#but its not their place to fix it i guess

[subjectsix]

I do know most of these have a kind of workaround, and this post has been a great place for people to suggest more and find some for themselves, which rules! Most things I’ve complained about here I’ve got a workaround for already— for those suggesting Linux, I have a machine running Mint

My point is we can’t just wait for The Revolution™️, a vague concept of the future, and the workarounds aren’t solutions, just temporary fixes. My point is it needs to be talked about more (my wall of text got 20,000 notes, that’s wild to me) and we need to be active how we can in carving out our own spaces. I’m debating buying a forum soon and looking for more to join. I cancelled Spotify and I’m working on seeing if a Pi Hole to block ads is good for my household.

I’ve spent a lot of time compromising begrudgingly, so now I’m hopeful (and certain tbh) that people will be the little changes that stop this ball from rolling. Its not convenient or doable for everyone to become Linux users, or all switch to dumb phones, or all quit Facebook— but based on this post everyone’s fed up enough to be heard enough about the fact that we won’t put up with garbage and there are alternatives.

The current major internet spaces don’t foster community well. I saw people on Tiktok lamenting how Ena, an extremely popular series with a new game coming out for free and doing very well for itself, had a “dead fandom” because engagement wasn’t constant and loud. Some people don’t know how the internet was, and don’t know the alternatives suggested in this post.

I guess, really, my point is to not shut up about the fact that ownership of things and the right to repair are extremely important, and to remind people the things we miss can be done right now, and to not let the temporary fixes be the ultimate solutions.

I love love that tons of people on this post are offering to show people their fixes, and providing instructions on how to nuke Edge or Copilot off their computers. I even have a resource post in the works. That’s the online community I’ve missed! It’s still here, we just have to be more proactive about finding it :’)

Its like you say— there are work arounds! And I think everyone is ready for them (and sick of needing them). We gotta form community (small and big) about it and be willing to reject what we can of the growing bloatware and enshittification of stuff

I don't know I'm not done talking about it. It's insane that I can't just uninstall Edge or Copilot. That websites require my phone number to sign up. That people share their contacts to find their friends on social media.

I wouldn't use an adblocker if ads were just banners on the side funding a website I enjoy using and want to support. Ads pop up invasively and fill my whole screen, I misclick and get warped away to another page just for trying to read an article or get a recipe.

Every app shouldn't be like every other app. Instagram didn't need reels and a shop. TikTok doesn't need a store. Instagram doesn't need to be connected to Facebook. I don't want my apps to do everything, I want a hub for a specific thing, and I'll go to that place accordingly.

I love discord, but so much information gets lost to it. I don't want to join to view things. I want to lurk on forums. I want to be a user who can log in and join a conversation by replying to a thread, even if that conversation was two days ago. I know discord has threads, it's not the same. I don't want to have to verify my account with a phone number. I understand safety and digital concerns, but I'm concerned about information like that with leaks everywhere, even with password managers.

I shouldn't have to pay subscriptions to use services and get locked out of old versions. My old disk copy of photoshop should work. I should want to upgrade eventually because I like photoshop and supporting the business. Adobe is a whole other can of worms here.

Streaming is so splintered across everything. Shows release so fast. Things don't get physical releases. I can't stream a movie I own digitally to friends because the share-screen blocks it, even though I own two digital copies, even though I own a physical copy.

I have an iPod, and I had to install a third party OS to easily put my music on it without having to tangle with iTunes. Spotify bricked hardware I purchased because they were unwillingly to upkeep it. They don't pay their artists. iTunes isn't even iTunes anymore and Apple struggles to upkeep it.

My TV shows me ads on the home screen. My dad lost access to eBook he purchased because they were digital and got revoked by the company distributing them. Hitman 1-3 only runs online most of the time. Flash died and is staying alive because people love it and made efforts to keep it up.

I have to click "not now" and can't click "no". I don't just get emails, they want to text me to purchase things online too. My windows start search bar searches online, not just my computer. Everything is blindly called an app now. Everything wants me to upload to the cloud. These are good tools! But why am I forced to use them! Why am I not allowed to own or control them?

No more!!!!! I love my iPod with so much storage and FLAC files. I love having all my fics on my harddrive. I love having USBs and backups. I love running scripts to gut suck stuff out of my Windows computer I don't want that spies on me. I love having forums. I love sending letters. I love neocities and webpages and webrings. I will not be scanning QR codes. Please hand me a physical menu. If I didn't need a smartphone for work I'd get a "dumb" phone so fast. I want things to have buttons. I want to use a mouse. I want replaceable batteries. I want the right to repair. I grew up online and I won't forget how it was!

[tokay-blog]

Sg Breakdown, unlike its original version, is a very aggressive personality, which the decepticons prefer not to meet unnecessarily. However, he was a medic who helped in the rescue of the vehicons, albeit a little. And despite his grumblings, he did provide medical assistance, as much as was possible in their position and amount of resources.

And in this he was completely different from Knockout, who on the contrary didn't know how to fix bots (and in this case permanent operations were needed), but boasted that he was better at it. Breakdown was insulted by this, and quite often chased Knockout out of the medical bay like an annoying dog. After his death, Knockout was happy about it and immediately took the lab for himself... and cons were actually deprived of medical care.

With Airachnid, I think it's not hard to guess that such a delicate violet would reach for a scary boogeyman :D

A small explanation to this sketch. Laserbeak's main task, as in the original, is scouting. But, being a therapy pigeon, he also provided psychological support (mostly to the vehicons). Medical operations also relates to this, which Breakdown wasn't too happy about.

But Laserbeak has a knack for determining which bots he's allowed to approach and which ones he's not (He never comes close to Knockout, Megatron, or autobots in that regard). The bird often flies separately from its owner and is able to perform some tasks on its own. But this also means increased caution. _________________________ You can try to guess what made Breakdown lose his eye, by the way (¬‿¬ ) Given that the events of the sg only took place on Cybertron.

Sg Knockout

Sg Soundwave

Sg Starscream

[yoyomomiko]

Hello so I have a Daisuke x reader request if you don't mind! I loved the make out story you did and so if you don't mind Daisuke and reader making out an Daisuke bitting HARD on reader skin like this 😨 hard so hard that the EVERYONE could notice it and how it go to that point like if you don't mind

You don't have to do! If you don't want! Have a nice day!

Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader

Warnings: BITING; marking; hickeys, SUGGESTIVE (kinda nsfw, so mdni I guess??), cringe, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

(A/N): I had a little bit too much fun writing this😨 THIS IS SO GROSS AND CRINGE WHAT DO I DO😣 Btw I like, haven't posted a fic in so long lol, I'm really sorry and all, I'm a bit late🤠 -> m.list

Daisuke's hands were both on opposite sides of your head, your legs wrapped around his waist and hands thrown loosely over his shoulders.

His lips were pressed to yours in a deep, heated kiss. He gently bit your bottom lip, as if asking for you to open your mouth. You let out a soft gasp and slowly parted your lips, his tongue immediately finding its way inside and twirling around with your own.

After a few moments, he pulled away, panting. You were breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down as you stared at him, watching him gaze back at you with love filling his eyes. You adored the way his hair fell down and over his face most of the time when he was looking down at you, when you were in the same exact position as you were in right now.

Daisuke smiled at you, his face burying into your neck as he started leaving soft kisses down to your shoulder. You chuckled at the ticklish sensation, with the way his lips barely hovered onto your skin, lightly pressing kisses. One of his hands went to hold onto your waist, the other supporting him.

His gentle kisses slowly turned to sucking, earning whines from you. He left a few faint red marks on your shoulders that would surely fade away in a few hours, luckily not too visible.

Daisuke trailed his kisses to your jaw, your hands tangling in his hair. All of the sudden, he bit down on your neck, digging his teeth into your skin and drawing out a yelp from you as you pulled on his hair. He gently licked the mark, sucking to soothe the pain.

Daisuke pulled back as he chuckled, staring down at you with nothing but joy in his eyes. He admired his work, eyes scanning over the faint red splotches, until he came upon the one he just gave you a few seconds prior. It slowly turned into a dark purple spot, right on your upper neck, on display to anybody passing by.

"Sorry." He smiled at you, to wich you raised a brow in confusion.

"You might need to cover that up." He added, nuzzling his face into your neck as you slowly came to the realization that yes, he did leave a noticeable mark.

"I thought we talked about where you place your kisses." You sighed out, fighting a smile at his stupidity.

"We did?"

You shook your head, knowing it was pointless. Just how would you walk around the ship now?

...

...

You thought you were slick enough.

You pulled your uniform collar a bit higher, covering over the mark perfectly.

What you didn't know, was that if you even tilted your head slightly, it would be completely evident.

...

...

CURLY

You were hurrying out of Daisuke's room, hoping not to be seen by others, scanning the area and making sure no one was there.

You fixed up your hair a bit, pulling the collar of your uniform higher.

Your shoes tapped on the floor, rushing through the hallways. You weren't even looking up ahead, eyes glued to your feet.

You raised your head just in time to prevent yourself from crashing into your captain, forcing your legs to stop abruptly.

You smiled nervously, looking at him and giving a short nod as a greeting, to wich he reciprocated.

Although his eyes seemed to linger on you for a while longer, his brows furrowing as he studied you.

"You okay?" He asked, his expression one of curiosity and hesitance.

"Yeah... Why wouldn't I be?" You replied, your brow arching in confusion.

"No reason... Carry on." He nodded, giving an unsure smile as he walked away, leaving you dumbstruck.

...

It HAD to have been a hickey. He knew it too well. He was aware of how one looked like... But that mark specifically looked more like teeth marks to him. As if someone bit down onto you.

Curly was a bit perplexed. He didn't remember there being a rule against relationships among the crew... But then again, who was it?

His suspicion was aimed at Daisuke, since you two are in close age range and always hang out together.

JIMMY

Your feet dragged on the floor lazily, humming to yourself on your way to meet Anya.

Just then, you saw Jimmy walking towards your direction. You didn't like Jimmy.

You almost rolled your eyes, but you gave a quick wave so he doesn't think you're an asshole.

He gave a nod back, before stopping briefly to look at you. He stared you down, eyes going wide and a frown forming on his lips.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked in disgust, studying you.

You raised a brow as you tilted your head to the side in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

He sighed and shook his head, looking straight ahead again.

"Nevermind... slut." He mumbled the last part, chuckling as he walked away.

You swore you heard him insult you, but you just didn't hear him well enough, therefore there was no evidence.

...

He knew DAMN WELL.

Fingers pointed proudly at Daisuke.

Jimmy always had a feeling you two were a bit TOO close, not co-workers type of close, neither friends type of close.

He just didn't expect the dumbass to have a chance, let alone manage to get into your pants.

ANYA

After all of those uncomfortable encounters and awkward situations, you finally stopped in front of the medical room, where Anya was currently working.

Before you could enter, Anya herself came out of the room, a bit surprised to see you there as she flinched, before smiling quickly.

"Oh, you scared me..." She spoke, her eyes studying your face before they stopped at a specific spot.

Her brows furrowed a little, seeming concerned.

"Are you alright?" She asked, thinking it was maybe a rash, or possibly even allergies.

"Hm? Why wouldn't I be?" You questioned, squinting your eyes at her.

Everybody's been acting weird today...

Anya's eyes widened for a brief second as she took a closer look, her lips parting before they shut closed. She felt a weird burning feeling through her chest, and her mind just fogged up. Did something bad happen to you?

But you seemed happy... Maybe a little tense, but happy nonetheless. She thought back to all the times she's caught you and Daisuke in each other's rooms, brushing it off as just "friends talk", or all the times she's seen you two chatting a bit too smug in the hallways, also every single time she's heard you two flirt with each other. The corners of her mouth were fighting for life, trying to hold back a smile.

"No, nevermind, I think you should check up on that." She suggested, patting your shoulder and walking past you.

"Wait, I wanted to tell you something!"

"Check up on Daisuke while you're at it..." She whispered to herself, letting out a quiet giggle.

Your brows raised, lips forming a thin line. Just what the hell was going on?

...

It was hard to believe that YOU would actually do such a thing. She just couldn't think of her friend doing stuff like this.

She knew all too well it was Daisuke.

Another thing is that she was incredibly shocked at the fact that Daisuke managed to leave such a mark on you, she pondered for a while and came to the conclusion that it must've hurt like hell.

SWANSEA

You felt weird, getting scanned by your crew members' eyes and maybe even judged by some.

So why not try and find Daisuke, pretty much the only person who know how to comfort you best?

Of course, he'd be with Swansea.

You opened the door, but your boyfriend wasn't there, only the same grumpy man.

"What do you want?" Swansea asked, before turning to look at you.

"Just looking for Daisuke." You replied, taking a quick glance around the room.

"Are you okay?" He asked, squinting his eyes at you.

"Everyone's been asking me that, I don't get it!" You didn't bother responding, your brows furrowing as you started getting a bit irritated.

"Pull up your collar or something. Damn animals..." He muttered that last part, going back to his work as you stood there in utter shock.

So that's what was wrong.

...

Swansea already knew it. All too well.

Daisuke was just praising you so much, talking his ear off, mentioning every single detail you had.

Since the airhead can't keep secrets too well, he managed to accidentally spill it out one day.

But it wasn't like Swansea didn't know, he's caught you two together a couple of times, he just never talked about it.

...

You felt your cheeks heat up as you tugged harshly on your collar to pull it up, wanting the ship to crash right at this moment.

Screw you Daisuke. Screw your boyfriend for embarrassing you in front of everyone.

★yoyomiko ★miko

[wolfsclothing6]

The Garage Change

Eric groaned as he pulled into the small, grimy auto shop on the outskirts of town. His car had been making an awful grinding noise for days, and now it had finally given up. The sign above the shop read "Teddy’s Auto Repairs" in faded red letters, and the whole place smelled of motor oil, sweat, and old rubber.

Inside, a burly, bearded mechanic in grease-streaked overalls greeted him with a lazy wave. "What can I do for ya?" the man asked in a deep, gravelly voice.

“My car’s dead,” Eric muttered. “I just need it fixed as fast as possible.”

“Sure thing. Give me an hour or two.” The mechanic, whose name tag read Teddy, chuckled. “Might as well hang out. You look like you’ve never stepped foot in a place like this before.”

Eric rolled his eyes but stayed. The shop was cluttered with tools, rags, and parts, and the air felt thick. To pass the time, Eric wandered over to a rack of spare overalls and jackets hanging in the corner. On impulse, he grabbed a worn, oversized jumpsuit—it smelled of sweat and grease but had a strange warmth to it, almost like it was alive.

For some reason, Eric felt compelled to try it on. “Might as well look the part,” he joked to himself. Slipping into the jumpsuit, he immediately felt the rough fabric hug his body. It was a snug fit at first, but as he zipped it up, it started to stretch and shift around him.

A sudden heat flushed through Eric’s body. He stumbled, grabbing onto a nearby counter as a strange sensation coursed through him. His lean frame began to fill out, his muscles softening and thickening with layers of fat. His stomach pushed against the jumpsuit, forming a round belly that strained the zipper. His chest grew heavier, and his arms thickened, their once-smooth skin becoming rough and hairy.

“What the hell is happening to me?” Eric gasped, his voice deepening. He looked down at his hands, now calloused and smeared with grease as if he’d been working in the shop for years.

His face tingled as stubble sprouted into a full, grizzled beard. His jawline softened, his cheeks filling out with a rugged, weathered look. Even his hair changed, shortening and receding slightly beneath an old trucker cap that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Eric’s thoughts began to cloud. The polished, white-collar world he knew faded as memories of tuning engines, changing oil, and sharing beers with the boys in the shop took its place. The pride he once had in his spotless clothes and clean hands vanished, replaced by a strange satisfaction in being sweaty, dirty, and strong.

By the time the transformation stopped, Eric—or rather, Teddy—stood there, scratching his beard and looking around like nothing was out of the ordinary. He didn’t even notice his reflection in the grease-streaked mirror, where a bulky, burly mechanic stared back at him.

The original Teddy came out of the back room, wiping his hands on a rag. “Lookin’ good,” he said with a smirk, giving the new Teddy a slap on the back.

Eric opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a low chuckle. “Guess I’m ready to get to work,” he said, his voice rough and gravelly.

By the end of the day, he was under the hood of a car, cracking jokes with the other mechanics and feeling like he’d been there his whole life. The old Eric was gone, replaced by a grease-streaked, happy, hard-working man who lived for the smell of oil and the roar of engines.

[waddei]

okay yall can read it if youd like its 1.7k words long so beware

at first. he had been terrified.and it seemed silly now.

he  wrapped his hair around a soft towel, letting it soak up the water before it ran down his back.

he had stumbled into this place by accident,guided only by desperation and hunger techno had pried open a window in this isolated cabin and simply jumped inside.

he slid on the shirt he'd borrowed, the soft off-white spider silk fabric was too comfortable to let go off.

the basement had seemed abandoned, unused and dust filled, but a raised ledge in the roughly carved rock happened to be right below the fireplace and that's all that techno needed.

the pants didn't fit him as well as the shirt, having to fold the cuffs over to not trip on them. he looked briefly at his hands while buckling his belt,his knuckles where healing nicely.

the owner of the house, who it would have been easy to guess the name off had techno looked around any further than from the food storage chests, had a reputation that would be foolish to ignore.

his boots stood out against the rather high end outfit, strips of scrap leather held them together with knots and buckles he'd grown too attached to fix. techno opens the bathroom door and steps into the living room where steam from his bath escaped through the windows he'd forgotten to close.

when he first heard him from his makeshift bed below the fireplace, techno's blood had ran cold. a loud yawn, unintelligible complaining and the sound of weapons hitting the table. he feared his own breathing might have too loud.

he checked on the meat he'd taken off the ice before, the fatty loin was still just as solid as before,he'd have to put it next to the fire if they wanted to eat it for dinner tonight .

Theseus wasn't all that bad, he would dared to say that the man was cool even. but the last time they've seen each other he had failed to fight off the man wielding two flimsy opalyte  daggers even with a netherite axe, so he wasn't willing to risk encountering him with his equipment  now.

almost I'm sync with techno setting a pot near the fire to defrost the meat Theseus swung the door open. 

he was tall, taller than techno at least, and  wore his curly light blonde hair slightly past his shoulders that he adorned with a white  fox pelt sewn into a knitted cape.

"morning big t!"  he greets him with the usual loudness that always catches him off Guard.

"good morning Theseus" he responds, watching the man brush snow off his shoes and placing his coat on the backrest of his chair. 

"are you not gonna wrap that up anymore?" the man asks pointing a finger to the wound on his face. 

a deep slash of a sword  that had narrowly avoided taking one of his eyes with it.

techno shakes his head and starts gathering his hair up on a bun. 

"i don't like the bandages"

 Theseus purses his lips but swallows his comment, instead heading to his room to change.

techno takes the time to look to the daggers left in the table.

normally worn around the man's belt, they catch the light differently with every angle you hold them at, the opals pattern glistening in shades of blues, yellows, reds and purples.

he'd yet to ask Theseus why he choose such an odd and arguably unfitting material for them, they where expertly crafted and, if you looked closely enough, carved enchantments infused with lapis gave the blades a subtle shinning pattern that almost blended with the opal. he fantasied of the damage they could do if they're where casted out of the purest netherite, though maybe it was the opal that made them so special? again he'd have to ask Theseus about it to really know.

he looked at his own axe, resting near his heavy coat by the door. 

it was  far worse that the one he had back In the mainland , to the point where he thought it embarrassing to call it his own.this one was hastily crafted in secret with the best diamonds he could have found. due to the lack of any precise tools the lapis lazuli scribbles where too big to fit more than 3 enchantment lines on the axes head. 

"staring at that poor axe again?" Theseus barges back into the living room with a golden apple in hand that he tosses at techno as soon as he's within view. 

techno grabs it before it hits his face and takes a big bite off it.

"if it pisses you off so much then just get rid of it"

techno furrowed his brow while licking some apple juice off his lips. 

"it'll be a waste, and it's all I have" 

"no it's not, I've got whole blocks of diamonds on that chest over there " Theseus signals vaguely to his left "you could make as many axes as you damn please"

Theseus was right, and techno wasn't particularly against taking resources from him either, but that flimsy axe had been the only thing he had left before coming here so, for better or for worse, he had gotten attached.

"do we need any firewood right now?" he  attempts to switch the subject much to Theseus's annoyance.

the man finally pockets his daggers and goes to a small woven basket on the side of the fireplace. "no we don't, I had a small errand to run around the northern village but that's taken care off already. you should find Another way to entertain yourself big t, of else we're-"

Theseus stopped himself mid sentence, holding now a finger to his lips.

techno looks at  him confused "what? what happene-" 

"shh!" Theseus hizzed, steeping carefully to the window. techno followed tho Theseus's hand kept him from looking out.

"you said to tell you whenever they came around right? well Astrid's by the fence already"

techno's blood ran cold, immediately he scrambled away from the window.

"go to the closet and behind the coats, I'll talk to her and see what she wants" Theseus whispers. techno gives a brief nod before he runs.

he watches her take big steps in the deep snow,her boots seemingly not fit for the Terrain.

Astrid finally makes it to the porche, netherite boots clanking against the wood, she looked angry but maybe not at him. Theseus spies through the peephole on the door how she lightly brushed snow off her hair before knocking.

"hello?  anyone there?" she calls out, waving her netherite sword around in annoyance. Theseus waits a few seconds before finally answering the door.

Astrid jumps slightly before straighten herself again and greeting him, face much more relaxed than before.

she wore a white wooly cap, forgoing her usual helmet due to the cold. underneath her purple eyes two blacks stars where drawn on with eye liner 

she otherwise wore fairly standard winter attire, though slightly too light for the cold of the region. a longer version of her puffy white jacket and some tight snowflake print leggings underneath.

"heyyy so" she starts, trying to look inside his house while he stood at the door in front of her "jschlatt told me to come check here for techno- well he actually told me and panda but he said it was too cold and fucked off somewhere else" she angrily mumbled the last bit. at least that explained her attitude before.

Theseus nods "right, and how is that my problem"

"well it's not, unless he's here. there's nowhere else for him to be in Miles, you're the nearest to where he was exiled to" she plants her sword on the ground, leaning on it. "rules are rules, you gotta let me in big guy" 

" y'know I was about to start preparing myself a lovely meal and you interrupted me" he matches her pose leaning on the doorframe, though instead of bullshitting for much longer  he  moves from the door, leading her in with a single motion.

"you said Jschlatt is looking for him?" 

"oh yeah, gotta make sure he doesn't run off somewhere he shouldn't be" she giggles to herself a bit after saying that.

he boots stomp loudly on the wood, it grates Theseus the slightest bit but he's not about to enforce his "no armour on the house " rule for one of jschlatts closes allies.

"cozy place you got in here!" Astrid lazily moves around the curtains and opens drawers where techno definitely could not fit. "do any misses come around here or is it too cold?" 

"bit too cold for the misses sadly, only one that visits me is Toby" he laughs a bit while she checks behind the chimney.

"oh boooo  poor you. what's this way?" she points to a door.

"the bathroom"

Astrid opens the door briefly to the small shower and vanity space before closing it  immediately. 

"up there?" she points to the attic. 

"my room" 

he doesn't bother following her. Astrid quickly climbs the stairs and peeks her head inside. 

on a surprising turn of events however she immediately slid down the stair again, seemingly satisfied without checking anything else.

"and there?"

she points now to exactly where techno was.

Theseus acts calm . "the storage closet"

he walks over before she could and opens it for her.

somewhere between the boxes and coats, Technoblade held his breath.

Astrid rummages through it , striking light conversation with Theseus while she does so. 

eventually, much to everyone's relief, she gives up.

"well, can't say I didn't look!" she wipes the dust off her hands on the closet door. "so if jschaltt comes around to complain tell him to fuck off, oh and if you see apandah kill him"

they both laugh and Astrid collects her sword back, "gonna go back now, tell the boss the bad news"

"alright Astrid nice seeing you"

"bye!" 

Theseus guides her back to the door and closes it as soon as she's off the porche.

techno toppled over from the box he was hiding in. taking a gulp of air and shaking dust off his hair.

"you're lucky she didn't really want to do her job" 

techno coughs. "those losers only like to work when it's to mess with people" 

Theseus helps him brush the dirt off his shirts. "the other one didn't even show up.." 

"good! he's unbearable"

Theseus laughs like it was a joke, but he was dead serious.

would anyone be willing to read a slittle snipped (maybe 1k smt words long) of a little bedrock bros swap au thing I wrote a bit ago ..... I want to know if I cooked or not frankly

[leviiackrman]

"Apparently I have 'behavioural issues' and am 'a bad influence'? But damn I'm fun!"

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[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

[diddlesnap]

this line always shocked me like i always forget peeta's popular because the only friend of his who's ever so much as named is delly. and they were really just friends when they were little kids.

[lukasdoodles]

HELLO AGAIN

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[creaturefeaster]

I'm not sure how to word this so forgive me if it sounds odd but would the mimes be considered parasites from a more scientific standpoint? Considering they look for living hosts and such. I hope I conveyed that right I don't want to sound rude ^ ^;

Not quite, but I understand what you're asking.

Mimes can-- but do not need to if they do not want to-- seek out a host that is capable of life, but currently is not alive. Life in this instance means capable of functioning through an energy source, and not alive means not actively receiving the required energy in order to function.

So this includes: the recently but vitally intact deceased as well as animals, dying plants, unpowered electronics, dead but undamaged electrical grids.

I believe from a scientific point of view, they would be participating in some form of forceful mutualism, especially in organic hosts where they prevent further decay of the body by providing energy and reviving dead cells. In return, mimes gain near-complete control of the mind and body of the host, and are the only thing that can ensure the body continues to thrive as intended.

[sonknuxadow]

im a sonic 06 defender but one of the things about that game that i absolutely cannot defend is its handling of blaze . literally one of the coolest sonic characters ever yet they had her do almost nothing of importance other than die at the end to make silver sad . she interacts with nobody other than silver and on the rare occasion she appears in a scene with someone else she just stands there and says nothing while the other character doesnt acknowledge her existence at all . the only thing she really adds other than dying is making everything way more confusing than it needs to be because her being from the future and seemingly not knowing sonic contradicts what we already knew about her. overall it just doesnt seem like they put much thought into her inclusion and i wouldnt be surprised to find out she was a last minute addition. blaze youdidnt deserve this bestie

[gece-misin-nesin]

Regarding Batman and Responsibility: A Rant

So, whenever there is talk about the age old question of "Should Batman kill Joker?" there is always, and I mean always someone who says something along the lines of: "But it's not Batman's responsibility to kill Joker so it's wrong to put the burden onto him." and on the surface this seems like a reasonable argument. After all, there is a police department in gotham, there is a government, so shouldn't we hold them accountable as well? Well, not exactly.

(Warning: I probably mispelled responsibility and responsible a LOT in this post, please don't begrudge me for it.)

Of course, those institutions ARE responsible for the Joker to some degree but the real question, to me, is: why is Batman considered as "NOT responsible" when he very much is.

People who make this argument usually say: "Well Batman is a volunteer, a vigilante! This is practically none of his bussiness." And true, Bruce isn't required to be a vigilante, he does it entirely out of his own volition. But is that not the whole reason why he IS responsible? I mean, Bruce is the one who CHOSE to take up that responsibilty, he is the one who CHOSES to shoulder that burden. In that sense he isn't that different from a government official/cop/etc. those people do it of their on will too don't they? Bruce, day after day, year after year, choses to fight for Gotham, to protect it and its people; he takes those responsibilities onto himself and yet... stopping Joker somehow, isn't one of them?

In my opinion, it is hypocritical. Bruce is the one who says things like "Gotham is MY city" or "I don't allow metas in Gotham, you need MY permission." or "You can't operate as a vigilante in Gotham without my say-so."(Stephanie Brown, anyone?) he routinely describes his vigilantism as a "war on crime"(which, yikes) and calls it a "crusade" and says it is his "mission" no? He chooses to do these things all on his own, no one forces him to. At a certain point, it's a matter of integrity. He can't pick and choose what exactly constitutes to protecting Gotham and what doesn't. He can't decide that beating up muggers in the streets is extremely important and is his job while improving Arkham isn't. He can't decide that, despite putting Joker in Arkham over and over again knowing he's going to escape, he isn't at least partly responsible for Joker's future victims. He can't keep stopping people from killing Joker(Under the Red Hood, hello!), saving Joker from the death row, putting Joker into a Lazarus Pit, or saving him from natural disasters(because you KNOW he would) and then claim "Oh, but killing Joker isn't my responsibility." He can't willingly claim responsibility for Gotham in every other scenario, EXCEPT for that. That's just having your cake and trying to eat it too. Unless he decided that by saving Joker he is not actually harming Gotham, by allowing Joker to live he is actively NEGLECTING his mission, his duty. And anyway, I thought the whole point of superhero comics was that people with power to better things shoud use those powers to do exactly that. Batman DOES have the power to "better" Gotham, he just isn't using it.

"Killing Joker isn't Batman's responsibility." No, it is. Because protecting Gotham and its people IS his responsibility, as he took it onto himself. If he didn't want to deal with the consequences of such a thing then he shouldn't have become a vigilante in the first place.

Mind you, this doesn't mean he's the ONLY one responsible, far from it, just that he is.

(I genuinely don't remember whether I made a post on this before but I have ranted about this to myself outloud when alone multiple times and if I have to think about this so do you)

[And YES we all know the real reason is because Joker is DC's cashcow, that is not the point of this post...]

[scarah-screeeaaammss]

I had only kinda wanted this Cleo when she dropped but like... I didnt nearly $100 want her so I was like whatever. But she grew on me and then I was like dang I do want her actually. Then yesterday at a doll show I found her and snagged her for $50 so I guess patience pays off sometimes lmao

[incornarei]

i could make you care

[hermitcraftx]

Why the FUCK are Southerners under the impression they're even welcomed on the internet ANYMORE????? Sorry but this is genuinely fucking rancid I feel fucking unsafe knowing that my spaces are being invaded by you fucking people. Fucking disgusting that it's 2024 and we can't hold piece of shit racists and Confederate nazis accountable for literal fucking war crimes and slavery anymore.

hey man. whats going on. this is such a weird thing to say to someone else on the internet life would be so beautiful if you stepped outside and talked to a real person for once. btw did you know the south is mostly full of poor people and black people and acting as if being from a place makes a person inherently a bigot is very weird almost as if it's pushing a classist narrative. Thats so wacky lol

[mejomonster]

I hate panic attacks