#I just know I have several american mutuals and I just wanted to say a few words of support

[spineless-lobster]

Hey friends, it’s pretty rough out there right now and it’s totally normal to feel sad and dejected, but I also need you to keep going. Surround yourself with people you love, dive head first into fandom, create something, help your community, look forward to the sunrise in the morning

Do it scared so it angry do it sad do it full of spite I don’t care but I need you to wake up tomorrow and the day after that okay?

Especially to minorities out there, we have been through so much throughout history and we are still here. We will still be here.

Those motherfuckers in office want us dead but we’re not gonna fucking give that to them are we? We’re going to love and support each other and we’re gonna continue to live

Stay safe, I love you, take care of yourself

[milfygerard]

Lots of her peers are on their first divorces and some of them even have kids and Taylor seemingly hasn't done that in her journey to world domination and I think people are selectively forgetting that in wishing her marry this man she's only known for a year and a half. Even if it is happening I think it's kinda gross how a lot of so called fans of The Taylor Swift don't consider her truly successful until she's wedded, or at least engaged. Gross gross gross gross gross.

this whole thing goes into a neat phenomenon ive rambled about in many a mutuals tags which is taylors tightrope walk of gender performance. This ties some ways into gaylor and ndlor but i find taylors sort of cartoonish understanding of femininity and her attempts and failure to adhere to it such a fascinating undercurrent to her career. The fact that theres a massive amount of lesbian rumors around her and there have been for most of her career by itself regardless of the rumors credibility says something about how people look at her as a woman. She sort of obsessively curates her looks to conform with whatever current idea of feminine beauty is popular at any given moment but is also someone who just exudes this sot of full body awkwardness and desperate energy that kind of undermines her attempts at complete conformity. She is popular insofar as when everyone decides that they like her, and despite seeming to know fucking everybody she seems like a lonely and solitary person who writes about feeling disconnected and cut off socially (tangent about envy of her lovers in her music goes here). She has never been "cool" except for the moment from like 2013 to late 2015 where being uncool and awkward and kind of socially inept WAS cool and she rode that fucking high to the moon until it crashed and shattered into a million pieces and nearly killed her. Her being such a social target no matter her popularity or trendiness or how much she tries to conform to others is something that clearly kills her and something she still hasnt really deconstructed even as shes tried to several times through her art. That sort of confusion and alienation is actually a part of her art that ive always deeply connected with as someone whose gone most of my life without even a self diagnosis and never knew what was "wrong" with me or what made people seemingly impusively target me as someone who could be ridiculed without pushback and seemed to be constantly breaking silent rules.

This response has gone kind of extremely off topic and out of control and barely relates to your ask sorry its the vodka iced tea running thru my system. I do agree theres a massive amount of misogynistic pressure on taylor to properly perform and recreate gender norms as expected, its a massive part of the fervor surrounding travlor specifically bc theyre the complete encapsulation of white american heterosexuality and people desperately want taylor to finally fold herself completely into that world of conformity even if what they like about taylor is her inability to conform.

[mozzaicynth]

one thought everyday and its just the amazing world of gumball especially these three freaks (doodles + some headcanons below :3)

mr small -

my interpretation of small becoming more mellowed out in the future seasons as opposed to season 1 is him managing his anger in a more healthier way (meditation, etc) (plus i think all those herbal infusions are incredibly effective on the nerves) . that being said i think he still has underlying anger issues and lashes out if prompted too much . another reason hes nicer and more of a pushover in the later seasons is because i like to think hes guilty of his plethora of outbursts earlier on, especially towards students (unwarranted shouting which as a school counsellor he should know is pretty harmful on younger kids) . the fact that he tries to offer his help when its absolutely not needed so many times later on in the show further makes me like to think he’s making up for it all

hes also so autistic to me hes on the spectrum you cant tell me otherwise and i think hes pretty awkward and considered strange by the whole town (which is saying a lot for elmore standards) . still super friendly and approachable but he also cant take hints and he definitely stims (and has special interests, alternative medicine are you kidding)

his music taste i love to think is all over the place … i get the general consensus is he listens to mystic chants and sitar music but he definitely listens to more, ranging from pop to indie to rock to metal (this may or may not have become an idea when i was listening to ‘darts by soad and associated it with him,) . also what with his stupid little self funded album that is such a jarring listen ‘cause of all the ridiculous genre changes

i think he crochets/macrames as a hobby along with other diy stuff (most of the decorative items in his home crafted by him) making him, surprisingly considering how incompetent he is sometimes, super crafty/handy .

larry -

larry is a great person: incredibly intelligent, he’s very knowledgable on a plethora of subjects and he has a big heart, holding little to no virtriol against the people of elmore (except the wattersons but that is SO warranted) . thus i like to imagine he did great in school, moved on to do so wonderfully in uni whilst juggling jobs and his studies but after graduation was left stuck (alike so many people nowadays) . neither small or larry came from well off families but i think for larry he didn’t have much of a support system anyway so currently he overworks and works and works just to catch up on the student debt whilst simultaneously paying his taxes (i still think about that episode all the time fuck the police . big pink son of a bitch), loans and not to mention the bare minimum to keep himself alive

he’s a very sweet and kind person but anyone under the immense stress that he’s under would be irritable and temperate (he deserves to be more angry imo) and i whilst he has so many jobs he always aims to excel at all of them, having an incredibly particular way that tasks must be done and having them organised . because of this, he can be a lot more temperate when interacting with coworkers, especially those who don’t do their job as well, having to take matters into his own hands . as he and karen (his girlfriend throughout the series) share some jobs it puts a strain on their relationship (which was built off of the mutual ‘having several jobs’) and they break up .

even so, though larry consistently tries to propose to her in the show, in “the laziest” he doesn’t seem to be happy nor comfortable at all with the prospects of marrying her . in fact, even when he’s achieved the ‘american dream’ (properties like a house and car and a family (his girlfriend soon to be wife)) he’s unhappy . personally i don’t think he knows what he wants to do with himself ; he works all day and night and has little to no time for himself to even think in peace that the only purpose he knows is work .

i like to think he used to be an artist; self taught, it was a hobby and an enjoyment but his studies and his work took over so his one form of self expression was squeezed out of his life .. (i like making their lives as bleak as possible soz ! 🙏) he still admires the arts and i think that’s another reason he likes steve so much; his handcrafts and mini projects .

steve and larry are two opposites that are similar in ways .. but i love their dynamic so much . my interpretation of them is that steve will help larry balance out his life slightly better to leave room for himself instead of working 24/7 . steve has his head in the clouds and larry grounds him, and larry is so stuck in his ways with work that steve pulls him out of it slightly, lifting him up a little higher (AUGHHHGHH I HATE THEM I HATE THEM

as for their relationship with rob, im very much a stevelmeyer adoption truther !! both larry and steve coming from dysfunctional families, they aim to help rob and take care of him to the best of their abilities . further, larry taking on taking care of rob gives him direction in his life again . 😁😁😁😁😁😁

this isnt gonna be the last post headcanon/idea wise i still think of them 24/7 but heres jus SOME things .. (im such a yapper sprry not sorry !) :3c

[smytherines]

[This was supposed to be a joke post, but it turned into an essay on the Cold War and nuclear brinksmanship in Spies Are Forever. Sorry]

Once again thinking about Tatiana Slozhno-- who for all intents and purposes would be considered a rogue KGB agent working with the Americans-- unilaterally detonating a hydrogen bomb on an island in the Pacific ocean. The geopolitical implications would be off the fucking charts

Hydrogen bombs are hundreds of times more powerful than the standard atomic bomb. For comparison, an estimated 100,000 to 200,000 people died when the US dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima (and hundreds of thousands died from radiation-related illnesses in the years following WWII). It killed everyone within a 1 mile radius of the blast

For a hydrogen bomb, the blast radius is more like 5 to 10 miles, depending on the yield. A 15 megaton yield (they range from 10 to 50) hydrogen bomb test performed by the US (code name Bravo) vaporized two entire islands, part of a third island, and left a 6,000 ft wide, 240ft deep crater in the fucking ocean. It was 1,000 times more powerful than the bomb that destroyed Hiroshima.

Now clearly, in the show, this is not considered a big deal. Tatiana doesn't seem to be on the run, Cynthia says that relations with Russia are the best they've been in ages. But in the real world it would be absolute global pandemonium with the potential to escalate the Cold War into a full scale nuclear war

Just to give some context here-- one year after the 1961 portion of Spies, the Cuban Missile Crisis happens. Here's a very very condensed version: Cuba has a communist revolution, the USSR finally has a staging area for nukes that could easily hit the US and tries to bring nukes to Cuba on ships, there's a tense 13 day standoff between the US and USSR that very nearly results in WWIII and complete nuclear annihilation. Most historians consider this the height of the Cold War. This is the incident that led to the phrase "Mutually Assured Destruction"

So imagine that a hydrogen bomb explodes in the Pacific ocean. There is no way to hide that after the fact, so both nuclear superpowers would know about it fairly quickly. In October of 1961 the Soviets detonated Tsar Bomba, a 50MT yield hydrogen bomb and the most powerful nuclear weapon ever tested, and US intelligence knew about it well in advance. They had spy planes close enough to the detonation that the protective plating on the plane was damaged.

Assuming they are able to connect it to Tatiana (lots of questions about how she was able to send a rocket shoe from far enough away to not get incinerated but oh well), the US would see it as a hostile act from a Russian agent. The Russians would consider her a traitor working with the Americans. Relations between the two countries would most likely deteriorate, not improve.

And this is more of a tangent, but I also think this era of nuclear brinksmanship (both countries having their hand hovering over the button, so to speak) is potentially a big motivation for Owen. I think he is clearly making irrational, emotional choices post-fall, BUT I also think he is the sort of man who needs to believe his decisions are based in logic and pragmatism.

So what logical justification can Owen find? Well, there's the idea that mass surveillance is already happening, already escalating, that this is the way the world is headed and if Chimera wants to succeed they need to get out ahead of it.

But I think the initial buy-in, how Chimera gets Owen ideologically committed to their organization and plan, is by using this constant looming threat of nuclear annihilation. By saying "these two countries and their little spy games are going to turn the world to ash if we let them. We need one neutral, central power to hold all the cards if we want to survive as a species." I think that would be a very powerful argument to a man who was just left for dead by his own agency and his American partner, who is presumably severely injured in a Soviet prison. A man who has a keen interest in foreign policy.

Because one of many things I find fascinating about Owen Carvour is that his/Chimera's plan is actually pretty rational, especially in comparison to a Bond villain. The Bond universe version of Chimera is called Spectre, and their plans are absolutely batshit stuff like "blow up the moon," and 10 variations of "giant space laser to kill everybody." Shit that doesn't even seem like it would benefit the villains because it's so over the top.

Chimera's plan is vile, but not outlandish. It is essentially just taking an idea that is already in development for the global superpowers, and finishing it first so they have all the power. It's a plan grounded in real world events. A big news story in 2013-2014 was the National Security Agency's PRISM program, which revealed how absolutely massive the US surveillance state had become, how the US was essentially turning everybody into spies (they just weren't aware of it).

I do sometimes wonder if someone in TCB read Glenn Greenwald's book (the reporter who broke the story), because Chimera's plan feels very specific to that late Obama era of the surveillance state

Holy shit this got so long.

Anyways Spies Are Forever 2 should follow Tatiana as she goes on the run to avoid trial at The Hague (I'm joking please don't kill me)

[heian-era-housewife]

Going North

This is not a fic. But it is a story. My story. Or at least, part of it.

When I started this blog I wanted to maintain as much anonymity as possible. Six months in and here I find myself publicly journaling my most guarded secrets. Funny how things change.

Warnings: ⚠️⚠️⚠️ Please proceed with caution. I have done my best to put the appropriate tw/cw tags in place, but be aware this post mentions nonconsensual sex, SA, suicide, mental health, mental illness, grief, and loss.

I'm writing to you from the depths of a very severe depressive episode and hoping that, in doing so, I may start to find my way out.

So...where do I begin?

For those who don't know I am, regrettably, American. This election has affected me more profoundly than I could ever have imagined.

I recently discovered that my entire family, including my parents- who have always been my best friends, voted for the man who represents everything I reject. Everything I despise.

This comes during a time I find myself exploring and redefining my gender identity. During a time where the healthcare system has repeatedly failed me in treatment and diagnosis of a reproductive condition. During a time when I am learning that ectopic pregnancy is a potentially fatal reality for me. While living in a state where abortion and life-saving reproductive care have been made illegal.

I was 13 the first time I was raped. With 8 months of continuous and repeated rape and sexual assault to follow. The only person I told was my family doctor. A Christian. Who told me sexual activity was an act against God. I never spoke of it again.

Not until I was 18 and had my first "real boyfriend". In explaining why I wanted to wait to be intimate, I told him my story, unaware he would weaponize it. Once again I found myself an unwilling participant in an act called "love". Only this time it was years, not months. The day I escaped I was punched in the face and thrown down the stairs. I still have a scar on my leg from fleeing my boyfriend assailant.

I ran to the safest person I knew. A friend from high school. A kind and gentle person. Someone who, in time, would show me that love and intimacy can exist in a non-toxic capacity. And though our eventual relationship would come to end in mutual respect as he came to explore his own sexuality and gender identity, I still credit him with playing a role in saving me.

Unfortunately, I was unable to return the favor when, just two months ago, he took his own life on the eve of his 30th birthday. I can't say for certain why he chose to end his journey, but I can only imagine that his race as a POC and sexuality were attributing factors as we stare down a future of continued systemic hate and bigotry.

In some ways, I still consider myself lucky. I never became pregnant. I never lost hope in finding love. I am married to a wonderful man who supports my every endeavor. His kindness is unrivaled, and his empathy knows no bounds. He meets me in my darkest places. He reminds me why I must continue to fight- to live. Even on the days I no longer want to...

And now, with the recent election, and the terrifying days ahead, I can't help but feel sometimes that it really is me and him against the world.

My family has chosen to stand behind a man who promised to lower the price of eggs, while creating a country wherein my life and those of countless other are at risk. Where it seems our validity as human beings is in question.

I am not even sure how I am supposed to continue a normal job, when every waking moment I am revisited by the traumas of my past with people shouting "Your body, my choice". Or fearing that another friend may take their life in the wake of the hatred that is blooming here.

I miss my parents. I used to call them every day. Now I am unsure how to even speak with them.

I am unsure of a lot of things.

In large part thanks to friends I have made here, I have begun the process of seeking further psychological support and evaluation.

Moving forward, I also plan to put more time and energy into my art. I am currently seeking ways to support myself financially in a work-from-home capacity as my deteriorating mental health is making working a regular job nearly impossible at the moment.

I'd like to remain active on this blog and continue building friendships over the love of JJK- something that, as silly as it is, brings me so much joy.

I hope that, if you've read this far, you'll continue this journey with me. And if you have read this far, thank you so much for being part of my life, sharing in my memories, my grief, my struggles. Thank you for listening to this story. Hopefully the next few I post will be more cheerful, and fictional, of course.

Thank you also to my international friends who have shown so much incredible love and support. You have no idea how much it means to be extended a friendly hand in a time where the world is justifiably furious with and untrusting of Americans.

I want to fight for a brighter future. I want to see what happens if we don't give up. I am determined to find peace and to one day look back on this post and be glad I chose to go North.

With love and gratitude,

Yuri 🩷

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

“I really just need to make an entire breakdown on Medic one of these days 😭” Well, do it. Umm, you coward —I'm so sorry for calling you a coward, Jamison :'(—.

Medic's Past Headcanons (Also Some Archimedes Content!)

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No apology needed my friend, I am but a coward 😭

I lied a little bit, I changed my mind on doing a full breakdown, just changed it to some headcanons about his past and meeting Archimedes </3

But no, I've mainly not posted this because I've had other requests and also this one will probably get heavy. I wasn't sure if I wanted to post content with actual angst and upsetting themes.

But I'm here now because looking past all the jokes and my own personal love for doctors. I should also mention, written by an American and a person with know knowledge of the German education system, and medical practices in general!

ALSO, finally writing Medic with his accent and some actual German, please forgive me if you are a native speaker for using a mix of google translate and my very poor German skills 💖

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ALSO ALSO mutual appreciation comment! Another thank you for letting me talk about Medic <3

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TW: CHILD NEGELECT, SU!C1D@L IDIATIONS, FLUFF AT THE END!

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He's been asked about his mother before, his answer has always been,

"Meine mutter? She vas good woman, she... she did her best." Said with a softer tone than anyone has ever heard him speak in.

He's lying. She severely neglected him as child. After his mother fell pregnant, his father left. His mother resented Medic for this, blaming him for his father leaving, refusing to realize how volatile their relationship had been before he was conceived. When Medic was born his mother refused to bond with him, holding him only when others gave her expecting looks. For the first years of his life his mother only tended to his basic needs to keep him from crying, his crying always annoyed her. It never got better with time, she never learned to love him like people had claimed when she started expressing her contempt for him. She would sometimes give him small bits of attention, then she would get a wicked smile on her face as he cried when she stopped paying attention to him for seemingly no reason. Always making him feel like he was responsible for the sudden lack of attention.

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His younger years in school is also something he will lie about if asked. (I'm ignoring college because uh, I have no idea what to write for that 😭)

"I vas great, top of my classes, Natürlich. Ich war sehr beliebt."

(Of course. I was very popular)

When he was younger, he was top of his classes. He always excelled at whatever class he was put in, his favorites being science, he obviously loved medical textbooks, along with zoology textbooks, always had one of the other, he'd spend lunches just reading from his books, or hiding in the library, trying to learn everything he could about both. In a way you could say he was popular, but not in the good way. He always had his books on hand, always had the best grades, was always the teachers favorite student, and the other kids hated that. He took his fair share of beatings while he was in school.

————————————————————Medic had never thought about dying, sure he watched patients die, and he knew deep down his mother had died at some point, (He never heard from her after he left his home town, despite his attempts to contact her) but he never thought about the concept of him dying. It hit him like a ton of bricks when he had his first panic attack, and it clicked in his head that he just didn't want to be alive. He couldn't tell you why the switch flipped in his head that made him reach that low, but it did, and it was awful. He almost went insane, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything besides sit in his room and feel years of emotions just hit him out of nowhere. He thought he would die, he wanted to die, dying would be preferable to whatever this was. In the midst of his panic attack, something hit his window with a loud thump. (Aren't I so clever for this transition? lmao 😭)

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The day Medic and Archimedes met continues to be one of the best days of his life. A bird had hit his window, pulling him out of whatever spiral he was currently having. Medic just looked at the window for a minute, content to just assume the bird flew off after being dazed a bit. When he heard tiny coos and chirps outside. He pushed it open and saw a little dove huddled in a corner, cooing sadly, shaking as it tried to move its wing but chirping painfully when he moved his wing. Medic put his hand out and tried to scoop up the bird, and the bird ended up attacking his hand. Medic pulled his hand back, a tad shocked, but then tried again. The bird slowly eased up to him once he understood Medic wasn't going to hurt him. Medic took him inside and checked him out. His wing was broken, and it was nothing Medic couldn't fix. He fixed up the birds wing, then decided to get some things to keep the bird comfortable while he recovered. He ended up spoiling him without realizing it. He went to go buy a bird cage and ended up buying the nicest one, the best bird food, and even toys 😭 He came back and set it up all nice for the bird. They bonded pretty quickly after that. However, time passed, and Medic found himself growing attached to the little bird, even naming him, which he knew was a mistake the moment he did so. He knew it was a bad idea, and he did it anyway. After about a month of them living together, Archimedes wing was functional again, Medic enjoyed watching him fly from his cage to the door to great him when he came home from wherever he had gone. But after the third or fourth time, Archimedes greeted him at the door. He knew he was well enough to go back out into the world. That evening, before sunset, Medic opened his window and put Archimedes on the ledge, prompting him to fly off, totally not on the verge of tears, about to experience the worst pain of his life or anything. Archimedes just tilted his head, confused, turned around, and nestled up to Medics arm that he had been propping himself on. Audible sobbing could be heard from his house that night. Medic would later find a way to keep Archimedes to live forever with him, making sure that Archimedes was spoiled to death, and was told each day the value Medic put on their friendship.

"Wir werden für immer zusammen sein, mein Freund, das verspreche ich!"

"Coo"

(It'll be us forever my friend, I promise.)

(I'm counting on it)

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Ough, im a sucker for a happy ending 😭or for some reason, I feel like this is super embarrassing, but I' going to ignore that feeling. Sorry for the angst dump, but it had to be done, and I'm sorry it's not very long! I hope you guys like this! Uh, a mini headcanons, then another Medic post, and then some new headcanons are in the works! There is so much Medic content, but I'm not complaining 💖

[loveritas]

heads up - i have stated several times before that i do not want drama on my page, but if people are talking about me in discord servers, i have to prove i'm not 'clitfilms'.

if the person spreading these lies could message me themselves, i could actually prove it to them but since i don't know who it is...

i'd appreciate either someone letting me know which discord server or just sharing this with them so they see

but this post is all i will say on it, i'm here to write and talk about fictional characters with people, not drama

i have had in total '3' tumblr accounts.

one was an account from dec 2023-mar 2024 that i didn't write too much on but had mutuals such as vegas, winter, karina etc. who are my mutuals still on this account (i'm not @/ anyone because i'm not bringing anyone into this, if you know them by these names then there you go)

the second was an account from jun 30th 2024 - the day i made this one.

this was basically a cod centric blog, the account is still up but posts have been made private. again, some people from that blog are mutuals with me still on this one such as abby, zee etc. (this one, unlike the first has not been deleted so if you want the @ and you don't know it, just message me)

i left this account because the cod fandom was not welcoming and i didn't feel comfortable or wanted in that space, which is funny because now i'm comfortable here, of course someone is trying to start stuff that i'm not even part of.

the third account is this current one.

these are the only 3 accounts that i have ever had.

okay moving on, i did not know who clitfilms was until people came in my inbox with drama, since then i have looked up her account so anything i'm saying here is based on that:

for starters it says she's dutch american. i don't know where she lives but i do know that she uses american english (e.g. mom)

i have never used american english. why? because i'm from the uk. you will never catch me writing mom or color or favorite or any other american spelling.

that aside, i can quite easily show i'm not living in the us (or wherever she is), which is where i'm going to say you could've messaged me, whoever this is.

discord servers can incite hate very easily, i'm sure you know this, which is why you chose to not only make false accusations about me in a group setting, but also did it where i cannot defend myself.

i'm assuming you know this sort of thing triggers hate, so if you're going to want people to jump on a hate train, you should damn well make sure that what you are saying is 100% true, which it is not.

i live in the uk and i attend uni in the uk, i could quite easily take a picture and prove it.

secondly, i have a uk driver's license which again, i could show you part of (including my dob) to show you that i very obviously live in the uk.

linked to that, here is a post from that second account (cod centric) that i mentioned:

as you can see on the post, it says my birthday is in a few hours. if you check the time it was posted, it's 26th of july at 22:27, meaning my birthday would be the 27th of july

and wouldn't you know it, that's the exact date on my damn id :)))))

clitfilms is apparently a taurus and 22, i am 20, again my dob proves it if you see my id...and idk what dates taurus' are but i do know i'm a leo.

aside from the fact that i think it should already be obvious...my cod centric account i was posting on so regularly as i was on summer break. so how the hell am i posting regularly on that blog and creating a completely new one at the same time and posting on there?? (i don't know how frequent she posts because as i said, i do not know her) but i'm assuming she posted enough that it would not make sense timing wise.

like let's use our brains people....

i think the last thing i can say is ao3 - this is my ao3

if you check this, you will see not only my kinktober posts from this account but also some of my cod posts and jjk posts etc. from that second account.

so just do the math and like hello?? it's so blatant that i am not them

i don't know them or their drama or anything they did or didn't do because i am not them. i don't even know what apparently happened or with who, so please leave me out of it.

[punksocks]

Ok y’all I’m not sharing this to steal any attention away from the very needed focus on Palestinian voices and advocating for a ceasefire in Gaza. I just thought I should share the work I’m doing on my other platforms for fundraising efforts for Palestinian nonprofits and mutual aid orgs. I guess I don’t want to seem disingenuous when I say as soon as I have the funds I’ll donate to gofundme campaigns (I have donated to several of those and can add those receipts if you’d like)

I want to use all the resources I can to actively work for solidarity for Palestine and all of the global activism going on to actually free Palestine and rebuild Gaza.

I donated $405 to the PRCS in November, and donated $916 to buying eSIMs for Connecting humanity in May, and donated just over $250 so far to Bridge to Baladi and their work to feed families and support mutual aid in Gaza

All this to say I want to be as active as I can be on tumblr as well in my supportive efforts. If you inbox me with a vetted fundraiser I will share it and if you purchase a birth chart reading l’ll donate 50% of that to either Bridge to Baladi or a fundraiser from my inbox or a fundraiser of your choice.

As an American I feel like it’s responsible not to use all of the resources I can to give to Palestinians in need of resources, advocacy, and a ceasefire from weapons and settler violence funded by tax dollars.

As a Black person I know that none of us are free until all of as are and as a member of the diaspora it’s my social responsibility to aid indigenous folks in solidarity of decolonial efforts with any resources I can get my hands on, especially while they’re enduring one of the worst genocides in history and asking for our help

Free Palestine🍉

[all-pacas]

for the book asks: 3, 9, 11!

shit wait now i actually have to remember what i read this year

3. What were your top five books of the year?

Wellness by Nathan Hill. He's so good. I loved The Nix and Wellness is better and go ahead and read the first couple pages and tell me he doesn't do character studies so. So well. Mutual stalking love story through a window? Flashforwards of decades? The lies we tell ourselves and one another and the way even we don't know our traumas? Incredible. It's so good.

Emperor of Rome by Mary Beard. You all know me I love her books. I see Mary Beard on a Rome book and I buy it. She single-handedly converted me from "only weird gross dudes are Into Rome" to "oh this shit slaps." I hope she writes a biography on Nero next because she has made me very interested in him. This book just kind of covers what, in practical rather than biographical terms, it would be like to be Emperor of Rome. In good faith I will say if you want a starter book of hers to try, SPQR and especially Pompeii are more general/"accessible" but this is still plenty accessible and interesting and not just about dead emperors.

The Wager by David Grann. Apparently they're making a movie of this. It's a true story with a premise that sounds like a movie: a small group of men claiming to have survived a shipwreck and crazy captain wash up in a South American city on a raft, mostly dead and in ill health. A year later, three more survivors from the same shipwreck turn up elsewhere with a wildly different story of mutiny and betrayal. Half the men on the ship kept diaries, the book pieces it all together and does a fantastic job drawing out the principle characters and what really (probably) went down.

Dune by Frank Herbert. To be honest I'm not sure if this was one of my favorite books, although I did end up greatly enjoying it, it's just… the first two times I tried to read this, I bounced off it hard, I just couldn't get into it. But I finally managed it this year and turns out! It's a really fun book! I'm into it!

2666 by Roberto Bolaño. Fun fact, I have yet to finish this monster. Funner fact, what is it about? I don't know. I'm 500 pages in and the part I'm reading is a long accounting of hundreds of biographies of murdered women interspersed with a romance between a detective (who isn't investigating these crimes at all) and a psychologist who works in an asylum. It's also about: a) a German novelist who might not exist b) a love triangle between academics c) a romance between a reporter and the daughter of a professor d) Mexico. It's really good. It is slow going. Highly recommend.

9. Did you get into any new genres?

No, but… I tend to really read a little of everything anyway lol. In the past year I've also read a bunch of Stephen King, several non-fiction history books, a couple of thrillers, The Illiad, Origin of Species, and half of my annual-ish ASOIAF re-read. About the only genre I don't consistently read is romance and that's because I read fanfic hahaha

11. What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read?

I should have read the questions in advance, Dune would have been a great pick here. I'll give a spoiler answer instead: my 2025 resolution is to finally, for the first time, for real…………read Lords of the Rings, hahahahaha oops.

[maria-scariotes]

I don't have a eugenistic motive against producing mixed people. I do find it unethical to produce mixed kids in a racially oppressive and antagonistic society, that's what I'm trying to communicate. Race should be an issue when marrying and producing kids. How can you not understand?

I know you're mixed, I knew before you stated it. So many latinos are mixed, myself included. What I find enraging about latinos, and specifically South Americans, is that they purposely avoid any real discussion on race. Latinos are really dumb when it comes to the racial topic but especially South Americans, South Americans are real monsters on this issue. I hear stories about Nazis escaping Germany and settling in Argentina, without issue. The natives don't feel repulsed, their neighbors aren't repulsed at their crimes. And these former Nazis can live comfortably in Argentina and start a family and even live a better life than the native Argentinans. I hear stories about Argentinan children getting some memorabilia from their grandparents who came from Germany, and it's fucking Nazi memorabilia. And they can openly pass that Nazi memorabilia because other Argentinan's don't care. No grandpa can pass down their Nazi watch to their grandkids in the US like that, in Latin America it's fine. It's the same with Brazil, you had or have a mutual who was this Japanese Brazilian. It's great that her grandpa can move to Brazil after losing the war and avoiding responsibility by moving to Brazil. Why shouldn't he? The Brazilians don't have a problem with it, it doesn't matter what he did to Korean women or to anyone deemed an enemy. He can live comfortably in Brazil and start a family and continue like nothing happened, he's just another Brazilian, except a Brazilian who is probably doing better than native Brazilians. Don Fransisco's family were Jews fleeing oppression and he ended up in Chile. I don't remember if he was born there or moved there but point is despite him having no actual hereditary origin from the people of Chile he became the face of Latin America. How does someone who has no actual origin in a place become the most popular and celebrated person of that place? It's because his white skin, this dude's family was going to be killed in Europe but that oppression turns into privilege in Latin America. Sábado Gigante was something, some white host celebrated and when they would look into the audience it was actually native American people in the audience. It was surreal.

I don't want to make this long, if I had to point out every racial hypocrisy of Latin America I'd have no time for myself.

This United States person, who claims to be Latino just cuz their ancestors are (the same shit they are criticizing) think that the Japanese immigration happened after second world war 🤣

Japanese came here in the late 1800, 1910, 1920, when they are passing through an economic crisis, the same that would give strength in Japan to the rise of Imperialism. Before fascism there is always a deep economic crisis and there is where the Brazilian Japanese came, before any world war.

Actually, after Second world war facism became a CRIME in Brazil, something you can't say about your holy USA

Argentina happens that cuz almost 90% of Argentina is white, aka, european colonizers. That's why they open their arms Nazi

And funny you say that this would NEVER happen in USA when USA after the end of the war just took several Nazis and bring them to USA. You guys only went to the moon cuz the Nazis took you there

Please United States born person, stop calling yourself latina and thinking you can talk about South America and think you are one of us. You are not. You are a USA citizen with eugenic self hatred

This is if you even ARE what you saying you are

[dailyanarchistposts]

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Any authentic anti-authoritarian resistance should be an offer: an open offer to all who cherish freedom, sharing, giving, healthy habitats, mutual aid, cooperation and voluntary association.

It isn’t just for the ultra-exploited or the severely marginalized. It isn’t open only to the excluded or the imprisoned or the hungry and poor. But it listens carefully to all these voices because they know firsthand of the most brutal hardships authoritarian systems impose on their inhabitants. It doesn’t scapegoat anyone because of their genital morphology. It doesn’t point self-righteous fingers at skin tones or linguistic groups. It doesn’t exclude some because of their place of birth on the social ladder. It has a low tolerance for judgment, guilt and shame as weapons and tools. We are all in this mess together, and we need to make room for all of us to contribute meaningfully to a way out. Our solidarity is an invitation to all.

But History has created identities marked by privilege for some, victimization and powerlessness for others, and the rebellions are determined to free everyone from these chains. In the meantime, there can be no place for those who want power, who want to control others.

An anarchic rebellion aimed at healthy habitats and free, unique individuals embedded in authentic communities, makes room for the old and the frail, for the young and the strong, for the impatient and the patient, for those who are repulsed by violence and those who view its use as another weapon in our arsenal. Morality and dichotomous world views cannot choose it, because it is an organic, site-specific impetus. Each region, each town, neighborhood, affinity-culture, or tribe can base its secession from the nation-state on their own desires, tenets, and dreams.

Starting from a circle of friends--or a neighborhood, an eco-village, an island, a commune, an ethnic group, part of a city, a city, a region, a clan, a reserve, a cult--its ultimate aim is always access to territory from which the group can sustain itself. This means that it always seeks access to land. Naturally, there is room for wandering lone wolves, nomadic families, and hobo tribes, as long as free villages and liberated zones aren’t viewed as mini welfare states for them to depend on.

Do you know how to grow or gather food? Do any of your neighbors? I don’t mean a weekend garden, but enough to sustain you and your extended family over a winter. Should the capitalist market collapse, and the stores all get looted, what would you eat? Do you have seeds, a fishing rod or a hunting weapon? Do you know how to use any ofthese? Is there a place unpolluted enough that you could goto for food? Are you part of a tribe, a community or a clan? Are you woven tightly enough into any social group that would be willing to help each other out in a time of crisis, or are you an atomized individual whose social group consists mostly of your immediate family, with a few friends you see occasionally at work or at play?

The vast majority of Europeans and North Americans, and of urban dwellers everywhere, are just like you. They have no seeds, no survival skills and no fishing rod or hunting weapon, belong to no genuine community, haven’t a garden or access to an unpolluted place from which they can gather food or medicine. You aren’t alone, at least in your predicament.

One doesn’t always have the option of joining in social disturbances, most often you have to take responsibility and help create them. This isn’t as difficult as you might think at first. It involves taking time away from work. It means saying hello to a stranger. It asks you to turn off your TV and other weapons of social control. Where possible, it involves exploring the wilderness and countryside closest to you.

Revolt requires being optimistic in the face of the nearly insurmountable. It means viewing privacy not as something to preserve and protect, but to unburden oneself from. It demands that you spend more time with children, not only yours, but children in general. It requires you to envision humans as a collection of individual life-forms each an integral part of a natural home.

[aceofbooks-creative-anthologies]

Happy Selfshiptober Prompt #25: Rest and/or Bandages

selfshiptober masterlist

I promise Mikey comes in eventually. I just needed to set up the contrast between the two relationships.

Background: Mikey and Ace have been fighting for a few days. When he crashes on the racetrack and needs stitches, instead of letting Kenny help him, or going to the hospital, he calls his favorite delinquent nurse, despite her being on a date with her ex-husband.

TW: non-explicit/implied physical and emotional abuse. It's mutual. I will never pretend that they have a healthy dynamic. They're also kind of into it in their own weird, fucked up way.

wc: 3246; written from Ace's POV in first person

The appetizers were being delivered to our booth when my phone buzzed on the bench beside me.

Rindou Haitani and I were at one of our favorite diners, very 1970s Americana. Giggly and tired from our dance lesson, I had kicked off my heels and hiked up the skirt of my dress so that I could sit cross-legged on the bench. Rin had given me his rehearsed, half-hearted lecture about over-extending the joints and mobility stagnation before mirroring me on the other side of the table. He opened up his suit jacket and loosened his tie before removing his glasses and running a hand over his face.

A clock over the soda counter read 10 PM. "We really need to stop extending practice after lessons are over." My ex-husband sighs before throwing his head back over the top of his bench.

"You are the one that wants to start doing dance-themed nights at the club. We can't teach people how to 'Swing'," I put the dance style in air quotes like our instructor, "without knowing how to do it."

"We should've started with something easier. Like.... Disco, or the Foxtrot."

Our waitress drops off our usual drinks, a strawberry lemonade for me and a Coke for him. He'll switch to their special offer beer of the night halfway through our main course. She doesn't speak, because she doesn't need to. We've been coming here long enough to start ordering the same things every time, except for his beer and sometimes our dessert. This is the one place where he'll entertain me and eat fatty food. "Part of the American experience," I kept telling him when we had initially found the place—and several subsequent dates after that, as we moved through the menu, trying everything before settling on our favorites.

"Keep complaining, and I'll put you and Ran into a J-Pop bootcamp and clean my hands of the whole thing."

My phone buzzes again as Rin starts portioning our mozzarella sticks. "If it was Ran, he would've tried reaching out to me if he couldn't reach you the first time."

I push the phone further away without looking at it and take my plate from him. "Which really leaves only one person who would be trying to reach me at about this time, and I'm not letting him take up space in my head."

"Was it bad again?" He pulls a mozzarella stick apart, getting a really nice cheese pull before dipping one half in marinara and twirling the cheese around itself, before popping it in his mouth.

"Well, neither of us ended up in ER, so it wasn't that bad." If we were younger, I would be feeling his eyes rake over me looking for the bumps and bruises, cuts and friction burn. Maybe a sling or a brace, but those are more obvious. He'd be running through his memory, thinking of the exposed skin he saw during our lesson, and trying to remember if there was something there that is now hidden.

But we are not so young anymore. We all have demons from our delinquent days that we can not let go of, no matter how hard we try.

So he just gives me a passing glance before dipping the other half of his marinara stick into the sauce. "And your therapist?"

"They were the one to suggest we take some time apart."

"But you haven't been at the house...?"

"Staying at the office." I say before attempting my own cheese pull. I'm less successful.

"Ace...."

"We have that huge contract from Spain that we're workshopping. I'd probably be there anyway, 'cause I'm having to pull odd hours—time difference and all."

My phone buzzes again, three times in quick succession.

And then Rindou's cell rings as a call comes through.

The car service drops me off right outside the gates of the stadium. I give my driver a cash tip for driving me so far outside the city, and wait for the actual payment to go through on our phones.

"You're sure you don't want me to stick around? This place looks pretty deserted." His hand is on the gear shift. We both know he wants to head back into the city, where he can get a couple more rides in before his shift is over at 12 AM.

"I'm sure. There's at least two people in there that can give me a ride home." I place a hand on the hood of his car while I put my heels back on so that I can walk across the pavement. It's too dark in spots to know if I'm about to step on broken glass or not. "Thanks though." I give him a smile and wave him off before squaring my shoulders and marching towards the stadium doors.

I text Rin to let him know I arrived as Draken Ryuuguji pushes open the door for me.

"I was in the middle of a date, Ken." I'm kicking off my heels and padding down the hallway in bare feet before the door is fully closed behind us.

"I know." It only takes a few strides for him to catch up to me.

"Date night doesn't end until midnight, per my contract."

"I know." He hands me an open-front sweater that he had been holding, and I shrug into it as we keep walking. They always keep the A/C cranked too high in this part of the stadium.

"We're supposed to be taking time apart."

"He did mention that, but also said that it didn't matter."

"We both know that's not what he said." I pause, hand him my purse, and flip my head upside down before gathering and tying up my hair into a high ponytail.

Draken shrugs, already over it. He had been dealing with a brat for several hours already; he wasn't about to start letting another bait him.

I straighten myself, retrieve my purse from his hand, and take a few deep breaths before resuming our walk.

We only have to walk for about another minute before we reach our destination.

"How bad is it?" I ask, steeling myself for whatever was on the other side of the locker room door.

"Lots of road rash, but the thing to be worried about is the gash on his cheek. He has a busted lip too, but Shin was at least able to talk him into letting us check and make sure he hadn't knocked out any of his teeth."

"Jesus Chr—that dumbass motherfucker." I run a hand over my face, bumping my glasses, and then take a moment to straighten the skirt of my dress.

"He agreed to go to the hospital after, if you deem it necessary. But only if you patch him up."

"Of course he did." Another deep breath. "If you hear screaming, it's just me killing him."

I don't have to look at Draken to know that he's rolling his eyes. We only ever make empty threats.

"I didn't even get to eat my dinner." I mutter under my breath as I turn the handle of the door.

"Manjirou Sano." My voice is stern as the door latches behind me.

My husband looks up from the couch he's sprawled across, a bundle of ice pressed to his face. "Hey baby." His smile is infectious and intoxicating. And I relish in the pain that cuts through it as he stretches his cheek muscles.

I move to one of the cupboards of the private locker room, zeroing in on where I knew the medical supplies were kept. Because I put them there. I pointedly ignore him.

"That dress is pretty. What's the occasion?" There's a smirk hiding in his voice. He bought the dress—a dark grey floral pattern, a circle skirt that hit mid-calf, a straight neckline with petal like sleeves, and an open back that stopped just above the bottom of my spine. The dainty chains that were draped in that open space were from Rin—and Mikey hated that they were from Rin.

Not that he could see them at the moment because of the sweater. But the cold brushes of metal as I moved served as a reminder to myself.

And he knew exactly what the occasion was for—it had been part of our fight that drove us apart five days ago.

Which was precisely why he had insisted on me coming to the stadium to patch him up instead of letting someone from the team do it—or doing the sensible, responsible, thing and going to the hospital. He wanted my attention and didn't want to share.

If I didn't know better, I would think he had staged the crash intentionally. Reckless driving, certainly; but the team was too careful—too aware of him—for him to intentionally crash on the racetrack. Which was a cause for concern for different reasons, but I knew they were all capable of handling it.

I can feel his temper begin to raise as his gaze sears into my back while I continue to putter about, collecting supplies. Bandages here, sterilizer there, towels, some fresh water..... I hope to only need to use steri-strips to close the gash on his cheek, but I grab a suture kit anyway.

Three minutes pass without either of us saying a word; waiting for the other to cave.

Not having anything else to putter about with, I finally turn to face him.

He's sitting up now. The ice is still pressed to his face, but it's melting, dripping condensation onto the carpet. There's a fire in his eyes, the same fire that I know is reflected in mine. Anything could set off a spark and set the whole room ablaze.

But he also has dark circles under his black eyes. And the faintest hint of blonde stubble growing on his chin. There's an invisible weight being carried on his shoulders. I can feel myself softening, wanting to push his black hair back off his forehead and tell him everything's okay.

Instead, I set my jaw and straighten my spine before moving and settling down on the floor in front of him. Without speaking, I dampen a towel and begin to care for the road rash on his lower legs.

I'm deliberate—delicate. It looks like one of the guys (or him) had already taken care of the majority of the debris, so it was just a matter of making sure that the raw skin was clean and sterile before applying ointment and bandages. He hissed when I sterilized the wounds, but otherwise remained silent.

I next move to the hand and forearm that isn't holding the ice pack, and repeat the process. I rise up onto my knees to roll up his shirt sleeve to work on the upperarm, but find myself eye to eye with him.

His fire has gone out.

"You haven't been sleeping." I say, finally breaking our tenuous silence. I resist the urge to place a hand on his good cheek.

"I mean, I have. But you know I don't really rest when we're fighting." His voice is but a whisper, probably worried that he'll scare me off if he speaks any louder.

The mention of our fight snaps me back into focus, and I set my jaw again before breaking eye contact. I return to my task, and roll up his shirt sleeve.

I'm less delicate with my cleaning now. He yelps in pain at a particularly brisk movement, and I try not to smile. I'm reminded of the rug burn healing on the backs of my thighs and hope that he remembers it too.

More bandages are applied, and I realize that I will eventually need to ask him to remove his shirt so that I can properly care for his shoulders.

He's been studying me as I've worked. "You haven't been getting any rest either, have you?" The concealer that I applied before work that morning and then reapplied right before my dance lesson had done enough to convince Rin that I was well. But under such careful scrutiny by someone who knows me better than I know myself, it was worthless.

"So what if I haven't?" His fire may have burned out, but mine had not. I'm still pissed as hell. "It's not like you care."

"Ace..." He trails off, trying to make eye contact, but I busy myself with securing one of his bandages. "You know that's not true."

I get to my feet, and he grabs my hand, afraid that I'm going to walk away. "Turn around and take off your shirt. I need to clean up your shoulders." I do my best to inject ice into my voice, unwilling to give in.

He does as I ask, and I immediately regret my decision. I begin to salivate, being confronted by just how much his shoulders and back affect my willpower. The urge to bite him is only slightly tempered by the sight of the dried blood and raw skin.

My hands shake as I go through the motions of tending to the wounds. And I'm repulsed by how weak-kneed I feel. I cling to that repulsion, hoping that it will serve as my lifeline until I can get out of this room.

I place the last of my bandages and realize that I need more for his other arm and a spot along his jaw that looked more like rug burn than road rash. Probably from the strap on his helmet. At least he was wearing it this time.

I spin around on my heel before stepping away. Mikey turns his head at the brush of my skirt against his spine, and reaches out with his free hand to take hold, but misses.

When I finally turn back from the cabinets, he is facing forward again and appears to be pouting. The jutting of his lower lip is subtle enough for anyone else to miss, but just as he knows me, I know him.

Fucking brat.

I decide to prolong the inevitable, and step over to the fridge and get a new bag of ice from the freezer. Or I would have, but it seems that the last one is currently on his face.

For the first time, I find myself really wondering just how long Draken fought with Mikey before giving in and reaching out to me. Looks like I owe him one.

I grab the lone bag of frozen peas instead and toss it over my head and behind me. It lands in Mikey's hand without any audible effort on his part.

"Swap hands. I need to work on your other arm." I say as I kneel on the floor in front of him once again.

"Do you ever wonder how many times we've done this?" He asks, following my instructions. His now free hand is ice inside of my own.

"Far too many to count." I mumble, focused on my task.

"I don't ever really return the favor, do I?" He laughs, but it's cut short by a moan of pain—someone forgot about the gash on his cheek.

"No you don't." My response is harsher than I meant, but to be fair the new skin on the backs of my thighs just started to itch. "You always complain about how much effort it takes to do it correctly, so I stopped asking a long time ago. You only ever do it now if I'm literally incapable of doing it myself."

I know that our minds go to the same place. The last time I couldn't take care of my own wounds was two years ago when I hit the floor a little too hard and got a concussion. He "took care of me" by taking me to hospital. And then left me there. As my emergency contact, Takemichi still gives me grief over it from time to time. No one could track Mikey down until five days later, when he showed up at our shared apartment.

I'm still convinced Emma would've killed him then and there if I hadn't come out of the bedroom to see who was at the door.

"I'm sorry." My hands still, a bandage half wrapped around his bicep. Mikey takes the opportunity to take my chin in his hand and lift it so that I have to look him in the eye. "I know that doesn't mean a lot for us. We say we're sorry, and then we turn around and do the same thing again. But I do mean it this time. I never should have abandoned you at the hospital like that."

I yank my head out of his hand and return to my task, wrapping the bandage just a little to tight.

Of course he's apologizing for something that happened two years ago. Not for ruining my date with Rin, forcing us to breach contract, or for the injuries that I currently have. Or even for the fight that led to those injuries. No, he's apologizing for something that I had already grieved and moved on from.

I finish his arm and sit back on my heels, admiring my work. I was never interested in medicine, but you learn things when your friends and family are in gangs and can't always go to the hospital when they get injured. They all eventually picked some things up from watching me and were able to doctor themselves for the most part.

Mikey watched and learned, but almost never applies the skills. He outright refuses to take care of himself unless he literally has no other choice.

I think about how I stormed out five days ago, and wonder if he had doctored himself for once or called someone else to clean up my our mess. Any injuries he sustained then are all covered up by the road rash now.

The exhaustion from the last five days hits me all at once. I swallow around the lump forming in my throat and find myself fighting back tears. I want to make up with him and forget the whole thing, just so that I can take sanctuary in his arms and finally get some rest.

I take a deep breath and slowly get to my feet. "I—" I clear my throat and start again. "I need to take a look at that gash now. So if you could—"

"Baby," Mikey interrupts and takes one of hands in both of his, the peas displaced somewhere. "Look at me."

I can't. I know what I'll find when I look in his eyes. And I'm not ready for that. I want to stay mad. I deserve to stay mad. He was out of line. He knows it. I know it. Just like it was his right to be mad in the first place because I was out of line.

We walk an emotional tightrope together and when one of us starts to tip, we scramble to stay upright, only for both of us to fall. It's an impossibly delicate balance that we have to maintain and when we do, it's art; but when we don't, it's so horrific that the metaphor extends past being "better" on the tightrope alone—we would've been better off never being on the tightrope in the first place.

I don't realize that the tears have started to fall until Mikey has stood up and is pressing our foreheads together and cupping my face with his hands, using his thumbs to brush them away.

"I'm sorry." My voice breaks into a sob.

"I know. I'm sorry too. But let's take care of my face, and then we can yell at each other all we want. Make Kenny go crazy, yeah?" I can hear that he's on the verge of tears too.

God, I hate being married to myself. But I can't help but laugh and nod. I can feel his smile as he presses a kiss to my cheek.

"Right. Okay." I take my glasses off and wipe at my face with the sleeves of my sweater. I replace my glasses as Mikey finds his seat on the couch again.

I move the bandages and other supplies up on the couch cushions around him. As I move to stand between his legs to better view the slowly weeping gash on his cheek, Mikey tugs on my sleeve and pulls me into his lap. He grins, painfully, from ear to ear while I try to find my balance, knees on either side of his hips.

"Mikey—" It's my turn to pout, but he cuts me off with a kiss.

"Happy anniversary baby."

[roeisanerd]

ig i should make one of those pinned posts huh

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hi, i’m roe!

i’m 23 years old

afro-latina (caribbean and central american) and i can speak a little spanish!

giga autistic, like very bad, severe, and adhd as fuck

bisexual trans girl mess

my favorite interests include: formula 1, destiny 2, or overwatch 2! (also a bit of sudoku lately)

i work as an accountant (not the fun ✨ kind)

i want to meet new people! all dms are welcome, but don’t just dm me weird shit out of the blue please, get to know me a lil first before we get there (also if you have a mostly blank profile i won’t even respond)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! This is an 18+ page, if you aren’t at least 18 years old i don’t want you here.

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original posts/reblogs usually (but not always) tagged with:

#roeishorny (does what it says on the tin lol)

#roe gets called the fuck out (posts that were too loud for me)

#roe’s sad bitch hours (come cry with me)

if you wanna avoid my hornyposting, mute the tag #roeishorny !!!

all my horny shit goes to @roeisyearning

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TUMBLR NEVER SENDS ME ANY PUSH NOTIFICATIONS!!!!!!!

If i haven't seen your DM in a while please know i'm not ignoring you! I have to manually open the app every time to see if i have new messages.

Mutuals can ask for my discord and i'll gladly give it!

If it gets too annoying i *might* open up a small discord server so yall can talk to me there!

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uh that’s it i guess? if i need to i’ll edit again at some point

[beardedmrbean]

Sorry, I just saw this old tweet, and it like pre women kings probably

https://x.com/copicsquiddo/status/1381723968713986048?s=46

Roots? What roots? The Dahomey intentionally made sure the ancestors were we mainly came minds were too damage. Actually I heard that Dahomey slaves had to walk around a certain tree part of their ritual.

I was thinking about a story where an African villain try that “we are brothers” thing to a black American and the black American goes

“As soon as my Yoruba ancestors walked around that tree so the Dahomey could get more guns. We lost all ties to Africa.”

And the villain eyes widen when he realize “the false Eden” trick people like him used on my community is lost steam and we are learning the truth

I wonder how in 40 years, people will be shocked how I treat African cultures and people…like human beings. And don’t have the pan Africa mentality

And I’m might have to tell them a very old comedy anime (by then) about stereotypical personifications of countries named Hetalia. And a historical fiction with scifi elements and a secret war make appreciate real life cultures more than college educated people

Of course that not the sole reason, as I was able to take to people from different parts of the world and got a close mutual that really made me realize my American identity

And the Yoruba….okay probably my depression…it’s a bit…painful at first researching their culture because realizing how you are an alien to the group most of your genome came from. I mean it’s not their fault (we decided to lionized the bastards who cause it in the first place for “girl power”)

But it’s a different culture and I must acknowledge it

You know I was asking my Mexican mutual why I don’t have the same entitlement or insufferable attitude towards Africa like many other black Americans. Of course not all are like that

But if you say you want to go back to the motherland to me. I presume you mean Alabama or Nebraska for that where my family is at

And I’m midwestern living in the Chicago area working at Amazon. These people in the entertainment industry lives in California and NYC. They can talk to direct native Africans and tribes on a silver platter

But they refuse to then or collab and continue this 10 year old bitter understanding of Africa

Tbh…I think because a lot of black Americans ADULTS think their shitty pubic education spark notes of African history. And refuse to grow up

A plenty of genuine Africans would gladly teach us about their culture and maybe people like me who want to learn what my Africans ancestors did before the chains.

But black Americans activists, yes I’m talking to YOU

Stop having TANTRUMS because Africans ain’t going to treat you why kids gloves.

Hard to show empathy to a group that knowingly get diamonds and nikes from child run mines and workshops

But cool ac collab

https://x.com/assassinscreed/status/1784613564335956281?s=46

Omg imagine telling your friends in the 90’s, a institute would use a video game to help show the visuals of 9th century Baghdad

I like to think that some people actually took the time to learn about themselves and their roots as a result of that one, just like several other bits of media.

I also like to think some of those people got a rude awakening about the history of various peoples and cultures in Africa, and I do hope they kept on learning after that instead of putting the book down and choosing ignorance.

I was thinking about a story where an African villain try that “we are brothers” thing to a black American and the black American goes “As soon as my Yoruba ancestors walked around that tree so the Dahomey could get more guns. We lost all ties to Africa.” And the villain eyes widen when he realize “the false Eden” trick people like him used on my community is lost steam and we are learning the truth

You're gonna have the hoteps awful mad with that, but then again they reject any reality that's not the false one they've created for themselves and no amount of evidence will get through their heads anyhow.

I wonder how in 40 years, people will be shocked how I treat African cultures and people…like human beings. And don’t have the pan Africa mentality

in 40 years I hope more people will have figured that all out, throwing off the victim mentality isn't gonna be super easy tho

And I’m might have to tell them a very old comedy anime (by then) about stereotypical personifications of countries named Hetalia. And a historical fiction with scifi elements and a secret war make appreciate real life cultures more than college educated people

I've heard of that one and seen stuff from it too.

Of course that not the sole reason, as I was able to take to people from different parts of the world and got a close mutual that really made me realize my American identity

American identity is complicated at times, always remember we eat borgar everything else can be secondary.

And the Yoruba….okay probably my depression…it’s a bit…painful at first researching their culture because realizing how you are an alien to the group most of your genome came from. I mean it’s not their fault (we decided to lionized the bastards who cause it in the first place for “girl power”) But it’s a different culture and I must acknowledge it

Ya I wouldn't know what to do if I went where my DNA says I'm from, one of those weird things about being American.

And I’m midwestern living in the Chicago area working at Amazon. These people in the entertainment industry lives in California and NYC. They can talk to direct native Africans and tribes on a silver platter But they refuse to then or collab and continue this 10 year old bitter understanding of Africa

I'm still waiting on the next chapter of the Captain Alex series to come out of Wakaliwood.

And yes, you'd think they'd go and actually talk to these people, problem with the American audience is they generally speaking don't know Bantu from Yoruba to Zulu ect so mushing them all together won't register to most of the audience and it's cheaper for the studio.

A plenty of genuine Africans would gladly teach us about their culture and maybe people like me who want to learn what my Africans ancestors did before the chains.

That was one of the nice things about the Disney park I worked at, they had "ambassadors" from various parts of Africa in the Africa section who's only job was to talk about where they're from, lot of South Africans since English was needed, but there were others too, Asia had that too.

But black Americans activists, yes I’m talking to YOU Stop having TANTRUMS because Africans ain’t going to treat you why kids gloves. Hard to show empathy to a group that knowingly get diamonds and nikes from child run mines and workshops

Sadly the Americanization of the globe marches on, some African countries asking for reparations, which the proper response is go talk to the people that sold you and get your money from them, which works for both us over here and them over there.

If Benin tried to claim some sort of reparations I would hope everyone would laugh in their face, they're the successor to the Dahomey empire, they owe the money not the other way around.

Oh that's cool

Omg imagine telling your friends in the 90’s, a institute would use a video game to help show the visuals of 9th century Baghdad

They do love their accuracy, gonna have to look this up go see them there Hanging Gardens of Babylon and all that good stuff.

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B, D, J, K, M, T (doesn't have to be just DS if you don't want it to be!)

A -> Z FANDOM ASKS.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

it feels like cheating to say any ships that came from rp because 90% of the time there's no way you'd consider them otherwise, but the one that stands out to me is willie and esme (ft. @retrograderesemblance) cherish them, would never have put them together on my own lol.

beyond that, and this doesn't really count for not ever considering it, but I was a w.illabeth disliker until this year, I read several persuasive defenses, and writing lizzie swayed me. so elizabeth herself changed my mind kinda.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

ok listen. it's s.parrington. i get it intellectually and i see the vision but i just don't like it and i have tried for years it is just not. idk. can't do it.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr.

i hope this is dark shadows to all my treasured mutuals whom i single-handedly inundate with ds content all over their dashes. my answer would be e.lisabeth das musical or honestly like ? robespierre of french history kinda has a stan army on here.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

ohhh who would i say for ds. maybe roger because he gets domesticated, and makes truly wild strides in his relationship with his son. ( go white boy break that patrilineal curse ). weirdly i also kinda wanna say joe is up there ? he has an interesting journey from Carolyn's Rejected Puppy All American Fish Boy to like ... helping vic investigate laura, being ang's chew toy, having a mental breakdown. and also deeply caring about david! maybe i just like it when people start caring about the kid.

elsewhere it's jimothy norrington. easy. character arc of all time.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

not many people on this show because that's a death sentence but lowkey.. natalie dupres (josette's "spinster aunt") bc i think we would really get along. fancy french brunches with the gay aunt and we can talk shit about barnabas. even though she would bully me for my french, and rightfully so.

elsewhereeee hmm. alice k.ingsleigh would make a wonderful friend. sybil c.rawley. max b.lack sails.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

most of my headcanons about vicki tbh dan curtis can piss off. namely that girl has autism. she dislikes the task of setting her hair / sleeping on rollers and rarely feels like doing it, but her and carolyn will sometimes set hair for each other for some girl time. roger fencing and liz ice skating. i also know i'm right about specifically vic's and carolyn's music taste (monkees/mamas & the papas/paul revere & the raiders/herman's hermits, and jan&dean/the ventures/elvis/beach boys, respectively). vic is also added in the collins family history. david draws her in after she dies/disappears, and elizabeth has her formally added after she discovers his handiwork.

you can also pry my "elizabeth swann's burgundy dress was esme's" from my cold dead hands ! like. that's such an important one to me sdfgfd.

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Last song: "Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On)" by Talking Heads has been my latest major earworm. I just made it the new opening of the playlist I’ve been slowly building for the BBEG of my D&D campaign. “Take a look at these hands! The hands of a government man”

Favorite Color: I genuinely loved the red that @somaisbatman picked but for the sake of individuality I'll say the type of pink/lilac/violet-y color that clouds take on at sunset

Currently Watching: umpteenth rewatch of Twin Peaks: The Return with friends. I also started Nichijou with friends recently, which is hysterical

Last Movie: A few: Rewatched The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover, probably a top 10-or-20 all-timer for me, since I had been thinking about the late great Michael Gambon; Patlabor 2 (without any context for the rest of the franchise), which was really interesting and beautifully animated and made me want to get mechapilled; and The World's Greatest Sinner, a film directed by and starring notorious Hollywood hanger-on Timothy Carey, about the meteoric political rise of a former insurance salesman who wants to empower the American people with immortality. To quote @impish-lion, it is a glimpse into the mind of your father's weirdest friend. He also compared the protagonist to Euron Greyjoy in that he barely registers as a human being, mainlines a Mystery Juice definitely illicit in nature, and fancies himself a god

Currently Reading: Too many books. I'm making my way through The Lord of the Rings for the first time, which, y'know, it's great. Fevre Dream by George R.R. Martin is pretty good so far, and it's interesting to see earlier stages for a lot of ideas that get more fleshing out in ASOIAF. Also by GRRM we have A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, which like LOTR has taken me embarrassingly long to pick up. I'm slowly inching through The Dark Forest by Cixin Liu, which I'm determined to finish because I really liked its predecessor, even if this trilogy is a little out of my usual wheelhouse. Manhunt by Gretchen Felker-Martin is great even if I need to put it down for a few weeks at a time. And lastly Inherent Vice by Thomas Pynchon, at whose midpoint I've been stalled for about a year. I'm loving it, I've just seen the movie so many times, and also as you can see I've got a lot on my plate already lol

Sweet/spicy/savory: Spicy

Relationship status: Single (not working super actively to change this, but I am talking very casually to people on the apps, more to feel Desired than anything. at least one connection seems promising so We Shall See. I just want to kiss cool queer people lol)

Current Obsessions: I'm in a bit of an obsession-rut, barring like, the actually obsessive things I do, i.e. washing my hands over and over lmao. I really want to rewatch the The Terror for Halloween season, that will definitely become an obsession if I do. I've also been playing lots of Baldur's Gate III but I wouldn't say that's at Obsession Status.

Last googled: the release date for Killers of the Flower Moon. I'm busy that weekend :(

Currently working on: My video editing reel. The next arc of my D&D campaign (no idea when I'll actually be running it, but I feel really confident that I've basically got it all mapped out. I've been running it for several years now and much as I'll miss it when it's finished, I am incredibly happy to wrap it up soon lol). I've also taken to writing creatively more in my free time recently which has been nice. EDIT: oh, also my mental health/gender/interpersonal relationships but that’s not Currently so much as Perennially lol

tagging my irl friend @impish-lion even though I know him pretty well. also tagging mutuals @visenyaism/@soupseason, @moss-sprouted and @pigeonz/@melasshai. Nobody do this if you don't want to lol