, the Bay Area Anarchist Bookfair organizers proclaimed that they wouldn’t exclude vendors based on their content. Immediately alt-right, anti-feminist, MRA, and pro-Israel material cropped up. Because. This. Is. What. Fucking. Happens. There are so many more reactionaries than anarchists in this world that they could sneeze and flood us out of our spaces or drown out our voice. Some bare community norms or expectations are inherent and necessary. I’ve pushed for tolerance and ecumenicalism for years, but it’s hard to imagine what could even remain if we accept publishing the de facto press office of a group that opposes freedom and is out to kill all humans. The alt-right literature was promptly removed from the Bay Area Bookfair by spontaneously organizing attendees, but however horrible the alt-right is let’s remember they at least don’t champion the extermination of literally everyone. Look, again, I get that there are dangers here. LA’s condemnation of “individualism” wholesale is obviously absolute trash. But just because something as central to anarchist practice as No Platform can be abused doesn’t mean anarchists can afford to suddenly discard it. Anarchism at core is an ethical stance against all domination, seeking the liberation of all — there should be room for vibrant intellectual diversity in discussing how this is applied, differences in strategy, prediction, and preferred implementation — but we cannot afford to erode the beautiful idea itself, to lend space and legitimacy to its avowed enemies. And we certainly shouldn’t be helping those actively trying to kill anarchists. LBC’s decision to publish Atassa, Anews’ publication of ITS manifestos, their continued hosting on AnarchistLibrary.org and as audio recordings on Free Radical Radio are obviously beyond the pale in the same way that nazi or tankie texts would be. Not because anarchism cannot survive forbidden readings — although it is shameful we’ve done such a poor job enunciating and defending our values that somehow a small number found ITS’ inane perspective to have resonance — but because such publication legitimizes a profound watering down of anarchist values and basic norms. http://clubof.info/