#Story: Class Live

[happywitchesofnewdi]

"Hey Natsume, remember that sleepover you WEREN'T invited to? 🤪" is probably my favorite recurring bit. I hope it never dies.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice

[freyadragonlord]

How do I explain how married Han Yoojin and Sung Hyunje are in the post-epilogue Side Stories without sounding like I am exaggerating or making things up...

[zivazivc]

my brainrot about these two can be measured in liters

[grimbeak]

imo both gattaca and asteroid city are movies that unless you are able to see queer relationships in media for what they are (not just oh he was depressed and it was an ableist choice and that's it, oh augie was the only one grieving and jones wasn't), and i don't mean maliciously, because i've noticed that a lot of people just Genuinely Do Not Fucking Get It.

i expected to talk about the hair cutting implications at the end of gattaca when we discussed it in my film class last year and we didn't at all. like you guys watched the same movie right. you saw vincent give irene a single strand of hair as a gesture of romantic love and then at the end when jerome gave vincent a large amount of his own hair what did you see that as. what did you think was happening there. you cannot seriously think that jerome kills himself just because he thinks he's useless now because his completely platonic roommate doesn't need him anymore and the director wanted to be ableist. that cannot seriously be what you got out of the movie.

this morning my analysis of asteroid city was the only one that mentioned jones's and conrad's romantic relationship and acknowledged that jones was grieving throughout the entire movie. after hearing it one of my classmates was like "oh what you said with jones and the directors relationship i see that now". ... my brother in christ. they kissed on screen. they held hands. i just. okay. it's not like jones is clearly still mourning off set or anything. it's not like his grief is so much more obvious and real when he speaks about it through metaphor instead of him directly mentioning augie's dead wife or anything. it's not like he was desperate for an answer, to understand the play completely so that he could grieve conrad the "right" way, to really burn his hand on the griddle so he could finally understand what conrad wanted from the character and what he was trying to say. obviously that's just a hidden bonus interpretation instead of the Actual Fucking Plot Of The Movie.

[narfin-frood]

What do you think wander lore would be like if we had a third season ?

i really don't know, it would depend on how much of his backstory was ever intended to be revealed. like he gets close to talking about the other names people used for him in the past, and he's excited to show sylvia what he was up to a thousand years ago, but like, would we get an explanation for that little shaking wander he's so afraid of in the wanders? would we get to know what made wander so helpless he wanted to make sure nobody ever felt that way again? would we see a home planet, or a family, or any old traveling companions? or is he doomed to be vague because it makes him more magical?

honestly i think it would probably include like. a couple of little lore-drops to expand on a little more, but it wouldn't leave the audience without like a hundred more questions. i think the speculation is really fun, anyway, so i dunno if i would rather know his full life's story or if i'd rather keep guessing at whatever is most interesting to me. im just like these people except cooler and less wrong (slash j)

and tbh i don't have any real headcanons for wander's actual origin point because everything i think about feels a little unsatisfying and makes him a little too dr who. in my head, wander's been around for however long it takes the universe to forget the imprint of whatever brought him into existence in the first place, and that's all i can speculate on without feeling like melodie and her expansive tale of family and feels or whatever

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 425: New Normal

Previously on BnHA: Everyone was all “and with that we conclude our final battle for better or worse!! We will now commence our slow return to the new normal, beginning with our protagonist and deuteragonist who are miraculously more or less intact, albeit exhausted and mildly traumatized. Also the words ‘more or less’ are kind of doing a lot of heavy lifting there.”

Today on BnHA: The Big 3 and Aoyama are OUT. Shinsou is IN. The Tododrama is PENDING, and the mysterious figure in the shadows is UNIDENTIFIED. Also class 1-A finally becomes class 2-A and it only took them 425 chapters and TEN LONG YEARS. Can you imagine if this series had actually run throughout their high school experience like people once expected. “THE YEAR IS 2044 AND MY HERO ACADEMIA IS FINALLY WINDING TO A CLOSE.” There’s an alternate universe somewhere where this actually happened and we were all so very, very tired.

This is once again a shorter than usual reaction summary post, as opposed to my typical page-by-page liveblog. Not gonna have time to do those for a while yet most likely, but like hell am I gonna miss out on the last days of the series, so here we are.

Once again basing this off of @pikahlua’s spoiler translation summary here!

watching the eighteen inch tall Rat Principal standing at a podium overseeing this graduation ceremony is surreal in the most wonderful way. it’s like receiving your diploma from a sentient Funko Pop

I love how they established that Mic sitting there screaming at the top of his lungs is also a beloved U.A. graduation tradition, and that the senpais just roll with it while everyone else is in varying stages of trying to decide if it’s too late to transfer to another school

ngl sometimes I forget that Ochako and Toga were actually the second canonical f/f ship in this series. shoutout to Hadou and her adorable girlfriend whose name I absolutely cannot recall

absolutely wild that Horikoshi gives credit to Rat Principal for coordinating the entire disaster recovery nationwide. are you serious. the “world-famous” Principal Nezu?? you’re telling me this little capybara is effectively the secret president of Japan now or something. when does he even sleep

“the principal made great contributions to quirk morality education” is also a VERY interesting tidbit that I really want to know more about. “hey guys what if we did a better job at teaching people not to be dicks with their quirks” AND JUST LIKE THAT JAPAN WAS SAVED huzzah

“we lost many things, but we gained nothing” is both HILARIOUS and soundly depressing, but I can see what he’s trying to get at. still an odd choice for a graduation speech though. “our job is all about harm reduction, and we couldn’t even do that this time around, but in the future we hope to balance things out and maybe even get some net positive impact going!” lmao. again it’s all true, and in all honesty it’s spectacular that they managed as well as they did, all things considered. and I guess it would have been disingenuous to just ignore the reality of everything this particular school body has been through and pretend like everything is great right now. but I still can’t help feeling like there was probably a more inspiring way to get this message across lol

regardless of what he says, Aizawa 100% either bribed or threatened Rat Principal behind the scenes in order to stay with his class. and will do so again next year. he can and will keep getting away with it. he is never leaving these kids

and the sheer relief from all of them upon hearing it is all the justification he needs. these kids have four thousand nine hundred and seventeen accumulated traumas among them. they don’t need a four thousand nine hundred and eighteenth. this man is their father ffs. MINA WAS CRYING AND EVERYTHING

Kacchan watched that YouTube video about a dozen times until he managed to tie his tie all on his own with the one hand. and he did an amazing job. he’s such a model citizen now

also it looks to me like he has his right arm hidden in a sling underneath his shirt, which is interesting. if I’m not mistaken (and I very well could be, since it’s been a hot minute since I did any BnHA timeline math), the final battle took place sometime in early May, so this chapter is taking place roughly one month later. the hospital chapter took place about a week after the battle, so it’s been about 3-4 weeks since then. I really want to know what kind of shape Kacchan’s arm is in, but I guess Horikoshi will get to it when he gets to it

also, “we all gotta be together today” was a real wakeup call to me in that it gave me just an absolutely ridiculous amount of feels. just a totally unreasonable amount. and it’s like. listen, self. Kacchan has completed his character growth arc. he’s a team player and a leader who loves all his friends and they all love him in return. we’ve known this for years now. it’s an established fact. you can’t keep bursting into tears or whatever every time he shows it. this is no way to live your life. I need an intervention

anyways later this evening class 2-A is gonna have a celebratory movie night in the common room, and Kacchan is gonna fall asleep two minutes in peacefully surrounded by all his classmates, and they’re all gonna nudge each other and smile fondly and cover him with a blanket and stay up until 2am and Aizawa will have no mercy on them the following morning. it’s gonna be so wholesome you guys

(ETA: I decided to go back and have some more feels about this one tiny Kacchan panel, because apparently the four paragraphs I already wrote about it weren't enough. so the thing is, Sero's wonderment at Katsuki being out of the hospital initially read to me as half bemused awe, and half "oh boy, time to get back into our usual rhythm of antagonizing Kacchan!" but my second time around, I can't help remembering that all of Kacchan's classmates got to watch this kid getting tortured and strangled and stabbed through the heart in 4K. like, even if they were busy with their own fights at the time, there's no way they didn't see the footage later on afterwards.

and that had to have been traumatic for them. their friend literally died and was just lying there so still for so long afterwards. and him getting better and going back to his usual asskicking self later on doesn't just erase those memories, you know? especially with him having lasting, permanent damage afterward. not just his arm, even! like who even knows if his heart is going to be okay long term. when people get organ transplants they have to go on immunosuppressants afterwards because otherwise their body will try to attack the replacement organ. so I wonder how exactly it works when it's still your heart, but it's being held together by various bits and pieces of a spindly little floss man. idk, but I bet you it's still pretty rough.

anyway so long story short, I'm now reading this as one-third bemused awe, one-third joking antagonism, and one-third genuine "no seriously, is it okay for you to be here, please don't do anything to put your health at risk because we seriously cannot handle you dying on us again." and Kacchan's not even disagreeing with him lol, which has to be the most concerning thing of all. "they said it's okay if I rest." even he knows he's pushing it, but it was too important of an occasion to miss. anyway please take it easy kiddo.)

Aoyama leaving makes me sad but it makes total sense for his character after what he’s been through. he needs time to sort things out and continue down his own personal honor-regaining journey. respect

also glad to hear that it was his own choice and that both Rat Principal and Nao would have supported him if he stayed. I still to this day do not understand Naomasa’s actual level of authority lol. like, he’s supposedly a detective, and yet he seems to be personally in charge of every single important police operation, on like a national level. and he has the authority to make decisions like letting Aoyama go free. he is the law, literally

Aoyama trying to feed Deku some farewell cheese also took me out. like he just walked in there and was all “sorry everyone, I’m leaving, but I’ll still aim for the path of a hero and will one day return, don’t you worry!” and at some point in the midst of this tearful speech he made a beeline directly to Izuku and tried to give him some cheese that he apparently just had in his pocket or something. and Izuku was all “YEAH!” all solemnly but HE DIDN’T EVEN TOUCH THAT POCKET CHEESE. like he loves you and accepts you for who you are Yuuga but COME ON

at this point in the chapter it also became clear to me that Aizawa has his hair up in some sort of loosely assembled messy bun and that’s why it looks so especially flowing and gorgeous today. this is great cinema

and then AT LONG LAST, the admission of Shinsou into class 2-A. they tried everything they could to keep him out, BUT NOT EVEN THE END OF THE WORLD COULD STOP HIM. his rightful place

Ojiro’s scandalized response to hearing Fuwa refer to Aizawa as “Era-sen”, and then Fuwa subsequently revealing all of Aizawa’s secrets and Aizawa getting flustered and kicking her out, was one of the most delightful sequences I’ve read. “nooooo don’t tell them that, what the hell am I gonna threaten them with now”

Izuku has not even attempted to crack a smile since the final battle, aside from when he was frantically trying to reassure Kacchan in the hospital. I’m worried about him but also loving this a little bit, ngl. I am content to wait for you to eventually have a proper breakdown, mister Greatest Hero

also I singled him out on the whole not-smiling thing, but really this is true for just about all of them. my heart aches :(

were there really so many people freaking out over Izuku’s hair that Horikoshi felt compelled to throw in that “HEY DEKU-KUN, YOU SHAVED YOUR HAIR LIKE THAT DUE TO AN INJURY, RIGHT? BUT IT’LL GROW BACK, RIGHT!?” line in there lol. the hilarious thing is that this chapter was already in the books before 424 was released, so it means that Horikoshi anticipated the backlash ahead of time. the man knows his audience

and now for this mysterious little barefoot man randomly emerging from some rubble somewhere. who are you. fandom already thinks you’re everyone from Tenko to Hisashi lol. my personal theory is that he’s just a random citizen who’s hurt and traumatized and needs help. and unlike what happened with baby Tenko once upon a time, this young man actually will be helped by a hero in his moment of need, and it’ll be all hopeful and stuff because SOCIETY IS CHANGING FOR THE BETTER NOW HOORAY

or maybe he really is Tenko, idk. what do I know lol. don’t listen to me

lastly, Shouto out here immediately leaving U.A. after class and ruining my dreams of a class 2-A movie night. FINE THEN. GO AND BE WITH YOUR FAMILY my precious little life preserver. and I’m actually really, really excited to see what their endgame is actually, so yes, Horikoshi, bring it on please and thank you

[finelythreadedsky]

 On one level the book is about the life of a woman who is hardly more than a token in a great epic poem, on another it’s about how history and context shape how we are seen, and the brief moment there is to act between the inescapable past and the unknowable future. Perhaps to write Lavinia Le Guin had to live long enough to see her own early books read in a different context from the one where they were written, and to think about what that means.

-Jo Walton

[flight-of-icarus]

Me spreading propaganda for everyone to read Absolute Superman 🌀🌀🌀

(There is something about this version of superman that really struck me and had such a big impact on my brain)

[acediscowlng]

still on my spn rewatch, and like. okay. i am not usamerican so i am definitely missing a lot of things here so i haven't mentioned it until now. but there's also something to be said about the class disparity of supernatural. how the hunter life which is both poor and rural is contrasted with the apple pie life which is usually life in the suburbs or the city. and how poverty in rural america is valorized and idealized as somehow more worldly, more knowledgeable, and ultimately more moral than the normal world.

[doctorsiren]

mental illness is getting so invested in reading the Odyssey for your Greek and Roman Lit class that instead of reading books 5-8 of the Odyssey today during your 2 hour gap from 12 - 2 PM between your first class and your Greek and Roman Lit class, you instead read books 5-16 and realize you missed your Greek and Roman Lit class at 2 PM

Because you were too busy reading ahead in the book for that class

I learned an hour later that he had cancelled our class today anyways

[curiosity-killed]

indulgence

[ALT ID: A digital illustration of two men making out, seen through a window on a rainy night. Both were long, layered robes and one is pressed against a tapestry on the wall with his head tilted back to let the other kiss down his neck.]

[meet-the-net]

𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

Just half a year later. Mere four thousand three hundred hours. Squeezed between had been some off days, but generally, Ned had lived through six months of hell. An infinite seeming loop of killing and dying. Uncountable rebirths through technology. Each free moment spent trying to get a hold of his displaced parents. Each foiled plan of establishing contact fueling his belligerence. At least the village itself held enough memories to soothe him into reminiscing better days. Until the dreaded letter was delivered.

The unsigned paper informed Ned of a thing called "location rotation", that BLU's and RED's time on Selbyen was up. Furthermore, they reported that the buildings of Selbyen had been riddled with bullets beyond repair that its upkeep was no longer a viable strategy for the company. Two small passenger airplanes would arrive the following day to take the teams “back” to the USA. Petrified of forever leaving the only place he’d ever known, Ned’s flight instinct overpowered him once more – as it did when Team Fortress Industries had first arrived – and he crammed himself beneath the floorboards in his bedroom that usually held his secrets. That night, he was the secret. An ever so disorganized stampede of indifferent mercenaries boarded the planes, navigated by administratively decreed pilots. A head count only came to one of their minds, halfway across the Atlantic at that. Short of one head – and a bit ashamed of not having noticed earlier – the “bravest” member of BLU was determined by vote and pushed stepped forth to gingerly admit their mistake to their purple pilot. To not delay their arrival any further – transporting a bunch of assassins with twitching, trigger happy fingers and immense boredom was a hazardous job – administration decided to deploy their fallback. Ripped from his Manndatory vacation, The BLU Pilot was tasked to either capture and return The Net… or “terminate his contract”.

Caught staring at the horizon that’d swallowed the plane containing the teammates he’d become accustomed to, the roaring of a small private two-seater plane from behind him left him exposed as a deer in headlights. Hiding quickly turned out to be a futile endeavor with every meter the plane crept closer to the short rocky path serving as an impromptu runway. After short, exasperated exhortation – The Pilot really had better things to do than chauffeur this stubborn fisherman across the globe – Ned agreed that the agonies endured and the time spent getting moderately accustomed to everyone in that half year would’ve been for naught, if he were to cast away his life contract, and therefore his family’s steady income, due to such rashness. After whispering bitter farewells to the sand, the shells, the seagulls and smoking his last cigarette on Norwegian grounds, Ned and his entire life contained in solely the two suitcases they’d found in the cargo hold, entered the airplane. Eighteen hours were spent in the air – it took Ned about four of them to cast a first glance out of the window, viewing the sea from heights he’d never been at in his life – and six hours in different airports for refueling the plane, their stomachs and their minds. After countless amounts of cigarettes smoked inside the cockpit and conversations made unpreventable by the confined space, but eventually appreciated and sought out, the airplane wheels touched American ground. The Badlands await him.

[big-sankaku]

Shades of Stars excerpt - A falling Star (102nd Class Novel)

Here's the translation of the free sample of the 102nd class novel, ~Shades of Stars~. The sample was published for free on Hasunosora Official twitter account

Author : Teren Mikami  (Hasunosora Scenario Team) -------------------------------------------------------- Fujishima Megumi was forced by her mother to enroll in Hasunosora Girls' High School. Just as she was starting to lose hope in her high school life, she notices a recruitment poster of School Idol Club... and then she's suddenly dragged away by a short senior!? Inside the clubroom, Otomune Kozue and Yugiri Tsuzuri were waiting. Later, together with Megumi, they would eventually be known as the "The Great Triangle." Initially, Megumi viewed the club activity as merely a way to pass the time, but as she was gradually influenced by Kozue and Tsuzuri’s passion, they start working together to put on a successful live for the Nadeshiko Festival.

She can heard it.

“Megumi-chan, you're the cutest in the class!"

“Hehe.”

The young elementary school girl responds with a shy smile.

She can heard it.

"Megumi-chan, you're the cutest in school!"

“Really~?”

Now as an elementary school girl, she responds with a smile that suggests she doesn’t entirely mind the praise.

She can heard it.

“Fujishima-san, you're the cutest in town!”

“Aha, you think so too~?”

The middle school girl, surrounded by friends, puffs out her chest as if it were only natural.

It’s only natural that Fujishima Megumi is cute.

No matter what, I've always moved forward, after all.

In a pure, fluffy white world, a sweet, milk-like voice is heard from somewhere.

"Megu-chan is cute. For Ruri, Megu-chan is the cutest."

Megumi narrows her eyes like a cat that has had its chin tickled and smiles contentedly.

Geez, you always speak the truth right away. Ruri-chan.

And then Megumi awoke. An unpleasant beeping electronic sound woke her up, and what awaited her was reality. A room designed for just one person. A mountain of cardboard boxes that had yet to be touched. And iron bars stuck in the window. 15 years old Fujishima Megumi. The girl groaned, as if the world was coming to an end, in a voice that was not cute at all. “Arrrrgggh... this is the worst.”

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

Hasunosora Girls' High School.

A prestigious all-girls boarding high school, known for its rich history and excellence in the arts. For students in cultural clubs in the Hokuriku region, it was a place everyone dreamed of at least once. A pinnacle of admiration.

But…

(To the right—a rich young lady! To the left—a rich young lady), Megumi grumbled internally.

Today was the opening ceremony. As she stood in the grand auditorium, surrounded by students, they all looked like purebred pets trapped in gilded cages.

The thought that she was now one of them sent a chill down her spine.

(How the hell did this happen!?)

She clenches her fist tightly.

(I’m Fujishima Megumi, goddamn it!!)

She had debuted as a child star in elementary school, quickly becoming a beloved presence on television. Her career had climbed steadily, and by middle school, she had even secured a regular spot on a show. Not just on local broadcasts in Kanazawa—she had gone nationwide. From the northernmost reaches of Hokkaido to the southern isles of Okinawa.

A rising star, a nationwide sensation—that was Fujishima Megumi. A beautiful young talent at her peak.

And yet—

Behind her back, her mother had been making moves.

The problem? Megumi had too much talent. She was undeniably on the path to success. Like a wheel rolling downhill, she was gaining momentum—her hard work paying off and she got a lot of fans. Everyone around her was working just as hard.

There was no time to worry about anything else, that's why she slightly neglected her studies.

All of this was because she'd gotten the lowest score in a test and had casually broken a promise to attend some study-sessions. Her mother was furious about it.

For those minor infractions, she was forced to suspend her activities for three years and was forced to go to a boarding school where she needed permission even to go outside. This was too much.

If she had continued her career, she could have conquered the world within three years.

But her mother’s tyranny—forcing her to "learn common sense for the sake of her future". She broke that dream.

So what if she got a zero on a test? If school was about gaining skills for a career, she had already found her career.

In fact, she was earning so much that she didn’t even need to attend high school!

(Ugh. So frustrating! So frustrating!)

Megumi, fueled by ambition and relentless determination, refused to submit without resistance.

She fought back against her mother with everything she had.

Using every bit of skill she learned from her career, Megumi tried everything. She flattered her, appeased her, persuaded her, and eventually conceded. She tried to make her sympathize and even weaponize her tears. When none of that worked, she lost her temper, ran away from home, and desperately tried to get her agency on her side. And yet, every single attempt ended in failure.

Her mother, despite being a regular office worker, possessed a wealth of life experience  that Megumi could ever hope to match.

In the end, after losing the battle against her mother, Megumi found herself standing here—as a student of Hasunosora Girls' High School.

Dressed in its uniform, a reddish-brown fabric and pale green scarf. This uniform was nothing but a symbol of her defeat. Even a platinum-grade talent had no way to shine in the mountains, where no light could reach it. Just like the other students, a life where she would be reduced to just a number was about to begin. It was unbearable. Utterly. With a bitter glare, she looked up toward the stage, where a girl stood, delivering a speech as the freshman representative, welcoming them all to this new chapter of their lives.

“On this day, with the arrival of the spring breeze, we embark on our journey at Hasunosora Girls' High School. Thank you so much for holding such a grand ceremony for us today. I would like to send my gratitude on behalf of all the new students.”

(Who said you could represent us?)

The girl had long hair that was simply tied in a sloppy way*. However, her dignified posture was exactly what Megumi had in mind when she thought of a "refined and well-behaved young lady" and, to put it bluntly, she was the type of person she would never be able to make friends with. 

She was probably good at studying too. Her family was surely wealthy, the kind that owned a grand piano in their lavish home. She had probably been pampered like a delicate flower since childhood, growing up with extravagant Christmas parties surrounded by relatives.

“That concludes my speech as the freshman representative.”

The girl, who showed no signs of nervousness, completed her speech with ease. She bowed gracefully and applause erupted around the hall. Having finished her job, the girl turned around and stepped down from the podium.

An attractive face. A graceful movement. Her composed expression made it clear—this was nothing new to her. She had been doing things like this her whole life.

Her cool gaze looked straight ahead. For a moment, Megumi thought their eyes met. But it was fleeting. In an instant, the girl had already disappeared into the rows of students.

(…Yeah, this is exactly the kind of place Hasunosora is.)

Another dull speech began.

A complete waste of time.

Megumi let out a deep sigh in her heart.

*In case you didn't catch it, the freshman representative is Kozue.

[asgardian--angels]

things I wish I could relive for the first time again:

that magical window where you finish a new piece of media, having watched/read it all by yourself with no fandom contact whatsoever, and you are just so happy about it, and full of interesting theories and takeaways, and just in love with it as a gorgeous piece of art.

because I swear to god as soon as you join the fandom for anything, you're bombarded with how you're supposed to view characters and their arcs, how you're supposed to morally and ethically judge the plot and the ways it apparently failed to present the right message, and if you don't you'll either be shunned for not sharing the popular headcanons or you'll be harassed for not criticizing the source material enough.

like how is it that the fans of a piece of media are also the ones being the most negative about it? If I like a show or a movie or a book, well, I liked it. That's kind of the point. I'm actually not here to tear it apart and talk about how it didn't live up to standards other people had! I enjoyed it for what it was, and forcing myself to find negative things to say about it doesn't actually bring me more enjoyment of it or reap any benefit to me. Fandom's a double-edged sword; you want to join a community to share your love for a piece of art, and the price you pay for a modicum of joy is a mountain of negativity. that's one main reason that I never engage with fandom until I'm completely done with a show, because if I was plugged into all of that commentary and discourse during the process, I'd be completely colored by how I'm expected to interpret everything this piece of art is presenting to me without being able to even form my own opinions.

[starlightseraph]

comrades, don’t kill yourselves.

edit april 2025: as i’ve learned more and become more radical i see huge issues with what i said here. i viscerally recoiled just reading it, lol. revised below the cut.

my views aren’t actually too different from what they were when i wrote the original, but i’m now far less concerned about the possibility of hurting the feelings of usamericans who still subscribe to a mythologised view of “our nation” or “our values” or “the constitution” that has never truly existed. all of that “what is happening to america” is pure bullshit. internally, i felt just as blunt and harsh as i’m about to be now, but i was a coward and i didn’t want to alienate myself from the vast majority of the establishment-loving people that surround me.

(as i indefinitely live in the usa, which, don’t get me wrong, i love and it is now just as much my home as my actual home, but still, it’s insane just how deluded the average person is without realising it. it’s like that joke where the cia agent congratulates the kgb agent on the quality and quantity of soviet propaganda and the kgb agent says that it’s nothing in comparison to american propaganda. and the cia agent is confused and says “but we don’t have propaganda”)

my more developed line goes something like this: fuck trump and fuck harris and fuck both democrats and republicans and if you honestly think that democrats are even slightly left wing or in any way progressive or working towards change, you’re either propagandised to the high heavens or just wilfully blind.

democrats are disgusting, spineless, posturing idiots who have no clue how to even pretend to care about people. and they honestly don’t. why do you think like half of their campaign platform for decades on end was “we’ll codify roe!” but they literally never did, even when holding as much power as possible? because it was a bargaining chip. as long as they could make a promise like that, people would keep voting for them, hoping that this time it would really happen. but it didn’t, because they care more about not upsetting people and maintaining their careers and the absurd amounts of funding they get from every kind of lunatic lobbying group you can imagine.

democrats fund the right. democrats are funded by the right. democrats are the right. this shouldn’t be surprising, if you’ve been paying any attention at all. the democratic party is not and has never been representative of any minorities or marginalised groups and it has never actually tried to make things better for them. people often say “but oh, this or that issue would’ve been so much worse under republicans” and that may be true, but it misses the real point: democrats grudgingly give concessions, they don’t enact change.

obviously the maga-qanon crowd is particularly demented and i so have a special hatred for the nordic-aryan-alien-space-nazism thing that they have going on. but the point is that just because republicans are bad, it does not mean that democrats are good.

there’s a crucial difference here: a very mildly lesser evil versus an active force for good. democrats are an active force for bad. being in ostensible opposition to republicans just mean that they want to carry out their atrocities with a reassuring smile. republicans are just saying the quiet part out loud, and, if you’ve been listening, the quiet parts have never even been all that quiet.

if you actually wanna be of help to any oppressed people in the united states and especially if you want to help the literal billions that the united states oppressed abroad, you have to let go of the attachment to this idea of america as a place that could ever have turned out as anything but an evil, imperialistic genocide fanatic that’s badly masquerading as benevolent.

this is the inevitable outcome of the ideological foundations of the united states. a party, an election, all the votes in the world won’t change that. this is the system working as intended, slaughtering and enslaving and torturing incomprehensible numbers of people to line the pockets of ceos and politicians, just as it has always done.

get your head out of the sand. open your goddamn eyes. marching with a sign or posting on social media (unless promoting fundraisers) doesn’t do shit. if your “dissent” is in any form that the ruling class doesn’t try to stop, it’s because you pose no threat to their establishment. resistance has to be disruptive, it cannot be anything that gets support from the very same systems you are protesting against. i don’t know why people think that any movement protected by cops or that involves politicians will have any effect. it’s obvious that it won’t.

no matter how much they smile and say “oh but we love women and gay people and muslims” they’re not actually going to do anything but enthusiastically support the genociding of muslims, the pseudoscientific queerphobia, and the forcing of women into a box. they’re all part of the same money and control driven machine that has sadistically ended or destroyed the lives of countless people in a lost every single nation, including at home.

anyways, peace and love on the planet earth and all that. i love my fellow humans so much, i want nothing more than for us to just be chilling together like picking berries in a field and drinking tea or something. i’m so tired of this essentialist civilisation vs savagery or this nation against that one shit. we’re just a bunch of creatures trying to exist and be safe and not miserable and the people of the world fundamentally have the same interests at heart. constructed divisions have made us so focused on how we can dominate, when the natural tendency of humans is to cooperate. if your ideology isn’t fuelled by love, it’s worthless. i don’t mean this as some lofty flowery shit, i just mean that our end goal in everything should be the ultimate decrease of suffering and increase of happiness on as large a scale as possible.

the earth is beautiful and humanity is beautiful and we really can do something beautiful together. stay alive, stay fighting as hard and as tangibly as you can for days when the capitalists of the united states and imperial core no longer have a monopoly on the most basic elements of human existence.

in the words of our comrade yugopnik: my homo sapiens patriotism can no long be held at bay. lol