#Divide Conquer
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justbeingnamaste · 7 months ago
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“The media’s the most powerful entity on earth. They have the power to make the innocent guilty and to make the guilty innocent, and that’s power. Because they control the minds of the masses.”
– Malcolm X
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darkmovies · 1 year ago
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Totally Killer (2023) Date de sortie : 06/10/2023 Réalisateur : Nahnatchka Khan Scénario : David Matalon, Sasha Perl-Raver, Jen D’Angelo Avec : Kiernan Shipka, Olivia Holt, Charlie Gillespie
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theillustraitor · 3 months ago
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Hey yall, i can't seem to find this ep anywhere? I swear i remember watching it...
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This is a gift for my friend @sugarviv! Its a fake title card for her ep idea (now dubbed "Divide and Conquer!" as seen above) where Vlad goes through the ghost catcher 👀👀
Also if anyone is interested we have a discord server where we discuss fake ep ideas, this one included! Dm me or viv for an invite :D
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odinsblog · 5 months ago
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“They are coming for your jobs” is one of the oldest divide-and-conquer strategies ever. Typically spoken by bigots and racists who don’t care about “they” nor the people whose jobs are allegedly at risk.
Donald Trump is a racist who thinks of Black people as things, not actual people. Other than using Black people as pawns and tokens (looking directly at you, Black Republicans), Trump doesn’t care about us or anyone who isn’t white and wealthy. And we all know exactly what he meant by “Black jobs” — the lowest paying, service sector jobs, and so-called unskilled menial labor jobs, with little to no benefits nor healthcare.
To be clear: there is absolutely N O T H I N G wrong with working in the labor sector or the service industry. And yes, because of structural and generational racism Black and Brown people are over represented in those jobs. But jobs do not have race. Black people can do literally anything, any job that we are given an equal opportunity to do.
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threepandas · 5 months ago
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Bad End: Kept Safe
[Art by Miu_A]
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You ever give someone advice, knowing full well they aren't going to take it? Even AFTER they have begged and pleaded and WHINED at you, for hours, for it? Even after they poured their heart and soul out to you? And you, a good friend, carefully and tactfully, tried your best to help? LIKE THEY ASKED?
Ever find yourself the designated "run too dramatically weep in the arms off" friend?
I have.
It is hell. I am in hell.
This is my punishment for all those hours I spent reading and playing Otome Isekai junk instead of, I don't know, solving world hunger or something. Because it HAS to be. I am clearly being punished. Repeatedly. By some sort of petty, petty, anime God.
Fuck you too, buddy.
A fresh round of highly dramatic Protagonist sobbing peirces the air. Dear lord, she has a set of lungs on her, does she? It's like an air siren. But more... upset toddler. It was bizarre. I'd LIKED her as a character. I HAD. Bright and cheerful, determined with a good heart. She'd been a bit naive, yes, but she'd grown. Love had changed her for the better.
But THIS?
This was some middle school "he threw away my secret note, that I didn't sign, so that means he HATES MEEEEE~" bullshit. It went on and on and ON! God, it'd been MONTHS! Years!
I made friends with the Protagonist when we were in The Royal Academy. The story's setting. It SHOULD have finished by graduation. SHOULD. HAVE. But DID it? No! This nonsense had spilled into the COURT! The general population! Actual political factions were starting to get involved!
All because my "friend" COULDN'T PICK A MAN.
And she didn't listen. I tried. God, how I TRIED! No matter HOW I phrased "just fucking TALK to them" it didn't get through her dense fucking skull. I tried taking a break. To calm down. She HUNTED ME DOWN with her little Harem of political trainwrecks!
That poor port city STILL has yet to recover from the chaos they unleashed.
I don't... God, I don't even LIKE her anymore. I've just been reduced to her HANDLER. Forced into girlish tea parties devoid of any taste, because no one ELSE will come. Followed by winces and pitying looks by every lady in all of polite society. The sacrifice to keep HER distracted, lest her gaurd dogs decide its a good idea to do something unhinged again.
It's exhausting.
I'm not even listening.
She seems to have worked through her usual cycle of "cry, mope, what about meeeee~, then I going to go be Plucky at them! Tee Hee~♡!". Good, good. You go have fun, you little train wreck. I'm going to go find an actual ADULT to hide behind.
I have my maids change me out of an outfit that, frankly? I am too old for. I am not sixteen. We are not GIRLS, for the heaven's sake. We are WOMEN. It was a cute outfit. I enjoyed wearing it, back when I was physically young enough that it was appropriate. But even THEN... that's the down side of the whole "isekai" thing.
You keep your mental age.
Everyone around you? INFANTS. Fresh faced babies. You are being flirted with by fourteen year olds and? It is DISGUSTING. They can never be anything more then "cute kids" to you. The characters you once thirsted over? Reduced to actual, living, breathing, pre-schoolers.
There's no going back after that. I'll NEVER unsee it. Can only continue to age, even as they simply... grow up. And then? When they started behaving like FOUR YEAR OLDS? Forget it! I'm beginning to share my parents fears I may die single.
At least I have a refuge. A place of SANITY and SENSE.
I grab the imported wine I had purchased. I'd noticed him drink it before on special occasions. Found a tea seller that was willing to also bring some back. Mother LOVED the tea and my friend was going to love the wine, I could just tell.
Cautiously poking my head out of the guest apartments i was staying in, I checked the hall. Left. Right. Left. Thank god. No Protagonist in sight, she hasn't come back yet. Better hurry though.
I walk fast and keep close to the wall. Ducking into alcoves at every new female voice. Passing servants, Nobles, and the occasional Knight either murmur what they know of Protagonist's last known location or politely pretend not to see me. For anyone else, this would be scandalous behavior. For ME? Well... everyone knew EXACTLY why I was being driven to such extremes.
I thankfully reached the governance wing unmolested. It was far quite and none of the pack of fools ever really set foot here. Not ever the ones who were SUPPOSED to be busy learning their future roles as leaders of this country. God, I could only hope the third prince somehow quietly pulls a coup.
Not that I'd SAY that.
The gaurds don't even bother to announce me, I'm here so often. Merely opening the door. I maintain my decorum none the less. JUST long enough for the doors to finally close and I am able to drop my social mask like whipping of my bra after a long day. Oh thank fuuuuuuck. FREEDOM!
A familiar chuckle, like incense smoke, wafts from the second floor of the office.
"Oh my~, so tired?" My friend muses, his voice that ever lilting purr. I hear him closing whatever heavy tome he's currently studying. "And so early in the DAY! Was it the little nuisance again? Surely she must have SOMETHING better to do?"
Gently putting the wine I'm gifting him on his desk, I then throw up my arms. You would THINK! Wouldn't you?! It's an old complaint. And frankly? I'm glad he still let's me vent about it. It HAS to get old. Yet? He let's me complain anyway.
I met the, roughly translated, "Keeper Of The Shield" at one of the Crown Prince's many ridiculous parties. I was dragged along as Protagonist's plus one. Because GOD FORBID she bring one of her suitors! That might lean towards CHOICE! Can't have THAT!
It was an overly dramatic, gaudy, slow motion trainwreck from beginning to end. I? Got very, VERY drunk. I knew I shouldn't. It was wildly inappropriate. But I was HORRIFIED. Hid near the balconies and drank to forget. Contemplating jumping.
Was likely the only one there my age NOT in ten layers of bows and fabric flowers. It was probably why Crevan decide to talk to me. That and the look of abject suffering. He informed that, sadly, the balconies were locked. But if I planned to maim my self to escape, he could probably boost me up enough to reach the upper windows.
I choked on my drink and guffawd like an idiot. It was SUPER flattering. Very pretty. And honestly? The best conversation I'd had in YEARS. He was droll. Witty. Snarky. In just as much hell as I was. We gleefully narrated the drama playing out before us in as cutting a manner as possible. Grown adults, government officals! Behaving like fucking CHILDREN.
Only after, did I learn I had been chatting with the equivalent of the minister of the Defense. THE commander of our nation's defensive forces. All of them. Knights, army, spies. All of it. And the poor man had been dragged from his desk to play party prop by a glorified teenager. I was horrified. Appalled. Fucking OUTRAGED to learn that it was just... normal!
This country was a nightmare! Otome games are HELL. Lacey, sparkly HELL!!!
But at least I had Crevan to keep me sane. He was always willing to listen. Advise when he could. We had HOPED that Protagonist would start maturing... I'd even mentioned it, but it just seemed like she back slid again and again! Trapping me. Isolating me! Ruining my chances to move ON and have a LIFE!
I don't know what went wrong! Is it me? Am I too hand holdy? It's starting to destabilize the country! Not that the royal family even seems to notice! God no, if it weren't for Crevan, the whole PLACE would have collapsed!
I flop down on my couch. Technically it's not "mine", but honestly? He's fooling no one. The man barely had ANY guest furniture before we became friends. It's totally my couch. (He even got a tea table for us, the softy.)
"Oh? A gift? How thoughtful, dear~" It's only months of friendship that keep from jumping these days. I should get that man a BELL. "Would you like some?"
I can't help but huff a laugh. He always looks to PLEASED when he gets the jump on someone. Startles them. A mischievous asshole, that one. Touchy, too. Forever cupping my cheek or earnestly taking my hand. Patting my head. Guiding me by the elbow or shoulder. He has so few friends... I am certain he is touch starved.
A thought occurs to him, as he pours two cups. A sly grin stretching across his face as he turns to offer me a cup. The wine's scent mixes, burning and delicate, with the ever present smells of incense and his favorite herbal cigarettes. Blurring the senses and relaxing. It's a pretty strong drink.
"You KNOW... it just occurs to me! Darling, if you want to avoid that pest? Why not spend the day HERE? I'd love to have you. " his voice becomes low and serious for a moment, almost catching me off gaurd, bouncing back before I can really think about it. "You could trash my shelves again! Camp out on my couches! It'll be like a little party~ Just you and me! Not a care in the world. You won't have to worry a single thing~"
He grins, glasses catching the light, toothy like the old scheming fox he is.
"I'll keep you nice and safe~"
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sugarviv · 2 months ago
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reality-detective · 20 days ago
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MASSIVE PSYOP: Weaponizing fear in Women to Repel cohesive relationships with men... (Soft depop)
Its all fun and games until we all die alone..
In my careful observations, it seems clear that women have a noticeable vulnerability in their minds that men don’t typically have. This can be linked to evolutionary needs, which play a role in how humans reproduce within our complex social structures. It makes sense—and here's where it gets even more interesting—that this perceived weakness helps women engage with potential partners without always seeing through men’s hidden intentions, like simply asking for a phone number. This delicate balance highlights the complexity of human relationships and how reproduction works.
Moreover, historical and religious texts, like the Bible, describe women as supportive partners to men, emphasizing their role in nurturing and cooperation. This background fits well with my conclusion that these built-in psychological traits in women are essential to maintaining and continuing humanity within our complicated societies.
Thus, it becomes evident why women are targeted first when a society is being dismantled. Attacking this cornerstone disrupts the family unit, creating chaos and weakening the social fabric critical to society's stability and continuity.
Disrupt this balance and watch society crumble. You Decide 🤔
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renegadesstuff · 24 days ago
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BEST DUO 🙂‍↕️😍
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radley-writes · 2 months ago
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genuinely worries me that some of you think the biggest threat to feminism in 2024 is trans men having words to talk about their lived experience
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hajihiko · 2 years ago
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I've been sitting on this for months and decided I just dont wanna refine it anymore. So here
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darkmovies · 2 years ago
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theillustraitor · 22 days ago
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Inside of Vlad there are two wolves…
One is gay,
The other is homophobic,
And they absolutely hate each other U3U
…anywaysthisisarequestfortheSplitVlads
The true duality of man. Knee high socks and serving cunt.
Jokes aside these guys were so fun to draw, and I really love their designs lol
Like with my other refs y'all can download the transparent HD files here! Its a different folder than the main one since these guys were a special request.
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jewreallythinkthat · 3 months ago
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The UK riots are far right fascist extremists (and a few people who are just violent fuckers who'd riot at any excuse and don't care about politics in terms of left v right as long as they have the opportunity to cause problems). It has nothing to do with Israel, Palestine and the middle east.
The UK riots literally have nothing to do with the Israel Hamas war and anyone who says otherwise is just trying to hijack a horrific event and twist it to fit their political narrative. Don't downplay the islamophobic racists in the UK and pretend it's Israel's fault. Idiots.
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odinsblog · 2 years ago
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🗣️ Pay very close attention!
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Please forget, for a moment, that many people live in the intersection of simultaneously being Black + LGBTQ + refugee + Asian. Instead, I am asking you to look at how the Republican culture wars are pitting one identity against the other.
DeSantis has banned any mention of Gay and Trans people, Black Lives Matter, George Floyd, Critical Race Theory, and much more… but now he is mandating Asian American history.
Florida and other Republican controlled legislators around the country are whitewashing and erasing Black history from school history textbooks, while also making Asian history a requirement. ⁉️
Please be just a little bit curious.
You must ask yourself, why?
WHY would an abjectly racist politician ban one culture’s history, but require another’s?
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DeSantis is playing Asian people, the “model minority,” against—in his eyes—all of the “less desirable” minorities: Black people, Lgbtq+ people, etc. etc. etc. It’s a classic divide and conquer strategy.
Please see his ploy for what it is. We are all stronger together. Republicans know this. It’s why they’re working so hard to drive wedges between us.
Don’t fall for the okie doke.
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playerkingsley · 2 months ago
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the optimal party split
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uncanny-tranny · 6 months ago
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r u chill w non transitioning ppl?
Why wouldn't I be? At one point, every trans person who is transitioning was once someone who wasn't (whether or not that was a choice or their need is a separate discussion).
Hatred of any kind of trans person is not a Righteous or Good Thing - every single trans person has their place, their entitlement to safety, community, and respect of who they are
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