#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. 

[genderkoolaid]

Do you genuinely believe we can somehow change the hearts and minds of billionaires and politicians in power in for example the USA in a way that will actually result in a radical change in and improvement of conditions for folks currently oppressed under capitalism in the USA and hopefully globally? If so, how?

This is coming from someone who really would like to believe pure nonviolence is possible but who does not see much of an actual way forward for that. That said I do not see those billionaires and politicians as "nonhuman", I don't think that's productive and I think dehumanizing anyone who is factually a human person as a practice is dangerous so I am in agreement with you there. Thanks for your time if you choose to share your thoughts.

What I like about Against the Logic of the Guillotine is that it isn't for pure nonviolence. It breaks down the false binary that our options are "let the streets run red with blood until our every thirst for revenge is slaked" or "punching nazis makes you as bad as them 🥺"

& i think that binary is tempting because it absolves us of a responsibility to think deeply about things. if all revolutionary violence is good and justified, then you don't have to think too hard about the violence, you just see it & condone it. If all violence is bad and morally evil, then you still don't have to think too hard to condemn it. Our options are like, moral baby food.

But if we reject that binary, then there is no easy answer. Its not as easy as "yes leftist violence is always justified" or "any violence ever is always unjustified." You have to ask yourself, what am I doing? Why? What does this accomplish? Who is affected by this? What do they have to say? It makes us look at the actual nature of our violence and pick it apart and see where we have fucked up and where we might fuck up again. Its a lot more messy and also requires that we form relationships with others & genuinely listen to what they have to say. Its much much harder than Violence Good or Violence Bad but its also much more capable of adapting to the needs of people in the complicated situations where we find ourselves.

My opinion is that we will not reach anti-capitalism and anti-imperialism without violence. But more than anything, its because the systems in power will not let us. I think the foundation of the Revolution (in a more abstract sense of the word) must be community. We should focus our efforts most on building local networks of mutual support. If people suddenly find themself in a community that has free public food gardens & a community fridge, where people are already practicing transformative justice, etc. etc. then it will become materially obvious that we don't need to rely on the current system to survive. It will become clear that the current system is more of a hindrance to what we could do if we were not being controlled. And then people will be more likely to support any revolutionary violence that becomes necessary, because they will see their neighbors and know that when the dust settles, they know how to care for each other through shitty situations. Violence should really be the topping on a cake of community & indispensability politics.

Also this line from AtLotG really changed my perspective on "punishing the rich":

The worst punishment anyone could inflict on those who govern and police us today would be to compel them to live in a society in which everything they’ve done is regarded as embarrassing—for them to have to sit in assemblies in which no one listens to them, to go on living among us without any special privileges in full awareness of the harm they have done. If we fantasize about anything, let us fantasize about making our movements so strong that we will hardly have to kill anyone to overthrow the state and abolish capitalism. This is more becoming of our dignity as partisans of liberation.

"If we fantasize about anything, let us fantasize about making our movements so strong that we will hardly have to kill anyone to overthrow the state and abolish capitalism" really sums it up for me.

[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

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 85 Capitol Crimes

Murdle Advent Day 6

Cosmonaut Bluski has been turned into a delightful cookie (at Fletch's request)!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Before Logico can ask what happened to Lady Violet, he and Irratino are grabbed by guards.

GUARD: We knew you were there. LOGICO: Took you long enough. IRRATINO: Wait, Logico, they’ll kill us!! GUNMETAL: No… we have a better place for you.

They’re dragged all the way to the Capitol - Major Red’s fortress! The bumbling Admiral Navy waves weakly to the captives, not really knowing why he’s there. Manservant Brownstone lurks in a corner, and the eagle himself stares them down at his desk. With a little Taupe reading a book alongside him!

The guards bring the boys right up to the desk. Major Red inches right into their faces.

RED: [whispering menacingly] I brought you here… for a murder.

The oxymorons are too afraid to speak. Red had just tried to kill Irratino, hadn’t he? But no. Red slowly points to a random dead human in the office.

RED: My secretary… 

Logico stays silent, but is very confused on why he’s being so merciful. The guards drop him and Tino and leave them to do their thing.

Sitting in front of the Iron Tsar’s helmet (which of course Red has proudly on display), a bruised Taupe is reading the Big Red Book. Logico runs over to it.

LOGICO: Oh my god, you’re alright. Thank god you’re alright! I was so worried!

Red pushes Logico away.

RED: I saw this poor soldier being barraged by his own party. I killed them all and gave him refuge… if one of you lays a hand on him, I’ll kill you immediately.  TAUPE: .-.. --- --. .. -.-. ---/..-. .-. .. . -. -.. RED: Quiet.

Irratino peeks at the book and reads a quote aloud.

IRRATINO: “Either I will kill the Tsar, or the Tsar will kill me, or someone else will, or we’ll die from natural causes”??

Red screeches really loud, in hopes that people will pay attention to that instead of what he wrote. His feathers grow misaligned and he starts sweating. Logico enters a room to look for clues.

RED: DON’T GO IN THERE!!!

Logico glares at him in confusion.

LOGICO: I have to if you want me to solve this murder.

Ignoring Red, who could kill him at any moment, he bursts open the door to reveal… a small movie theater, with a paused still of Midnight Studios’ Murdle movie up on the screen. Logico slowly turns around and glares in confusion again. Red brings his hat down to cover his eyes. 

Irratino swings a pendulum around, looking for (you guessed it) esoteric evidence. But it only attracts the attention of Taupe. Like a cat, it starts following Irratino everywhere.

IRRATINO: Ok, easy bud… 

Fixated on the thing’s swinging, Taupe pounces, knocking Irratino to the ground. Goat Lord sobs lightly in pain. Taupe grabs the pendulum with its foot and steals it as its new keepsake.

Admiral Navy is asleep, and Logico finds the killer ducked in the private theater.

M. BROWNSTONE: You really thought I was a Red? Even after I drove off in a limo?! LOGICO: No one thought you were a- M. BROWNSTONE: Like Beloved Butler Beryl before me, I shall live and die to restore the aristocracy to its former glory! And we shall serve them in peace and happiness! LOGICO: What peace and happiness involves mass murder?! IRRATINO: Who’s Beloved Butler Beryl?

Logico doesn’t want to answer. Red confronts Brownstone

RED: You say you’re not a Red, and that’s literally exactly what we are trying to do. M. BROWNSTONE: Oh really? Go fuck yourself!

Cold silence. 

RED: Death penalty. M. BROWNSTONE: What??

Guards hand him and carry him away. 

M. BROWNSTONE: WAIT! NO! I DIDN’T MEAN IT! I’LL BE A RED!! LOGICO: That’s not right… no, that’s not right! What are you DOING?! RED: Did you already forget who I was?

Irratino sees Brownstone being led to the guillotine, and tries to run to him.

RED: You are not leaving yet.

The end!

At least we can all collectively agree that Taupe never does anything wrong ever and that every action is out of well-meaning and innocence

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[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.

[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. :(

[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).

[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)

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 83 Murder at the Guillotine

Murdle Advent Day 4

Signor Emerald is excellent at tree decoration, no matter how tall. But he will not give up any of his gems to the public eye!

My GOD this episode is late 😭

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Logico doesn’t bother to sleep. He runs straight to the public guillotine. Although it’s not quite a guillotine. A flat board with limb restraints and a blade hanging above… it looks more like they’re planning to cut the goat in half. The first thing he hears is Superfan Smoky’s horrible child voice shouting

SMOKY: Look, a MURDER! 

Logico screams. They can’t have done it early. He runs as fast as his no legs will carry him, falling on the ground behind the suspects. 

R. CRIMSON: Oh. YOU got here.

She was planning on gleefully watching Irratino’s demise, even though Logico helped save her in the last episode. Judge Pine and Hero Taupe are also there. 

LOGICO: WHERE IS HE?  R. CRIMSON: Wouldn’t you like to know.

Logico karate-chops her leg and grabs her by the throat.

LOGICO: WHERE IS HE. R. CRIMSON: HE’S STILL IN PRISON!!!

The murder was of the person who was going to kill Irratino. Whoever did this murder is a hero, without question. Logico’s relief is overwhelming. But he still has to solve the murder, even if he was for it.

LOGICO: Why are you here? SMOKY: My dad said he’s always wanted to see a live execution! He’s not here, but I can still be! 

Rad twirls around a hammer and sickle.

R. CRIMSON: I wanted to see if the kill guy would let me bash a few brains. But he can’t, because apparently he’s DEAD!!!

Taupe runs over and flops into Logico, attempting to give an armless hug. 

LOGICO: I know, my friend. I will not let them get to Irratino. No matter what. [pats its knee]

Smoky has disappeared, and is up in the guard tower. 

SMOKY: This place has so many vampires and princesses, I’ll be a great fit! I’M GONNA RULE ALL OF DRAKONIA! Hey… Drakonia sounds like Dragon!

Rad runs up there and SHOVES HIM OFF THE EDGE! Thank GOD Smoky can manage to fly with those pathetic tiny wings of his.

R. CRIMSON: You think I’ll let a child take over MY country? Well I would! If they weren’t RIGHT-WING!! I’ll keep a fist locked DEAD into this land with my TWO LEFT HANDS!

Logico takes a second look. She really does have two left hands. How did he not notice this until now? No, NO! There’s more important things to do. Why hasn’t Pine said anything? Logico sees her by the machine, holding a taser and shaking.

LOGICO: P- PINE: Logico I… I can’t go on with this. This isn’t justice. Even if I don’t decide what justice is, this ain’t it. I need to break this machine down for good.

Logico nods. For once, he is seeing good coming from others.

PINE: [quietly] I’m gonna live forever. LOGICO: …That too. Sure.

Irratino, in his cage, can feel Logico nearby. He jumps and flails, climbing the bars and hitting his head on the ceiling. He’s so close to being free!

Logico discovers that the killer of the killer was Taupe. Taupe saved Irratino’s life!

TAUPE: ………… <3 R. CRIMSON: YOU did this? You’re one of the ROYALS?! LOGICO: How does saving Irratino make him one of the Royals??

A plethora of Red supporters run out of the crowd and start beating down the big-hearted statue. Logico can’t bear to see it.

LOGICO: STOP!!! TAUPE: [weakly] --. ---

Logico’s eye wells up with gratitude, and he runs into the jail, tearing the bars off the wall with his bare hands.

IRRATINO: What the fuck! Logico! We’re free! I’m free!  LOGICO: Come on, we don’t have much time!

The two duck behind a building.

IRRATINO: Where are we gonna go? Can we go to the mansion? LOGICO: Wait. 

A newspaper on the ground has suspicious info about the Violet Isles. But that’s where everything began!!

The end!

wawawawa this is so late i had shit i had to do vjdnfgkbjdfgbn

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!