#I see any of you fucks doing that its the guillotine for you

[artemx746]

Do people not realise that a person doesn't suddenly gain full maturity and knowledge of everything when they turn 18?

[do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas]

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[chaotic-iguana]

Twisted Love

summary: as we know, im a bit of a gremlin. i take ur asks and fucking add my own spin. here we are. its like a “joel edges reader, reader accidentally comes” with SUPER dark twists. let me know what you think. feel free to (gently) yell at me because honestly @breakfastatjoels is the only reason i decided to post (love you dee)

pairing: dark! joel x reader

wordcount: 2.3k

warnings: survivalism, dubcon, dark!joel, edging, dom/sub dynamics, pussy slapping, very out of my comfort zone writing this, stockholm syndrome, this joel is everything husband joel is not. hes a dick please dont acc be in these kinds of relationships, swearing (no bc me being a smartass and adding swearing as if its worse than STOCKHOLM SYNDROME), choking, slapping, passing out and keep going, somno? i think?, dacryphilia, he’s a genuine fucking asshole

A/N: please be warned that this is not a vanilla smut fic, it follows some super dark themes. unlike my other fics, no “soft” joel, or aftercare; no checking in or wiping tears. also forewarning, i do not support relationships that are in fact like this. i am not glorifying sa or abuse. dont want any anons in my inbox tearing me a new one. 

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Four hours. You’d been tied to the bed spreadeagle for four hours. Your wrists and ankles had chafed, you’d nearly lost your voice, and you couldn’t seem to stop trembling.

Joel had one hand on your stomach, pressing down, and another between your legs, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm only to pull away at the last second to watch you buck your hips into thin air, chasing friction, as your high ebbed away again. And then he would start again. And again. And again.

By now, you were gone. Your mind had long been wiped clean of coherent thought. Broken moans and whines escaped you as you tried to beg despite having seemingly forgotten the ability to articulate yourself - you could barely manage short gasps of breath in between sobs; words were proving to be near-impossible. 

A dizzying chant of Joel, Joel, Joel, took up your mind as he wrenched his fingers out of you once again, just a second too late to accomplish what he wanted. No; in your desperate, hyper-sensitive state, that split second alone was enough to send you into a  spiral: toes-curling, back-arching and your breath coming in sharp gasps as an orgasm that had your vision whiting out for a few seconds washes over you.

Joel glared down at you, the vision barely registering to you past the buzz of euphoria, eyes rolling back as reality faded away. He gripped your jaw then, snapping you out of the daze by bringing a hand down on your cunt, repeatedly striking the sensitive folds, the painful sting heightened by your orgasm. 

 At the pitiful groans of protest and the way your legs contorted against the bindings to fall into themselves; instinct taking over to protect you from his merciless assault, he rolled his eyes with a huff. 

“Y’gonna be a brat? Be a fuckin’ brat. ‘M not wastin’ my time on a girl that can’t behave.” 

Snapping his switchblade open, he leaned down to rip through your restraints before turning and walking out of the room without another word.

That had been a week ago. You had spent an hour curled in on yourself, numb in disbelief that he’d just left. You hadn’t meant to go against his wishes, your body had just taken over and practically pushed you over the edge. You knew the deal-  of course you did, it was seared into your fucking mind- it’s what kept you alive. 

It was an offer he had spat at you with a blade pressed to your neck, a decree that signed your body over to him. He’d let you live and keep you alive, and in return all you had to do was obey him; be his “good little girl”, as he put it. All you had to do in exchange for your safety was listen to him, do what he told you to. 

A paralyzing fear had gripped you since that day you had accidentally defied him, death looming over your head like a guillotine you couldn’t quite see just yet but knew was inevitably coming. 

You’d hated the arrangement at first, resisting it; resisting him. But once he had made it abundantly clear that there was no way for you to leave, nowhere you could go, you found yourself fighting back less. Life had already been so long, taken so much from you already. You’d never have to worry again. He’d keep you safe. Despite his inherent brutality, he took care of you; more care than anyone else had taken since the world went to shit. He made sure you ate enough, slept in better spots, showers. When you had nightmares, he’d set a bruising pace against you and rut until your head emptied of every thought but his. 

Your disdain for him faded over time, and you began craving him. You wanted him under your skin, you wanted to feel him and nothing else, to be reduced to a mindless mess as damp sheets clung to your skin. Wanted his bites and bruises, wanted his grip on your thighs, your waist, your neck. Slowly, you wanted him. A twisted love characterised by dizzying need for him to rip you apart and put you back together infected your mind. To be with you, hold you, praise you. And you were perfect for him as a result, wanting nothing but to keep him happy. 

He, however, hadn’t so much as looked at you all week. If he said anything, it was bit out in your general direction as an afterthought; an inconvenience. It was like he’d stopped caring where you were, how you were. Pent up and needing him, needing to feel the scrapes of his callouses against your skin, his teeth nipping your flesh, you simply endured it all fearfully. Your arrangement had gone on long enough that you genuinely did not know if he would follow through - but you’d seen enough of what he was capable of not to risk it. You may have your own infatuation with the man, but you weren’t stupid. When he stood jaw clenched, shoulders tense, and with that crazed glint in his eye, you did not speak to him; your self-preserving habit of pointing out his tells blaring at you to run. If you so much as stepped too close to him on days like these, you’d see how blown out his pupils were, how his face was set in an expression that made it difficult to identify him, before he’d pin you to the nearest wall and use his mouth, fingers, cock, blade handle, beer bottle and makeshift toys on you until you passed out, and then he’d keep going until exhaustion overtook him. Which, for a man that size, often took over a day. 

So you settled for trying your best to impress him. Wore that dress he liked, did your hair in a ponytail because you knew it made his fingers itch to tug at it, painted your lips with a shadow of red and just followed him like a lost puppy, without stopping or complaining once. Didn’t matter how many gashes you got on your hands and knees from getting your foot caught on sharp edges or rocks he didn’t warn you of anymore, didn’t matter how hungry or thirsty you were with him neglecting to pass the canteen back to you, didn’t matter how badly his biting comments hurt you or how many tears filled your eyes, you followed him without complaint.  

But it had been a week, and your resolve had started to break. If he was going to kill you, he had to do it now. The buildup, the constant fear, the desperation to impress him, the cuts and bruises now littering your body, the hungry ache in your stomach - they all reached a point where your knees just buckled, and you just couldn’t. Joel was ahead of you, still trudging on without so much as glancing in your direction, not even after the pathetic wail that sounded from you as you fell to your knees. Gasping out his name, wincing at the rasp of your voice from the disuse, you watched his steps falter as he looked at you over his shoulder, and kept walking. 

“No, no, no, please Joel, please.” Tears began streaming down your face, your body shaking with the force of the devastation sweeping through you as you began crawling after him. This made him stop and turn, brow raised and mouth set in a cruel smile as he took in your form. He took slow, deliberate strides to where you lay on the ground, elbows given out, and looked down at you. 

“Please, what?” His dark eyes were glittering as he smirked at you, watching you crumble before his very eyes. 

“No more. ‘M sorry, I’m so sorry I won’t ever go against what you say again. Didn’t mean to come - it just happened n’ I couldn’t stop it. I’ve been so good for years, Joel. I’m s-sorry, please I’m so sorry.” Cheeks burning hot with humiliation, you could barely meet his gaze as you began begging the man you’d sworn to kill when you first met him. Begged him to take care of you, to forgive you. 

He crouched low, reaching a hand out to tip your chin up and meet your eyes. 

“Need me?” A jeering, boisterous laugh. “Do ya, now?” At your nod, he snorted. “You forget who’s in control -once, just once - I fuckin’ leave you then and there. Clear?” Another nod. “Take what I give you this time.” Not a question, but you find yourself nodding feverishly anyways, making his lips twitch as he grasped you and lifted you into his arms the rest of the way. 

Joel spotted a cabin while trudging through the rough terrain, your hands around his neck and torso flush against his chest as you hung limp in his arms, half-asleep. Deciding to settle there for the night, he barely took a minute to scout the place out before he was making his way to the bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed before turning to strip his flannel and trousers off. Watching you blink in confusion as you started to wake up, he scoffed, tangling a hand in your hair, flipping you onto yoru back, and yanking your head to the edge of the bed. 

Giving you no time to brace yourself, Joel shoved the blunt head of his cock between your lips, working your jaw open as he starting using your mouth. One of hands came to rest on your exposed neck, putting enough pressure to feel himself moving in and out of your throat, while the other gripped the edge of the bed next to your head, intermittently coming up to slap your tits, your stomach, your thighs - anywhere he could reach. The sounds of your garbled choking and gasping filled the room, Joel using your mouth like a fleshlight. 

Refusing you a single second of reprieve to get your breath, he kept rocking his hips until you were lightheaded and there were spots in your vision, consciousness fading. When he glanced down and realised you were about to pass out, he pulled himself flush against your mouth and stayed there, drool and spit spluttering from your nose as you struggled to accommodate him, struggling against him until you blacked out. 

When you came to, you were lying on your stomach, hair still in Joel’s grip and head held back. Your hands were tied to the headboard in front of you with the underwear you had been wearing all day, and his fingers were bruising your waist in his grip as he pounded into you from behind. 

You could feel that you had lost some time. Come and blood streaked all over your jaw, neck and chest, and you could feel some drying on your back, thighs and stomach as well. Moreover, you were drenched. Covered from head to toe in a mixture of blood, sweat, saliva and cum. You could see skin on your chest and stomach swollen and red, broken by his teeth, which had left permanent indents into the flesh. Blinking steadily, you realised that the sun was up, the room bathed in the first few rays of dawn. 

“Welcome back, sweetheart.” His rasp from behind you had a shudder dancing down your spine, straightening up slightly. You could barely sob your response - the new angle had your eyes rolling back, and you could feel yourself being jolted up the bed by the sheer force of his thrusts into you. 

Feeling the muscles of your stomach tense, you hardly had the rationality to start babbling a half-understandable “Gonna cum, ‘m g-mmh-cum,” before feeling him shift his hand on your hip to move it between your legs, swiping over your clit with just enough pressure to bring you to your peak - before he leaned down to snarl into your ear. 

“Don’t come.” At your whimper, he laughed. “Y’wanna live? Be good f’me? Don’t you dare fucking come.” You felt your muscles lock up, a pitiful whine leaving your mouth as you staved off your orgasm, tensing so hard against it that your whole body hurt. Your legs were shaking with the force of holding off, and you felt Joel smile into your shoulder in approval before he moved his arm under your thigh, lifting it as the strength of his hips snapping into yours increased, making you scream when his fingers returned to your folds. 

He reveled in the wails that were piercing the silence of the room, at the force with which you began convulsing in the effort to obey him. Sucking a bruise into the skin behind your ear, he let you suffer for a few more plunges of his tip into your cervix until he felt his own climax fast approaching, uttering a permissive “Come,” until you were gripping him so hard his vision whited out for a few moments. Watching your hand come around to the back of his head, body trembling as you moaned low and near-pained next to him, he stayed inside you for a few seconds before pulling out and stepping into his jeans immediately, watching you collapse onto the bed from overexertion. 

He just reached across the bed to twist a particularly large bruise between his index finger and thumb, savoring your squeak of fear and the tears streaming down your face. 

“Best get cleaned up quick. We gotta lot’a ground to cover today.” And with that, he was walking out again. At least this time, you knew he’d keep you around. 

hello loves, as always - thank you for reading. comment your thoughts or find me on ao3. stay hydrated and have a great day! taglist: @imherefordeanandbones @theywhowriteandknowthings, @josephquinnswhore , @evyiione , @breakfastatjoels  , @millerscoffee dividers by @cafekitsune!! cover by the AMAZING @pedrosaidsheispunk. what a LEGEND. 

[azaenya]

Sandrone Headcanon - III

"Haah... Some Harbinger I am..."

This one comes from an interpretation of Wanderer's voice line about how "all Sandrone creates is garbage." So, I thought about what exactly is garbage to him, and since he is a sentient puppet (with an ego), I assume what would be beneath him would be mechanical beings that lack any sentience.

But this is the fun part, it is my belief that Sandrone CAN create beings with sentience; during her "childhood," she learned about what connections needed to be made in the robotic brain to achieve sentience, but she chooses not to.

Because even if you are a thinking creature doesn't mean you have a good standard of living. Even in herself, there are aspects of the human experience that she is yet to replicate, like the sense of touch. It is hell. Alain brought her into a world she can only see and hear, but never feel, and she refuses to repeat his mistakes.

But there are times where she thinks about it.

Where the whole world cheers her name, the revolutionary genius, FAR greater than that rotten artificer, Alain Guillotin. It was HER hands that built herself, not his.

But she tells herself that sentient beings are much harder to control than simple machines. What she actually knows is if she brought her machines to life experiencing the same hell as she does, she couldn't forgive herself. So she is trapped between being better than her creator technologically or being better than him morally.

Her co-workers are unaware of her moral debate, regarding her with disinterest or disdain. (Except Columbina, she's an outlier.) The thoughts always return, imagining their shock at her hidden genius and her soaking it in with smug pride. But it must remain hidden. Any compliments would be short-lived, this she knows. It will always be about what is next. So she retreats into her workshop, where she improves her creations or her own flesh indefinitely.

End of headcanon.

About the art

It was hell AAAAAAA

As I got to work on the background and the table, my face became like Sandrone's lol. Rendering is a fuck.

I'm happy to be done with it, I did just finish it this morning, so I'll probably feel more proud of it later.

Also I love Limbus Company, so I made it in that style kinda. That is what the little bit on the bottom is about. I realize that I'll need to refine the icon later, and also make it just 3 colors instead of rendering, but for now I'm done.

I do love Limbus Company so much. To be honest, I fell off Genshin before Fontaine happened, then I played HSR, and now I've fallen off of that in favor of Limbus. I am taking notes from Project Moon when thinking about Sandrone's writing, because its writing is truly zenith material.

Anyway, oughhh, amogus, bye

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[dognonsense]

hi im on day 5 of covid quarantine and going insane . I need a hug or gay sex or a moshpit stat . anyways. Patch ideas : all advertising should be illegal. guillotine labelled glory hole for billionaires . Trans folk punk forever amen . T4T4T4T4T4EVER. T4T monster energy logo . Don't talk to me until I eat this cigarette. Only you can see me . rent strike ix cover or just rent strike eyes. Sister wife sex strike (if you do not already. you should listen to sister wife sex strike)

Have some T4T creatures i made earlier to sustain you

The fucking 5 T 4 EVER imma figure out how to make that for me yes

I dont wanna do the monster energy logo its hardd and i already have a patch with it

dont have any imagery for cigarettes yet but when i have one i might do that

Im not in the super mood for making band patches sorry!

However i saw sister wife sex strike live last month and did a patch trade with them for my fags fight back patch for a swss patch. I just safety pinned another swss patch on the leg of my pants. Heres a photo of two pairs of my patch pants.

I have another swss patch, and a shirt but the damn shirts gone missing.

Here photography i took during the SWSS show. I post my photography on instagram at @yvrpatches

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

People might be getting carried away blocking all celebrities who haven’t spoken up now. But the original blocklist, that included Harry, was shorter and targeted Zionists or people know to associate with Zionists. I don’t see a problem with that.

Oh boy anon. I'll get into my full political disagreements with #Blockout 2024. But I do need to start with your HUAC inspired willingness to condemn those 'known to associate with Zionists'.

That approach to people and organising is completely fucked. There is no meaningful Palestine solidarity action without people who are 'known to associate with Zionists'. The idea that the only way to moral purity is never to mix with anything bad is all about people's anxiety - and an anathema to useful political organising. It's also a key form of power and control used by cults.

Anyway, leaving that particular monstrosity aside, your ask did make me investigate the #Blockout2024 - and I thought I'd comment on the politics.

It's important to start with the basic point that I'm pro people blocking anyone they want on social media, for any reason or no reason at all. The question isn't about blocking celebrities (absolutely do it if you want to). The question is the politics of #Blockout2024 as presented by its advocates.

I would say I had twotypes of disagreement with the politics of #Blockout2024, the first is that I disagree with their understanding of the world. Then the second is that I disagree with what the impact of their strategy is - based on what we can already see.

To start with the difference in worldview. The Blockout is based on a very particular fan view/fantasy of the nature of celebrity - particularly the idea that celebrity is some kind of democracy decided by fans. Without this assumption nothing about Blockout makes any sense - and ultimately it's not just that I think it's mostly wrong (although like most important obfuscations there is an element of truth). It's that the idea that celebrity is a democracy and fans have the power is a lie that's to legitimise existing power structures.

I believe that one of the most important elements in building a better world is a clear eyed view of current power structures - and so do not believe in any attempt to change that involves spreading and strengthening lies about existing strategies.

The language of most of the advocates of the Blockout was based in charity not solidarity. One thing that was really noticeable to me about the blockout notices that I saw was that they were very much framing Palestinians people who needed charity. The problem was that celebrities weren't doing enough for the poor and needy. It was basically a noblesse oblige worldview. (This is very clear in hte original digital guillotine video)

That's not how I see what's going on. I believe that Palestinian people are struggling for their liberation and need solidarity from everyone - because all our liberation is tied to Palestinians liberation.

The approach of the Blockout wildly overstates the power of celebrities - and in doing so understates our collective power.

A lot of these discussions wildly overstate celebrities power to stop genocide - and in doing so actively misrepresent how power works in our world.

There's this idea that celebrities have far more power to make significant change than the rest of us - and it's not true. Jane Fonda did a lot of good work - but she didn't have the power to end the Vietname War. Partly I think it's generally over-valuing of attention and the idea attention alone changes things (it really doesn't).

But it' also based on understating the impact that we can have collectively. I've seen multiple people give the example about Violet Affleck wearing a Watermelon jersey in a pap picture and that leading to significant sales and people then attributing the money raised to her. She didn't raise that money - many people who care deeply about Palestine learned of a particular way they can express that support and provide financial support. But it was the actions of the many that mattered. And all those people would have found another way to do those exact same things without seeing this one top. Violet Affleck seems great - I'm sure she's done undertaken far more meaningful actions herself that wear something in a pap picture.

The idea that persuading celebrities to act is a worthwhile political action - only makes sense if you deny our collective power.

The other way of looking at this is to look about impact - and what the impact has been already. The Blockout claimed to be about lessening celebrity power. Instead it was about entrenching celebrity culture even further, by pretending it was politics.

I actually believe that some of the people who started putting this forward probably are frustrated wiht celebrity culture and the way they interact with it. But the way to stop participating in celebrity culture is to stop giving it any attention, not to talk a lot about how you're stopping. It was always apparent to me that this was about celebrity culture, but it's really clear now.

Finally, the Blockout could only ever be a distraction. I saw a really depressing video which someone opened 'this could be the most important boycott of our lives' - and I was like - for fucks sake - BDS is the most important boycott of your life. Occupations for divestment are having real impact. Coming up with some a tactic that propogates misinformation about how the world works, when longstanding strategies are building successfully - can be really destructive for movements.

Luckily it was so unsubstantial it won't even be a distraction.

My basic point is people should block whoever they like, for any reason. But if anyone wants to pay less attention to celebrities, they need to do that - not talk about how they're paying less attention to celebrities.

[flowermountainpress]

Building the Case, pictures

January 28th

(Porting over posts from patreon!)

So first I take my trimmed textblock and I make sure all the elements that would change its size are already finished-- mull being added, end papers, end bands, trimming etc.

Then I measure it against some boards, making sure the grain alignment is good. Boards and paper have a grain alignment that either runs like this | | | | | or like this ====

I'm not always the best at making sure the grain alignment lines up, for example I rarely bother with the actual book paper unless a commissioner wants me to buy 11x17 inch paper and cut it in half so it has the correct grain direction. But I try to make sure it lines up for boards, because if they warp, you want them to warp in a way that goes with the cover instead of bowing out like a basketball.

Anyway, it's witchcraft to me, but I keep it in mind. I then cut the boards, some of the cuts with a hand tool and some with my guillotine-- if you do this, beware that a stray piece of metal in your board leftover from the factory can fuck your shit. Hasn't happened to me but it's a warning I've received, so be mindful. And it also will dull your blades a bit more than regular paper trimming.

Once the boards are cut to size, about 2mm of overhang on each size of the textblock, and offset by the math of your hinge gap from the spine of the book (there's specific math for this, I think board thickness/width x 2 + something or another, that I mostly ignore), which I eyeball and usually default to a 7mm hinge gap bc its worked well for me (I heard DAS use 7mm once and it stuck, though I do bigger if it's a bigger book), and I've been using a 3mm fore edge overhang because it seems like a mm or two disappear once I add the book cloth-- okay, once the math is done and the boards are cut, I like to glue them down to a piece of cardstock.

This allows me to dry fit the case onto the book. If the measurements don't line up in a way that pleases me, I can rip the boards off the cardstock and re glue them. Without this method, you're gluing the boards directly onto the book cloth. Ripping them off the book cloth is a lot harder and often ruins either the board or cloth, so you have to remake it. Hard pass. I suppose if you use precise math and trust that math, it'll work perfectly every time, but the people that can do that are built different. Not me lol.

Anyway then you'll see here that I've labeled both sides of the boards AND the outside end pages with (F)ront ^ and (B)ack^ to denote which side is the front and which is the back, and which way is up. That's because you don't want to put on your cover upside down! Or glue the textblock upside in a rightside-up cover. The reason you mark the inside AND outside of the covers is because once you glue the book cloth onto the outside, the marking is obviously not visible anymore.

The endbands are for decoration. They used to be functional and I've tried the "old school" version-- you sew the thread into the book itself-- but it's way too much work and largely became obsolete once modern glue was invented. There's no longer any need for the structural support of sewn endbands/headbands.

I thought I'd do a breakdown of this part of the process since I was here and had my phone camera handy.

If anyone has any questions, I'd be happy to answer.

[ivestas]

Can I request some gus fluff or atleast hurt/comfort?? if you could, maybe do a part 2 to this?

the broken hornet nest

Part one: LINK 

Summary: You’re told to drive Fring back to his house. 

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: spoilers for BCS s6 (entirety), very mild canon divergence, yet another mental breakdown(?) 

Note: anon, I propose to you something even better; a hurt/comfort part 2 of that fic??? jhehehehhehe i think thats a good idea 

It was evening time.

“You think they killed him..?” Victor muttered to Tyrus, whose face remained contemplative—then again, he always looked contemplative and calm. “There’s no way they’d believe Hector? Right?” 

Tyrus exhaled, almost bored. “Who knows?” He shook his head. “Probably not, though. Hector doesn’t have anything. Lalo’s buried, and so are the cameras and shit.”

“Mm.” Victor seemed unsatisfied with the answer. He opened his mouth but clamped it the moment a car appeared from a distance. 

Its lights blinked, and it only took you a second longer to realize that wasn’t just any car, but Gustavo’s. 

Suddenly, the silent buzzing of your brain erupted in noise. 

But, you were conscious of how your body presented itself; masking a face of calm, you waited as the car drew forth into the lot of the chicken house.  The same one that his lackeys and he had forced you and Nacho into submission, to join. 

“You took what I wanted, and now, your lives are mine and mine alone.” The venom in Gustavo’s voice was unfamiliar but commanding, and it stuck fear into you—not for death, no. 

But him. 

He had stared at you for a moment too long, and when you looked into his eyes, an abyss of dark and fire reflected back. There was no kindred brush of humanity—this was not a man, but a being bundled together by blood-laden promises. 

Someone called your name.

Your head snapped up, and it was Mike who stood there. 

Mike was looking at you strangely, but his voice betrayed nothing; “Mr. Fring needs you to drive him home. He drank.” 

You saw that the car was neatly parked, and in the passenger seat, you could make out the vague silhouette of Gustavo. 

“Victor’s gonna drive your car back home,” he said. 

Ah. That’s why he and Tyrus were in your car..?

Why’d you not notice that sooner? 

“Just go, kid. He’s waiting.” 

You nod. 

Briskly, you walk past him and pause for only a second to see Victor drive your car off before slipping into the driver’s seat of Gustavo’s car. 

There was a hesitance that dictated your movements, making them a little jerkier than what you wanted, a little obvious. 

When you sat, you acknowledged Gustavo with a nod, quick to secure the seatbelt. “Hello, sir.”

He looked at you. “Hello.” 

And, like a nervous schoolgirl, you averted your gaze and set your hands on the steering wheel. 

You were hyperaware of every move, and you hated it, fuck—your breathing felt too loud, your face too fucking warm, and your heart?—God, he could hear it, couldn’t he?—

A deep chuckle paused your swirl of thoughts. 

“I don’t bite, you know,” Gustavo said. “No need to be so nervous.” 

You breathe, your knuckles whitening as you clutched the steering wheel and carefully turned it. “I’m sorry.” Guilt pressed against the back of your neck like the blade of a guillotine.

“Don’t be. I understand.” Warmth lined his words. 

“I’m forced to work with the man that killed him, just the way you are.”

Your foot pressed a little harder on the gas than you intended, shooting the car into the road. 

God, having him this close was madness—memories of Nacho, and then of Gustavo, they all slam against each other, hurling you farther and farther down an unclimbable pit. 

Self-hatred was what it has evolved to; you did well at pretending everything was normal and well back at home. Back where his presence didn’t burn you. Back where you could shove away memories of that night—

“I’m glad, because I feel the same.”

You nearly choked on the air. 

A part of you begged to turn away and hole out those sinful thoughts, each slathered in feelings of betrayal—Gustavo, Gustavo, Gustavo—

Nacho, forgive me.

Please, forgive me? Please? 

But that was merciful. Forgiveness, for you? You’re too far gone. Atonement came in blood, but you didn’t have the fucking heart.

“Something’s tearing you apart, isn’t it?” 

Again, your brain froze at the sound of his voice, pushing everything to a halt. 

But guilt lingered. 

“I…” Should you be honest? Or lie? Was there a ‘right’ to this? What do you even do?

“Just talk.” His words were gentle. “Say anything.” 

Your breath shakily. “Could we, maybe, park the car somewhere? I can’t—I might—”

“Yes. Just pull over here.” 

‘Here’ being the open desert field with nothing in sight. 

You didn’t care though. You were more than eager to pull over to buy time—time for what, you weren’t sure at all. 

But when you stumbled out of the car, you shut the door and lean against it for a second. Your body was actively working against you, sucking out all energy you possessed and leaving you heaving with unbreakable thoughts—and those thoughts compounding to hit your skull. It almost made you feverish, and the answer to why was there—

—just as that answer is the same antidote to your slow, proverbial destruction. 

The crunch of gravel makes your head turn, and you saw that Gustavo was approaching your side of the car. 

He, however, didn’t say anything, nor seemed irritated at your state; he quietly slid by your side, standing still and staring at the shadowed landscape. 

He only said one word: “Talk.” 

You hated how easy it was to follow that command—and you loathed the underlying flutter of comfort that shot through you, a warmth that washed the guilt away like water over a wound. 

“I… you said that you still worked with the same people that killed your brother.” 

He turned his head to you and nodded. 

It was hard to hold his gaze, but you did so. 

“Then, do you feel guilty? Because you’re working with them?” 

“No,” he smiled. “Because I plan to toss them away like stones.” 

“Oh.” 

You stare at the ground. When you spoke, your voice was small—almost pathetic. “I don’t think I’ll be able to function much longer. I—fuck, it’s hard to put into words, but…”

The words were scary, but you said them anyway. “But I feel as though he’ll never forgive me. As if, the longer I, uh, humor what’s between us, he’ll hate me more and more.”

The words became harder, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but freeze. Speaking so openly—it felt wrong. Especially to Gustavo Fring, of all people. 

But, strangely, it felt right at the same time. As if he were the only person in the world who could properly understand—or, perhaps, the only person you could…

Trust? 

“Sir?” 

“Just call me Gustavo—” 

“Could you tell me something? Please?” 

Now you looked at him, and what you saw was a dilemma. 

Betrayal, or atonement.

“If I trusted you, what would you do?” You fully turned to him. You decide. “If I gave you my complete and undying faith, what would happen?” Would I come to regret it? Or regret not doing so sooner? 

Gustavo regarded you with a strange expression, one you couldn’t decipher at all. 

But you just stood there, watching his face, watching emotion flash like a film reel—each emotion as unreadable as the next. 

And then, he extended an open hand, palm upward. 

“I would cherish that trust,” he said quietly. “As though it were my own soul.” 

In his eyes, at that moment, you knew what he said was no lie. It was truth, illuminated in the moon’s gentle light that cradled Gustavo’s face. 

You set your hand on his. Then, with your other hand, you hesitantly set it on the back of his. You glance at him. 

He smiled warmly, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“You’re mine,” you whispered. 

His smile grew. “I always was.” 

[pink-gladioli]

if i see one more post talking about celest vs yumeko in a gamble im going to scream

no celest would not win, she would lose in two seconds cause yumeko didn't like to drag out gambles for an entire trial

celest lost to freaking MAKOTO in the gamble that was the third trial and you think she would win against a girl that was exposed to high stakes gambles since she was SIX?!?!?!?!

you know what, lets go over their skills and achivments that way everyone knows how little of a chance celest has:

Celest: -claims to have never lost a gamble (pre tragety and eventually proved false as shown in her loss in chapter 3) -decent maniplation skills (shown in her convincing hufumi taka assulted her) -was able to SOMEWHAT convince people she was from European blood (only somewhat as makoto deadass sees through her fake name in their first ineraction) -was reconized for her gambling skills by hopes peak -gambled illegaily since she was a young girl without getting in trouble with the law -decent intimadtion

now onto yumeko: -bet her life four times and won (ESP Game, Choice Poker, Top Idol Championship, and Nim Type Zero) -put a girl in 8,800,000 yen debt on her first day (Vote Rock-Paper-Scissors) -made a freshman cry on her second day (doesn't matter but its funny to me) -super human memorization skills (Double Memeory) -extremly good poker face -an iq on par with light freaking yagami -pretty singing voice (this doesn't matter but i think its neat :D) -won a gamble despite having a 2% chance to do so (Vote Rock-Paper-Scissors) -accumalted a debt of over 310 million and choose to stay in debt in order to gamble against a student concil memeber (eventually paid off) -won over 10 billion yen in a singel game (Choice Poker) -won a person's life in a singel game (Choice Poker) -dice manipulation since she was six without being taught -ability to read people -got POSIONED and told her friend to keep playing even though he life was on the line (Nim Type Zero) -balls of steal (ESP Game, Finger Cutting Guillotine, and Double Memory, Midaris intro) -has a chapter 13 bankruptcy kink -told a girl with a gun to fuck off to her face -was shown a life plan and didn't even flinch -won 8.1 billion at SIX YEARS OLD WITHOUT ANY PRATICE AT DICE AGAINST A GROWN WOMAN (Dice Gamble of Jabami Family Dispute) -watched her own sister and aunt lose everything in a gamble and still gambles

so yeah yumeko solos no questions asked

[kob131]

Okay so to make my stance clear on somethings and because she annoyed me-

JK Rowling.

The major point of contention with her is her support of anti-trans groups and legislation in the UK, her home country.

This is supposedly a response to Britan indulging in its usual authoritarian leanings by trying to force people to say and do what is considered 'acceptable'. Obviously you can't kill or discriminate against trans people- that would justify just about all forms of bigotry which would destabilize society. There's a reason why acceptance wins over exclusion. But enforcement and coersion through force won't change shit.

However, this idea of JK Rowling doing this because she opposes her speech being restricted, put forth to justify her position is stupid. Because Rowling regularly argues that trans people are a danger, thus her stance is most certainly one based on bigotry. She simply believes that her bigotry is correct. So of course, one should simply mock her about her views on trans people until she is either forced to change her mind in order to be accepted by wider society or let her rot in her own little hole. ... Right?

I mean, it's not like a very wide majority of her vocal detractors are, in fact, reinforcing her view on trans people because they both just so happen to attack the same group of people... Right?

... Yeah...about that.

See, the big problem with trying to change Rowling's views on trans people is because: Rowling doesn't actually seem to believe in trans people. As in, if you pay attention to her rhetoric, she doesn't seem to acknowledge trans as a classification. She more refers to it like someone normal would refer to 'minor-attracted person'- a smokescreen for a predatory group of people who seek to rebrand to gain acceptance and access to vulnerable people. And in fact, this idea that trans people are actually a different group trying to gain access to vulnerable women is a recurring theme in her arguments against it.

And which group does she think trans people actually are?

Men.

If you take a look at that link again, you'll see that she often refers to men in relation to trans people and her rhetoric around men is just a more open version of her rhetoric about trans people. In short- Rowling believes trans people are just men trying to intrude on women.

Which makes this whole issue really fucked because many of her detractors say the same thing she does about men. And because of this, Rowling likely sees herself as being entirely consistent in her beliefs and the only difference is other people's hypocrisy, which means she's going to get an overinflated sense of righteousness and moral authority. Just as well- she will never change her beliefs because of those people because they fundamentally believe the same thing. She's just more honest about it.

And not like society in general will change her mind- it generally doesn't care about men's issues. Hell, Britan cares so little that Amber Heard WON her original case with Johnny Depp back in 2020. Yes, the same woman who openly bragged about how people would side with her because of her gender actually WON her fucking case. So what pressure do you think Rowling is under by society in Britan to change her views? What makes you think Rowling changing her views wouldn't make her a BIGGER pariah in Britan?

This is a long standing issue with activism and just any kind of revolution, big or small, in general: the fact that said rebels will self identify as 'rebels' and thus assume that they are always in the right as the noble underdogs fighting the oppressive reigme. Even if they are the ones with the power. For every American Revolution that knew when to fucking stop, you get a French Revolution that thinks itself the noble revolution against the insidious monarchs. Right up until the guillotine's blade is too dull to cut butter.

For here- Rowling sees herself as the noble freedom fighter, fighting for women's rights against the oppressive men and their attempt infiltration through 'trans people'. Not realizing that she is, in fact, perpetuating the same kind of bigotry against men and to a MUCH greater extent against trans people. That she is commiting the same sins she decries. And that her detractors are the same, just with a different coat of paint.

Moral of the story? Firm principles and self reflection make better worlds.

[faithdragon36]

shes broken up with him inside her head shes just waiting for the moment the precious moment to let him know share make up with a stranger in unfamiliar beds its good for me im sure im sure its good for me i thought ill do anything you ask of me thats sure what for my fingers pressed until theyre sore its all you said its crazy we used to do this sober you wake up and thank god its over just please just let me go warsaw the place that she got her first kiss is now a vaccination clinic warsaw sat around a new smeg fridge singing were all so apathetic warsaw smiling laughing watching movies lying spread out floral duvet warsaw looks at you with earnest grace and says the fuck it is were doing i hate to say i told you but your habits wreck your head if not for fear of deep vein thrombosis id be there too i guess she just smiles at me then waits a bit like guillotine she says sometimes home is a cigarette youre too straight edge to get it id do anything you ask of me thats sure what for my fingers pressed until theyre sore its all you said its crazy we used to do this sober you wake up and thank god its over just please just let me go oh oh warsaw the place that she got her first kiss is now a vaccination clinic warsaw sat around a new smeg fridge singing were all so apathetic warsaw smiling laughing watching movies lying spread out floral duvet warsaw looks at you with earnest grace and says the fuck it is were doing it doesnt get any better you can try and try but youre just a cog in the machine apathy comforts me like a cell comforts an inmate it wont get better i assure you make no mistake were all gonna end up in the dirt ill be seeing you soon she hopes to god that i just choke she hopes to god that i just choke she hopes to god that i just choke it gets a little easier she hopes to god that i just choke she hopes to god that i just choke she hopes to god that i just choke

[crimsonxe]

Alright let’s get some fucking shit correct here @ashelyskies

a) I didn’t say K/din’s case wasn’t problematic, you fucking jackass. I did say that K/din’s case was 8 (EIGHT) fucking years ago with more of a case of ignorant views vs. bigotry. Which my sentiment is backed up by her response to one of the parties where she herself states not holding present people to the guillotine for their past shit. Anyway setting that aside: That whole thing was apologized for by one of the parties involved in it before anything was mentioned to the public (so wasn’t for brownie points) w/ said apology being accepted by her with a statement about not going after people for their past (cause really want to make sure this part gets across); yet this was still brought up and said party was still thrown to the damn wolves regardless of them doing every damn thing right. Mostly because this part wasn’t part of the initial post and was only brought up in said reply to the other party.

Now this ignorance issue is something that can be applied to multiple people, especially with ones raised in certain areas and in a pre-LGBT+ mainstreaming era where someone doesn’t fucking know better. Someone 9 years prior uses a slur, then as they get older realize how bad it is and is horrified at using it in the past. Do I categorize that person as bigoted? No I don’t. Now take that person and have them in present continuing to use the term with full knowledge of its offensive nature? Yeah, that person is a bigot. Though this distinction eludes outrage culture types (usually of the far-left variety) that think the person deserves to be considered a bigot regardless of growth or change. You grew up in a place that was forward thinking and/or in more modern times? Good for your ass, not everyone fucking got that (this will be elaborated on further down).

b) The medical side of things: corps dodge any expense they fucking can and that has nothing to do with LGBT+ status. They’re just shitty and cheap. There’s nothing I’ve seen that goes towards it being at all tied to trans status. That’s not defending RT, its seeing them as what they are a corp; hell it doesn’t even paint them in a particularly good light cause still shitty.

c) Mi/ca presented a case where she walked in to see a white board with a slur on it, as if that was just a thing at RT and/or was meant for her to see it. The full context however: People were doing a damn South Park reference, the slur wasn’t fully there as per the reference, and it wasn’t meant to be seen by anyone but them. If anything it fits the idea of two 20-something idiot SP fans  latching onto distasteful SP “jokes”. Still shitty, but context puts more onus on SP that is being referenced and the parties being idiotic 20-somethings. NOT an intentional racist attack on Mi/ca and/or other PoC that’d come across it. It was also from years ago (a recurring theme), considering that episode of SP was from 2007 (yes I googled it) on top of that. It’s called being a dumbass 20-something fan that watched a show that leans on edgy distasteful “humor”. Not only does it only go towards what RT/AH was, “dudebro edgy humor”, but doesn’t reflect current RT/AH attitudes.

Now for anyone that follows me and wants anything to do with this person? Do whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care and I’m not your parent. I’m someone that grew up in a southern state that has experience with let’s say complicated/ nuanced views as a result of it. I used to watch South Park and know the mindset of a 20-something year old in regards to it. Also while I’ve never used certain slurs, I have in my ignorance used the G slur till I ran across information that corrected how to refer to Romani cause the G slur is the only word ever used in reference to them. I have used the r word and honestly still have to fight my own ingrained response towards it, when heated; because it was something that I grew up with and had to learn to not resort to. People are not fucking born perfect or even taught how to be perfect, there’s a growth period and an intent element. Which is exactly what my point is. I’m an LGBT+ center-leftist that grew up surrounded by the right wing ignorant people including friends and family. I’ve seen some evolve from as the times have as well as their ignorance being removed who deserve to be allowed to not be called fucking bigots for past bullshit. ftr that isn’t about RT either, that’s about irl; so yeah miss my fucking ass with the outrage culture bullshit that takes a “forever damaged/tainted”/”irredeemable” approach to the subject. Now in regards to RT: shitty things were said and perpetuated in the past by ignorant younger people of the time and corps are shitty penny-pinchers that care about expenses or hell with RT management’s impression just completely inept at remembering what they agreed to pay for. I won’t get swept into the outrage culture bullshit and have my own views on things.

Now I will say to definitely go fuck your damn self for trying to frame my post in the light that your fucking ass did. I guess if someone doesn’t line up perfectly in-step with your ass, then you have to try to smear them where you can. Unfortunately for you, I ran out of “giving a shit about others’ views of me” a long ass time ago; probably around the time I got tired of burying my LGBT+ status and started using my voice as I wished. In the past meant clashing against incels and right wingers; recently its meant clashing against far-leftists who both use similar ass tactics. I have disgust towards right-wingers and just anger towards the far-leftists that more times than not shoot the overall left’s causes in the foot.  “Go woke, go broke (right wing) = outrage culture (far-left).

[laulink]

I wanna talk about the Wednesday Addams series on Netflix for a minute (or ten) because I think it's a very interesting series to study from a writing and character development point of view.

Do I think the series is good ? Yes. The mystery is rather well-handled, with enough hints you could figure out a lot of things, but also enough coincidences and false leads that you could doubt for a while and be both surprised and like "I knew it !" at the reveal, the characters and relationships are well-handled (I'll come back to that) and it was, over all, a very entertaining watch.

Do I think it's a good Addams series ? No, definitely not. Everything "Addams" in the series is very superficial (goth, "you have no heart" is a compliment, they like torture, etc) but it completely overlooks the core of what makes the Addams family so much fun and how it works : the fact that they are a reversal of every facet of “traditional” American families made for satire. Normal families try to appear perfect, with happy children playing with their dolls and cars ? Gomez and Morticia don't try to appear as anything, they are genuine, and their children, to their great delight, spend their days beheading their dolls with their guillotines, electrocuting each other and blowing things up with dynamite. American couples joke about actually hating each other ? Gomez and Morticia love each other to fucking death, even a single day apart would destroy them, and they don't try to hide it.

You'd expect that in a series focusing on Wednesday, the family's daughter, you'd find those elements again in her relationship with her parents and brother : chubby kids bullied at school is a classic trope to make them victims that their siblings want to defend, so technically speaking, the situation with Pugsley at the beginning of the series should lead to him either enjoying the bullying, taking his revenge himself, or Wednesday not being affected and him having to ask for her help, as to keep the subversion part of makes the Addams what they are ; in the same way, teenage girls always have difficulties with their relationship with their mother, so, technically speaking again, Wednesday's relationship with Morticia should either not be conflictual, or be a different kind of conflictual, a little like what we saw in the animated movie (I already felt like the conflict was forced, but it's not entirely surprising for Wednesday's character to want to try and push the limits to see how far she can go only to stop because she simply doesn't enjoy it, so it gets a pass). The fact that Wednesday plays the role of the protective big sister and is in conflict with her mother because she wants to be better than her and thinks Morticia is trying to force her into a mold where Wednesday can never show her superiority... It felt awfully strange, considering the kinds of characters we deal with.

Even in the lore and diversity of creatures represented, the Addams family movies gave us a lot more than Nevermore, and this “school for outcasts” felt a lot more like a normie community than any Addams family reunion from the movies, but that’s a little beside the point.

So yes, while I appreciate the series for its execution, some of the characters, the relationships and plot, it's not a good Addams series, specifically.

But back to the characters and relationships, shall we ? Because, like everyone else, I disliked the love triangle, but not because it was badly written, and I think it's important to say it. For better and worse, the writers managed to write something extremely cringey while also extremely understandable and fitting. With the characters and plot they had (or that they made, you could argue, but it’s a matter of perspective), the love-triangle was well-handled, despite how much all of us cringed at every scene with the boys, or rather because of how all of us cringed. Let me explain :

Tyler is the archetype of the actually nice guy who learns to care for the outcast girl, accept her quirks, goes out of his way to make her happy, show that he's interested in her, etc, and he worked well in that role for most of the series, it felt natural. He was an actually nice boy who could relate to Wednesday on some level because of his family situation, who was impressed and intrigued by her, found her quirks fun despite the weirdness... The moments the illusion crack is when he keeps acting like this even after Wednesday put him in danger or treated him like shit, even though that pushed Enid away and we already knew she would be willing to endure more than most for Wednesday. It's strange because we'd seen him go "you disappointed me" earlier in the series when he tells Wednesday he thought they had something (despite their interactions not having been all that romantic, from an objective point of view, up until then), a pretty typical way in teenage series to show that character A has feelings and character B has to step up or they'll lose them. That was a clear use of genre codes (with the twist of Thing forcing Wednesday's hand, pun intended) but it seems weird that, even though he was ready to distance himself if Wednesday didn’t return his affections well enough, Tyler becomes such a lovesick doormat after a single dance... Until you learn he's the Hyde and has been acting that way to stay close to Wednesday and thwart her plans to stop him and Thornhill. He used his character type to his advantage to fool Wednesday (and the audience) and it worked well. The bits of development he’d had until then also participated in getting us acclimated to this image of him, followed the codes that male love interests usually follow, so aside from his miraculously shallow injuries after his encounter with the Hyde, there was practically nothing to make us doubt him. Excellent use of character types and development beats.

Wednesday's acceptance of Tyler’s love is also understandable from the perspective of the character she is written as in this series : a teenage girl who wants to be special in every way (and is in some) but is still a teenage girl who is kind of lost in her life, at a crossroads where she can either evolve or stay the same, the second option being obviously a lot more reassuring. Tyler accepted her as she was and never challenged her, he didn't try to push her out of her comfort zone, was always supportive, always understanding : perfect boyfriend material for a girl who was both trying to change and stay the same, who was learning that relationships could be good but didn't want to put herself out there because it's hard and scary to make yourself vulnerable like that. She never initiated anything, but accepting Tyler's love was easy, interesting even, for it let Wednesday try something new without going out of her comfort zone all that much. She was passive in the development of their relationship, much more passive than I’ve ever seen a character be, too afraid of what emotions and relationships might entail to move in one direction or another, never trying to seduce Tyler, but also never telling him she didn’t want a boyfriend and they should only be friends/acquaintances. That’s rare, like I said, and fits this version of Wednesday like a glove. So while I wasn’t a fan of the ship, I never considered their scenes together as bad writing, because it did make sense from their characters’ perspectives : they were developing, and that development was stilted and messy, like teenagers are supposed to be.

Xavier is a lot of fun to me because he thinks himself a hero, but is nothing but pathetic. I could make a very long analysis on his character (maybe I will, at some point), but this post is gonna be long enough, so, to summarise : he sees himself as a hero from a book or series and therefore expects the codes of that character type to apply to him, mainly so the girl he likes will be impressed by his abilities (art, making it come to life, archery) and will fall for him, which is why he assumes Wednesday wants to ask him to the Rave’n. But his drawing is squashed without a second thought, his archery skills are beginner level (actual archer here, I see that from the ten years old at my club who’ve been there for three months) and not only did he and Wednesday not have a single romantic interaction to make him think she’s interested in him, she even said she’s not interested in the dance itself earlier that very day. He thinks highly of himself, but his abilities and charm don’t live up to what he thinks they are, so whenever he’s confronted to reality (Wednesday beats him, calls him an elitist snob, only asked him out to give herself an alibi, goes to the dance with Tyler), he lashes out like it’s everyone’s fault but his. He’s pathetic, and if he were real I’d hate him, but he’s very well written in that his flaws are understandable and consistent. For God’s sake, even in the finale he doesn’t get his heroic moment ! His intervention isn’t even a side-kick’s ultimately useless but welcome attempt at helping, much less a hero’s decisive strike, it’s just a burden on Wednesday who has to get hurt to protect him. But what really makes me like the way he’s written isn’t just his flaws and karma : it’s the way he’s framed. 

Throughout the very beginning of the season until the reveal, Tyler is framed as the nice guy (to help hide his identity as the Hyde) and in the same but opposite way, through most of the season (but this time from episode 2 or 3 to episode 8), Xavier is framed as a pathetic loser prone to bouts of anger when things don’t go his way. We never had much of an actual love triangle, to be honest : in the first two eps or so, both boys looked like potential, equivalent love interests, but from episode 3 or 4 we know Xavier is a bit of an asshole (then a lot of an asshole), so Tyler becomes the obvious choice, and then Tyler is revealed to be the Hyde, so neither are prospects anymore (even if no one’s told Xavier, apparently). But anyway, the show makes it clear that it doesn’t support the way Xavier thinks of himself and doesn’t give his belief that he has a chance with Wednesday any weight ; Xavier is the only one to think so. He’s an asshole and the show doesn’t try to hide it, or act like that makes him cool, it shows just how pathetic he is, and I love it.

So yeah, the love triangle is cringey, but well-written, and the show has made it clear Tyler’s not an option anymore, Xavier is a subpar one (even though he doesn’t realise that) and Wednesday only went with those idiots’ antics because she was afraid of evolving and making the wrong choice in doing so. Now that Wednesday’s more confident in her choice, more open with her emotions (thanks Enid) and since Xavier’s probably not going to change anytime soon, it seems we won’t hear of that triangle anymore XD

There’s still a lot more that I could (and want to) say about this show, its writing, its characters, their relationships, and maybe I will, but yeah, very basically, I think it’s a bad Addams show, but a good show on its own, where even the cringey parts are well-written (and maybe are cringey because it’s well-written, though I’m sure a number of us would have cringed either way) and the way it plays with characters’ traits and archetypes is smart and interesting.

[fictionkinfessions]

(cw for mentions of mass murder/genocide. the source is fucked up but i stay silly :3) wooowww, this is one hell of a kintype to just get sprung upon me without any previous signs lol uhm.. i feel like i should uh apologize before anything else for, y'know... trying to wipe out the west coast with a big robot. really not the best move on my part? uh.. yeah.. sorry doesn't really cut it for y'know... mass murder. building a big guillotine factory with a little dude. replacing a bunch of peoples heads with appliances and turning them into zombies. (i must say ,this has made the concept of objectheads very awkward to me now.) i just, y'know, can't really do much about it now, so.. sorry is the best i can come up with. oh yeah! uh to answer the whole "schrödingers katrina" shtuff, i uh.. i wasn't quite dead but i wasn't exactly full of life either. see: zombies. like i was definitely there, i wasn't completely mindless but i wasn't exactly fully consciously aware either. i don't know, whatever memories i have from then are really shaky.. wish they weren'ttt.. i wanna know too... x_X ramble aside, i hope anybody else with stars below (or hell, kenopsia in general) as a source for them are, well for one out there (i know there was an alatori a couple years back, hello if you see this!), and for second having a better time in life now. i think we deserve it, especially after a source material like that. this applies to everyone, but espcially deneko! i'm alive now, i'm doing well, and i'm currently eating some garlic knots. they're pretty good! but uh! yeah! thats all i wanted to say. have a good day kenopsiakin, mod party cat and whoever else is reading! katrina out >:3c - katrina giyatiene :3 (source is stars below! albeit its overarching series is called kenopsia, used to be called vanishing world if anybody recognizes this but not the new name lol)

[cuntkinghorr]

Lotsa opinions and possibilities. That right there is the joy of fanfiction and shipping. Even if never written down for any to see it's in someone's head. And the beauty, sadness, thoughts of that kind of intimacy and desire, that secrecy, that kind of vulnerability and personalization is really fucking beautiful to me.

Let alone all the epic shit ive read abd the funny as fuck ships I've seen. And the quirkiness. The individualism of it. I've read fanfiction that rivals, if not surpasses the best writers I have read. I've seen things I can't even imagine how someone imagined it themselves and then was able to translate it into something I grasped and enjoyed tremendously. Like how even? How?

Then there's the perverse, gory, sickening and just batshit evil or abysmally egregious, hateful, toxicity spewing and/or biggoted/lopsided and the just absurdly crazy, and in a not good way whatsoever. But I'm trying not to judge. I know I've said lots of stuff I barely even meant when I said it, let alone looking at it later on and cringing.

It's all about:

Do no harm, but take no shit.

Actual harm, not implied harm or pity/control seeking allegations and alludiations.

It's about:

Live and let live

It's gotta be:

I'll support your rights, you support mine

And righteous vengeance needs to be reinstated.

Plus we seriously need to start guillotining the 1%ers/ruling class - they're doing too much harm and fixing nothing, only making shit worse.

Blah, blah, blah. Do it Beuford. Just go and do it. Bezos, spend all of it on this world and its people, every last penny. Vaticano, finito.

Body sanctity, freedom of thought, heart, mind, physical being without interference, sabotage, take-overs, molestation, rape, kidnap, unwanted control should be a given. A right given in this fucking horrible, evil, war/fear mongering pillaging, selfish world.

Before food I want freedom

Before money I want respect

Before action I want compassion

Before power and privilege I want truth

And....

before my fear I stand with open hand..... may we ALL find sodarity one day.

But hey.....

if not..... I say avenge.

I have my hit list. Y'all got yours?

The relationship between shipping and fanfic is so much more than a binary choice between "niche ship where it's impossible to find anything" and "popular ship where it's impossible to find anything readable". There's also "niche ship that has thousands of fics because it's captured the imagination of an extremely specific kink subculture that you're not into at all", "popular ship whose writing community became established during an early hiatus and never incorporated any subsequent developments, instead diverging into an alternative canon that's unrecognisable to fans of the actual source material", "moderately well-represented ship where literally everything seems to have been written by a single impossibly prolific author whose grammatical quirks drive you up the wall", etc.

[weenie-extraordinaire]

are you genuinely not aware that Israeli military capacity is a direct function of U.S. military aid? aid that the Biden administration has been bypassing congress to send Israel more of? aid without which the IOF would not be able to continue its genocidal military operations? aid that the Biden administration could cut off at any time? do you just completely ignore the actual news and then accuse other social media users of being "extremely online"????

Israel gets most, but not all, of it's munitions from the US, yes. The United States has been providing weapons to Israel since the 60's, they collaborated to design a rifle, and more currently, they have an agreement through to 2028 for military spending for anything their little hearts desire. What will blow your mind is that there were dozens to potentially hundreds of smaller military aid packages that have been sent that didn't require congress to approve, due to being under a certain monetary amount; primarily missiles, "smart" bombs, and tank munitions. The aid that's being requested is aid that the Biden administration's hands are tied over because it's being requested for "self defense." Despite that, the Biden administration managed to deny requests from Israel for 2,000 pound bombs. But as long as the US and Israel are allies with treaties, agreements, etc. they cannot simply stop all outgoing aid without consequences.

I didn't personally fuck up your country, and you should see the original post that papasmoke cribbed two sentences out of. But yeah, no, y'all are terminally online if you cannot recognize that the USA has been a willing participant in the Israeli genocide of Palestinians since they began arming Israel. It's not a new thing. It's not exclusively Biden's fault. And the salient point to recognize is not that they could not continue their bombings without those arms shipments. It's that they could not continue using their smart-guidance aircraft-fired missiles. They have plenty of other munitions that are just as lethal if not nearly as accurate.

I seem to have poked a hornets nest of people who oppose the genocide in Palestine, not by taking active actions, but by immediately attacking anyone who:

recognizes this occupation(and continued genocide) of Palestine has been happening for decades

is aware that the USA is bound to Israel militarily, economically, and politically

recognizes that Biden is the President of the USA, not the President of Israel

points out that describing the US election as a "contest between 99% Hitler and 100% Hitler" is incredibly unhelpful and terminally online

So I'll just mosey on off of Tumblr for tonight, so the ideological purists that have come to slay me may thus dream of the world where they drag me to the guillotine for the high crime of not believing Biden can make a 70+ year genocide halt simply by saying they can't have more bullets. :(