#Free Planet Radio

[rewrite-canon]

malaysia not happy with alice oseman 😔

[churchofsatannews]

The Metro #721

This week on The Metro, Rev. Jeff Ivins brings you another set of tune to remind you of the 1980s: Midnight Oil, The Birthday Party, Patty Smyth, Nick Heyward, Kim Carnes, Visage, Kenny Loggins, Real Life, Planet P Project, Midge Ure, Fischer-Z, The Go-Go’s, Duran Duran, and ending off with Devo. Stream The Metro #721. Download The Metro #721.  

[crow-aka-gayass]

I think I figured out why the world is going to shit

Okay I have to preface this by saying, I figured this out a few weeks ago when I was running on less that 20 hours of sleep that week and it was a Saturday, this was figured out at 4am

>They decatogorised Pluto as a planet

>Pluto is named after Hades

>What did this start with, the beginning of a Pandemic

>Where are we now

>Mass inflation and the collapse of capitalism

>Hades is the god of Death and Riches

How do we solve the many criseas the world is in?

Recatagorise Pluto as a planet

IM NOT CRAZY

[brainlessbum]

... we do though. this literally is why they are so hardline about lgbt people.

(This got way too long so I'm putting my explanation under the cut)

What makes mormon heaven different from the rest of Christianity is that we don't believe that heaven is some vague place in the clouds where we are all spirits floating around.

"Mormon heaven" occurs after the resurrection when we will all have our "perfect" bodies back. In the highest degree of heaven, the most righteous (the exalted) will literally be constantly having children so that they can populate worlds without end (al la "as God is now man may become").

If there are people whose bodies (or sexuality) do not fit into that eternal paradigm of a man and his baby factories wives constantly having kids so that we can reenact the plan of salvation as gods ourselves, then that means that not everyone even has the potential to recieve exaltation.

Reaching exaltation is the whole reason for the plan of salvation in mormon theology; without exaltation, nothing else about the church even matters.

If not everyone can be exalted, then that leads to the degradation of other core mormon doctrines such as:

a) free agency - the concept that we as individuals have sole power over our choices. Subsequently, that in order to be saved or to recieve exaltation, it must be through our choices and actions.

b) enduring to the end - unlike many Christians, Mormons do not believe a single event (i.e., baptism) is sufficient to be saved and become exalted. Once we find the gospel, we are required to continue to follow all of the commandments and ordinace commitments until we die. If there is no exaltation for some, then there is no reason for those people to continue to follow the teachings of the church and keep paying their tithing.

c) the purpose of life - the entire point of life, as it features in the plan of salvation, is to give us bodies so that we can be like God and become exalted.

To summarize, the church cannot accept queers without destroying itself.

it’s funny though, if we don’t have genitals in heaven, why is the presidency so freaked out about nonbinary people? that’ll be us (well, them, imma sinner) in heaven.

[valeisaslut]

You’ve talked about protective/jealous Ellie, does reader ever get like that?

Old/attempted groupies, bras on stage, signing boobs, the whole gig of everyone, their mom, and their third cousin twice removed wanting Ellie… even though Ellie is so hopelessly and loudly devoted to reader, does reader ever have her moments?? or is she just like. yeah my rockstar gf. whatever.

omg, YES. because the thing is, it’s not just one person. it’s EVERYONE.

ellie is the most famous rockstar in the world right now. the face of magazines. the voice on every radio. the walking, breathing, sweaty daydream of half the planet. old groupies who followed her band since they started are still hanging around, trying to worm their way backstage. industry executives. influencers. random girls at shows who don’t even like her music but are ready to risk it all because they saw one clip of her playing guitar shirtless and blacked out for two minutes straight.

it’s constant. omnipresent. background noise.

you’re used to it. you really are. you trust her more than you trust gravity. but every once in a while... every once in a while it gets under your skin. sharp and hot and ugly.

blurb: ellie’s magnet energy ruining your life (but also making you feral)

you’re backstage. minding your business. sipping your sprite and praying for mercy. it’s meet and greet day, and the milf energy is fucking astronomical. women old enough to have taught you in elementary school are acting like love-struck teenagers. blushing. giggling. tucking their hair behind their ears and twisting their wedding rings as they bat their lashes at ellie like she’s the hot new transfer student who skateboards to school and smells like trouble.

and ellie, god bless her soul, is out here committing war crimes against your sanity without even knowing it.

smiling so wide and sweet, hugging waistlines, signing cleavage like it’s just another thursday night. laughing at corny jokes and setting entire bloodlines on fire like she isn’t singlehandedly responsible for four generations’ simultaneous sexual awakenings.

you’re standing there, arms crossed, sprite forgotten in your hand, watching your life implode. your soul leaves your body somewhere around the second girl who moans a little too loudly when ellie signs the strap of her bra.

afterward, ellie comes bouncing up to you like a fucking labrador, cheeks pink with happiness. "babe! i think her kid is a fan too!" she says, all earnest and proud. you just stare at her. flat. lifeless. spiritually decapitated. you reach into her pocket, pull out the hotel keycard some woman slipped her, and hold it up between two fingers like it’s radioactive.

"ellie." you say, voice low and patient like you’re speaking to a particularly dumb golden retriever. "she slipped you this while you were signing her cleavage."

ellie blinks at you. looks at the keycard. tilts her head like a confused puppy. "maybe it’s for the...gift basket?"

you have to physically resist the urge to throw her over your shoulder and lock her in the tour bus until the world stops being horny for her.

it’s supposed to be a chill night out. you, ellie, the fireflies. a few beers. some pool. just good, low-stakes chaos. but then the bartender sees ellie. the bartender sees ellie and it’s over.

she leans over the counter so far you’re genuinely worried her tits are going to fall out. she smiles with all her teeth and slides ellie a double shot like it’s a marriage proposal. "on the house," she purrs.

ellie, sweet and dumb and oblivious, grins all crooked and says, "thanks!" like she’s been handed a free sandwich coupon at subway.

you’re standing next to her. smiling politely. your eye twitching. internally, you’re shattering a glass in your bare hand like a tarantino movie.

later, while ellie’s busy talking to jesse about the best way to hustle a pool table, you slip the bartender a $100 bill and smile your sweetest, most terrifying smile. "thank you for the drinks," you say, voice honeyed death. "and if you blink at her again, i’m cutting your fucking brakes. have a great night."

the worst one, though, was the radio interview.

huge market. massive audience. ellie sitting at the mic, slouched and grinning, answering questions in that lazy, rough voice that always makes your knees a little weak. and the host—this woman in a low-cut blouse and bright lipstick—is practically dry humping the table trying to get ellie’s attention.

she’s twirling her pen. pushing her tits up higher. laughing breathily at everything ellie says, even when ellie literally just said she once ate an entire sleeve of oreos in the shower.

jesse finally has to kick ellie under the table because she’s too nice, too oblivious, and you’re backstage mouthing "i will kill her" at dina like a mob boss in a netflix series.

dina, without missing a beat, sips her coffee and mouths back "do it. bury the body. kiss her husband goodnight."

it took every single ounce of self-restraint you had not to storm into that booth, grab ellie by the jacket, and announce to the listeners, "sorry, ladies. she’s busy tonight. busy absolutely railing me."

the groupie incident was the worst.

you still don’t know the story. ellie never told you, and you never pressed, because the way she flinched the first time you asked what was that woman's problem made your stomach twist into a cold, hard knot. but you heard the rumors. you saw the woman. the way she lingered near venues. the way she looked at ellie like she owned a piece of her.

you didn’t say a word to ellie. you didn’t make her carry that weight.

you handled it yourself.

you tracked the woman down. sat across from her in a hotel lounge, smiling with all your teeth. slid a check across the table big enough to let her live comfortably for the next 30 years. "you take this. you disappear. and you never even think her fucking name again," you said, voice sweet and deadly.

then you hired private security. beefed up the stage doors. made it clear that if that woman so much as breathed near your girl, there wouldn’t be a second conversation.

ellie noticed the extra guards a few days later. asked, blinking up at you like a confused little golden retriever, "babe, why are there like...so many more security guys now?"

you just kissed her forehead, smoothed her hair back, and said, "you’re too pretty. it’s dangerous out there."

nowadays, people still try. it never really stops.

at bars. at parties. at meet and greets. you see hotel keys slipped into ellie’s jacket. phone numbers scribbled on napkins and tucked into her jeans. business cards pushed into her hand with sweaty, desperate smiles.

and ellie just smirks. grabs your waist. tugs you in so tight you feel her heartbeat against yours. without even sparing them a glance, she says—casual, cocky, devastating:

"i’m already taken, sweetheart. find another daydream."

and it feels like the sun has set itself inside your chest, burning you alive in the best, most holy way imaginable.

you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

and you wouldn’t survive it twice.

[sweetreveriee]

WILDFIRE AID RESOURCES MASTERLIST

these are all the places ive found helping those affected by the la fires. please stay safe everyone <3

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FREE THINGS:

Planet Fitness Offers Free Things (ends January 15)

Form To Get Free Temporary Housing From AirBnB (space limited, eligibility criteria required)

List of Restaurants Offering Free Meals (updated January 9)

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UPDATED MAPS:

CalFire

Watch Duty

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INFORMATION:

List of Updated Info

Spreadsheet of Resources (by location and type of aid)

If you have anything to add to the list linked above, comment here

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SHELTER:

If you need shelter, text "SHELTER" and your zip code to 43362 for nearest open shelters

open shelters:

Arcadia Community Center – 375 Campus Drive, Arcadia, CA 91007

Ritchie Valens Recreation Center – 10736 Laurel Canyon Blvd., Pacoima, CA 91331

Pan Pacific Recreational Center – 7600 Beverly Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90036

Westwood Recreation Center – 1350 Sepulveda Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90025

El Camino Real Charter High School – 5440 Valley Circle Blvd, Woodland Hills, CA 91367

Pasadena Civic Center – 300 East Green Street, Pasadena, CA 91101

Pomona Fairplex – 1101 W McKinley Ave, Pomona, CA 91768

YMCA of Metropolitan Los Angeles - locations unaffected by fire are open and providing free childcare to those who need it. also offering evacuation sites, temporary shelter, basic amenities, and showers.

for updates and locations click here

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TRANSPORTATION:

CalTrans Updated Road Closure List

Fare collection suspended at Metro through January 9. A list of updates and changes that occurred because of the fires and winds can be found here.

Lyft is offering two free rides of 25$ each (50$ total) for 500 riders using code CAFIRERELIEF25. offer ends January 15.

Uber is offering a free ride of up to 40$ for those who use code WILFIRE25 in the wallet section of the app

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ANIMAL CARE:

List of Shelters (check capacity and availability)

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MENTAL HEALTH:

LA County set up a 24/7 hotline to help with anxiety, distress, and grief. Call (800) 854-7771.

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WHAT TO PACK:

remember the six p's:

people and pets

papers, phone numbers and important documents

prescriptions, vitamins, and eyeglasses

pictures and irreplaceable memorabilia

personal computer, hard drive, and disks

plastic (debit, credit, ATM cards) and cash

what to put in your "go bag":

face masks/face coverings

three-day food supply (nonperishable)

three gallons of bottled water per person

map marked with AT LEAST two evacuation routes

basic first aid and medical supplies

sanitation supplies

toothbrushes, toothpaste, hair brush, deodorant

period products

prescriptions and medications

a change of clothes (bring AT LEAST one warm coat)

spare eyeglasses or contacts (if needed)

extra set of car keys

chargers for your devices

cash, credit/debit cards, traveler's checks

flashlight

battery powered radio

EXTRA BATTERIES

(copies of) important documents such as birth certificates, passports, insurance, a list of emergency contacts and phone numbers

your wallet (ID CARD)

food, water, and meds for your pets (checklist here)

a can opener

not necessary but you might want to bring:

valuable items that can be easily carried

family pictures that cannot be replaced

blankets

more than a day's worth of clothes

important school supplies (for students)

books

trophies, medals, certificates, awards

pens and paper

self defense tools (pepper spray, pocket knives, etc) (NOT ENCOURAGING VIOLENCE. FOR SELF DEFENSE ONLY)

extra shoes

fuzzy socks

non-essential hygiene products

gum/breath mints

ALWAYS PREPARE BEFOREHAND. EVEN IF YOU ARE NOT DIRECTLY IMPACTED, THE FIRES CAN GROW. KEEP YOUR BAGS IN THE CAR SO YOU CAN EVACUATE QUICKLY IF NEEDED.

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WANT TO HELP?

Best Friends Animal Society

LA Fire Department (donations sent directly to first responders)

LA Food Bank

LA Works

MusiCares

Salvation Army

Santa D'Or (in need of fosters for displaced cats)

Silverlake Lounge (also offering a communal gathering place)

Sweet Relief Musicians Fund

Dream Center (in need of volunteers + non-perishable food items)

The Red Cross

We Are Moving the Needle

World Central Kitchen

United Way of Greater LA

As of January 9, the Westwood Recreation Center and Pan Pacific Park are at full capacity and not accepting additional donations. Check with all organizations by phone, text, or email before donating if possible.

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IF THERE'S ANYTHING I MISSED OR MESSED UP PLEASE ADD IT OR LET ME KNOW SO I CAN FIX IT. REBLOG TO SPREAD AWARENESS!!!!!!!! stay safe everyone

[justalittlesolarpunk]

I’ve teased it. You’ve waited. I’ve procrastinated. You’ve probably forgotten all about it.

But now, finally, I’m here with my solarpunk resources masterpost!

YouTube Channels:

Andrewism

The Solarpunk Scene

Solarpunk Life

Solarpunk Station

Our Changing Climate

Podcasts:

The Joy Report

How To Save A Planet

Demand Utopia

Solarpunk Presents

Outrage and Optimisim

From What If To What Next

Solarpunk Now

Idealistically

The Extinction Rebellion Podcast

The Landworkers' Radio

Wilder

What Could Possibly Go Right?

Frontiers of Commoning

The War on Cars

The Rewild Podcast

Solacene

Imagining Tomorrow

Live Like The World Is Dying

Books (Fiction):

Ursula K. Le Guin: The Left Hand of Darkness The Dispossessed The Word for World is Forest

Becky Chambers: A Psalm for the Wild-Built A Prayer for the Crown-Shy

Phoebe Wagner: When We Hold Each Other Up

Phoebe Wagner, Bronte Christopher Wieland: Sunvault: Stories of Solarpunk and Eco-Speculation

Brenda J. Pierson, Claudie Arsenault: Wings of Renewal: A Solarpunk Dragon Anthology

Gerson Lodi-Ribeiro: Solarpunk: Ecological and Fantastical Stories in a Sustainable World

Justine Norton-Kertson: Bioluminescent: A Lunarpunk Anthology

Sim Kern: The Free People’s Village

Ruthanna Emrys: A Half-Built Garden

Sarina Ulibarri: Glass & Gardens

Books (Non-fiction):

Murray Bookchin: The Ecology of Freedom

George Monbiot: Feral

Miles Olson: Unlearn, Rewild

Mark Shepard: Restoration Agriculture

Kristin Ohlson: The Soil Will Save Us

Rowan Hooper: How To Spend A Trillion Dollars

Anna Lowenhaupt Tsing: The Mushroom At The End of The World

Kimberly Nicholas: Under The Sky We Make

Robin Wall Kimmerer: Braiding Sweetgrass

David Miller: Solved

Ayana Johnson, Katharine Wilkinson: All We Can Save

Jonathan Safran Foer: We Are The Weather

Colin Tudge: Six Steps Back To The Land

Edward Wilson: Half-Earth

Natalie Fee: How To Save The World For Free

Kaden Hogan: Humans of Climate Change

Rebecca Huntley: How To Talk About Climate Change In A Way That Makes A Difference

Christiana Figueres, Tom Rivett-Carnac: The Future We Choose

Jonathon Porritt: Hope In Hell

Paul Hawken: Regeneration

Mark Maslin: How To Save Our Planet

Katherine Hayhoe: Saving Us

Jimmy Dunson: Building Power While The Lights Are Out

Paul Raekstad, Sofa Saio Gradin: Prefigurative Politics

Andreas Malm: How To Blow Up A Pipeline

Phoebe Wagner, Bronte Christopher Wieland: Almanac For The Anthropocene

Chris Turner: How To Be A Climate Optimist

William MacAskill: What We Owe To The Future

Mikaela Loach: It's Not That Radical

Miles Richardson: Reconnection

David Harvey: Spaces of Hope Rebel Cities

Eric Holthaus: The Future Earth

Zahra Biabani: Climate Optimism

David Ehrenfeld: Becoming Good Ancestors

Stephen Gliessman: Agroecology

Chris Carlsson: Nowtopia

Jon Alexander: Citizens

Leah Thomas: The Intersectional Environmentalist

Greta Thunberg: The Climate Book

Jen Bendell, Rupert Read: Deep Adaptation

Seth Godin: The Carbon Almanac

Jane Goodall: The Book of Hope

Vandana Shiva: Agroecology and Regenerative Agriculture

Amitav Ghosh: The Great Derangement

Minouche Shafik: What We Owe To Each Other

Dieter Helm: Net Zero

Chris Goodall: What We Need To Do Now

Aldo Leopold: A Sand County Almanac

Jeffrey Jerome Cohen, Stephanie Foote: The Cambridge Companion To The Environmental Humanities

Bella Lack: The Children of The Anthropocene

Hannah Ritchie: Not The End of The World

Chris Turner: How To Be A Climate Optimist

Kim Stanley Robinson: Ministry For The Future

Fiona Mathews, Tim Kendall: Black Ops & Beaver Bombing

Jeff Goodell: The Water Will Come

Lynne Jones: Sorry For The Inconvenience But This Is An Emergency

Helen Crist: Abundant Earth

Sam Bentley: Good News, Planet Earth!

Timothy Beal: When Time Is Short

Andrew Boyd: I Want A Better Catastrophe

Kristen R. Ghodsee: Everyday Utopia

Elizabeth Cripps: What Climate Justice Means & Why We Should Care

Kylie Flanagan: Climate Resilience

Chris Johnstone, Joanna Macy: Active Hope

Mark Engler: This is an Uprising

Anne Therese Gennari: The Climate Optimist Handbook

Magazines:

Solarpunk Magazine

Positive News

Resurgence & Ecologist

Ethical Consumer

Films (Fiction):

How To Blow Up A Pipeline

The End We Start From

Woman At War

Black Panther

Star Trek

Tomorrowland

Films (Documentary):

2040: How We Can Save The Planet

The People vs Big Oil

Wild Isles

The Boy Who Harnessed The Wind

Generation Green New Deal

Planet Earth III

Video Games:

Terra Nil

Animal Crossing

Gilded Shadows

Anno 2070

Stardew Valley

RPGs:

Solarpunk Futures

Perfect Storm

Fully Automated

Advocacy Groups:

A22 Network

Extinction Rebellion

Greenpeace

Friends of The Earth

Green New Deal Rising

Apps:

Ethy

Sojo

BackMarket

Depop

Vinted

Olio

Buy Nothing

Too Good To Go

Websites:

European Co-housing

UK Co-housing

US Co-housing

Brought By Bike (connects you with zero-carbon delivery goods)

ClimateBase (find a sustainable career)

Environmentjob (ditto)

Businesses (🤢):

Ethical Superstore

Hodmedods

Fairtransport/Sail Cargo Alliance

Let me know if you think there’s anything I’ve missed!

[reverie-starlight]

"oikawa being into space was just a headcanon" "oikawa liking aliens was so fanon" well space nerd oikawa is real to ME. he theorizes about aliens in my HEART.

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. literally one suggestive line and that's it. this is so short and lazy, and secretly just an excuse for me to share some space facts I learned recently. reader and oikawa talk about aliens. any astronomers or casual space enjoyers, feel free to either correct me or drop more cool space facts! haven't written for this guy in a while, I m*ss him ://

"did you know that earth chirps?"

you and oikawa are laying in bed together and staring at the ceiling after a long week, neither of you able to turn your minds off long enough to relax and let slumber take over.

you hear shuffling and assume he turned over to face you. "really?" he asks, clearly interested. "I thought sound couldn't travel in space?"

you make a noise of confirmation. "mhm. it doesn't travel, but everything still emits noise. it's just recorded through radio waves and stuff."

"and earth chirps?" you hear enthusiasm start to creep into his voice, his energy spreading to you as well. this often happens on sleepless nights with him- you either turn to... cardio or end up talking with him for hours until one of you falls asleep mid conversation.

and since it's a warm summer night in argentina, tonight will definitely only consist of the latter.

you forget for a moment that it's dark and he can't see you well when you nod. "well, that's how I would describe the sound. is that not the most mother nature-y thing you've ever heard?"

he props himself up on one arm and looks down at you. "okay, now you have to show me that video you saw."

and you do. once he's listened, you see his eyes glowing not only because of the screen, but out of excitement as well. "that's so cool!"

you nod again and sit up with him, smiling. "and I saw this other really cool video about other space sounds- two black holes merging sounds like a water droplet."

you show him that video too, and he shakes his head in amazement. "isn't space just so interesting?"

you toy with your phone for a bit. "I, um... since we can't sleep... I have a whole bunch of other facts-" you start, and just as you're wondering if it's stupid to ask him if he wants to continue the conversation or if you should just let it fizzle out naturally, he cuts you off.

"I want to hear them all, mi vida. you know I do."

you grin and settle in, telling him all about neptune's atmospheric layers, how it's mantle is made up of a water-ammonium ocean that hails diamonds at a certain depth. you mention that saturn has a hexagonal storm just above it's north pole, and that other storms appear on the planet every twenty to thirty years.

somehow you get onto the topic of aliens, something you've both already discussed in depth when you were first getting to know each other all those years ago, but with your new knowledge comes the development of new questions.

and oikawa listens to every last one of your late night rambles. partially because he is genuinely interested in the topic at hand... but mostly because he's an attentive and caring partner and loves hearing your thoughts on everything.

he adores the way your mind works and how you jump from theory to theory, cutting yourself off with a new thought as soon as you think of it. he admires the vibrancy in your tone, excitement bleeding into your words whenever he responds that slowly tapers off into sleepiness.

in the dark he watches your outline lower down onto your pillow and laughs to himself about how adorable you are.

at least one of you will be getting a good night's sleep.

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this is short and rushed bc something came up earlier, BUT AS PROMISED, HERE IT IS!!!

@dira333 :D

[2-dsimp]

what will pyrok do if his children or darling getting hurt because of him (his evil plans for the future has this coming too)

and will he be a loving father or he's only breeding

Yandere!Alien KillerClown x Fem reader

Tw: suggested Fluff, pregnant reader, mentions of gore, death, curses, home invasion, angst, kidnapping,

Synopsis: You and your cursed alien mate, Pyrok have a couple buns in the oven, and everything was absolutely perfect… Too perfect. Sometimes the greatest of fortunes can bring misery in an instant.

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Who knew the ominous doll you bought from the antique store would end up becoming your doting alien lover?

Sure, there was a rough patch between you two coexisting under the same roof at first. But surprisingly, the relationship blossomed into a pleasant cushy lifestyle.

Contrary to his primal instincts and lack of emotional intelligence. The killer alien clown was more than willing to learn how to care for you. Especially since he deducted how humans were fragile than most species.

As the weeks went by, the bond mark he inscribed upon you during your first meeting grew. Giving him the freedom to fully embrace you, protect you, fuck you with his feelers and appendages till you passed out. Within his still imperfect original form.

You certainly didn’t expect to be carrying his brood either but you didn’t mind it one bit. Love was a foreign concept to him but through actions alone you knew he cherished you deeply.

Those high pitched chatters of his teeth, and the peculiar heart masks he wore. Were signs of deep affection and vulnerability from his species of World Devourers. W.D. For short.

Half an hour before the home invasion, You two had been cuddling as he fretted over y’all’s precious horde. Rubbing his cheek against your belly clicking and chittering. Trying to calm his babies that were making a ruckus within you, so you’d be in less discomfort.

That was until something caught his attention you noticed the inscription start to faintly glow. You knew this meant one thing, the croon who had cursed him was near.

Oddly enough you found the clown alien hesitant. This was his chance to free his body entirely from the curse of being a automated doll.

All Pyrok had to do was locate and kill the croon but he didn’t want to leave you.

Not when his little mate was so vulnerable, and warm. Not when for the first time, in the entirety of his existence, he felt satiated. With no desire to mindlessly devour planets, like he used to before he met you, the one who made him feel whole.

However, You saw that while he was doing fine, the curse still had a weakening effect on him. It pained you to see him succumb to the randomly triggered phantom hunger pangs.

The curse prevented him from feasting, using the masks he adorns to show his emotions. It turns them into his prison, melting them upon his face. Leaving him without a mouth, to even scream.

The alien clown would always hide away within the box you brought him in, morphed in his small doll form. He didn’t want to show his weakness better yet invoke any worry from you. Whenever the curse took ahold.

So you knew what he needed to do, and urged him to go and come back home to you and y’all’s growing family. You told him that you’d be waiting for him safe and sound.

The clown alien made you promise, that you’d be secured within your apartment that he recognized as y’all’s love nest. Using the silly human pinky promise you taught him once before.

Once he was sure your vitals were stable he then left out the window wearing a cloak, to find the old croon and end his suffering. Unfortunately, yours was only beginning.

《We have the contaminates in our sights, begin the extraction of deadly life forms immediately.》That radioed voice, clicked. And just like that you were blown away by an explosion coming from the front entrance.

Luckily you managed to land on your back. Instinctively curled to protect your little bundles of sunshine’s packed inside your womb. Your nerves were frayed, eyes wide with horror.

As Masked and heavily armored personnel, came filing in, ransacking your home. You were treated as an afterthought, as they searched for the antique doll, your dearest Pyrok.

From the side conversations, you picked up on the dreadful phrase, code black. They considered your silly alien clown to be a threat to the entire planet. Leaving no other options but his inevitable execution.

You let out a sigh of relief, thankful that your alien spouse was nowhere near. Though you felt on edge, seeing the personnel set their sights on you. After they found the basement filled with the stench of death. Bones of those who spoke to you in the aliens presence decorated the walls. Alongside organs he had saved in jars to snack on later.

《Ma’am you’re required to come with us immediately, under suspicion of harboring a extraterrestrial threat.》

A man spoke, roughly grabbing you by the arm hauling you to your feet. You could only grit your teeth, in the back of your mind you could only pray that he would accomplish killing the croon who cursed him all those decades ago.

Cradling your belly, you were determined to keep your promise to him. You’d find a way to protect you and your children. You had to, after all promises were meant to be kept right?

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To be continued?

[charlestrask]

Do you have any oasis fic recs? I really want to read the bean bag one if you have it

ive been asked for fic recs before and never done it because it seemed like too much work so im finally doing it and there will be a lot.

ive read pretty much every fic in the oasis tag and i have 302 of them bookmarked because im crazy. so this isnt everything ive enjoyed in the oasis fic world but it is a good selection of my favorites. and im sure theres plenty i love but ive forgotten to include. it can also be taken as a general truth that any of the authors listed in here i probably enjoy and would recommend all of their works

so first of all we have the all time Must Reads:

World That's Been and Gone series by Storyshark2005. this is the definitive oasis fic. if you only ever read 1 thing make it this series.

Untitled by DeathandCannibalism (our beloved rye). essential noel fic. beautiful and heartbreaking. mind content warnings because it is very heavy but im assuming if you're in this fandom you probably know how to navigate yourself.

non-au fics (in no particular order):

D'YA WANT SOME? series by matewan

Make a Killing by Savageandwise

Burning Matches by Savageandwise (unfortunately unfinished)

my soul slides away by lustmord

Fishhook by TeaandLiquor (porn for the liam whump enjoyer)

To See It by DeathandCannibalism (liams shining 🥰)

Ride in the Whirlwind by matewan (bhn recording sessions. unfinished)

Double Fantasy by OrADayOfFame

outta sight and outta mind by lustmord

you never notice you are blind by mansgotalimit

A Cause Without A Name by OrADayOfFame

(And) All That I Want From You aka the desert bus fic by Fishfucker

Rejection Theory by DeathandCannibalism

What's My Prize? by joelisms (porn)

Maybe/Definitely by dornfelder

Closer than Far Out by OrADayOfFame

The Radio Star by hapaxlegomena (the beanbag fic)

All My Dreams Are You by dornfelder

At the Magic Moment by MyNameIsDanae (noel bday fic)

Estrangement by Fishfucker

A summer's tale by butchdean

Thoughts of Going Under by OrADayOfFame

low place like home by lustmord

listen, do you want to know a secret? by MyNameIsDanae

Now You're Outside Me by RedheadAmongWolves

Things We Never See by Jeevey

Exhale by cancellable

If Ever You Find Me by OrADayOfFame

My Sister Lover by DeathandCannibalism

We'll Find a Way to Do What We've Done by Jeevey and Savageandwise

Fault by cancellable (porn)

Flying High by DeathandCannibalism (porn)

Gaining Traction by AliceSweetAlice

Helter Skelter by OrADayOfFame

moult by mainpopgirl

All of the Stars by OrADayOfFame

To These Ends Of Separation by DeathandCannibalism

Contradictions by dornfelder

A Quiet, Melancholy Sort of Sunny Afternoon by Lizz_88

Come On Baby Blue (Shake Up Your Tired Eyes) by DeathandCannibalism

everything in faith in you is gonna set me free by MyNameIsDanae

you and me see how we are by mansgotalimit

aus i love:

myself, but from the outside by joelisms (soulmate au)

Here's Looking At You, Kid by RedheadAmongWolves (liam works as a bartender, noel brings dates to his bar)

Ground by cancellable (dreamsharing au)

Forthright by cancellable (noel travels back in time. unfortunately unfinished)

better get on your knees and pray by mansgotalimit (priest noel au)

Me But All You by RedheadAmongWolves (pacific rim au)

little by little by trill_gutterbug (noel gets shrunk. mostly porn)

Kenet by matewan (dragon!liam au)

an altar of sorts by mainpopgirl (boxing au)

Married With Children by OnTheWrongSideOfTheBed (bachelor au, silly, unfinished)

time's slipping away (and what will it hold for me?) by mansgotalimit (liam travels forward in time, unfinished)

im not usually inclined towards omegaverse or mpreg fics but these ones i like:

hold me down all the world's asleep by trill_gutterbug

let me fly you to the moon by trill_gutterbug

The Swing of the Planets in Orbit by Snickfic

bun in the oven ♨️ maybe by joelisms

im also gonna single out genderswaps because we dont have nearly enough.

the Star-shaped series by Savageandwise (girl!liam)

Romantic, not disgusting yet by calzinospaiato (both girls) (the watersports one)

The Things That Sleep Inside by grilledcheesefaction (girl!liam, ongoing series)

Bleed, Trip, Gloss, and Red by cancellable (both girls)

Trickle by cancellable (girl!liam)

She's standing outside and she's my next of kin by butchdean (both girls)

Deviant Peace by DeathandCannibalism (both girls)

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

Hey! 💖 I was wondering if I could request a Tom (2008) x Reader fic where the reader is actually part of Tokio Hotel — she’s kinda like the female version of him: flirty, confident, a bit of a heartbreaker, but straight. She’s always flirting with him, turning the tables on his usual womanizer vibe. Could you maybe write a scene where they’re stuck in a hotel room together after a show or something like that, and the tension finally snaps a little? I love the idea of them both trying to outplay each other until someone finally cracks. Thanks if you consider it!! 💋

HIS FEMALE VERSION | TOM KAULITZ

everyone knew you.

you didn’t join a band like tokio hotel without making a name for yourself. no, you carved yours into every backstage door, every radio host’s memory, every boy’s daydream. you were sharp. flirty. addictive. the kind of girl who leaned on dressing room doors, licking a lollipop and making the sound guy stutter. you were always in control — of the crowd, the conversation, the chase.

the female version of tom kaulitz, they said. you smirked when you first heard that during an interview, never correcting them.

on tour, you were the storm that followed the spotlight. one minute you were backstage tossing a wink to the drummer of the opening act, the next you were stealing gummy bears from georg’s bunk and blowing kisses at fans through tinted bus windows. you laughed loudly, danced harder, flirted like it was a second language — but the second anyone got too close, too serious, too real?

you were gone.

you didn’t have the time or energy to really date, you liked the adventure, the idea of spending the best night of your life with a stranger and then never seeing each other again. you liked the idea of hunting their dreams, of making them wish you were theirs when in reality you were nobody’s. you were just yours.

you even said that in interviews, not shying away from admitting the truth.

it was freeing, seeing yourself in the shoes of that many men that always did it without getting any hate, while of course you did, many thought you were just a slut, not knowing that behind that hard exterior there was a part of you that you didn’t want to show, you wanted to keep it for yourself.

so you kept doing it in spite of them. you liked the game, the push and pull. and no one played it quite like tom.

he was cocky, smug, that insufferable grin always curling at his mouth as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. always with a girl on his lap, his hand somewhere he didn’t care to hide, and that ridiculous collection of bandanas and oversized hats like he was untouchable. most girls melted around him.

you? you rolled your eyes.

which, naturally, made you more interesting to him than anyone else on the planet.

it had started as a war of wits — matching flirty comments, dancing just a little too close at afterparties, challenging each other with heated glances across dim hotel lounges. he’d lean in to whisper something obscene and you’d simply laugh, brushing your fingers under his chin like he was a puppy begging for attention.

“you’ll have to try harder than that.” you would say, after getting dangerously too close to his lips, and then you always left him.

of course, you flirted with him back sometimes, but always leaving him when the situation started to get more heated.

tonight was no different — except now, the storm had nowhere to go.

⟡⟡⟡

the universe had a sick sense of humor.

what were the chances — two keycards that didn’t work, one thunderstorm that shut down half the hotel’s systems, and only one maintenance guy who couldn’t get up to the 9th floor until morning. so now you and tom were stuck in your shared hotel room.

the thunder cracked like a whip outside the window just as the hotel room door thudded shut behind them.

“seriously?” tom growled, jiggling the door handle for the fourth time, “this fucking hotel—”

“dead keys. storm killed the systems,” you said lightly, already slipping off your jacket and tossing it onto the lounge chair, “no one from maintenance until morning.”

tom turned, pacing once with a frustrated groan. “i had plans tonight. a date.”

you arched a brow, dropping onto the edge of the bed with a graceful little bounce. “oh no, poor you.”

he narrowed his eyes at you, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement despite himself.

you leaned back onto your hands, head tilted just enough to let your hair fall slightly over one shoulder. “trust me,” you added, teasing but airy, “i’m way more fun than whatever blonde you had lined up.”

tom stared at you for a second, as if debating whether to laugh or say something cocky.

instead, he dropped onto the bed next to you — one leg draped lazily off the edge, arms folding behind his head, his whole posture exuding casual dominance.

“you’re too confident,” he muttered, eyes flicking toward you.

“you gave a little shrug, moving to your suitcase. “i know. i can pull it off.”

he watched — you could feel his gaze flickering toward you as you pulled out your sleep clothes: a cropped top and soft cotton shorts. you didn’t say anything else, just turned your back and began to undress, slowly, deliberately, not showing him much… but giving him just enough.

the bare slope of your shoulders. the subtle arch of your spine. the light stretch of your waist as you tugged the top down over your skin.

you heard a sudden shift of fabric, a quiet curse under his breath.

you hid your smile.

when you turned, he was sitting up slightly now, eyes narrowed in that familiar mix of irritation and fascination, hand slightly too close to his crotch. you padded toward the bed again, climbing up beside him — on your stomach now, arm bent beneath your chin, eyes wide and almost innocent as they fluttered up to meet his.

he stared. “what are you doing?” he asked, lips twitching like he already knew.

“nothing,” you said softly, drawing the word out, “just relaxing.”

tom’s gaze analysed your whole figure, from your face, to the exposed sling of your chest that now was a bit more evident, to your back, to your ass and legs. he shook his head, biting back a smirk. “you’re dangerous.”

“i thought you were stronger than that. you’re so easy to crack.” you said with a bit of your lower lip to keep from laughing, but also from the heat you were feeling between your legs.

he didn’t answer at first. just stared down at you. then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he sat up enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside.

you froze for a second, your mind clouded by the sight infront of you. his toned abs, his glistening skin, the arm veins and the biceps. it was all too much.

you swallowed, taking a deep breath before coming back to your senses. you couldn’t lose.

so instead, you slowly reached out and began to trace lazy, light circles on the skin of his waist, just above the hem of his jeans.

he inhaled through his nose, eyes flicking to yours.

“what? you don’t have anything to say now?” you whispered, lips curving with a challenge.

he noticed. and he hated how much he liked this game. he hated how much he wanted to just fuck you until you were too tired to even talk, how he just wanted to shut you up and make you beg for him.

“you think you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, huh?” he murmured, voice lower now, a rasp to it.

“i don’t think,” you said sweetly, fingers sliding down a bit, “i know.”

tom leaned in, one hand brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “you’re not the only one who knows how to play.”

“oh?” you breathed, blinking up at him. you didn’t expect that.

in a swift move, he rolled toward you, his body now hovering just above yours, one arm propped beside your head, the other ghosting along your bare waist.

“you forgot something,” he said, voice a murmur against your ear. “i always win.”

and before you could toss back a clever remark, his lips were on yours — hungry, decisive, and full of every word you hadn’t dared to say. his kiss didn’t ask. it told. it conquered.

you gasped softly against his mouth — and that was it. he smiled, feeling it.

“see?” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours.

but your fingers were already pulling him back in.

“…best two out of three?”

his hand slid under your waist, pulling you closer against him as his weight pressed you into the bed, and every inch of him screamed frustration and heat.

he pulled back just slightly, breath ragged against your cheek, he looked at you like he wanted to ruin you.

“you like messing with me, huh?” he murmured, low and sharp, “you think you’re clever.”

your smirk was faint, dazed. “i know i am.”

his hand gripped your jaw — rough, firm, controlling. “no,” he said, eyes flickering with fire, “you just talk too much.”

you blinked.

then his voice dipped even lower, words curling against your skin like smoke. “and all i want right now is to shut you up.”

you felt your breath catch — the flicker of thrill in your stomach, the electric flash behind your ribs. his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

“i should make you beg.” he muttered, almost to himself now. “wouldn’t take much, would it?”

you swallowed, lips parted, lashes fluttering. but he didn’t kiss you yet.

he just hovered — eyes burning into yours, mouth barely brushing yours — like he wanted to make you ache for it. wait for it. like teasing you was its own kind of victory.

“you don’t look so smug now, schatz,” he whispered, his accent thick and slow as molasses, “what happened to all that confidence?”

your fingers curled around his wrist, your chest rising and falling under him. you opened your mouth to say something sharp, something bold—

but finally he kissed you again.

harder. deeper. like he wanted to erase every thought from your head until all you could feel was him.

and you let him. because for the first time… you wanted to lose.

you lifted your hips just enough to press yourself into him — slowly, deliberately — and his jaw clenched at the contact. his control was fraying; you could feel it in the way he sucked in a sharp breath, in the grip of his hands tightening on your waist.

“fuck it.” he growled and suddenly, he lifted himself up, his knees at the sides of your legs, hovering over you as you looked at him with glazed eyes. almost admiring him, and he knew. just the sight of him so dominant above you was enough to make you squirm.

he undid his belt quickly, and when he was about to throw it away, a smirk appeared on his lips. in a second, he took your wrists and pinned them above your head before tying them up with it.

you gasped and looked at him with wide eyes before glancing at your wrists, now trapped.

“you don’t get to touch me. not after all that shit you did today.” he shook his head, lowering his pants, letting you see his black boxers that were almost ripping because of his erection.

“but-“ you tried to speak, wanting to tell him how much you hated it, because you wanted to feel him, but deep down this was all you had been waiting for.

“no buts. stop talking. i don’t wanna hear anything besides you screaming my name.”

his hands traveled to your shorts, taking them off quickly and throwing them away, revealing the red panties you were wearing. he licked his lips at the sight, tongue rolling against his piercing before looking at you with hunger.

“fuck, you’re beautiful.” he began to kiss your stomach, leaving wet marks on your skin as he arrived to your sensitive spot.

he smirked, looking up at you, knowing he would find you staring. and you were. with your breath in your throat, ready for something, anything. you needed him. you closed your eyes, already imagining it.

but suddenly, he pulled back. his eyes narrowed and he towered over you again, hands at the sides of your head. he leaned down to leave a quick kiss on your lips before smirking. “you know what? not happening.”

your eyes snapped open. “what?”

“you heard me.”

you tugged at your restraints. “tom.”

he hook his head, slow and deliberate. “you don’t call the shots, schatz.”

your chest was heaving now, your skin flushed, thighs still trembling from how close you’d been. your voice came out half a gasp, half a demand. “untie me.”

tom only laughed — low, dark, the kind of laugh that made you squirm in more ways than one. “you think you deserve that after how you acted all day?”

you glared at him, heart racing. “you’re insane.”

but then he sat back, spread his legs a little wider, and slid a hand over the front of his jeans — slow, deliberate, and very much aware of your stare.

your mouth went dry.

his voice dropped into something darker — rough around the edges and full of control. “you only get to watch.”

you swallowed hard, shifting against the bed, wrists pulling again against the soft restraint. “you’re not serious.”

his head tilted, eyes locked on yours. “dead serious.”

he undid the button on his jeans with one hand, fingers dipping just slightly beneath the waistband as he palmed himself again, exhaling quietly.

you whimpered — actually whimpered — and it made him smile. he dragged his hand slowly again, watching you writhe beneath him.

“not so confident now, are you?” he murmured.

you couldn’t take it — the ache between your legs, the burn of being this exposed and untouched. “tom… please.”

his brows lifted slightly. “please what?”

“please touch me. please.”

he hummed, pretending to think, fingers still moving leisurely. “mmmh, no, i like you like this. desperate. needy.”

you tried to squeeze your legs together but he stopped you by tearing them apart with one hand, you whined softly. “please, i need— i can’t—”

“you can.” his voice sharpened, dominant now, “you will. you’ll lie there and watch. you were a brat all day.” he talked in a slow and cold way, wicked, “now you’ll get treated like one.”

you shut your eyes, moaning at the ache, the cruel delicious game he’d turned on you.

“you like this,” he whispered, bending close to your ear now, the heat of him unbearable, “don’t pretend you don’t.”

tom’s hand never stopped moving, slow, deliberate strokes that left fire trailing over his skin as he watched you with that dark, intense gaze. his eyes locked onto yours — hungry, sharp, like he was claiming every inch of you with just a look.

your breath hitched, throat tight with want, lips parted in a soft, endless moan that spilled out like a secret you didn’t mean to share.

“look at you,” he murmured, lips barely parting, “so desperate. you want me, don’t you? want me to touch you, make you forget everything except me.”

you swallowed hard, chest rising and falling as another shaky moan slipped free. you couldn’t tear your gaze away, mesmerized by the way his muscles flexed, the now faster but always controlled rhythm of his touch.

“say it,” he demanded, voice rough as he kept moving, every word like a spark against your skin, “tell me how badly you need it. how badly you want me.”

your voice trembling as you gave in. “you know i need you. i want you. please just fuck me.”

his smirk deepened, eyes darkening. “no, you’re not getting what you want.”

you whimpered, thighs trembling, heart hammering against the restraints.

his hand now slowed down a bit, teasing, dragging almost lazily, yet the tension only wound tighter.

you shivered, arching your hips without meaning to, your whole body betraying you.

“look at you,” tom whispered, voice a low growl, “can’t even control yourself. such a slut.”

and then, something caught fire deep inside — a swell building too fast, too fierce. your chest tightened, breath caught. a strangled moan tore from your throat.

your legs trembled uncontrollably beneath him, thighs pressing together for a touch that wasn’t even there. there was no logic to it — only pressure, only hunger, only the sound of tom’s voice in your ear and the way he looked at you like he owned you.

you blinked, startled, unsure how it happened when his hands hadn’t left him, when no one had touched you.

but you came, you came hard with a gasp, shaking as your eyes widened and locked on his, every moan a confession you hadn’t even meant to give.

and he watched.

watched with wild, stunned eyes that flickered quickly into a wicked grin as your body shook.

“ohh, fuck,” he muttered, biting his bottom lip as he looked down at you — undone, wrists still bound, trembling beneath him, moaning his name like a prayer.

“you just—” he laughed under his breath, voice thick with desire, “you came without me even touching you?”

his jaw tightened, “you’re such a fucking whore for me, schatz,” he growled, “you came just from looking.”

you whimpered, your face flushed, lashes wet, breathing uneven. you wanted to tell him to shut up, that he was the one touching himself over you, pleasuring himself with your body, but you were in no position to talk. firstly because you couldn’t, too shaken up by what happened, and secondly because how could you even try to say anything? he had you in his hand now.

“god, you’re worse than i thought,” he rasped, “look at you—still trembling. what would you do if i actually touched you, huh?”

he began to move faster now — his hand working over himself, breath hitching, eyes never leaving your face.

“f-fuck. didn’t even have to lay a hand on you.” he muttered, groaning as his hips shifted.

you moaned again, watching him unravel — one hand braced on the bed beside you, the other working with sharp, precise pressure, his body tightening with each breath. his eyes flicked over every inch of you — your flushed chest, the way your thighs trembled, the helpless way your hands pulled at the restraints.

“you look so fucking good like this.” he groaned.

and then, with a low, guttural moan and a string of cuss words that left his mouth, he came — hips jerking forward, his breath stalling, head dropping for a second as he let himself give in. he came on your stomach, and you watched with your mouth hanging open.

he rode his high, his hand moving up and down his length until every drop of cum was out.

then he fell on you, both laying there, breathing ragged, tension still buzzing through the air like static.

he looked at you for a long moment, the corners of his mouth twitching into a lazy, satisfied smirk.

then he lifted himself up, bracing himself with one arm, and brushed his knuckles against your jaw — a gentler touch than you expected after everything.

“you know…” he murmured, voice still a little rough, a little breathless, “as much as i want you to shut up… you make the prettiest sounds when you finally break.”

tom rolled onto his back beside you with a heavy, satisfied sigh, one arm draped over his forehead, the other reaching lazily toward your wrists, his fingers working the knot loose with practiced ease to untie you.

you didn’t say anything — just brought your arms down slowly, letting the blood return to your fingertips, the ache fading into a warmth you couldn’t name.

then you glanced down.

your skin still glowed from heat, from sweat, from him — and there, low on your stomach, the slick, messy reminder of what just happened. you bit your lip and dipped your finger into it with a little swipe, slow and unbothered.

tom turned his head, watching.

and then you brought the finger to your mouth — slowly, deliberately — and sucked it clean with your eyes locked on his.

his breath stalled.

“jesus,” he rasped, propping himself up on one elbow, watching you like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, “are you trying to kill me?”

you barely had time to smirk before he was already leaning over you again, hand sliding down your thigh, grip firm.

“i just finished,” he muttered, eyes devouring you, “and you’re already asking for more?”

he dragged his fingers over your hip, possessive now. “keep testing me, and i’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”

[the--last-great-american-dynasty]

what do the ST season 5 episode titles mean?

(or, my interpretation/analysis of what they are referencing for that episode)

THE CRAWL

currently, our biggest clue is the translations they posted for the title because they don’t translate exactly. the french and portugese translations both roughly translate to ‘rescue mission’ while the german translation translates better to ‘the search’. i think this will most likely be referencing the party’s continued search for Vecna. however, based on the opening lines of the script we’ve seen, i think this episode may also focus heavily on Will’s rescue from the Upside Down in season one, but from Will’s pov

THE VANISHING OF….

this one is interesting because they’re clearly keeping the name of who vanishes because they think it spoils something too early. however, i’m still 80% sure that the full title will end up being The Vanishing of Holly Wheeler. based on the bts we’ve seen, this feels like the most logical conclusion

THE TURNBOW TRAP

this one feels the most self explanatory of all the titles. in bts we’ve seen a billboard for Turnbow Land Development & Realty. this episode title is almost definitely referring to a trap the party is setting on Turnbow property. i have a feeling this episode may end up being comparable to The Sauna Test

SORCERER

if this episode isn’t focused on Will, i’ll eat my shoes. i’ve seen arguments saying that this could be referencing El, but when have we ever heard sorcery mentioned in context with her? we have, however, seen Will referenced as a cleric/wizard multiple times during the show thus far. something big will be happening with Will this episode. whether he gets powers or becomes a spy again or gets Vecna’d, this episode will be Will-centric

SHOCK JOCK

according to merriam-webster, a shock jock is “a radio personality noted for provocative or inflammatory commentary”. we’ve all seen stuff about the involvement of the WSQK radio station in bts by now. we’ve also seen and heard lots of stuff in reference to Robin working at WSQK, plus official photos of Dustin wearing a WSQK sweatshirt. there’s a very high chance that the radio station will be playing a large part during this episode. based on the shock jock definition, i think they will be using it as a distraction of some sorts, likely from the government that will be hunting El or even everyone due to their involvement with El. it could also be referencing propaganda from Hawkins and the military about Hellfire and the ‘earthquake’ but that feels less likely

ESCAPE FROM CAMAZOTZ

this feels like a big one. there are two big theories surrounding this one. the first stems from Mayan mythology, where Camazotz roughly translates to ‘death bat’ and is a god associated with death, depicted with the head and wings of a bat. based on this, people believe Camazotz to be the creature in Nancy’s Vecna vision, which will be one of the main monsters the party will be fighting. the second theory, and the one i personally think makes the most sense, references the Madeleine L’Engle book A Wrinkle in Time.

(spoilers for A Wrinkle in Time) in the book, Camazotz is a dark planet that has been consumed by The Black Thing and is now under the control of IT. the people of Camazotz now operate under a hive-mind, as IT uses it’s telepathic abilities to hypnotize and control the inhabitants of Camazotz. in A Wrinkle in Time, one of the characters, Charles Wallace, allows himself to be hypnotized by IT in order to find his missing father. they are successful in freeing his father, however Charles Wallace is stuck on Camazotz until his sister Meg is able to free him at the end of the book.

i have a feeling that this episode will heavily parallel A Wrinkle in Time. in fact, this whole season might. Max is currently stuck somewhere, likely trapped by Vecna, and i think this will be the episode where she is freed from him, possibly at the expense of Will (who will not die, but allow himself to be taken by Vecna, only to be freed later). Max will be ‘escaping IT and Camazotz’… or, rather, escaping Vecna and his mind trap.

further evidence pointing to this theory lies in the importance of time. in A Wrinkle in Time, the characters are able to ‘tesser’ which is explained as traveling the universe by “folding the fabric of space and time”. when they return to Earth after their travels, only a moment has passed. in season 4, we find out that the Upside Down is currently stuck in time on the day Will went missing. i don’t see this just being a coincidence. not to mention that Ross Duffer also posted a picture of a copy of the book on instagram in his Weeks 3-4 filming post for season 5. AND we’ve seen bts photos of poster boards referencing A Wrinkle in Time likely hanging in Hawkins High. there’s just too much evidence for there not to be parallels this season

THE BRIDGE

ok, here me out on this one. Dimension X and the Upside Down are not the same place. to be clear, i have not watched The First Shadow, so i am working with more limited info. however, from what we’ve seen, Dimension X and the Upside Down do not look similar. my theory is that El sent Henry/Vecna/001 into Dimension X back in 1979. when we see his perspective of falling into this dimension, it looks incredibly different from the Upside Down we know. odd as this seems, the biggest thing that sticks out to me is the lighting of the realm. the Upside Down is depicted with very dark bluish-gray lighting. however, when Vecna explores this new dimension he has fallen into, the lighting is a yellow-orange and much brighter. he has also fallen into a very rocky terrain, only inhabited by the monsters of the realm, while the Upside Down is a frozen-in-time depiction of Hawkins. so what i believe the title The Bridge will referencing is that the Upside Down is a bridge between Dimension X and the real world. theories have been thrown around that El created the Upside Down when she opened the gate in season 1, or that Will created it as a sort of refuge when he was taken by Vecna. (that’s right, Vecna, NOT the demogorgon. i firmly believe that we will find out that is was Vecna who took Will in the first place this season.) i think that our party is going to find out the Upside Down is the bridge between these two dimensions, and, in order to end the war, they have to destroy the bridge. which leads me to the next episode

THE RIGHTSIDE UP

this episode title is 100% made to parallel the last episode of season 1—The Upside Down. i don’t think anyone will disagree with that. and, of course, this episode will be the end of the Upside Down. Vecna will be killed and the Upside Down be destroyed, breaking the bridge between Dimension X and the real world and ending its connection with Hawkins. the war will end and everything will be corrected, or rather, rightside up.

[reality-detective]

There is going to be a BIG biblical scenario where they make out it's WW3 but really they are activating Militaries then bombing all of these Satanic Luceriferian landmarks. Enacting GESARA funds and We The People rebuild.

THE EVENT. IT IS BIBLICAL.

What are some of the Very BIG Satanic Illuminati landmarks in the world? Q showed us them. Vatican, Buckinghan Palace, Whitehouse x 2 (USA, Germany), 3GD in China. Cern on the Swiss/French Border possible.

Big Pharma in Wuhan = Israel

Israel/Khazarians controls CCP.

The Media etc

34 Satanic Buildings and Dams will Fall. Rods of God/DEW

WORLDWIDE

Planes & Trains grounded

Lights/Power switched off

Changing over to Tesla Free energy

Bitcoin Servers/Data Center hit and turned off for good.

99.5% of Crypto gone China Coins. Enter ISO20022 Coins backed by Precious Metals.

WW3 Scare Event. Nuke Sirens

Water Event

Stock Market Crash

Global Martial Law

CASTLE ROCK -Scenario Julian Assange.

Quantum Systems. Project Odin Switched on.

Nesara/Gesara/RV

Election Flipping via Military Courts - FISA

Military Tribunals/confessions/10 day movie - 3 × 8 hr sessions.

10 countries will be running EBS to cover the whole World.

Reveals.

Inauguration

The ISRAELI MOSSAD control the WORLD's MEDIA out of the US.

Attached is Q1871 outlining this.

Project Odin as mentioned by Ron CodeMonkeyz is a POWERFUL Anti-Deplatforming Tool.

Project Odin is part of Quantum Starlink. Our new Quantum Systems are to be protected by Secret Space Programs out of the Cabal's reach.

Q2337 tells you Mossad Media Assets will be removed. Think people like Alex Jones, Anderson Cooper etc and also Mossad Satellites.

Israeli intelligence - stand down.

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Media assets will be removed.

This part of 2527 tells you that something powerful is going to knock out Mossad Media Satellites. This will blackout the media worldwide, Switch us over to the Quantum Systems. This is PROJECT ODIN. All in All give the reason to Activate the Military EBS.

If you look up the TURKSAT Rocket that launched from the USA in January you will see it was specifically for MILITARY COMMS to peoples TV's & RADIO's in AFRICA, MIDDLE EAST, EUROPE & CENTRAL ASIA.

THE EVENT has many facets too it.

The WorldWide Blackout to change over to TESLA Energy. Knocking out Media Satellites, QFS, Rods of God on Dams & 34 Buildings & much much more.

34 Buildings will be in the EVENT.

They are very significant.

Ie Whitehouse, Royal Castles, Buckingham Palace, Vatican, Getty Museum, Playboy Mansion and the like.

This will surely make the Stock Market collapse as will Precision Cyber linked to Executive Orders 13818 & 13848. It is all a show.

Swapping from Rothschild's Central Bank Notes to Rainbow Treasury Notes now backed by Precious Metals (Not Oil/Wars)

Are we still comfy?

Or are we scared?

A little bit of both is normal.

Trump keeps his promises.

Have faith in the Lord Our God.

He will comfort you through the storm.

Who saw in January up to 10 countries at once have their power all turned off by the Space Force?

Just before that Israel had that happen for 30 mins too.

If they can turn 10 at once off all together. They can do the whole lot. Welcome to Tesla.

BLACKOUT NECESSARY.

Have a look at all the Global Military "Exercises" now being put in place.

Its all happening in front of you.

It's the largest GLOBAL MILITARY Operation in Planet Earths History.

Transition to Gesara/Greatness.

Now they just have to play out a fake WW3 scenario to ring sirens in every National Military Command Center.

This is to justify to the Whole Entire Planet many things that have been taking place already. The fact that Gesara Military Law has been in place. The Secret Military Tribunals, Confessions etc. The executions the lot. And like all militaries normally do they will help build new things. 🤔

[justabigassnerd]

Patience Worn Thin

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Mitchell!reader

Word Count - 2,300

Warnings - harassment, violence, injuries, alcohol, drinking, angst, fluff

Summary - after seeing someone bother Bradley one too many times, you take matters into your own hands

A/N - hey y'all I'm back with another anon request and I hope I did it justice! I am the most unconfrontational person on the planet so this was a little out of my depth but it's always good to try new things. as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

“Hey babe, me and the Daggers are heading to the Hard Deck for a couple of drinks. Want to come?” Bradley says in his usual soft tone as he sweeps you up into a hug, holding you close as if he hadn’t seen you in years when in reality he had simply gone upstairs for a few minutes and just returned downstairs.

“If they’re okay with me tagging along.” You say, curling your arms around Bradley and resting your head just above his heart and listening to the gentle thudding of his heartbeat.

“They’re always okay with you coming. If they weren’t, they’d have to deal with me and Mav.” Bradley says, his soft chuckle rumbling against your ear before you lift your head off his chest, laughing to yourself as you visualise your boyfriend and your dad teaming up against all the Daggers. While you were Maverick’s daughter, you weren’t an aviator, instead, you had opted to work in nursing and found yourself working in a hospital local to where your dad and boyfriend worked.

“Guess we’re going to the Hard Deck then.” You say with a soft smile as you look up at Bradley as he looks down at you, leaning down to press the gentlest of kisses against your lips. When you both pull away, Bradley’s phone buzzes and he lets out a soft sigh, pulling it from his pocket and inspecting the text displayed.

“We better get a move on. Apparently, I owe Jake a darts match and I fear that if I don’t show up soon my callsign might change from ‘Rooster’ to ‘Chicken’.” Bradley says with a laugh as you move out of his embrace, laughing as you imagine him being called ‘Chicken’ day in and day out at work.

“Let’s get you down to the Hard Deck then. Can’t have my boyfriend being seen as someone afraid of a darts match against Jake of all people.” You say, patting Bradley’s chest before moving past him to get yourself ready to head to the bar.

When you are ready, you head out of the house with Bradley and get into the passenger seat of his Bronco, smiling as Bradley instinctively rests his free hand on your thigh as he drives, singing along to the radio under his breath as he goes. Eventually, he parks outside the Hard Deck and the two of you get out and head into the bar together.

“Want me to grab you a drink? I’ll be designated driver if you want?” You say, turning to face Bradley almost the moment the two of you entered the bar.

“Are you sure?” Bradley asks, soft enough for the moment to be just between the two of you but loud enough to be heard over the noise of the bar.

“I’m sure. As long as you’re okay with me driving the Bronco of course.” You say with a small smile as Bradley rests a hand on your waist, the other digging in his pocket and holding the Bronco keys between the two of you.

“There’s no one else I’d trust to drive her.” He says, grinning as you take the keys before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours.

“Bradshaw! Get your ass over here!” You pull away with a giggle at Jake’s voice ringing clearly over the noise of the busy bar and Bradley rolls his eyes.

“He really knows how to pick a time, huh?” Bradley mutters, winding an arm around your waist and guiding you over to the Dagger's usual spot near the pool tables and dart board.

“Hey, you brought y/n!” Jake greets you enthusiastically as the two of you approach, instantly approaching you, arms outstretched for a hug that you’re more than happy to give him, pulling away and greeting the other Daggers with hugs before returning to Bradley’s side.

“Okay, I’m going to grab you a drink now. Beer?” You say to Bradley as he nods.

“That would be great, thank you.” Bradley says gratefully, kissing the top of your head before letting you cross the bar to talk to Penny.

“y/n! How lovely to see you.” Penny greets you happily, smiling as she leans up against the bar to talk to you.

“It’s good to see you too, Penny.” You say, smiling at Penny.

“Beers for you and Bradley?” Penny asks, instinctively reaching down to the fridge that contains the beers you and Bradley like to drink.

“Just one for Bradley. I’ll take a soda.” You say, pulling out your card and handing it to Penny to start a tab just in case you and Bradley wanted more drinks throughout the evening. Penny soon hands you your two drinks and you thank her with a smile before turning and heading back over to Bradley who was standing with Jake near the dart board.

“Here you go.” You say, holding Bradley’s beer out towards him as he takes it gratefully, pressing a soft kiss upon your lips in thanks.

“Get a room you two.” Jake grumbles, plucking the darts from the board and handing some of them to Bradley.

“Just you wait until you get a girlfriend. Then me and Bradley will be saying it to you.” You say with a laugh as Jake rolls his eyes. You then make your way over to Natasha and Bob, sitting with them and making conversation with them as Bradley and Jake play their darts match.

An hour or so later, after Jake and Bradley are finally done with their final match, you get up, excuse yourself to the bathroom and leave the group to their own devices for a few minutes. However, when you return, you can’t say you were impressed with the scene before you.

When you leave the bathroom, shaking the remnants of water off your hands, you see a woman almost draping herself over Bradley who doesn’t look entirely comfortable with her proximity. You could tell he was saying something to her, but you didn’t know what it was. You soon crossed the bar and sidled up alongside Bradley, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Hey babe. Who’s your friend?” You ask innocently, turning to look at the woman who had at least had the decency to take a step back.

“I’m Mia.” She says, barely giving Bradley a chance to respond, making you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Well, nice to meet you, Mia. If you don’t mind, I’d like to spend some time with my boyfriend. It's our first time seeing each other in months. You can understand that, right?” The lie comes quickly and easily to you. You weren’t the biggest fan of sounding possessive over Bradley but after seeing how uncomfortable he had looked you didn’t want this person ever coming near him again. With a huff, Mia rolled her eyes and stalked off. The moment she was out of sight you turned to Bradley.

“I didn’t mean to speak for you. I could tell you weren’t comfortable.” You apologise quickly, stopping only when Bradley kisses you, words catching in your throat.

“Don’t apologise.” Bradley whispers after pulling away enough to speak, lips brushing against yours with every word spoken. You nod your head slightly at his words before pulling away, determined to spend the rest of the evening with your friends and forget about the incident that had happened as you hoped it was a one-time event.

Oh how wrong you were.

Bradley had gone to the Hard Deck a couple of times while you stayed home or had work and each time had come back complaining that Mia had been there and had been completely disregarding his obvious boundaries and ignoring that he had a girlfriend, having been convinced it was a ploy to keep her away, he had told you. Bradley had told you that all of the Daggers had tried to help him keep her away, but she was a lot more persistent than they expected. All you did at the moment was hug Bradley tight, feeling awful that he was going through that without you to help him before you spoke up.

“Next time you go to the Hard Deck, I’m coming with you.”

True to your word, the next time Bradley and the Daggers organised a time to go to the Hard Deck, you made sure you were free to accompany Bradley. The two of you arrived at the Hard Deck, walking in hand in hand as your eyes immediately scoured the bar looking for Mia, letting out a small, satisfied sigh when you couldn’t see her. Maybe she’d gotten the hint after all, so you allowed yourself to relax as you crossed to the Daggers, greeting them all with a smile.

The evening progressed pleasantly, everyone laughing, playing pool, or gossiping about the new Top Gun recruits. Then the all-familiar bell rang signalling that someone would be paying for a round for everyone in the bar.

“I’m going to grab us all a drink.” You say, instantly excusing yourself to grab a drink for yourself and all your friends.

When you returned to the group, Mia was there. She had apparently escaped your skimmed searches of the bar and snuck in the moment you moved away from Bradley. You approached the table Mickey and Javy were sitting at and placed the tray down, immediately turning around and approaching her.

“Excuse me, I was very polite the first time that we met but I don’t appreciate that you keep trying to force yourself on my boyfriend and make him uncomfortable. Please leave him alone.” You say, firmness sneaking into your voice as you position yourself next to Bradley, noticing how all the Daggers immediately have their attention on you, ready to step in if needed.

“You’re clearly lying to yourself if you think that he could ever be your boyfriend. He’s way out of your league and much better suited to be dating someone like me. Besides it’s not like he was saying no.” Mia says with a snarky tone as she folds her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow as she looks you up and down.

“He wasn’t saying anything! Isn’t that enough of a hint for you?!” You cry out, growing more enraged when Mia just shrugs.

“I can tell when men like what I’m doing. Besides, men never say no. I know it can be hard to accept but sometimes men prefer people like me over people like you.” Mia’s chosen words enraged you so much that you did something you never thought you’d be capable of doing.

You punched her.

You would’ve regretted it had Mia not attacked you back. She practically pushed you to the floor and you were quick to drag her down with you, pinning her to the floor and just giving her hell. You couldn’t even recall what you were doing, you were just so blinded by your rage and this woman’s audacity. You kept throwing punches and slaps, as did Mia, a fair few coming into contact with you until you felt two muscular arms wrap around your middle and drag you off Mia and the moment you were clear, you were vaguely aware of Jake and Reuben stepping in between you and Mia as a barrier.

“y/n, honey, you need to calm down.” Bradley’s soothing, gentle voice whispers in your ear as he hauls you away from the chaos and holds you carefully in place, his eyes shining with worry as Natasha appears alongside him while Bob rushes to fill Penny in on what happened. Bradley guides you to the bar, sitting you on one of the stools while Natasha follows Penny to get you an ice pack. The second Natasha returns, Bradley takes the ice pack and holds it near your eye where he could tell a bruise was already beginning to form. You could hear Penny calling for Mia to be escorted out and given a ban from the Hard Deck and all you could think about was how grateful you were that she wouldn’t be around to bother Bradley anymore.

“I appreciate you defending me, y/n but you didn’t need to do this. You’re hurt.” Bradley mutters, eyes scanning you for any more injuries while he holds the ice pack in place.

“I couldn’t let her treat you like that. I just snapped.” You admit, looking up and making eye contact with the man you love.

“It happens to the best of us. I bet Mav’s done something like that before, it’ll be where you got that from.” Bradley says, smiling lightly as he changes the subject to bring a smile to your face which he was successful in doing.

“There’s no way dad hasn’t punched someone in the defence of someone he loves.” You giggle, wincing lightly when Bradley applies a little bit more pressure accidentally to the tender area, which of course makes him apologise instantly.

“I have to admit. It was really attractive seeing you defend me like that.” Bradley muses, moving the ice pack away from your eye and setting it on the countertop.

“Really?” You ask, feeling your face heat up at his words.

“Really. No one’s ever defended me like that before. It just means a lot more because it’s you.” Bradley says softly, cupping your face softly and leaning in until his lips meet yours, the kiss alone conveying everything Bradley needed to say. You both pull away when you hear the Daggers calling for both you and Bradley and you laugh as you glance from them to Bradley who lets out a soft chuckle and shakes his head.

“I think we should head over so you can talk to your fans, huh?”

[mostlysignssomeportents]

2600’s amazing Hackers on Planet Earth con may go down under enshittification

Catch me in Miami! I'll be at Books and Books in Coral Gables on Jan 22 at 8PM.

It's been 40 years since Emmanuel Goldstein launched the seminal, essential, world-changing 2600: The Hacker Quarterly. 2600 wasn't the first phreak/hacker zine, but it was the most important, spawning a global subculture dedicated to the noble pursuit of technological self-determination:

https://www.2600.com/

2600 has published hundreds of issues in which digital spelunkers report eagerly on the things they've discovered by peering intently at the things no one was supposed to even glance at (I'm proud to be one of those writers!). They've fought legal battles, including one that almost went to the Supreme Court:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DeCSS

They created a global network of meetups where some of technology's most durable friendships and important collaborations were born. These continue to this day:

https://www.2600.com/meetings

And they've hosted a weekly radio show on NYC's WBAI, Off the Hook:

https://wbai.org/program.php?program=76

When WBAI management lost their minds and locked the station's most beloved hosts out of the studio, Off the Hook (naturally) led the rebellion, taking back the station for its audience, rescuing it from a managerial coup:

https://twitter.com/2600/status/1181423565389942786

But best of all, 2600 gave us HOPE – both in the metaphorical sense of "hope for a better technological tomorrow" and in the literal sense, with its biannual Hackers On Planet Earth con:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hackers_on_Planet_Earth

For decades HOPE had an incredible venue, the Hotel Pennsylvania (memorialized in the phreak anthem "PEnnsylvania 6-5000"), a crumbling pile in midtown Manhattan that was biannually transformed into a rollicking, multi-day festival of forbidden technology, improbable feats, and incredible presentations. I was privileged to keynote HOPE in 2016:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1D7APjmVbk

But after the 2018 HOPE, the Hotel Pennsylvania was demolished to make way for the Penn15 (no, really) skyscraper, a vaporware mega-tower planned as a holding pen for luxury shopping and empty million-dollar condos sold to offshore war-criminals as safe-deposit boxes in the sky. The developer, Vornado (no, really) hasn't actually done all that – after demo'ing the Hotel Pennsylvania, they noped out, leave a large, unusable scar across midtown.

But HOPE wasn't lost. In 2022, the ever-resilient 2600 crew relocated to Queens, hosted by St John's University – a venue that was less glamorous that the Hotel Pennsylvania, but the event was still fantastic. Attendance fell from 2,000 to 1,000, but that was something they could work with, and reviews from attendees were stellar.

Good thing, too. 2600 is, first and foremost, a magazine publisher, and these have been hard years for magazines. First there was the mass die-off of indie bookstores and newsracks (I used to sell 2600 when I was a bookseller, and in the years after, I always took the presence of 2600 on a store's newsrack as an unimpeachable mark of quality).

Thankfully for 2600, their audience is (unsurprisingly) a tech-savvy one, so they were able to substitute digital subscriptions for physical ones:

https://www.2600.com/Magazine/DigitalEditions

Of course, many of those subscriptions came through Amazon's Kindle, because nerds were early Amazon adopters, and because the Kindle magazine publishing platform offered DRM-free distribution to subscribers along with a fair payout to publishers.

But then Amazon enshittified its magazine system. Having locked publishers to its platform, it rugged them and killed the monthly subscription fees that allowed publishers to plan for a steady output. Publishers were given a choice: leave Amazon (and all the readers locked inside its walled garden) or put your magazine into the Kindle Unlimited system:

https://www.amazon.com/kindle-dbs/arp/B0BWPTCP4K?deviceType=A1FG5NAKX0MRJL

Kindle Unlimited is an all-you-can-eat program for Kindle, which pays publishers and writers based on a system that is both opaque and easily gamed, with the lion's share of the money going to "publishers" who focus on figuring out how to cheat the algorithm. Revenues for 2600 – and all the other magazines that Amazon had sucked in and sucked dry – fell off a cliff.

Which brings me to the present moment. After 40 years, 2600 is still at it, having survived the bookstorepocalypse, the lunacy of public radio management, the literal demolition of their physical home by an evil real-estate developer, and Amazon's crooked accounting.

This is 2600, circa 2024, and 2024 a HOPE year:

https://www.hope.net/

Once again, HOPE has been scheduled for its new digs in Queens, July 12-14. Last week, HOPE sent out an email blast to their subscribers telling them the news. They expected to sell 500 tickets in the first 24 hours. They didn't even come close:

https://www.2600.com/content/hope-ticket-sales-update

It turns out that Google and the other major mail providers don't like emails with the word "hacker" in them. The cartel that decides which email gets delivered, and which messages go to spam, or get blocked altogether, mass-blocked the HOPE 2024 announcement. Email may be the last federated, open platform we have, but mass concentration has created a system where it's nearly impossible to get your email delivered unless you're willing to play by Gmail's rules:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/10/10/dead-letters/

For Emmanuel Goldstein, founder of 2600 and tireless toiler for this community, the deafening silence following from that initial email volley was terrifying: "like some kind of a "Twilight Zone" episode where everyone has disappeared."

The enshittification that keeps 2600's emails from being delivered to the people who asked to receive them is even worse on social media. Social media companies routinely defraud their users by letting them subscribe to feeds, then turning around to the people and organizations that run those feeds and saying, "You've got x thousand subscribers on this platform, but we won't put your posts in their feeds unless you pay us to 'boost' your content":

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2023/04/platforms-decay-lets-put-users-first

Enshittification has been coming at 2600 for decades. Like other forms of oddball media dedicated to challenging corporate power and government oppression, 2600 has always been a ten-years-ahead preview of the way the noose was gonna tighten on all of us. And now, they're on the ropes. HOPE can't sell tickets unless people know about HOPE, and neither email providers nor social media platforms have any interest in making that happen.

A handful of giant corporations now get to decide what we read, who we hear from, and whether and how we can get together in person to make friends, forge community, rabble-rouse and change the world. The idea that "it's not censorship unless the government does it" has always been wrong (not all censorship violates the First Amendment, and censorship can be real without being unconstitutional):

https://pluralistic.net/2022/12/04/yes-its-censorship/

What can you do about it? Well, for one thing, you can sign up for HOPE. It's gonna be great. They've got sub-$100 hotel rooms! In New York City!

https://store.2600.com/products/tickets-to-hope-xv

If you can't make it to HOPE, you can sign up for a virtual membership:

https://store.2600.com/products/tickets-to-hope-xv-virtual-attendee

You can submit a talk to HOPE:

https://www.hope.net/cfp.html

You can subscribe to 2600, in print or electronically (I signed up for the lifetime print subscription and it was a bargain – I devour every issue the day it arrives):

https://store.2600.com/collections/subscriptions-renewals

2600 is living a decade in the future of every other community you care about, weird hobby you enjoy, con you live for, and publication you read from cover to cover. If we can all pull together to save it, it'll be a beacon of hope (and HOPE).

I'm Kickstarting the audiobook for The Bezzle, the sequel to Red Team Blues, narrated by @wilwheaton! You can pre-order the audiobook and ebook, DRM free, as well as the hardcover, signed or unsigned. There's also bundles with Red Team Blues in ebook, audio or paperback.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/19/hope-less/#hack-the-planet

[threepandas]

Bad End: Preserve Us

You know how in conservation biology you sometimes try to introduce a pair to be mated and one will just... just fuckin' merc' the other? Just absolutely obliterate them in a hissing, growling, nightmare ball of fury? Before anyone can stop them? Territorial and (to put it lightly) "uninterested", dispite your desperate desire to save their species from extinction, and need for them to get frisky?

I know.

Holy SHIT do I know.

There's a lot of reasons. Ways you can (hopefully) get around it. But first? Is finding out WHY it happened. Was it just the one? The environment? Were they sick? Or... as is the case sometimes, did they decide their Handler was their mate? Some species only mate once. Are loyal for life. You gotta work around that.

Which is all well and fine and good.

When we're talking about ANIMALS.

Non-sentient, non-sapient animals! Not ALIEN SPECIES! What the ABSOLUTE FRESH HELL did they expect from me!? Compliance?! This was UNETHICAL! Monstrous! I had been trying to slip my gaurds long enough to radio for help SINCE I GOT HERE.

I hope the fuckers ROTTED in whatever their Gods considered a Hell.

"Conservation facility" my ENTIRE ASS. You can't run CONSERVATION EFFORTS like this on SENTIENTS. Eugenics loving, atrocity fetishizing, immoral BASTARDS!!! And they KNEW it too. They HAD too! Or they wouldn't be HIDING it! Fucking KIDNAPPING scientists! Biologists! Doctors!

I was on my ways to study Lekku monkeys!

God...

I'm? I'm so tired of being pissed.

Furious and outraged and SCARED. Horrified and sick. There are PEOPLE here. Kids! And I don't... oh god, I don't... H-How LONG has this been going ON? Why did no one NOTICE?

Every day I feel my heart break. The desire to scream and scream and never STOP, grow inside me. I have to get out. I have to get us ALL out. Get these people FREE. Do SOMETHING. But I am forced to "conserve" the species assigned to me. The group assigned to me.

It's killing my love for the field. Making a mockery of everything I worked for.

I don't... I don't think my hands will ever be clean again.

But I have to help. Do everything I can. Make hell a little kinder, if nothing else. At least while I figure out a way OUT. My group deserves better. The groups I do not work with, deserve better.

I disguise games as "testing". Pages and pages of meaningless numbers ans scores. INSIST that enrichment is the key to success. Diet is EVERYTHING. Oh, and habitat? Well unless we can mimic their habitat there's no WAY they'll "breed".

No, no, using machines would stress them out too much.

It's like you DONT want babies!

Who's the expert here? That's RIGHT! Dr. Cho, but FAILING her and like five other people? Me. And I know for a FACT they are pulling the same scam. We ALL fucking hate you. Dr. Cho has KIDS, you FUCKS. Hasn't seen her son in YEARS thanks to you bastards. He was engaged. She's probably missed his WEDDING thanks to you!

Getting distracted, spiraling again, gotta stop DOING that.

It wont help anyone.

But God, if my brain doesn't slowly feel like it's shorting out the longer I'm here. Stress is called the silent killer for a reason. Or what that something else? Fuck. I can't even look it up! Bastards cut us off from the galactic web. Full information blackout. Because of COURSE they did... can't risk us rightfully calling for help.

Getting the Feds involved to shut this hell pit of a black site DOWN. Or a "whatever it truely is" site. Because it sure as SHIT has nothing to do with conservational biology. Except maybe the abuse of it.

But that doesn't help me right now.

Focus, damn it!

The Yanderens. Old, absurdly rare, nearly extinct, with a home planet they'd reduced to uninhabitable wastelands millennia ago due too... something. No one knew what. There had definitely been fighting. It WAS documented they were excellent fighters. Ruthless ones at that. But it was ALSO documented they strongly pack bonded.

There had been a lot of strongly worded warnings on what few documation my captures were able to find, translate, then shove at me. But honestly? They said the same thing about humans. Ooooh big scary persistent hunters~ oh nooooo! Watch out for the omnivores with a history of war! Sins of the father and we are defined by our diets! Class systems! Let's all JUDGE each ooooootheeeeer~!

Yeah, no. Not buying it.

Especially when the "warnings" were so damn vague and poorly documented. All "the HORRORS!" and "we barely SURVIVED!". Cause honestly? The Yanderens I was watching over? Easily the most mild and temperate individuals I had ever met. No tantrums from the kids, no big emotional meltdowns, just curiosity and at WORST? Mild frustration.

It made everything ten thousand times worse for me, that these poor people were in this hellish place. They were calm. Curious. Meant for greater, BETTER things! They should be out, playing and learning. Exploring and enjoying peaceful strolls in some art gallery or zen garden somewhere! Not... not this sterile fucking LAB.

But then M-17 loses his SHIT.

And now I'm kinda panicking. Because F-6 is not just dead, God rest her soul (she didn't deserve this. Oh god. She was so SWEET.), but M-17 might just be too, soon. If I can't find out what HAPPENED. Because if he's "feral" or "diseased" or whatever other horrifying terminology they end up using? They DO something about it.

And I can't actually stop them.

I... I don't know if it was a trauma response. Or I did something wrong. I could PROBABLY pass it off as my needing more studies into their observed "mating habits"? That... that I somehow... turned it... uuuuh... dominance battle? Shit. Where are my notes?!

F-6 is DEAD and its all my fault.

She was such a cuddle fiend too. Always excited to hear about my studies, from before. My life. Wanted to join me after we got out of here. I never should have let her volunteer. Granted, she wouldn't have taken no for an answer. Wanted to spend the pregnancy plotting our escape. Asked me to help raise the kid once we got out. Had a whole grand plan. But I...And I...

God...

I should have said NO. Insisted. It was just so hard, when F-6 had made it all sound like it would be okay. Like she had a plan and all I need to do was trust her. Believe in her. Then we could be free.

I had hoped M-17 would work best. He was always the most agreeable and quick on the uptake. I figured... well... ha ha. God, I'm such an IDIOT. I should have CHECKED. Who KNOWS what happened before I arrived? What triggered I just accidentally rammed my foot into? FUCK! I sweep everything from me desk onto the ground. Don't give I shit that I'll have to clean it up later,

I had figured M-17 would be COOL with it.

This place is getting to me, isn't it?

Why the FUCK would anyone be COOL with getting jumped? Bred like an animal? Shoved in some random ass room, with a vaguely familiar stranger, and told "now fuck. We want a literal litter from you two"? All while some biologist watchs and makes god damned NOTES!?

Of course he fought back. OF COURSE he didn't stop!

The only one there he could trust was himself.

I...I'm becoming a monster... aren't I?

Oh god.

At least we're in the satellite facility. The gaurds are definitely going to rat me out, but the news will take time to filter back. And... and the Yanderens being so "dangerous" might work in my favor. I... I can spin this. I HAVE to spin this. I can't let TWO people die for my fuck up.

I promised myself I would get as many people out as I could. I refuse to back out now. Even if that means crying, puking, then going out there to lie my ASS off. This was TOTALLY NORMAL. In fact, expected! Yep! It means that's we've determined that M-17 is the alpha Yanderen! A thing that is both REAL and possible to BE!

I rinse my mouth, stomach empty. Crying has exhausted me. But I can't give up. Too many lives count on me now. I... I wish so badly I was just a nobody again. Just some random biology student, trying to make a name for herself. Being "important" is a CURSE.

I try not to chug my water as I half stumble out of the glorified shoebox that is my bathroom into the much larger and Fancier CLOSET that is my room. Truely, no expense spared, for the captives they ripped away from their lives. So glad I am here willingly and of my own volition.

I gather myself. Finally ready to go and try to untangle the mess I have made of everything. When a deep booming alarm rattles my bones. The lights flickering to red. Blast doors slide down, SLAM shut over the transparent recessed bit of wall that counts as my window, the door to the rest of the facility.

Trapping me inside my small room.

Almost immediately after, an EXPLOSION rocks the world hard enough to knock me from my feet. Only the bed's limited padding keeping me from a nasty concussion. The edge of it still ramming painfully into my shoulder. Another explosion. Then another. I sit for a long, terrible, second stunned.

The moment passes.

I scramble on my hands and knees for the in facility communication device that I had knocked from my desk in anger, grief. Not daring to stand lest I be thrown down again. I manage to find it as the world shakes again for the fifth time. Followed by what sounds like gun fire out in the halls.

I fling myself back towards my shitty little bunk. Drag every bit of padding and protection I can, down and under it with me. If the roof goes? I want shock absorption. If shots get through the door? I want something to slow those blasts down. Anything. ANYTHING! To increase my fucked chances of surviving.

I burrito up and wriggle back as deep as I can. The world muffled but ending just outside my crawlspace. Then I desperately try to get one of the others on the line. I got nothing but chaos. Running. Running. Hiding. And Dead.

Dead. Dying.

Remember me.

And GONE.

Some of them fighting with their groups too freedom. Some being targeted right along side their captors. Others savaged by the ACTUAL animals they had been working with, the one's Galacticly deemed too dangerous for effort like this. Someone or something had set EVERYONE free. A simultaneous attack on all fronts that our captors could not put down or escape.

The Yanderens were out there.

Oh god. Please let them be okay. They wer-

My thoughts ground to a halt as M-32 LAUNCHED his tiny body onto the screen of one of the security feeds I was desperately looking through. F-6 had figured out how to get us a backdoor to them a long time ago. M-32 was just a kid. A small, soft, cuddly little thing that loved to lean against me and crawl into my lap. All cherubic cheeks and cute little curls. Shy!

Yet I watched... in mounting horror... as like a lion on some unfortunate animal, he landed on a gaurds back. Small arms going around his body in a mockery of a hug. Head tilting so he could BITE at the back of the man's neck, small hands clawing and ripping at weak points in his armor, as he screamed. Thrashed. Tried desperately to get M-32 OFF of him.

There was so much blood.

My hands were shaking. So much, I accidentally hit the next screen button. Jerked my thumb back. But... but oh god. There was F-26. Using the butt of a rifle to slam down against the head of a scientist. Again and again and again. Long after the begging and thrashing stopped. I flipped again. M-4? No... please not M-4. Not the soft spoken and wise...

I watched as he grinned, a cold thing, and shot out another joint. His foot on the chest of the head scientist who had moved him to a different group. In the background, his supervisor lay dead. They had not died quickly. The head scientist was begging. A mess of tears and pain. M-4 shot another joint, pressing his foot down harder.

I wanted to be sick.

I flipped again. And again. And AGAIN.

H...Had I known them at ALL? Like demons wearing the faces of those I'd known. People I'd trusted. Not a SINGLE ONE was... oh... oh god. F-6. Had she been too? Would I have ever known? Was THIS what all those warnings meant? I couldn't think. Couldn't breath. Had... Had never had a panic attack but... BUT-!

I wheezed.

Shook.

"Oh, Clever giiiirl~" A familiar voice sang, before a blood splattered face flickered into being on the screen in my hands. "Where aaaare yoooou~?"

M-17. He'd somehow managed to take over the security cameras. That or the communication feed. His eyes were bright. A grin on his face like I'd never seen from him. ALIVE in a way I'd never seen him. The excitement transformed his face. No longer softly doll like, but something DANGEROUS. Unhinged. His eyes dilated and deadly teeth on display.

"Come out, come out wherever you aaaare~. I have so much to TELL you! We have so much to DO! I'm going to make you MINE sweetheart! No one else can have you. So come out. I won't hurt you much, I promise! Just gotta make you mine then we can leave okay~?"

Furious snarls echoed through the halls. Male and female alike. Old and young. I... I recognized each of those voices. What was HAPPENING?

"Aaaah? Did you TRASH really think you DESERVED her? Ha! Please." M-17 grin was cruel. Mocking. "You don't have a chance in hell of taking what's MINE."

His eyes seems to shift away from unseen enemies and back, somehow, to me. Warming to something euphoric. Resting his head on his hand as if to consider me. His fingers spread, stroking his own face, as if the desire to TOUCH was simply too great. As if what he was imagining was bleeding over into the real world.

"Oh clever girl~ my clever, clever girl~♡ I can't wait til it's just you and ME. Start think of where you want to go first, okay? We're going to get married. Have that child you wanted me for. All the things you ever dreamed~♡ I'm going to have you all to myself. No more annoying others. Ah~ can't wait to find you soon!"

"But first?"

"May the best of us Win."