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ms-boogie-man · 1 day ago
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This one, this bit of virtue signaling, is very interesting; fascinating even
I turn it into a list… let's go!!! ;D
It was far more than 77M people who gave President Trump a mandate to put America right again, and if the voting system were not still half broken, there would have been even more Trump votes
There is exactly zero (0) evidence of President Trump ever committing rape or any other sexual assault type crimea. These allegations are smear by the left… baseless; even the garbage by E Jean Carroll
There has not been any progress in America since the Civil War era when Republicans authored, ratified, and had President Abraham Lincoln — another Republican — sign into law the Emancipation Proclamation Act. Now, the EP Act was determined to be unConstitutional because it had no bearing on the South after they succeeded from the Union, but this was remedied by the 13th Amendment. Too, it can be said that the slaver Democrats had committed unconstitutional acts by theri own actions, so there is that
There was no Great Southern Switch
…and finally, our US Constitution and the first 13 Amendments are really all that are needed to cover human/civil rights. For instance, the Civil Rights Act of 1964 — signed by LBJ — is really a racist re-write of JFK's Act of 1963; completed after his assassination. And if you go by the Constitution, there was not any need for either Act. Everyone In America Has The Same Rights In The Eyes Of God… EVERYONE. So if President Trump did away with the civil rights acts, which he would not, it still would be no biggy. Everyone in America has the same rights in the eyes of God… EVERYONE
The above are all facts… and I double-dogg dare any one of you to come back here and prove otherwise
Jeez, when you little conspiracy theorist scamps get together, you certainly do talk a lot of shit yo *rolls her eyes
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he is literally signing away years of progress, soon enough the civil rights acts will probably be gone too
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deesseshesca · 1 day ago
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PAC: What’s the key energy I need to channel to make my dreams a reality? (18+)
My name is Bella ... Bella Hadid
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Your spirit guides have a message for you  … are u ready ? Is something huge … ‘’KEEP THEM IN THE MOTHERFUCKING PAST’’. Damm babe, I know violence aint it but I think it is time for you to keep the door of your past closed. You must have repeatedly opened them for all your spiritual team to be this enraged. 
Mind of matter. Lol … Repeat after me: MIND OVER MATTER. MIND OVER MATTER. MIND OVER MATTER. You need to stop letting your emotions get the best of you and nah I am not only talking to the crash out girly. Yeah … you also cinnamon girls, yeah you are bolting up everything acting like you are mysterious but really you are this calm in public because you are planning the downfall of your 5th grade enemies the whole time Miss is about to graduate uni. Now crash out, I did not forget about (I mean how can I forget about y’all …). Out here complain about not being able to work with fake ass bitches … well news flash the world is fake and that's for sure not stopping me from getting paid. The reality is that professionalism needs to win no matter what. Yeah even when the person is bluntly racist, homophobic or rude. I could spit you the ‘’ yeah they don't like themselves that's why they hate so much’’ but in reality who gives a damm. Bitch you wanna be paid or nah. Yeah being disrespected is hard but being broke is HARDER. So pick one, QUICK ! Don't get me wrong I’m not telling y’all to let them walk all over u or becoming  people pleaser but it is time for you to learn how to clock someone tea with class. The cooperation world is not the baddies show, it is all about being able to check someone like a real housewives. You go ahead and learn because you have too much potential to let these hating ass hoes take the best of you. Now back to my no emotion/avoidant/claim to be numb but care more than anybody in the world, you need to let go. What you fail to understand is when you don't let go and old grudges you are bringing this disgusting energy everywhere. In the spiritual world there's door you will never enter because you are obsess about bring that fucking baggage with you. I know you, you know, they don't care. That does not mean you are going to forget but ain't you embarrassed to spend so much time plotting on someone you dislike that much. You be claiming you have opp and people praying on your downfall whole time you are the one obsessed with someone from your fucking childhood. Now who's the real loser. Hey babe, (I am holding your hand through the screen), believe me, I believe you. That person deserve the worst and nothing good for the fuck up shit they did to you. I am only worried about your purpose  being wasted holding grudges on someone that's definitely not worth it. 
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Go ahead … nah that’s literally your message … GO AHEAD. You are on tumblr scrolling  for messages like your spiritual team ain't give a million signs. Like you did not do a vision board in January, like you ain't confident on what you can manifest and what you deserve but yet here you are waiting for someone to tell you ‘’go’’. Here I am, in all my glory and ultimate power given by the divine : GO AHEAD. Show the world everything that you have in you. You know the plan, you already went over it. It has been years that you were working in the betterment of yourself in private. You did a social media detox, cut all the toxic people, fix your alimentation and work on your mental health. Bravo Babe ! Now go ahead and pop your shit and anybody that tries you, you  better make them regret. You did not go through hell and back for a random Karen to take your spark away. You better defend this beautiful person that you became like the past version of you (or inner child) was supposed to be protected. You got this babe. GO SHINE SUPERSTAR ! 
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FEEL. You are someone who used to be very talented in  maybe drawing or playing an instrument. You are sitting complaining about how unoriginal you are. Reminiscing about a time where everyone applauded your creative genius. Now you have more skills and knowledge yet you can't achieve the same amount of success. Some of y’all are architecture students, you always dream of doing it. You love it , yet it does not feel fulfilling. Now babe you are grown and you have been jaded by life or you killed your inner child trying to be an adult. Don't worry it all happens to the best of us. Good news I have the perfect medicine, let your heart speak in your art/work. You are on the right path, you are just not connected to it in a spiritual sense that's it. Which makes the whole journey a burden instead of an adventure which translates in your art/work showing that is good but never great enough. Because every touch you make as a creator seems like you accomplish a task instead of diving into your passion. 
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You good pile 4. You found the key (the lessons) and went through the door ( you are in the process of receiving your manifestation). There's a reality you have to accept in life which is you can’t jump levels. This reality does not please you but good news is not going to last forever. One day this moment is going to be a memory of the past. Instead of hating, let's enjoy what you have ahead of you. While having 100% faith, that in a way or another,  your dream reality is happening is just a matter of when.
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silvermoon424 · 3 days ago
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Like it's actually fucking insane when you realize how deeply the US fucking hates black people (I'm saying this as a white person btw). Basically all of our domestic problems and our descent into fascism ties back to "black people got 'too many' rights and that pissed off racists."
The civil rights movement of the 1960s and the gains black people made to be recognized as actual human beings provoked IMMEDIATE backlash among white conservatives. MANY powerful conservative institutions and movements today have their roots in antiblackness.
The pro-life/religious right movement and its roots in segregation
The John Birch Society was extremely opposed to the Civil Rights movement and ended up being incredibly influential for modern conservationism (If you have a few hours to kill, check out the Behind the Bastards episodes summarizing this)
Trump's first presidency (and now his second term) was largely about reversing everything Obama did because a lot of Republicans went insane over having a black man as President.
Anyway, black (and indigenous!) Americans, I am so fucking sorry we as a country hate you so much. I try my best to educate those around me and speak up for what's right but unfortunately it's not always effective.
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andhumanslovedstories · 15 hours ago
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Something I've been thinking about in regards to the difficulty of writing about my job in the healthcare profession is that there's very different conversations happening at the same time. The first is that this is a job that gives us a lot of power over vulnerable people that is easy to abuse and easier to be passive about. The second is that people will never not bitch about their jobs.
What if a customer service job was high-stakes? That's nursing. It's not the only part of nursing, but cmon, anyone who has worked a public-facing job knows how some people can be. Hospitals are full of people having the worst days of their lives while also being tired, hungry, lonely, and bored.
Plus, it's not just the general population you're dealing with. Hospitals have a disproportionate amount of very difficult people. To draw some examples from my own direct experience: the dementia patient had become too violent to stay at home (unfortunately common), infected chronic wound guy who is so racist that his facility will not take him back, confused patient who screams unceasingly 24 hours a day until she passes out, sexually inappropriate guy who needs two caregivers at all time, another racist patient but this time they're also sexist, banned from multiple shelters for assaulting the staff, etc. Or what might be the most common: person who is too sick to go home alone but no one they know will agree to take care of them. Like, have any of you cut off horrible relatives or abusive partners? People who were in whatever way unacceptable to be around? Would you like to take care of them? And you KNOW they're also not doing any of the stuff that would help them heal so it seems like they will never leave.
I think the gap between healthcare as a Duty versus as a Job contributes to hostile conversations. When you're complaining about your Job ("that moment when you let a call light ring for a while in the hopes someone else answers this time because that patient is annoying as hell"), it's frustrating to get a response that solely looks at the situation through the lens of a Duty ("all patients deserve the same level of care and shouldn’t be ignored.") And it's also frustrating to have these legitimate criticisms ignored or disputed because people are like "it's not that serious, calm down, let nurses vent." And it’s also frustrating to feel so intensely monitored in your free time because of your job. And it’s also frustrating to see people in their free time display qualities that seem like they would have big, negative impacts on their job.
Thinking on this topic, I keep coming back to this one memory. There was a time when I responded to a Code Blue (cardiac arrest, guy’s heart has fully stopped) and was the fifteenth or so person to arrive. The room's full of critical care nurses, I'm not the direct care nurse, the rest of the floor is quiet. So basically, I'm useless to the emergency situation. I ran into a coworker who also responded to the code. I hadn't seen her in a minute, so we caught up. She showed me the new stickers on her water bottle. I don’t remember the exact sticker, but I believe it was a nacho-based pun. It was a pleasant chat.
Meanwhile during this entire conversation, within eyesight of where we are because we’re waiting around to see if we’re needed, people are trying to bring a patient back from the dead. What was happening in that room is life-or-death--to the patient. For me, it was an interlude during a forgettable shift. I only remember that code because the discrepancy between what I was experiencing and what the patient was experiencing was so stark. I don't even remember if the patient survived or not.
None of the patient’s family was there. If they had been, we would have removed ourselves further or not talked so casually. Probably. But if the spouse was there, it would be so insanely insensitive if we tried to include the patient's spouse in our chat about fun stickers. If me and that nurse had been casually in a different hallway chatting, it would be very abrupt for the patient's spouse to walk into our conversation and explain how the patient's death would be so hard on the kids. One of these examples is way more sympathetic and understandable than the other. And I want that spouse to feel comfortable coming up to me and discussing that! That’s part of my job! But also, you can get why that would be a distressing interruption to a moment of downtime.
In both cases, the people in the conversation couldn't be further apart in tone and investment. Neither of us are being bad people. We just should not be talking to each other. And the nature of the Internet and public posting is sometimes talking about my job feels like it's me, my coworker, the spouse, and the revived but severely affected patient in single group chat.
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drafty-castle · 2 days ago
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The comments section of this post is, well, very Tumblr. However: @slothorperhapscrow and others who are ‘wait, so he’s a Nazi but not a Nazi but is a Nazi?’ or perhaps just ‘water is wet’ about this, I’d like to give another interpretation.
I don’t think this post was made for those who already hate Elon Musk, who despise him, who have followed the money and the social media fails over years and are already aware of the kind of person he is.
I think this post was for those who still follow him, who still believe in the mask he has created, who have fallen for all the propaganda. I think the point is to hammer home to these people that he isn't who he presents himself to be, he doesn’t believe in what they believe in, no matter what signals - like the salute - he sends out because all he really believes in is his own power. Philip Low is telling the tech bros that Musk is not one of them. Low is telling the republicans who have accepted the propaganda how Musk has historically lied and manipulated his image to get him - personally -the most money, with no thought of those around him, including his friends. Low is telling the bigots and racists and even the actual Nazis in America that they're supporting someone that does not hold to their ideals and is using them to prop up his own personal power base.
I think its possible that post is even for those who are fence-sitters. People who don't like Musk - or don't have enough of an opinion on him - as a person but are willing to continue using his corporate products - using twitter/x, buying Tesla cars, etc. - all actions that continue to funnel money into Musk's pocket.
Functionally, I think this letter to the editor post was trying to break up some of Musk's middle and working class power base - his cult of personality, if you will - by bringing to light the ideological differences between him and many of his followers through symbolic actions such as the Sieg Heil. To highlight Musk's loyalty to no cause other than his own personal power and ego and dispel the idea - through the deliberate use of the Hitler salute - to all Nazi, fascists, and sympathizers that he is "one of them". As well as cut through as much of the "autism" smokescreen that has been thrown up in front of it as possible among those who have been trying to dismiss his actions as "awkward" rather than acknowledge them for the dog-whistle it was.
I don't know Philip Low, never heard of him before and don't plan on looking him up. Personally, I don't think billionaires should exist and that "self-made billionaire" is an oxymoron. That said, the 1% - hells, the 0.01% - live completely different lives than the rest of us. I am completely willing to believe that he has insight into Elon Musk's past dealings and personal interactions amongst fellow billionaires that the general public would have no way of having access to. I am also willing to accept that such a billionaire can look at what has been going on in the last few weeks - or few years - and lay out an analysis of Musk's actions and motivations that strip away all the flash and glamor to show the pathetic, if incredibly dangerous, man Elon Musk actually is.
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coffeebooksrain18 · 2 days ago
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Let's talk double standards in the HotD Fandom. Now these mostly focus on the way TBs act towards TGs so before reading this know that if you are TB you are getting called out
Let's start with one of my favorites. The Strong boys being bastards.
TB screams about how we shouldn't hate on bastards in the show or in real life. That they had no choice in that aspect of their life. Which is fair and true but they then turn around and yell at ANYONE who points out the Strong boys are infact bastards. God forbid you do what you preach?
Tbs hate Otto because he schemes and wanted his blood on the throne. But they love Corlys even though he did the exact same thing...multiple times. Both used their daughters in hopes the King would have a son with her and that son would sit the throne. Corlys failed so he turned to Rhaenyra and in the end had to pray Jace didn't fuck him over. Both are schemers, both put their daughter out there to be Queen. They did the same thing but since Corlys sided with Rhaenyra now this is swept under the rug.
Calling Criston a Pedo for sleeping with Rhaenyra even though he told her NO multiple times, all while going heart eyes for the Daemyra brothel scene...yeah, explain that to me without seeming racist or like you have double standards.
Yet again something to do with Criston vs Daemyra. TBs especially Daemyra fans LOVED the scene of Daemon and her on Driftmark the night of Daemons WIFE'S funeral. Yes funeral! But they hate Alicent and Criston for having a sexual relationship AFTER Viserys was long dead. They also love to say Rhaenyra is showing progressiveness by sleeping with Harwin, all while hating Alicent for even thinking about sex.
Daemon kills a four year old boy? Oh thats fine a son for a son is fair. But Aemond wanting to take Lucs eye after all these years? Now that's psychotic behavior.
Rhaenyra not giving a flying fuck her brother lost his eye and infant asking for him to be sharply questioned, which meant tortured (and yes it did you can literally look up a quote of Maegor stating little Prince Viserys be sharply questioned before the nine year old boy is tortured) is all good. But Alicent watching as her husband doesn't give a fuck their son lost a eye, but carefree over a insult and then demand for Lucs eye in a EMOTIONAL AND DESPERATE STATE, is wrong?
Rhaenyra wanting to kill Aemond after Lucs death is warranted. But Aegon wanting Rhaenyra dead after Baby Jaehaerys died isn't supposedly?
Alright that's all I got for now, tell me if you want anymore and I'll do them!
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creature-wizard · 2 days ago
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What gets me is the level of privilege these people have, or, if they don't have these privileges, the expectation that everyone else should sacrifice their lives for a cause the way that they choose to, and it's immoral not to.
I'm a brown woman in this country. I didn't have the luxury of ignoring what would happen to me if he won, and I also don't think I'm of any use to any political movement if I'm too busy worrying about my own life being in danger. But that's the crux of it - the entire thing for them rests on the idea that anyone who was being honest about Trump was "fearmongering". The same people who scoffed and mocked us for being afraid are now perhaps appropriately also afraid, but where was this months ago? If all of the talk of Project 2025 was liberal fearmongering, why do you suddenly care now?
My politics have always been leftist, but I find myself reckoning with how I can be part of a community of (some) people who moralize so much about doing the right thing, not looking away from atrocity, and not putting individualism over the collective good, when that is precisely what they did in November. They don't want to admit it, but they are complicit in the harm done to marginalized communities by Trump and the Republicans. They chose themselves over the collective good, because it would make them feel bad to vote Democrat. That isn't the leftism I know. That's conservative and at its core utterly selfish. No wonder they get so angry when anyone points that out.
Yup, that's the whole thing. For all their talk of collectivism and community, they prioritized their personal discomfort with voting for Kamala Harris over the lives of actual marginalized people in the US. For all their talk of being anti-racist, they chose the option that would benefit zero non-white people, and make many non-white folks' live much, much worse.
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ultravioletlightwaves · 18 hours ago
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Look, Holtby isn't perfect either, but this is a good example of an athlete surrounded by people who either willfully or ignorantly saw no problem at all with Trump, or who actively supported him-- and Holtby was able to recognize that this was something with which he did not want to align himself. He didn't let the 'this is just what you do if you win' narrative dictate his actions.
This isn't just because Holtby is a better human than everyone else in hockey or whatever. There were several other Caps who opted out that year. Devante Smith-Pelly cited racist remarks made by Trump. Brett Connolly said, "It's about what's right and wrong. And we'll leave it at that," as an explanation for his refusal to participate in the visit. (source)
Some of the guys on that team are probably actual Trump supporters and were thrilled about it. There's TJ Oshie, who, uh... once dressed his kids up like Trump and Melania for Halloween and was recently getting some flak again for his Trumpposting, and there's whatever the hell Ovechkin's political deal is (sigh).
But a lot of them probably just didn't think that hard about it. If you are a straight white male professional athlete, Trump's policies and the kinds of hate he tends to stir up just don't impact your day to day life all that much. You have the luxury of not thinking about it if you don't want to, and some of these guys are just not that inclined to think real hard about anything other than hockey.
The thing that I always found so interesting and noteworthy about Holtby wasn't necessarily his moral alignment-- although I appreciated that, obviously. It's that he was usually so smart about things. You can tell, like with this decision, and with a bunch of other stuff he found himself involved in over the years, that he wasn't just going with the flow or clinging to tradition for its own sake, he'd actually think about things and how they matched up with what he valued (or not). And when missteps happened, he usually thought about it and what he could do better, and then he'd say that, instead of reflexively digging in his heels out of a sense that he couldn't ever be criticized.
I think this, almost more than the morality, is what's relatively rare in pro sports... and maybe especially in the NHL, where because of the high socioeconomic barrier to entry in youth hockey, the overwhelming majority of pros come from privileged backgrounds where they are insulated from the necessity of thinking about this stuff.
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Braden Holtby on his decision not to visit the White House for the Stanley Cup Celebration 
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akajustmerry · 4 hours ago
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one thing that's so goated about the Newsreader is that no matter what Dale and Helen are going through personally the show inevitably reminds them (and the audience) that they're still white with the capacity for racism and it's inexcusable. for all the ways they're marginalised for gender, sexuality, mental health, etc - for example - neither of them respect Noelene properly, Helen is shitty and disrespectful to her Aboriginal contacts and Dale is racist to Dennis and doesn't stick up for Indigenous news stories. And the show doesn't forgive either of them for it or let them off the hook because they're going through their own shit. At the end of the day, they're still white and racist in a white racist institution and the show isn't afraid to tell you that. As an Aboriginal viewer and fan, I actually cannot express how important it is to me for an Australian show to have two very loved white protagonists (played by two very beloved white Australian actors) who, regardless of their intentions and struggles, are shown to do irreparable harm to Aboriginal peoples because of their carelessness. because honestly that is my experience too, that even white people with the best intentions and marginalisations of their own can and will fuck you over. Not only does it make Helen and Dale feel so much realer as characters to me, but it's also an extremely important point to make that the news is filtered through the perspectives of people who simply won't deal with their own capacity and complicity in racism. Especially racism against Aboriginal peoples. Best show 🥰
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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 13 hours ago
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I feel like the Ghost Marriage event shouldn't have happened. I mean, it's a little sus that this dead chick was proposing to a bunch of TEENAGERS in the first place, but not only that, but she was a royal, and as I understand only a few of the students at NIght Raven were of noble/royal decent.
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Personally, I don't think there's a huge issue here?? Depiction of something doesn't automatically mean endorsement or condonment of it. Ghost Marriage clearly depicts Eliza wanting to quickly get hitched to one of the NRC students as a patently bad thing; it is in no way promoting what she's trying to do. (Small correction though: she's not proposing to anyone, Eliza is just outright kidnapping the one she deems to be her ideal groom; it is the other NRC students who are proposing to her in an effort to rescue Idia.) The mere existence of Ghost Marriage is NOT Twst saying, "Hey, it's okay for minors to marry adults and this is what we should be doing!" That's like claiming that Sebek being depicted as racist or Epel believing in gender norms is promoting racism or gender norms. If you look at the context surrounding these situations, you'll quickly realize that these depictions are, in fact, NOT promotions. Sebek, Epel, and Eliza are constantly told their viewpoints are wrong or clowned on for expositing their beliefs.
When it comes to age, the devs kept Eliza's pretty ambiguous. Just because she is dead doesn't mean she's like 80+ years old. They never put a number to it, but they allude that she "died young", but she isn't exactly a child since her attendants speak of her childhood like it's a thing of the past (ie "[...] ever since you were a little girl"). Judging by her immaturity and even her looks, you could honestly argue that Eliza is roughly the same age as the NRC students or is at least a fellow teenager herself. (Furthermore, in the original Japanese text, Eliza promises to visit the school again with a baby; this was scrubbed from EN--why? Maybe because they didn't want to imply a young woman close to the boys' age getting pregnant so soon.) Whoever she marries wouldn't be left alive; her kiss will literally kill them, also rendering them a ghost too. As a married couple, both Eliza and her groom would be dead; it would not be a situation where one is dead and the other is left alive. I don't find it problematic that students potentially younger/older than her proposed because the intention was never to go through with the marriage, it's to trick her so she puts on a magical ring that will dispel her from the world of the living. Again, CONTEXT MATTERS. No one here is actually seriously wanting this legally binding marriage except Eliza herself. Idia (the intended groom) is 18, so he could marry if he wanted to. It might be weird if Eliza was younger than him, but I think that even if that's the case, it's fine because she's supposed to be viewed as immature and unrealistic about love. Eliza is MEANT to be seen as a little cuckoo, not an example to live up to (literally ALL the other characters, including Idia, see her as unhinged); the writing in this event isn't trying to tell you that you should aspire to be like Eliza. On the contrary, you shouldn't be like her, and Ace even calls her out for this at the end of the event. I would take issue with Ghost Marriage if it had done the opposite and tried to promote her behavior as "good" or "desirable" when it very obviously is not.
I don't think the typical rules for nobility and their marriages apply in this case. Eliza is dead and technically has no country, wealth, or anything to her name. She is chained to this mortal coil because of her unfulfilled desire to marry the perfect prince--so that's the desire she seeks to fulfill. Her retainers help her because they lament that she was not able to achieve her dream when she was still alive and they feel guilty for not being able to help her flee before their kingdom was brought to ruin. Eliza doesn't have to heavily vet lineages or even necessarily marry another royal. That kind of stuff is only really important if you have countries to rule over, assets that could be impacted, politics that could shift. You know, actual things at stake that are dependent on who she marries. But Eliza currently has nothing but her own desire fueling her, so nothing is riding on who she marries. She's just driven by her own selfish longing to find her perfect prince because... oh yeah, everyone in her country is already dead and this is literally all she has to "live" for left 💀 (though if we really wanted to get technical, Idia may not be nobility but he’s still pretty rich and influential; he’s close to being a noble without the actual title attached to it.)
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theprettynosferatu · 3 days ago
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State of The Blog, February 2025, or As I Type This
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CW: Politics, general downer.
I promised myself I wouldn't write about this. Guess this post makes me a liar, aside from a humble kink-maker. I also promised myself I wouldn't complain, and that I won't do. Things are fine. Texts are being written. The smut is flowing, even if slowly- or less rapidly than either of us would like, dear reader.
Now... shit sure is fucked, huh? Not the most eloquent way of putting it, I know. But who has time for rhetoric these days? And I'm not even American! But I happen to know that a large portion of my little corner o'smut here hails from the USA. I have lived there myself. I have, perhaps, something of a romantic streak when it comes to what America could be. Sadly, it's not what it could be that we have to deal with.
Things are moving quickly. This is not by accident.
As I type this, the richest man in the world has gathered an unfathomable trove of data from the US government. Illegally, of course, but it appears such things no longer matter.
As I type this, information on gender and trans issues is being erased from government websites.
As I type this, self-ID is no longer a thing for my non-binary and transgender American friends, acquaintances and readers.
As I type this, ICE is raiding workplaces, schools, churches.
As I type this, someone has lost funding for life-changing research.
As I type this. the US is getting into a trade war on three fronts. All casualties in this war will be, as is always the case, the working people. On all sides.
The casualties of all these things will not be heralded. They will not the announced or published. They will be silent, in the form of people rationing medicine they need to live, getting sick from the cold and not being able to afford a doctor, perhaps choosing to not go on anymore in a world that seems to scream in their face that they don't matter, they are not wanted, they are Other.
You are shocked and traumatized because that's the point. To shock you into paralysis, so you won't have the bandwidth or time or energy to react- your reaction is what they fear.
I am nothing important. I make stuff to get people off. What right to I have to say anything to anyone who is really suffering? What the fuck can I do? Provide some escapism? Perhaps. It is useful, insofar as burning out on doomer shit helps absolutely no one. I'm nowhere near a front line, so to speak. Perhaps I'm being delusional thinking I am contributing something worth fuck all to people, but hey, I can do delusion. Or hope. It's hard to tell them apart sometimes.
I can't tell you to fight. I can't start preaching about the importance of community. I can't tell you what to do. It's not my place, and it's not my expertise. I'm not here to play armchair resistance, and neither are you. You are here for kink, and so kink I shall give you.
But I couldn't do the State of the Blog and let this go unremarked. As futile as it may be, as stupid as it sounds (and I am aware of the ass I'm making out of myself here), I just wanted you all to know you ARE wanted, you CAN handle this. Shit is bleak. But it won't be bleak forever, because YOU won't let it. The dawn is in your hands. And when you need a break and want to read smut, I'll be here.
Oh, and before I go, just in case anyone isn't clear:
Fuck off fascists.
Fuck off transphobes.
Fuck off xenophobes.
Fuck off racists.
Fuck off real sexists.
Life is not on your side, you absolute dogfuckers. It never has been, and it never will be.
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cinna-wanroll · 8 hours ago
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The Twinkification of Obi-Wan Kenobi
Hi everyone! I have emerged from the abyss to posit an opinion and analysis about something that has been ongoing in my corner of the fandom for some time now and I just wanted to share my thoughts. Please note that this is not meant to be a call-out post. If you have made references to Obi-Wan being a twink, we are cool, we simply have a difference of opinion! As always this blog is an open space where people from across the fandom are welcomed and loved.
With that being said:
The Co-Opting of "Twink"
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It isn't uncommon to come across the term "twink" nowadays while scrolling the social medias. In fact, there are several videos referencing men, both real and fictional, using "twink" as a kind of affectionate endearment.
Is there a big, beefy man who shows his emotions in your favorite TV show? Chances are he has been called a twink.
Looking at a cute post of a straight couple? There is a chance the woman has captioned her post with: I love my twink boyfriend! :)
Is there a trans man on your for you page? Peer in the comments: chances are he, too, has people teeming in his comments to call him a twink.
Let us be clear: this is not what the word "twink" means.
The term "twink" is a queer term that has become so mangled and co-opted by cis, straight people (especially women) that it has become misused across the internet. So what is it, exactly? "Twink" is a queer identifier. Traditionally, the term refers to gay men who are:
Thin
Not very muscular
Not hairy
Young
Of course, there is always room for nuance. Also, there are so many layers to this conversation I have not and will not address fully. However, the main purpose of this conversation is to discuss its relation to Obi-Wan Kenobi.
So You Want to Woobify a Warrior
Most of the time when I see someone refer to Obi-Wan as a twink, it is in reference to mid-thirties, mid or post-war Obi-Wan. I am not going to address sexuality here because I am a firm believer in allowing people their interpretations of characters' sexualities. Instead, here are some photos of Obi-Wan Kenobi during and a bit after the era previously mentioned, and of his actor, Ewan McGregor:
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Here are some things of note: Ewan and Obi-Wan are not especially petite. They are muscular, hairy, and visibly middle-aged. Or at least, visibly older than 20s.
In Karen Miller's Wild Space, Bail Organa throws up in his hands out of fear when Obi-Wan is having hallucinations and moves to attack him.
In Christie Golden's Dark Disciple, he punches a droid in the face and it stumbles back.
My point here is that Obi-Wan is intimidating. He underwent years of rigorous training, fought in battle after battle, and is an expert in martial arts. The chances of him escaping that with the appearance of being boyish, early 20s, skinny, and not muscular seem... slim. War does not typically have anti-aging effects.
I once saw someone on this app make a point that because Obi-Wan is portrayed as the more intuitive and emotionally regulated character in contrast to Anakin's brash violence, he is perceived as more feminine. Therefore, he is more "coddleable." And, furthermore, the "feminine" narrative lends itself to the stereotypical parts of the label of twink. (Again, there is a deeper conversation to be had there. I am generalizing).
Unless Obi-Wan has been extensively malnourished, shaved, and de-aged, I don't see sense in seeing him as a twink.
The part of all this with even more implications associated is that I see a lot of this mentioned in relationship to Obi-Wan being in a relationship with Cody. There is a lot of comparison there, usually positioning Cody as the strong, indestructible warrior of whom Obi-Wan is either envious of or saved by. The racist undertones there are infinitesimal and have been addressed and readdressed, especially by POC in the fandom.
Anyways gorgeous people, this concludes my thoughts, as it is very late. I am hoping to be able to participate in Codywan First Kiss Bingo, but I was hit with the flu and have been working diligently to catch up in my uni classes. I love you all and wish you nothing but the best!
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mamawasatesttube · 10 hours ago
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sometimes i see the sentiment of "i don't understand how you can call a comic ooc when there are so many writers who have written so many characters differently!! did everyone just pick a single One True Comic or something??" and like... i get where you're coming from, in that there are a lot of comics and it can feel overwhelming, but also there is actually an answer to this, generally speaking.
if you read a lot of a given character's appearances, you will find that overall, they have certain given traits that the majority of writers agree upon. this is true even of characters with a lot of appearances - for example, i've read almost 1000 issues of superman comics (which is nowhere near all superman comics, certainly, but is a fair chunk!) and i can tell you that i found brian azzarello's run fairly out of character because superman never was much of a religious man in just about all other runs, and him going to a priest for some kind of informal confession stuck out like a sore thumb. or that marv wolfman's superman felt out of character because of all the damn racism, which was definitely just marv wolfman being racist and using superman as a mouthpiece. like, if you read enough you WILL be able to pick up on patterns of what a character generally is like.
this gets even easier for characters with fewer appearances and less cultural icon status (relatively speaking). you can even take into account things like the character's original run and how their creator wrote them, vs how others picked up after the creator left. for example, i can easily call geoff johns's writing of superboy in teen titans (2003) gratingly ooc because it directly contradicts years of established superboy characterization from his origin story and from his solo run, which was in part penned by his original creator. when superboy (1994) establishes over and over that superboy feels strongly about clones being their own people regardless of their origins and dna, you can safely say that a later writer coming in and making him weirdly into pseudoeugenics is insane and, yes, out of character.
like... it's not so much that there's ~one true run~ or something that everyone agrees upon. it's just the concept of pattern recognition. you just gotta keep reading man!
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odinsblog · 2 days ago
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The federal government is the largest employer in the United States. It is the largest employer in every single state. But the federal government is no longer an “equal opportunity employer,” thanks to a series of executive orders and directives passed by the white-supremacist Trump administration that collectively allow for racial discrimination by claiming to eliminate racial discrimination against the poor, downtrodden white man—you know, the guy who’s never been able to get a fair shake in this country.
Trump signed the first of these orders, “Ending Radical and Wasteful Government DEI Programs and Preferencing,” within hours of taking the oath of office on Monday. The order describes diversity, equity, inclusion, and accessibility programs as “illegal and immoral discrimination” as well as sources of “immense public waste.” The well-known conceit here is that people who get their government jobs through DEI are not “deserving” of their positions, while every white man who works for the government is allegedly there on his “merits” and nothing more.
This conceit was made even more explicit with a second executive order called “Ending Illegal Discrimination and Restoring Merit-Based Opportunity.” This order proclaims: “These illegal DEI and DEIA policies also threaten the safety of American men, women, and children across the Nation by diminishing the importance of individual merit, aptitude, hard work, and determination when selecting people for jobs and services in key sectors of American society, including all levels of government, and the medical, aviation, and law-enforcement communities.” The fact that a twice-impeached convicted felon and fail-son king of bankruptcy is lecturing the country on individual “merit” and “aptitude” is a joke that can only be brought to us by white America.
DEI programs, of course, do not do what Trump imagines. If anything, the country is beset by mediocre white men who got their positions through an old-boys’ network of family, friends, connections, and frat buddies who now gum up and dumb down the system at every level. If you have the option of getting a Black doctor, for instance, I encourage you to take it. They’ve likely worked harder to get there, and a Black doctor’s seemingly preternatural ability to treat all patients with care and professionalism regardless of their race is apparently a very rare asset in the medical profession. If you want a doctor who sees your maladies before your skin color, always bet on Black.
But I digress. I’m not going to relitigate the utility of DEI programs here. That debate has raged, and a majority of white people, both men and women, decided to install a white supremacist president to defend the white male patriarchy. I will simply stipulate that mediocre white men need government jobs, and taking those jobs away from racial minorities and women makes the white guys feel better about themselves while they’re waiting for their mommies to wash their sheets before they head out to their little rallies.
All that said, it is more or less legal, and constitutional, to end DEI programs. I want to be very clear about that, because there is legal nuance here that often gets flattened when talking about them. DEI is just a policy, and while that policy is supported by the 14th Amendment (at least it was before MAGA took over the courts), it is not required by the 14th Amendment. The Constitution just wants whites with hiring authority to stop being racist assholes; it doesn’t care how they do it.
What is illegal and unconstitutional is discrimination against non-whites and women in hiring. And that’s the problem with the executive orders. They assume that every single person hired through a diversity program is undeserving of their position, that their qualifications are lesser and that their literal work ethic and talent are suspect. They treat people hired under these programs as if they’re one distinct class of people (apparently, we all look the same to the Trump administration), and instead of looking on a case-by-case basis at who was hired for “diversity” and who was hired simply because they were the best applicant for the job (which is often the exact same person), they cast the whole lot out. And, they effectively warn people not to hire anybody except white guys, because they suggest that anybody who isn’t might be a “diversity” hire which will trigger a lawsuit.
The memo on how to execute Trump’s order shutting down DEIA programs —which was issued by the Office of Personnel Management to all the heads of departments and agencies—illustrates the inherent discriminatory problems with these policies. One section of the memo, for instance, informs the agency heads that all employees of “DEIA offices” must be placed on administrative leave, immediately. But what defines a DEIA office? The memo doesn’t say. Instead, it says that some allegedly DEIA offices are “disguised” with “coded or imprecise language.”
What that means, effectively, is that anybody who is in a DEIA office or looks like they might be can immediately be placed on administrative leave without due process or any other legal determination. That is straight-up employment discrimination. The government itself is saying that it can’t say exactly who it’s going after, but it will know that person when it sees them. It creates two different classes of government employees: one group that the white supremacist government deems worthy, and another group that is deemed suspect, based on as little as an eye test.
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inkedinfusions · 2 days ago
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𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 | geto suguru chapter 1
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⊱𖤓⊰ | In which you, a thief, meet the lost prince of the kingdom.
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── ★ ˙ ̟ . ⚜️ .ᐟ.ᐟ masterlist
next–⊱
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𝟎𝟏 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭
chapter word count: 4.1k
content warnings: normal warnings for the tangled movie lol
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWIN!!!!! He is ooc in this because he isn't racist ☺️ Anyway, I'm going to take this opportunity to thank P for not complaining when I send them Geto edits and when I rant about jjk. New chapter comes out tomorrow! 
Thanks for reading!
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 your hair as you gaze upon the kingdom below you, the morning sun bathing the colorful houses all around. It is by all means a perfect day; the sky is clear, the air is warm, and you are about to be one of the richest people in the land. 
“Hey!” exclaims the voice of your partner, snapping you out of your daydreams. “The view is nice and all, but the longer we stay here, the higher the odds we get caught.”
“Since when have you ever cared about getting caught?” you ask, walking towards where Satoru stands. “I can recall at least five times where we almost got busted because of your idiotic tendencies.”
“But my dear Y/n, what you don't understand is that I have transformed into a new person,” he says. “My recent sabbatical really helped me ground myself in this–”
“You mean when you got caught and had to serve time until I helped you escape?”
“As I was saying! I am nothing but a law-abiding citizen, bound by the values of this kingdom.”
“That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard,” you say, tying the rope around your torso. “And I deal with you daily.”
You open the panel that sits directly on top of the stand that contains your objective. You scoff at the placement, wondering what dumb soul decided to compromise the circlet’s security with multiple removable panels. Still, if this piece of wood hadn’t been here, your job would be all the more difficult. And most normal people do not account for thieves on the roof.
“Yeah, keep talking and I’ll drop you,” Satoru says, gripping the rope to which you are attached. 
You choose to simply stick out your tongue rather than retort, for you are already being lowered into the hall and you’d rather not alert the guards prematurely. After you had the circlet, all was fair game. 
You would never say this out loud, but you are very thankful it was Satoru who botched one of your firsts jobs when you were teenagers. You were nimble, too gangly to steal anything big, but smart enough to manage on your own. Then Satoru entered the picture and something clicked. 
The boy could have chosen to leave you behind and escape himself, but instead he chose to create a distraction so you could escape too. You had left that job with no valuables except for a new partner in crime and a change in name, courtesy of Satoru.
The story went like this. In the middle of the job you both had bickered over who takes what, him calling you Starlight when you refused to give out your name, you calling him Six Eyes when he tripped over a bump in the carpet in the middle of the hall. This had continued until guards started to pursue you, and in the confusion, had christened you with those names on your new and shiny wanted posters. 
Those didn’t come until much later, when both you and Satoru were rising fast through local murmurs, and he threw a fit when your insult for him had taken the form of his identity. You didn’t mind, as you were completely comfortable with leaving Y/n behind, with only Satoru calling you that as a result of exchanging names in a show of trust. Which takes you to the situation at hand. 
The throne room you are being dropped into is lavishly decorated, full of banners with the royal crest, a circle that contains four swirling lines that converge into the small circle in the middle, symbolizing the sun. They are painted gold and a dark purple, almost blue, which combines with the stained glass windows that line the walls. 
You are carefully lowered by Satoru until you reach the stand placed in front of the thrones, where a royal circlet stands, the key to your newfound lifestyle. It is gold, lathered in jewels that range from dark amethysts to indigo sapphires, but it is surprisingly light when you pick it up. 
A guard sneezes and you get the wonderful idea to mess with them a little bit. Satoru couldn’t fault you; you were only following his example. 
“Bless you,” you say politely as you tug on the rope to signal Satoru to lift you, circlet already in your satchel.
“Thanks,” the guard says, unbothered. You snort when he whirls around moments later, managing to catch only the soles of your boots as you make your escape on the roof. 
You laugh as the guard shouts at you to wait, but you’re already sliding down the walls of the castle, making a quick getaway through alleyways and unused roads. You pivot on a corner, grabbing Satoru by the arm so he isn’t caught unprepared for the sharp turn, and he hoists you up to a roof when all the roads are blocked by guards. 
“So much for not getting caught, huh?” Satoru shouts at you while you make your escape to the nearby forest. 
“That’s my bad,” you respond, a grin betraying your lack of guilt. “Besides, look how productive we’ve been! It's what, eight? And we are already set for life!”
Satoru rolls his eyes as you dart through the foliage, amusement evident in the creases of his face. “I never want to hear you complain about my recklessness again.”
You shove him with a smile, when two posters nailed to a tree catch your eye. If the faces didn't spoil it, the names sure do; Starlight and Six Eyes, wanted dead or alive. Now, personally, you would prefer to not be caught at all, but it was nice that alive was still an option. You just have one grievance. 
“Geez. Does my hair look that frizzy to you?” you ask Satoru, ripping the poster of the tree and holding it next to your face for comparison. He shrugs, to which you call out his name with force.
“What? I didn’t draw that,” he says. “Why are you mad at me?” 
“Oh, it's easy for you to say,” you answer, ripping up his poster and waving it around. “I guess the illustrators must have a crush on you or something, because this looks like–”
“Like the real me? Thank you very much, it's genetics.”
“No dumbass, like a weird, exaggerated fantasy of a fairy tale prince,” you say.
Satoru snorts. “Please, as if a prince would ever affiliate himself with us.”
“True. Hey, aren’t those the Curses?” you ask, pointing to another poster depicting two guys, one with an eyepatch and another covered in stitches. “I didn’t know they escaped.”
“Oh shit, really?” Satoru grimaces. “All the more reason we need to lay low. I doubt they’ve forgiven us for that little stint we pulled at the port.”
“No shit, you nearly decapitated the guy–!” 
You are interrupted by the neigh of a horse, and when you whirl around you can see the head of the royal guard charging towards you and Satoru. You are quick to stash your poster in your satchel and to follow him deeper into the forest, dodging arrows as they are fired from crossbows. 
The guards do not slow down, and their horses only seem to get closer to you by the second, so you send a quick glance to Satoru and you both nod. He pivots left and you pivot right, buying a few seconds of confusion from your entourage. 
You’ll find him again—you always do—but in moments like this, crucial seconds can make the difference. An added bonus is the way one of you will help the other if they get caught, although now that your target was the royal palace and not some rando’s house you doubted your punishment would be something as simple as jail time. 
So you sprint through the forest, up hills and around spiky bushes as you try to lose your pursuers. And of course, with your rotten luck, the head of the guard has decided you’re the bigger threat, being the one with the satchel where the circlet is stashed, so he is now after you instead of Satoru. 
You hear the horses neigh just as you slide underneath a fallen trunk, barely dodging arrows meant for you. A stray vine almost makes you trip, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins replenishes the air in your lungs fast enough for you to keep running as fast as you can. 
Your eyes dart around, looking for anything that could stop at least the horses from pursuing after you. You weren’t confident in winning against them, but you could totally outrun the guards on foot. There, in the distance, a tree stands tall in the middle of your path, blocking off the free space at its sides.
You grin, grunting when you manage to jump through its branches, before you resume your sprint. You are tempted to let out a whoop, although all your hopes are crushed away when you glance back and notice the chief is still hot on your trail. 
Somehow, with the rush of adrenaline still in your blood, you manage to climb up a tree on the edge of the foliage. The chief doesn’t have time to think when you lunge at him from the tree, effectively knocking him off his horse and taking it for your own. 
You let out a gloating laugh, which is quickly extinguished when the horse stops dead on its tracks. It turns to look at you, and its eyes shine weirdly in the sun, making its pupils seem almost golden colored while its white pelt turns almost rainbow where the sun hits it.
“Go,” you say with urgency. “Come on, lets go–”
The horse cuts you off when his—his?—eyes zero in on your satchel, and he starts doing strange twirling movements to both get you off and grab it, somehow knowing the circlet is hidden there. His eyes dart from it to you for a moment, lunging for it at the same time you try not to lose your equilibrium. 
“Wha—Hey! Stop it!” you exclaim as the horse starts to twirl and jump and move forward. It is in one of those movements that the satchel flies away from your hands and into the cliff up front. 
You exhale when it is caught by a strangely large branch that stretches out into nothingness, and from there on, it's a battle between you and the horse to get to it first. Satoru would mock you if he could see you right now, something about fighting your equal or such leaving his mouth as he struggles to maintain his composure. 
But this horse plays dirty. It chews the edges of your pants, trips you, anything to bring you down. You use your nimbleness to elude the majority of his attacks, but just as you are about to reach the satchel, the branch cracks and snaps, sending both of you plummeting down to the forest below. 
You scream as you fall down, losing your grip of the branch when a rock from the cliffside splits it in half. You grunt when you land on the grass, managing to roll off what could be grave injuries, before quickly getting on your feet and on the move. That horse would not give up, so you either needed to regroup with Satoru or find a place where you could lay low. 
Thuds alert you before you see the horse again, so you duck on the side of a rock, crouched in between it and a wall covered in vines, and wait for him to walk away. You hold your breath as he somehow loses track of your scent and heads to the other side, maybe in search of its rider. 
You straighten up when he leaves, walking backwards in order to maybe grab some vines and climb the wall. Only that the wall is not really a wall. 
You yelp when you fall through, but your instinct makes you step inside the hidden cave when the sounds you made signal the horse of something in the vicinity. You watch as he moves around, his figure easily distinguished by the shadow he puts off against the vines. Your shoulders tense, but this time he leaves and you think it's for good. 
“Why did I–?” you ask yourself when you check your satchel and notice the wanted poster next to the circlet. You shrug and stuff it back down, heading deeper into the cave. But like the wall not being a wall, the cave is not a cave, and so you walk towards the light, expecting a small clearing or a skylight. 
You couldn’t be more wrong when you finally come face to face with the view, stealing what little breath you had left.
The valley surrounded by mountains is lush with green, multiple small ponds and grass patches and trees dotting it at random. In the end there is a waterfall, and the sound of water flowing calms you down, but even that can’t compare with the true star of the scenery. 
A magnificent tower stands tall in the middle of it all, with vines climbing all over its foundations, hit just the right way by the sun that peeks from above. It is beautiful, yes, but also the perfect place to hide. 
You dash across the valley, running side to side with the river flowing down from the waterfall. You take out stray arrows that had somehow found their way to your satchel—stashed by Satoru probably, as his idea of a prank—and manage to climb up the wall of the tower, using them as leverage to get you up. 
You grunt as you do this, lamenting that having your partner with you would probably make it easier, but you press on, seeing the window—not the door because of course it couldn’t have one. Noo, everything just had to be difficult—and just so managing to throw your body over it with your last whispers of strength.
You close the shutters with a bang, finally having time to catch your breath. Ha! you think. “I’d like to see you climb that,” you murmur with a grin, not even perplexed by the fact that you are beefing with a horse. Then you feel a quick flash of pain on the back of your skull and everything goes black. 
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You are rudely woken up by a weird sensation in your ear, making your eyes snap open as you shudder. Chills run through your body as you notice you are tied with a weird ass rope to a chair, which, if you didn’t know better, is reminiscent of black, ebony hair. 
It can’t be hair though because a, it is not possible for someone’s hair to be that long, and even if they didn’t cut it their whole lives, it wouldn't be as silky. And b, because hair doesn’t change colors when light hits it, and this strange black fiber is interrupted at times by golden strands that turn black again when it shifts in place.  
You follow the rope—hair?—with your eyes, until your surroundings get too dark for you to distinguish it, only catching glimpses of gold when it shuffles. Okay, pause. Shuffles?
“What the fuck?” you ask out loud, breaking the silence you had found yourself in.
“Struggling… struggling is pointless,” a man’s voice answers from the darkness, prompting you to look in its direction. “This is not your turf,” he continues, which only makes you more confused. Is he chiding you for trespassing his home?
“Look, uh, sir,” you start, spinning a lie as fast as you speak. “I’m just a weary traveler–”
“I don’t believe you,” the voice cuts you off, and the owner’s clothes rustle as he stands, coming into the light. “Who are you and how did you find me?”
You are momentarily stunned by him. He looks about your age, with a deep indigo vest over a long sleeved cream shirt. His pants are the color of burnt umber, held in place by a lighter brown belt. But his clothes are nothing compared to the man itself. 
Maybe it's your taste in people, but even Satoru cannot compare with him. His eyes are the color of deep purple, swirling with galaxies in its iris, framed by long, black eyelashes. His face is as sculpted as some of the most impressive sculptures you’ve ever seen, and his eyebrows frame his features perfectly, black like his hair. 
But his hair is not pure ebony either. You note that it is the same thing that is binding you to the chair, proving right your earlier supposition of it being hair. Now that you know its hair, it's all the more interesting. It's black and gold and everything in between, and where the lights hit the top of his head, it seems to glow. 
“Find you?” you ask confused after a beat. “I didn’t—are you on the run too?”
“On the run?” he repeats, eyes narrowing. “So you are a criminal then.”
“Okay, first,” you say, extending your pointer finger, “criminal is a hurtful label and totally not true–”
“So this wanted poster isn’t yours then? Starlight?” 
He waves a crumpled up paper around, and you catch a glimpse of the same poster you had ripped from the tree earlier. 
“That's not mine…” you immediately deny, trailing off when you realize you don’t know his name.
“Suguru,” he says. “Don’t wear it off.”
“Well, Suguru,” you say, “if you could just graciously let me explain—Wait, where did you get that? That was in—” You curse mentally when you notice your satchel isn’t with you anymore, wildly looking around the room you find yourself in. “Hey! That was in my satchel! What did you do to it?”
“I hid it,” Suguru answers, a small grin finding its way to his face. “Somewhere you’ll never find it.”
You scan the room with your eyes, your brain automatically registering any and all places, both obvious and not, where the satchel could be stashed. In the corner of your eye you notice a strangely placed pot, which, combined with the guy’s apparent lack of common sense, tells you it's the perfect hiding place.
“It's in the pot, right?” you dead pan, gesturing to the pot with your head. 
You hear a clang and everything goes black again. 
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“Ow!” is the first thing you grumble when you regain consciousness again. “Keep going and I’ll have no brain cells left, princess.”
“I am neither a princess nor a girl,” Suguru says, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”
“Yeah, whatever,” you respond. “Where then, is my satchel?”
“Now it's somewhere you’ll never find. But no matter,” he continues. “The real question here is what do you want with my hair?”
“Your hair?” You let out a small, unbelieving laugh. “Believe me, the only thing I want with your hair is to get out of it. Literally,” you finish, gesturing to your binded wrists as a way to emphasize your point.
He raises an eyebrow, like he somehow can’t accept that you aren't here to steal his hair. Wow, it sounds ridiculous just thinking about it. He circles you with his weapon of choice, an old pan, walking in and out of your field of vision. What weird hermit’s house had you broken into? 
“You don't… want to sell my hair?”
“Why the hell would I want to do that?” you say. “Look, I was in a hurry and in need of a place to stay. I saw a tower, I climbed it, and now I’m here. End of story.”
Suguru looks you up and down, weighing your words now against the obvious lies you told him at the beginning. “You’re being genuine,” he finally says. 
“No duh,” you answer, recoiling when he points the pan at you and a small lizard stands on its edge, glaring at you with its slimy eyes. You freeze, following its movements with your eyes when Sugure takes the pan back, retreating to the darkness. 
He turns his back to you, slightly slouching down to talk with… is that the lizard? On his shoulder? Man, this place is just getting weirder and weirder by the second. He mumbles, and you only manage to catch truth and strangely fangs.
“Okay then, Starlight,” he says. “I’d be willing to offer you a deal.”
“A deal?”
“Yes. A deal.”
You watch as Suguru climbs the fireplace, your chair coming dangerously close to toppling over when he moves his hair to shift you in his direction. Your eyes are now more or less used to the lack of light, so you use that movement to look around. The walls of the tower are completely covered in paintings, ranging from people doing various things to multiple objects strewn about. 
“This,” he says, revealing a mural covered by a curtain, “is what I want to see.”
The scene is that of a night sky framed by a forest, with who you assume to be Suguru perched on top of a tree. The night sky is filled with lights and you quickly recognize what it is he is referring to. 
“You mean the lantern thing they do for the prince?” you ask.
“They’re lanterns?” he questions, looking back at his paintings. “In retrospect, it's kinda dumb to think they were stars, huh?”
“Stars don’t move,” you say. “Nor do they only appear once a year.”
“That's what I said!” he exclaims, turning to you. “Well, it doesn't matter. Tomorrow these… lanterns will appear and I want you to escort me to and back from the light show. Then, and only then,” he emphasizes, “will I return your precious satchel. Do we have a deal, Starlight?”
“Yeah, no,” you say, much to his dismay. “I’ll get lynched if I come as close as five meters from the kingdom. That is not a figure of speech.”
He looks you up and down, chewing his bottom lip, contemplating. “We find ourselves at odds then,” Suguru says. “You can’t leave without your satchel and I won’t give it to you unless we have a deal.”
“I don't know what brought you here,” he continues, jumping down from the fireplace’s mantle. “A poet would say fate, others would say destiny—”
“A horse did.”
“But against all common sense,” he says, completely smoothing over what you said, “I have made the decision to trust you.”
“You are right,” you say. “It is against common sense to trust me.”
Suguru scoffs, using his hair to bring your chair closer and closer to him. “So in return, you can trust me when I say that you can destroy this room, tear the tower brick by brick,” he says, punctuating each statement with a pull. “But without my help? Oh, you never find your precious satchel.” 
You huff, looking down to escape the drilling holes of Suguru’s gaze, his face so close to you you swear you can see entire galaxies in his eyes. You meditate on your options for a moment; it's either lose what you almost gave up your freedom to get, or possibly get sent to the gallows for stealing from the royal family. 
“You’re not going to budge, huh, princess?” you ask after a beat, relishing in the way the corner of his left eye twitches when you call him by the nickname. 
“What do you think?” he retorts, tiling his head to the side with an irritated grin.
You hum, taking in his question. “Can we compromise on me giving you directions?”
“No.”
You groan. “What? There's, like, nothing out there that could harm you. Notice how I'm talking about you here?” you say, craning your neck to get closer. “With me, however, it's a given I’ll end up next in line to get hanged.”
“Not my problem,” he says. “If the poster is anything to get by, then you probably deserve it.”
His words would cut more if it weren’t for the fact that you’re pretty sure he is extremely sheltered, and so, he doesn’t know neither your life nor the context in which it was written. So you simply shrug and sigh, ready to accept his deal. Hell, maybe you could show him something to be scared about and he’ll abandon his childish quest of seeing the lanterns. 
“Fine,” you say, not missing the slight twinkle in his eyes when you agree. “I’ll take you to see the lanterns or whatever. And then you'll give me my satchel.”
“Deal,” Suguru says with a grin.
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Let’s talk about the utility of rebranding and recycling old ideas with new terms but different justifications.
The predecessor of antisemitism was Judea haas. Jew hate. It was bigotry based on religious and supernatural justification. Jews have magical powers granted to them by the devil because they killed Jesus. While the Roman’s were retroactively and for all time forgiven for directly and intentionally killing the Christian god. Jews on the other hand were condemned as responsible and powerfully demonic for all generations going forward, guilty at the moment of their conception. A baby Jew is as responsible for killing Jesus and disobeying Mohammad as a Jew who didn’t stop the crucifixion.
When Hitler wanted to blame the Jews for Germany losing WW1 (as specious and wrong as blaming all jews for all eternity of killing Christ rather than the Roman’s with the nails, spears, armies and whips) he couldn’t use religion or witchcraft to blame Jews because he lived in an age of science. Peer review was the best way to prove things, thus the science of why Jews are the root of all evil, genetically and scientifically, aka “antisemitism” was the most popular term. Eugenics and race science are just the non Jewish specific terms but they are the same. And people jumped at the chance to hate Jews but now with a modern explanation. Because antisemitism is an answer, “all problems are the Jews fault!” In search of a justification.
Now that political and sociological terms are the hot new thing we have the term antizionism. Antizionists will argue that the 9 month old baby, or the twelve year old Jewish girl in France, or the Jewish woman from around the world attending a music festival on the wrong patch of dirt all deserved it for the sociological/economic/political reasons. that Jews are born evil and that evil carries forward from their conception by their associations with a war against Jews that they just heard about and refuse to know more. No one wants to admit is a war on Jews because to side with racists don’t look good. I mean Hamas, hezbolloah, Houthis and Iran openly state it’s a war against Jews, but because racial bigotry (bigotry based on a person’s genetics and ethnicity) is unpopular…
…we get the rebrand of antisemitism, which was the rebrand of Judea haas, which itself was a rebrand of Jew hate from the witch trials and stretched all the way into the ancient Roman and Egyptian hated of Jews, which was socio-political ironically.
So no, you can’t be antizionist and not antisemitic. I don’t care that there are antizionist Jews. There were also eugenicist Jews, ask a Neo Nazi or an antizionist for examples (they both obsessively collect evidence of how evil Jews are from birth.)
In case you are an antizionist and wonder how history will remember you: stupid, cruel, racist, and embarrassing.
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