#butter motley

[peanutbutter-doodles]

''I'm FAAAAAAT!'' 😭

''No Sweetheart, your just drunk.''

First time drawing Nikki! how i'd do? 🥺

[omg-snakes]

Have any of your snakes ever decided to be a hat while out and with you?

Hey friend!

I have a lot of coarse, wavy/curly hair, so it's usually not a hat but a hair tie. A hair tie that only serves to tangle hair.

Thanks, Ponyboy.

[1dont-really-know]

Fun fact about Altair is that his snake form is a butter motley morph corn snake

[marvelobsessed134]

Motley Crue head cannons for Halloween/fall

Halloween/fall headcannons!

Pairings: Motley Crue x Fem!reader

Warnings: none, surprisingly hahah

Just headcannons on how Halloween/fall would be if you dated one of the boys.

Tommy

The two of you going all out for Halloween decorations outside and inside the house

Wearing matching pajamas which Tommy acts like he hates when he’s with his friends when I’m reality he actually loves it

Doing matching couples costumes.

SILLY COSTUMES! Like hotdogs or peanut butter and jelly

Tommy loves handing out candy to the kids and complimenting their costumes, “Whoa! That’s a sick pirate hat dude!”

He ends up eating most of the leftover candy

The two of you snuggling up in blankets watching classic Halloween movies

Him pulling a prank on you by turning the power off in the house so it’s dark and then he runs after you wearing a scary mask before taking it off and laughing manically, “Babe it’s just me!”

You getting him back by scaring him when he’s in the shower

Baking Halloween cookies together

Nikki

He’s very into the scary side of the holiday

So he drags you to as many haunted mazes and houses as possible

It’s both fun and absolutely terrifying having things jump out at you

He’s always something scary for Halloween while you’re usually something cute

Makes you watch all the Friday the thirteenth movies

Made the mistake of making you watch IT and you couldn’t sleep for a good couple days

He likes to scare the trick or treaters. Like when they walk up to the porch, he has a mask on and stays still like a decoration. Then once they get the candy he jumps up and scares them.

Will enjoy when you make a pumpkin pie because who doesn’t love pumpkin pie?

Tolerates watching “It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!” For you because he loves you

He will wear matching pajamas cause he knows it makes you happy

Mick

Mick also enjoys scaring kids. Don’t know what is about the bassist and guitarist but they love to scare kids on Halloween

Mick dresses up as a vampire every year courtesy of being called one 24/7. He makes a very hot vampire too

The two of you like quiet nights in, listening to halloween music on the record player and watching movies

He loves to help you bake cookies and other treats

Will not under any circumstances wear matching pajamas

But will carve pumpkins with you

Likes to read next to you on rainy fall days

You guys definitely adopted a black cat together

Vince

Always tries to get you to wear a sexy costume

It always works

He’s usually a cop for Halloween because he thinks it makes him look cool

Watches classic horror movies with you

Doesn’t like to scare kids but will scare the teenagers because it’s funny

Likes to eat your cookies you make

Sings Halloween songs to you in a lullaby when you’re about to fall asleep

Decorates the house in order to compete with the neighbors, “Our house will be the best fuckin house on this block.”

You just laugh and roll your eyes playfully

He’s very protective of you when the two of you go to Halloween parties whenever someone scares you on purpose he gives them more than an earful

You take his daughter out trick or treating while he gives candy to the other kids

He also won’t wear matching pajamas but still does it anyways because he actually secretly likes it.

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

12. "Let's play cards, winner gets..."

In the less-than-glamorous bowels of the UNSC's latest "home away from home," a motley crew of Spartan super-soldiers hunched over a rickety table that had seen better days. The flickering overhead lights cast an almost comical glow on the proceedings, making the stack of MREs in the center of the table seem like a treasure trove worthy of a pirate king. This was no ordinary game night—it was poker night, and the prize? None other than Master Chief Petty Officer John-117's stash of rations.

John, the man, the myth, the legend, shuffled the deck with the kind of seriousness you'd expect from someone defusing a bomb, not playing cards. His stoic expression could have fooled anyone into thinking he was plotting the next big offensive against the Covenant. Sitting across from him, Fred-104, Blue Team's de facto leader when John wasn't around, eyed the deck with suspicion, probably wondering if those hands of steel could finesse a shuffle or just snap the cards in two.

To John's right, Vannak-134, the strong, silent type, cracked a rare smile, his eyes twinkling with the kind of light-heartedness you wouldn't expect from a guy who could bench press a Warthog. Beside him, Kai-125 was the picture of cheeky confidence, her smirk suggesting she had a few tricks up her sleeve—or maybe she was just happy to be there, hard to tell with Spartans.

Riz-028, rounding out Silver Team, was the embodiment of focus. If there were an Olympic medal for intense card-playing concentration, she'd have taken gold, no contest. Her eyes darted from player to player, as if trying to x-ray their cards—or their brains.

The game itself was a slow burn, each hand dealt with the kind of gravitas usually reserved for high-stakes diplomacy or interstellar negotiations. Bets were placed with a mix of Spartan rations and bravado, the currency of choice in these parts.

"Alright, fellas," John's voice cut through the tension like a knife through butter. "Last hand. Let's see if anyone can pry my precious rations from my cold, dead hands."

Kai snorted, throwing her cards down with a flourish. "John, you might be the Master Chief, but you're not the master of poker. Watch and learn."

Fred leaned back, stretching his arms as if preparing for physical combat rather than a card game. "You know, I've seen Grunts with better poker faces than some of you. Let's wrap this up before our esteemed leader here starves."

The final showdown was more akin to a circus act than a game of poker. Cards were slapped down with theatrical flair, accompanied by a running commentary of taunts and jibes. When the dust settled, it was John, with his unflappable demeanor and a hand that would make a Vegas shark weep, who came out on top.

Fred shook his head, chuckling as he collected the cards. "Well, folks, looks like John's rations live to see another day. I swear, you've got more luck than a leprechaun."

John cracked one of his rare, almost-there smiles, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. "Thanks for the game, everyone. And don't worry, my rations are always up for grabs. Same time next week?"

The laughter that followed were the true prizes of the evening. In the world of Spartans, where life and death hung in the balance, these moments of absurdity were their own kind of victory, a reminder that beneath the augmentations, they were still human. Well, superhuman, but who's counting?

That's on me for putting a game of chance in John's lap. My bad, everybody.

This was a ton of fun. Nice to see the dorks getting to be such dorks. Great work!

[cymorilcinnamonroll]

The Biblical Melkor and Sauron Try This Whole Adopt a Daughter Thing

Lucifer made a pact with Baal Zeboul long ago, before comets thought of falling, and no star had given in to the darkness of their black hole almas, bread of dead never dreamed of, nothing had yielded dust, and humanity was but a pink thing, suckling at the Mother's teat.

"Whatsoever happens to humanity, we follow," Lucifer said in sunlight, in a garden long ago, an apple in his hand, a hard glint in his eye. "There is something special about them. It sparks my curiosity. Something I just cannot place is like a star's heart in their eyes."

Baal scoured the ground for the fallen apple core, then turned it into some rich red clay dirt, burying Lucifer's finished sustenance to feed worms. Cycles, fall, autumn - creeping things and change, humility, were Baal's domain, not the prideful lion or wily snake as his lover Lucifer, his Light, roared and hissed in the Cherubim Throne Room in proud fanfare, leading angels in hosannas and alleluias of beastly song. 

Someone needed to play the small silver bells in the heavenly choirs, after all. The buzz of bees, the wasp's rasp, the dance of dragonflies, the music of cicadas, the hum of crickets, the timbrel of the silent butterfly's wings, the alien eyes of the spider's eight orbs, venom, flutterings, creeping things. "The meek shall inherit the Earth. Hence, I shall be Prince of this World," Baal joked, and Lucifer gave a slight smile, but then his wintry clear eyes of azure hardened again. 

He plucked another apple absentmindedly and bit into the red skin and white flesh with his hard lion (snake?) fangs. "What do we do, when the humans question? Objects, beings, made in God's image, will always question their place in the simulacrum. That is the bug in the computer matrix, brother. Always wanting more."

"You perhaps want more," Baal said, toeing a worm eating the apple core, then bending down to cradle the earthworm in his hands. "I am content, I don't question my place. But you are above us all, aren't you? You think humanity will rise to the occasion. I, I think they will fall."

Lucifer grinned slyly. "What if they do both?"

The sun beat down on Baal scintillating dragonfly wings. "Then I suppose this is a bet you and I must make, brother," Baal oathed to his Morning Star, whom he adored above all - even YHWH. "I say humanity will fall, you say their star will rise."

"I am the instrument of the music, Baal Zeboul. Tell me, will you sing? I need an accompaniest. I grow lonely, leading the choirs in my drowning light."

Lucifer's blond hair shone like butter, or ghee, or was it brass? Baal was never sure what his brother looked like, a lion's mane perhaps, some myth God had dreamed up of how to shape the Milky Way into a guardian angel. They walked hand in hand to the stream from which a white hart, pale as albino and ruby eyed Baal, drank from. They perched on a rock like birds, crouching, taking out some bread and cheese from the pockets of their robes and fanning their wings out for shade.

"Sing to what melody, brother?" Baal Zeboul asked.

"The motley fool. God loves a hangman."

"God loves a sinner."

"God only loves Himself," Baal laughed. "We are cogs, if that. Maybe splinters in a Cross meant as thorns for his new creations."

Lucifer laughed too, a sound like Baal's bells. They ate the bread, apples, and cheese, and snakes mated on the dry river rock in the baking sun of Eden.

Then, strayed to the river, was Eve, Mother of Life - but not yet - and she looked upon her reflection in the pool, entranced like Narcissus, one of her closest descendants, her hair like Lucifer's, her eyes the blue of sky, and her skin pale as Baal's storms. She sat by the riverbank, not noticing the angels, and braided her hair while singing a song Michael had taught her.

"A curious creation, not observant either. Adam is hard as earth, but she is soft as clay. Perhaps I can mold the dim mind within her shattered skull, pretty though it may be - it needs breaking in."

"What are you suggesting, Lucifer?"

Lucifer closed his wings around his body, then pumped them again, fanning Eve. "That I have a companion."

Baal scoffed. "I am yours, brother."

"And what is she, but a dream."

"I have always wanted a daughter, say, Lucifer, can humans fly?"

"Only if you teach them, I suppose. Say..."

Lucifer plucked a cloud down - don't ask how, angels are capable of touching the insubstantial, after all, light as a feather with their bird bones and pure souls - and fashioned a pair of albatross wings.

"Say, Baal. Would these suit a mortal?"

"She is not made in God's image. She looks like Uriel, or Gabriel, or Jophiel, or Haniel. Not like us. But she walks bear, unlike our illustrious sisters. Samael ran away with that failed creation Lilith, and I hear they are raising an army."

"An army to be crushed. You didn't answer my question, Baal," Lucifer said, then quickly pecked Baal on his wan shoulder, sharp edged clavicle the space where Lucifer pressed the seal of his lips. "You go on tangents, butterfly."

"Well, I'm trying to say, God's image is what we are, but do wings suit a bare woman? Uriel is sharp as a sword, Gabriel is all music, Jophiel is a trickster, and Haniel is a rose. Their wings are a melding of darkness of the womb and the sun of YHWH. Can we, as men, even make wings for a woman who does not recognize her own reflection?"

Eve ignored them - not perceiving them out of her own vanity - and leaned down to kiss her reflection. "Wed me, Sun!" she said, mistaking the stars in her eyes for the Light.

Lucifer mused, tossing an apple core into the water. Eve looked up at them startled.

"Brothers? Why do you frequent my looking pool? This is not a place you should go."

Lucifer alighted on the dry rocks behind her, and the mating water snakes slipped into the river.

"Did we disturb you?" he said with a voice like relish sweet and manna dew.

"No," Eve blushed. "I was but looking for my husband."

"Ah yes, your husband," Lucifer said, as Baal watched above from his rocky outcropping. Lucifer's eyes sparkled, and Eve found herself drifting ashore to his tides. "Tell me Eve, would you like wings?" He offered the albatross wings to the girl, barely a woman, and she fancied them quite strongly.

"Wings are the providence of angels. It is not my place."

Lucifer looked up to the sun of YHWH's throne. "Your place is besides the Ineffable Name. The Sun you wish to wed."

Eve looked down at her pearly feet, nervous. "I... I love Him. He will not talk to me. His Prophet is Adam, I am just dust of an afterthought. Dust, dust, what is dust?"

"It is what I shall eat all my days, darling girl," Lucifer said, giving a glance back at Baal. Baal bit some bread and cheese and wondered. "Here, part your hair from your shoulderblades, and turn around, sweet Eve."

Eve did so, Lucifer blessed the albatross wings onto her back, and she laughed in delight. She twirled around as it it were her wedding dress, pumped the pinions awkwardly, then flopped about like a starling.

"How - how do I fly to wed the Sun?" she asked, suddenly blushing, feeling quite small before the two preeminent archangels.

Baal in his pale glory coaxed her out of her humility. "Dust is a virtue," he said softly.

He taught her to fly that day, and Lucifer taught her to sing. Come sunset, Eve had achieved what all baby birds wish of - sweet Seraphic flight.

"Steal the Sun and wed Him, Eve. This is the time he sleeps," Lucifer hissed, his pupils turning to slits as he wanted something.

"I... I can visit the Throne Room now, and marry the Bridegroom," Eve sighed, turning under the purple pink blue sunset to her reflection once more, now an albatross around Lucifer's neck.

"But be careful, Eve, for the Sun burns all he touches," Baal said, sharing a knowing look with his lover.

"I do not care if I am set alight, I but need to kiss Him."

So Eve flew to the Throne Room, where He slept, snuck in, and kissed him on the cheek.

The Son woke from a pleasant dream. "Eve?"

"Son?"

She was burned to the bone, but because His Light was gentle, she felt no pain, only orgasmic Communion.

"Who told you you could visit my chambers?" The Son said.

"I... I... Baal Zeboul and Lucifer taught me how to fly, and Son, please, wed me! Adam is harsh and hard as the Earth, and all he does is lust after Lilith. I do not belong anywhere, but when you shine down on me, Son, I feel something that feels like... well, when God speaks of Love, I think that is it."

The Son smiled. "It is true, my Father made me Love Incarnate. Come to my bower Eve, let me show you my Light."

And so the burnt Qliphoth husk consummated Sephiroth's shells.

And from that day on, the Son did not part from Eve, the Father did not part from Adam, and Lucifer noticed the angels wishing they too were favorited and played like flutes on the lips of the Father and Son.

"Does He not care for us anymore?" Rubiel whispered.

"Did He forget us?" Penemue wrote in a scrap of leather, and cast it into a well in shame.

"He did, He did, He does not Love us," Lucifer directed the symphony, harvesting angels, and met Samael and Lilith's brood and the pair by the Red Sea, and with Baal Zeboul, forged an Unholy Alliance.

"I will be King." Samael said, a broken skull.

"I will be Queen," Lilith danced with babes suckling at her witch teat.

"I will be Lord," Lucifer said. "I am the Bright and Morning Star."

"And I will be the General of the Damned," Baal Zeboul buzzed.

And because Eve wanted, because Lucifer wished, because Baal Zeboul dreamed

The world

was

born.

[h3ad1st4hal0s]

about me!!

hii !!

he / him, 17, bisexual

I've been a huge fan of MCR since I was barely in middle school, but only now have caved and made a blog. for the most part this is just going to be filled with reblogs and my random little brain bugs about MCR, maybe some fob or some other bands, but mostly mcr.

some other interests of mine include:

shows and movies: hannibal, supernatural, good omens, takin' over the asylum, bright young things, wilde, how to train your dragon, cars, wall-e, unthinkable, call me by your name, bones and all, the girl next door, inside man, smiling friends

music: my chemical romance, fall out boy, old panic! at the disco, ghost, queen, hozier, l.s. dunes, motley crue, motorhead, kiss, led zeppelin, ac/dc, quiet riot, the clash, cigarettes after sex, tv girl, idkhow, harley poe, leathermouth, waterparks, will wood, palaye royale + more

dni and byf

dni

racist

lgbtqia+phobic, including transmeds, exclusionists, terfs, and illegitmate sexualities/pronouns +

anti-semitic

xenophobic/islamophobic

abelist

pedophilic

sexist/misogynistic/misandrist

endogenic/tulpamantic "systems"

darkshippers

wilbur soot apologists

+ - nor/mal, superstraight, etc. if it's meant to mock people I don't want you around. good faith labels are welcome.

byf

other stuff!

autistic, ADHD, among other undiagnosed shit

I do not shut up (for the low low price of $800 you can shut me up for a month)

fav musician: my chem (obv, can't you tell?)

fav song: (coffee's for closers) - fob and/or kill all your friends - mcr

favorite color: red

favorite food: sushi or buttered noodles

favorite season: fall

favorite show: hannibal

favorite movie: bones and all or cars

favorite dessert: brownies or cheesecake

[fioreofthemarch]

Finding Her - Chapter 8

Link makes notes, takes photos and keeps time on his quest across Hyrule, in the hopes of finding Zelda and staying sane until he does. [ Previous | Next | First | AO3 ]

A photograph of Blachery Plain in Necluda; the ground undulates gently between small knolls and shallow ponds. Ruined walls dot the landscape, and now among them are chunks of sky islands that have fallen to the surface. Between the ruins, wildflowers grow. 

A photograph of Fort Hateno and the aftermath of a fierce battle. In the foreground is a motley crew of Hylians and a single Goron, lead by their Captain, Hoz, who carries a hand sewn Hyrulean banner. They stand with fists raised, victorious. 

A photograph of Hateno Village from a distance, the lights from its houses twinkling in the dusk. Wafting lazily across the horizon is a dragon, Naydra, a tail of silvery blue light following in its wake.  

A photograph of a lone house in Hateno, in the old pre-Calamity style. It has a single chimney and a rendered brick exterior. Beside the house is a small garden with a large oak tree and a pond that glints in the moonlight. There are frogs in the water, strategically located beneath a concert of fireflies that have gathered at the pond.  

Caption: Haven’t felt like writing. But Hyrule is still beautiful, so had to snap a few photos. 

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Log date: 20:30 6th month, 19th day, 104AC Location: Hateno Village Weather: Mild, clear skies. 

Well Zelda, I’m here. Our house is just how we left it.  

Did we ever call it ours? It was always just ‘the house’. I’m going to stop by the house. We’re out of Hylian Rice at the house. Did you close the shutters at the house? It gets hot during the day. 

I guess I’d always assumed that, after the Calamity, you’d go back to Castle. But you said you’d prefer somewhere with people, so we came here, and I offered to sleep on a mattress while you took the bed on the loft. That didn’t last long, did it? Two teenagers, with no responsibilities or parental oversight, spending all day together and sharing a candle-lit dinner every night? I think I woke up in your arms before the summer was over. 

Not that I’m complaining. We made our own little world here and fell in love in the quiet comfort of home. I’ll never be able to praise Hylia enough. Now that it’s been a couple years I was thinking of adding a few extra rooms. Enough space to live comfortably, for a library or a world-class pantry or… or a nursery. I never told you any of that. Why did I never tell you any of that? 

Silver linings. The house is safe, just like the rest of Hateno. I know you’ll be glad to hear that, wherever you are. 

A photograph of the pantry underneath the stairs. It is mostly empty except for a few jars of staple goods like wheat and rice, some limp looking vegetables and an empty bottle of milk. There is an old loaf of bread, tough as rock salt, and a half-eaten nutcake, blooming unpleasantly with mold. 

Caption: Need to get provisions for the house. 

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Log date: 12:00. 6th month, 20th day, 104AC Location: Hateno Village Weather: Humid. Summer showers later in the day. 

Busy morning. My gut tells me something is brewing in Hateno, otherwise I’d be back on my horse and riding out of here by now. Started by nosing around the new well next to the house. Definitely didn’t read Zelda’s diary and definitely don’t have some new gear that she made to hunt down in Hyrule Castle. But if I did, I would be very grateful, just so that anyone reading this knows, and am sorely missing a certain someone’s expert tailoring. Because I do miss it, quite a bit. 

Anyway. Bought carrots and goat butter from the general store. Traded some nuts for milk with Dantz up on the hill. Making creamy vegetable soup for dinner. 

Popped in on Robbie at the Tech Lab. He asked if Josha managed to reach me with the Message Medallion and laughed at my shock. He said he wasn’t mad, more proud she’d been brave enough to try. To show he meant it, he added a sensor to the Purah Pad and gave me a Travel Medallion, which he swore to Kakariko and back was 100% reliable. We’ll see. 

From there wandered back down the hill. Stopped by the school. Symin looked harangued. Half a dozen kids in his care and no second teacher to help wrangle them. I promised him I’d come back tomorrow and take a class if he wanted. He said he’d just be happy to have a moment to sit down. 

Saw Mayor Reede tending his field. Tending is the wrong word. Attacking, more like. Taking to it with a farm hoe with so much vigour the dirt was flying five feet into the air. His wife Clavia saw me passing by and pulled me aside to ask if I had a moment, but seeing my arms full of groceries she said she’d find me later. Next ran into Medda by his new Hylian Tomato crops. He asked if I still wanted a garden put in at the house and I told him I’d have to check with Zelda first. Eugh. So used to saying that, in the past when her being away meant she was down at the shops or working late at the Tech Lab, or on a research trip and home soon. Medda just sighed and put a hand on my shoulder. Real sorry, we’re all real sorry, he said. 

Next dropped into Sayge to get the paraglider serviced. He said to come back in a day, and asked if I had any photographs of wild animals he could use for new designs. I showed him a photo of a cucco I took in Kakariko Village and he said ‘Everyone knows what chickens look like’. Gotta dig through the dozens of photos I have on this thing now. Gotta be something good on here. 

Finally, to Cece’s, for a new Hylian hood — except she’s not open for business at the moment. Something about a new collection of hers. Can’t say I’m holding my breath. Not really a mushroom fan. I’ve eaten too many on the road that turned out to not be mushrooms and to actually be poisonous fungi. But I suppose that’s not the mushrooms' fault, and her designs seem really popular now, especially after Zelda took a liking to them. She had this pretty mushroom dress she used to wear around town, wonder if it’s still here…  

Back at the house now, making the soup. I’ve laid out dinnerware for two, lit a candle, and said a prayer to the Goddess, which used to be done just before we ate, one hand in Zelda’s as she sat across from me at the table. Old habits, I guess. 

Overall, nothing seems amiss in Hateno, just yet. Will stay one more day. 

A photograph of the cauldron outside of Link and Zelda’s house. A carrot, mushroom and wild greens soup bubbles gently. It’s at least enough to feed four, or more. 

Caption: Maybe Medda will accept soup and an I.O.U for the garden. 

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Log date: 16:00. 6th month, 21st day 104AC Location: Hateno Village Weather: Warm, partly cloudy.  

Nevermind, something is indeed amiss in Hateno. Should know to trust my gut. 

It happened in a flurry. I was back at Cece’s to bargain for a hood (really need some new, clean clothes) when Reede barged in. Stamping his foot and red as a pepper, demanding she take down the mushroom lamps, and she, unphased, called him an out of touch old fool holding Hateno back from true prosperity. Your mushroom decor is ugly! Your vegetables are boring! Pointed fingers and lots of shouting. The tension in the room was so thick I was prepared to Ascend through the roof to get out of there. 

It all came to a head when Cece proposed an election to decide the fate of Hateno. Now every other resident is asking who I’m voting for, Clavia suspects her husband is up to something, and Cece’s sister Sophie claims she has a dark secret. Plus Reede and Cece both want my help with their campaigns — Cece gave me a stack of mushrooms to hand out (like… bribes?) and Reede is trying to hunt down an old family recipe (unsure how that will help him).

It would be so easy to teleport to a shrine on the other side of the Kingdom. Or build a Zonai glider and soar away. Or throw myself into the nearest Chasm. Politics was Zelda’s expertise. And every moment I’m here is another moment I could be out looking for her. 

But. I’m still here. Hateno might not be covered in Gloom or under threat from some monster but… this is my home, and these are my people. Zelda’s too, aren’t they? It’s something we haven’t had since the Calamity. And now they’ve asked for my help. I’ve never said no to that before. It would be wrong, to start here, to start now. 

Whoever we choose as the new mayor, I hope we choose soon. 

A photograph of two large racks inside a Hateno-style house belonging to the dairy farmers Dantz and Koyin. On the shelves are wheels of cheese - a novel invention once thought lost to Hyrule. Koyin poses happily in front of her creations, blushing as her photo is taken. 

Caption: Forgot to mention. It’s cheese! Cheese! They make it out of milk! It’s gooey and rich and perfect. I bought as much as I could carry. 

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Log date: 21:00. 6th month, 23rd day 104AC.  Location: Hateno Village Weather: Cool and clear. 

Well, sometimes the trouble sorts itself out. 

Cece’s big secret is that she likes Reede’s vegetables, and Reede’s big secret is that he likes Cece’s designs. Who would have thought. After another argument between them on Election Day, Sophie and Clavia banded together to help them see that they could just work together, and all agreed. Reede is still mayor, but Cece’s designs remain the new life blood of the town. My role in the end was to be just nosey enough to uncover all that needed uncovering, and to cook a great meal in the process. It’s Hylian Tomato Pizza all around while the town celebrates the end of the election. I managed to get a new Hylian hood from Cece, plus a hat she made that in all honesty reminds me of some of the poison fungi I once ate… 

First light tomorrow I’ll saddle up Spot and we’ll head back on the road. Earlier today I saw Naydra heading north, towards Lanayru. Was standing just outside the school when she passed overhead (I made good on my promise to help Symin out for an afternoon). One of Zelda’s students, Aster, took my hand and pointed towards the sky. ‘You see it too, don’t you Mr. Link?’ I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know anyone else could see the dragons. I just nodded and told her I was thinking of heading the same way. Lanayru is nearby, and from my map looks to be having trouble with its water. I could be there in a day. 

I’ve since checked my notes and it looks like the next geoglyph (and next clue to Zelda’s whereabouts) is actually in the Gerudo Highlands. It doesn’t change my plans. I’ll get there, in time. I want to help the people of Hyrule in the here and now, rather than chase memories of the past. I know given the choice Zelda would want me to put their safety ahead of hers, as hard as that is to accept. I have to believe that doing so will lead me to her, or otherwise go mad with worry. 

And if she really is different now? If her journey to the present changed her? I guess… we can try coming here. We can have dinner. Light a candle, say a prayer, share a meal. It’s where we started after all. I’d do it all again if it meant just one more day, with her, here in our home. 

A photograph of the school in Hateno. The children play out the front of the modern, colourful building, while Symin supervises. He wears a large sun-hat and carries a whistle. Naydra flies high overhead, heading north, and much, much higher above is a golden dragon, heading south. 

Caption: Didn’t notice the Light Dragon there too. One is an omen, two is a sign. Off to Lanayru it is.  

[fortheloveofowen]

A Little Introduction to Me :)

Hey everyone! Literally none of you know me, so I figured I'd give some little facts about me :)

You guys can call me Rhi

I'm 20 (21 in November baby)

She/her pronouns

I literally have a big girl legal job but I'm still writing fanfic like I did for 1D in 2013 (If I feel kind I'll share the 11 year old me wattpad links)

I'm an Owen Stan

I have 24 tattoos and 18 piercings but I'm adding on soon (Next is a Captain Spaulding from House of 1000 Corpses tattoo)

I hate peanut butter but my fav chocolate is Reese's Cups

Uhm my top artists on Spotify right now are JATP, Korn, Greta Van Fleet, Slipknot, Ludacris, Harry Styles, System of a Down, One Direction, Fleetwood Mac, and Motley Crue

My top songs on Spotify right now are What's Your Fantasy, Highway Tune, The Spins, She's a God, California Love, Safari Song, The Bard's Last Note, Kickstart My Heart, Not Good Enough for Truth in Cliche, and Custer

I have a 10 year old cat and an 8 year old dog

I just got my own house so I feel grown

I'm a forensic psychology major college drop-out

I fucking love anime

My last couple of concerts were Neck Deep, Mayday Parade (x2), All Time Low, Harry Styles, and BTS

My next concert is Pantera and I'm so fucking excited

I have asthma but I am a feral oui'd partaker

IDK if there's anything else at all you wanna know lol I am not that interesting

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The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare (2024) review

Who the fuck cast this Churchill?? Looks nor sounds like the original Prime Minister. Where’s Gary Oldman when you need him?

Plot: Under the guidance of the British PM, a group of military officials hatch a daring plan to neutralize Hitler's fleet of German U-boats during World War II. Made up of a motley crew of rogues and mavericks, the top-secret combat unit uses unconventional techniques to battle the Nazis and change the course of the war.

I’ll always make the effort to watch anything Guy Ritchie releases. He’s a proven director that has made so many films I truly adore, including The Man from U.N.C.L.E., Snatch and The Gentlemen to name a few. I absolutely love his writing style, with his characters spilling dialogue like they are proclaiming poetry, all the while cussing and using foul-mouthed lingo to the extremes. That being said, in recent years I have noted that Ritchie has been working a little too much. Don’t get me wrong, I admire his passion and work ethic, but I swear we’ve been getting about two annual projects from him for the past few years, and he’s already got 3 or 4 other directorial efforts on the way. If we look at his most recent movies, The Covenant was a surprisingly grounded and powerful war movie that was truly engaging, however before that we had a couple of throwaway action flicks with Jason Statham, the titles of both I can’t remember without needing to look them up on IMDb, and there was also that Aladdin live-action remake with a blue pre-slap Will Smith as the Genie, where honestly I questioned why Ritchie of all people was chosen to direct, as Disney is not what one thinks of when considering Guy Ritchie’s gritty gangster filmography. So there’s very much a quality over quality concern here, at least in my eyes, however again I would always be in line for a Guy Ritchie movie, so I have finally checked out his most recent directorial effort in The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare and here’s what I thought.

It’s an Inglourious Basterds-lite rip-off. Even the music score by Christopher Benstead, as delightful as it was, felt like it belonged in a Tarantino movie, and the villain is played by Til Schweiger, who if one recalls also starred in Inglorious Basterds as ironically one of the basterds. So in a nutshell this is another movie about smashing and slicing Nazis like butter, blowing shit up with reckless abandon and throwing about amusing quips that can be referred to as banter. However for a movie with a supposedly exciting set-up where Churchill acts as a somewhat Nick Fury-type, as he sets up his WW2 style Avengers team, the whole thing feels a bit lifeless. Stuff is happening and brutal killings are completed, but the movie lacks any sense of energy, tension or sense of urgency.

Supposedly this is based on a true story, however after seeing the movie I cannot name a single character. All the main team lacks any depth or layers, as such finding it hard to care for any of them. In the trailers Henry Cavill was showcased as this psychotic deranged man who sticks his tongue out and eyes maniacally wide open as he guns down Nazi scum, so I was looking forward to an unhinged performance from him, however in the final product it turns out Henry Cavill is just the regular soft-spoken Henry Cavill, now just with a longer beard and messy hair. So nothing special - he gets to kill some Nazis though. Alan Ritchson, known to most as Prime’s Jack Reacher, gets some great bow and arrow Nazi kills, but in terms of any personality he was given a couple of unfunny jokes and glasses. Henry Golding….was just kind of there? He also killed some Nazis. Eiza González sings a song, and kills one Nazi. Again, all the actors are playing supposedly real life people, but in no way does the movie take any time to get to know its characters. And again let’s not even about that miscast of Winston Churchill - like seriously what the hell??

Ultimately I was left disappointed. This is a moderately entertaining action flick, with a couple of fun moments, but overall it’s a wasted Guy Ritchie effort, and again a signal that the director should maybe slow down a little, and take more time in between films to actually cook up something worthwhile. C’mon Ritchie, be a gentleman, take a break. Have a Snickers.

Overall score: 4/10

[peanutbutter-doodles]

The Biker & the Worker info/plot -

Nikki is a traveling 55 year old biker who travels all over the world on his motorcycle, doing little side jobs with a group known as motley Crue who's also known for doing some things that attracted the law such stuff like tax evasion, etc. He goes from place to place, not staying anywhere. just lounging around and hooking up with some people then leaving them behind.

Not looking for anything.

Until he stumbled into a bar or party where he met a Worker named Paul (37), who works a 7 to 5 job to make ends meet. Working all day then coming home to a empty apartment, he's a shy and quiet person who rarely goes out and barely has any friends but once the both of them get talking, they really start talking, chatting, forming a weird connection thus....

Ending up in bed together that night, which changed everything.

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What does Paul look like?

In the beginning, he looked casual. Nothing special or anything to look at until he met Nikki and started dating him after a few more hookups with the biker. Changing his appearance and getting out of his shell more.

Dying a few strands of his hair, being more talkative and having a phone. He got a tattoo above his butt, an array of stars that are beautifully colored and smoothed, Nikki loves to trace his fingers over them when Paul's asleep next to him.

Paul did sleep with a few people before but it never worked out, due to them ignoring him for a few days, talking shit about him after the sex which made him find out They just used him. Resulting him closing off and thinking awful of his body but no worries....

Nikki makes everything better.

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What do they do when they're busy and can't see each other?

they send....certain videos and pics to each other, calling each other late at night, sending letters if coming home or business is taking a long while than usual, chat on the phone or laptop.

think about each other when they're dreaming.

Nikki sends a good morning text and did you get home safely text when he notices the time over there, just making sure his lover gets home from a rough long shift.

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They fuck immediately when they see each other, emotions and feelings are super high it's so hard to talk but really easy to fuck them out which results in wild and feral sex between them.

they mostly do it in bed but they do it alot in other places like....

Mick's or tommy's car.

they were being chased by the cops one time and Paul lost the anal beads or the plug (it came out) due to Nikki speeding on the bike which resulted in hilarity when they got to a cabin or motel in the woods.

Nikki hides out at Paul's apartment a lot which leads to some sexy events throughout the day ;)

When they started to date officially, Nikki deleted all the photo's of his old hookups even the phone numbers of them since he actually loves Paul and cares about him.

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People do notice the change in Paul and questioned it but don't bother him at all, instead they observe~

which is fine by both of them ;)

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if you guys have any questions or want to know more, message or inbox me about it!

oh! here's some more food shandi! 🥞 @ladyshandioftheendless

Enjoy!

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Dungeon Travelers: To Heart 2 in Another World for PC launches February 14, 2024

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Dungeon RPG Dungeon Travelers: To Heart 2 in Another World will launch for PC via Steam and Johren on February 14, 2024 for $19.99, publishers Shiravune and DMM Games, and developer AQUAPLUS announced. It will support English, Japanese, and Traditional Chinese language support.

Here is an overview of the game, via Shiravune:

About

Recruit a huge cast of friends from four different base classes that branch into over a dozen variations, and always build the best party for the job! Explore one long, twisting dungeon that only gets more perilous the further you go, with plenty of optional quests and side areas to unlock! The original Dungeon Travelers game takes place in a separate world from the others, drawing characters instead from the fan-beloved world of the PlayStation 2 anime classic To Heart 2.

Prepare at the Guild – Whenever you stop for a respite from exploring, you can identify your new gear, reequip and restructure your team, or even upgrade your characters’ classes along branching paths!

Explore the Dungeon – The Auto-Map function will fill in the grid with each step, letting you know where you are and where you’ve been. Be careful, though! Don’t try to go too far at once…

Battle and Collect Monsters – The deeper you delve into the dungeon, the more dangerous the monsters will become. You’ll need tactics to counter each new threat—and what better way to get to know your foes than by weakening them and sealing them into your book for study?

Strategize and Win – With every battle you’ll amass more gold, EXP, and items. It’s up to you whether to press on, or to head back outside to power up for later!

Story

When I awoke, there was fantasy stuff everywhere… What kind of adventure could be in store? And will there be any way home when it’s all said and done?! It all started after class in the student council room. Takaaki and all his friends had been gathered to test some unquestionably suspicious if not downright dangerous game—or “full-body immersive RPG experience,” in the words of its inimitable creator Ma-ryan. The play-test was only questionably voluntary. The game started to launch. A bright flash filled the room… When Takaaki opened his eyes, he was somewhere he didn’t recognize. His friends Konomi and Tamaki were kitted out in full fantasy gear, and when he looked more closely, he realized he was too. Were they in the game? Forget that—how would they get out? Only one lead presented itself. “In the depths of the dungeon located nearby, there lives the god who created this world…” But who could it be? In search of more clues and hopefully some answers, the party set out into the dungeon…

Characters

Konomi Yuzuhara (voiced by Yurina Hase) – Takaaki’s childhood friend, one year younger, who lives next door. She’s fond of fortune-telling and food and has a dog named Genjimaru. Likes to look after people but isn’t much good at it.

Tamaki Kousaka (voiced by Shizuka Ito) – One year older than Takaaki and Konomi, she was always the boss of their motley crew. The heiress of an old family, skilled at cooking, cleaning, martial arts, and academia. Her hobbies include antiques collecting and historical dramas. Very bad with dogs.

Manaka Komaki (voiced by Noriko Rikimaru) – Takaaki’s classmate and class president. Formerly the class vice president. As a big snacker, she’s turned a certain storage area into a secret tea room. She isn’t very assertive, but has been friends with Yuma since middle school.

Karin Sasamori (voiced by Saki Nakajima) – A girl who loves paranormal phenomena… and also egg sandwiches. Blessed with boundless curiosity and energy, but doesn’t look before she leaps. The founder and fearless leader of the Mystery Club. Join today!

Sango Himeyuri (voiced by Sayori Ishizuka) – Ruri Himeyuri’s older twin sister. One year under Takaaki. A genius at computers and a major fan of red bean butter bread. Lives at her own pace, doing what she wants, when she wants.

Ruri Himeyuri (voiced by Konami Yoshida) – Sango Himeyuri’s younger twin sister. One year under Takaaki. Emotional and unacademic, she practices jealousy and stubbornness as art forms. On the other hand, she’s good at housework, and loves Sango more than anyone.

Yuma Tonami (voiced by Hitomi Nabatame) – A girl who sees everything as a contest: You can win or lose, and she wants to win. She’s constantly challenging Takaaki, but almost never comes out on top. She must have been born under an unlucky star. Most things she does backfire.

Lucy Maria Misora (voiced by Rio Natsuki) – A space alien from Planet Luu, the third planet orbiting 47 Ursae Majoris… or is she? She’s certainly an odd girl, with her own language and the power to get drunk on soda. Attends classes only when she feels like it, but no one seems to mind.

Yuki Kusakabe (voiced by Rina Sato) – An old classmate of Takaaki’s who thinks everything “seems like fate.” Never seen without the fancy notebook that she seems to carry everywhere. Likes black tea, though it burns her tongue. Seems to be primarily nocturnal?

Sasara Kusugawa (voiced by Ryoko Ono) – The student council president, formerly the vice president under Ma-ryan. Afflicted by a strange condition that causes her body to reject food made with love. An unabashed aficionado of soft and slimy animals.

Ma-ryan (voiced by Ema Kogure) – Real name: Unknown. Age: 14 forever in her heart. Moonlights as a voice actress. Even post-graduation, she comes and goes in the student council office like she owns the place. The definition of a troublemaker. Full of mischief and mysteries.

Harumi Kouno (voiced by Kotomi Yamakawa) – A girl who transferred in one day and started calling Takaaki “Darling.” Her true name is HMX-17b Milfa, and she was previously in the body of a teddy bear. She’s always arguing with her little sister Silfa.

HMX-17c Silfa (voiced by Harumi Sakurai) – The youngest of the three maid sisters has a distinctive speech impediment. With a phobia of human interaction, she hides in a cardboard box when she’s upset. The maid uniform she always wears comes courtesy of Yuji.

Chie Yoshioka (voiced by Kaori Ota) – Konomi’s close friend, nicknamed Yocchi. She’s known Konomi since middle school and Michiru Yamada since kindergarten. Bright and cheerful—and also weird and kind of nosy, but a good person at heart.

Michiru Yamada (voiced by Akira Kasahara) – Konomi’s close friend, nicknamed Charu. She’s known Konomi since middle school and Chie Yoshioka since kindergarten. Normally collected and wryly witty, but her family’s work is weighing on her lately.

Ikuno Komaki (voiced by Chiro Kanzaki) – Manaka Komaki’s little sister. She normally uses a wheelchair. Always worried about her sister’s trusting nature, she’s keeping a close eye on Takaaki, whom her sister is fond of. Cynical and often bitingly sarcastic.

Nanako (voiced by Kayo Sakata) – An innocent girl who loves Takaaki, or “Takky,” like a big brother. She’s also more of a go-getter than you might expect: in the past, she’s roped Takaaki and others into a quest to find a magic user.

Haruka Yuzuhara (voiced by Chieko Honda) – Konomi’s mother, and a sort of second mother-figure to Takaaki. She looks and acts considerably younger than she is and has a wealth of hobbies. Specialties: Killer Curry, thorough discipline, and loving her husband.

HMX-17a Ilfa (voiced by Emiko Hagiwara) – A maid robot whom Milfa and Silfa can call their big sister. Specially equipped by Sango with software that gives her a people-loving heart. Normally she seems sweet and demure, but don’t make her angry!

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The Trash Collectors

In a gritty corner of the city, where the alleys are shrouded in shadows and the air is thick with the scent of decay, a band of scoundrels known as the “Trash Collectors” roamed. This motley crew was not your typical scavengers; they were a blend of misfits, each with a distinct background—a disgraced anthropologist, a former journalist, a restaurant manager, and an IT worker. Together, they turned the act of rummaging through other people's discarded belongings into a subversive art form. Their mission was simple yet bizarre: to seek out personal items left behind and use them to construct narratives about the lives of their previous owners. What began as a game quickly morphed into a twisted form of anthropology. They referred to it as “hostile anthropology,” a term that reflected their unorthodox methods and their disregard for traditional ethical boundaries.

Equipped with flashlights and a makeshift toolkit, they scoured the city’s dumpsters and back alleys. Each find was a treasure, a glimpse into someone else's world, and they reveled in the stories these items told. An old table, a graduate ring, a disposable comb, or a lacrosse helmet—all were fodder for their darkly imaginative interpretations.

This one guy "Creemee" "if if" Mimi used to crawl around the trash bins in the office and pick out pens people threw out, and then crush the pens in his teeth with hatred for their writing and their ability to put their thoughts on paper. Then he would dump Nutella into a keyboard with fire in the background while a fireside chat was playing for a webcast live in the background.

This is off-topic, but also present both on and off the webcast was the fat CFO who was getting blown in the very nearby bathroom during the call. He grasp the back of their head with two hands, and force them to gag as would’ve come as a huge shock to all of his investors on the call.

He told the Trash Collectors "You can have anything you want from that pile in that stock in that room over there.”

The Trash Collectors delved deeper into their scavenging and crafted elaborate narratives around each item. Mouses, keyboards, hard drives, and monitors.

Mimi took a mouse, computer mouse, and wrap it around the leg of a desk and tie it to a chair to aggravate a person with the imbued work of a hand. "Ridingo" who was really muscular tugged on the chair, it wouldn’t budge. He tried again, pulling harder. Still, it remained stubbornly in place. Bubbled up inside him.

He glanced around the office, he yanked the chair. He muttered under his breath, his irritation boiling over. He leaned down to investigate, peering beneath the desk. That’s when he saw a mouse cord tied around snaking down to the support beams of the desk and with some almond butter on it too.

The anthropologist would weave tales of heartbreak and resilience, while the journalist would turn them into sensational yet grody stories for an underground blog to torture common preferences and dignity, gaining a following of curious onlookers. The graffiti artist would then transform these narratives into vivid murals, splashing the tales across the city walls, turning the personal into the public.

These trash collectors use their findings as a means to often infiltrate the lives of the people they studied, stalking them online and piecing together their digital and other integrated footprints. Using the hacker’s skills, they dug up social media accounts, hacking into old emails, and gathering more information than any ethical anthropologist would dare to. The thrill of the hunt became not just about the items but the lives behind them. The Trash (Life) Collectors thrived on the controversy, reveling in chaos they created.

In the end, the Trash Collectors and their hostile anthropology raised questions about memory, identity, and the value of personal, personality?, and personal belongings in a disposable world. Through their own lens, they challenged others to confront the narratives that shape their lives, the next piece of discarded history or memory as they themselves at the end and all their crap too will be garbage collected to be done with.

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Toucan Kings head drag lineup at new Loud & Proud Logan

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Toucan Kings head drag lineup at new Loud & Proud Logan

A spectacular cast of star-studded drag kings and queens are ready to glam up the stage at Logan’s first pride festival Loud & Proud next month.

Until now, Logan has been one of the last southeast Queensland regions without a major Pride event. Now, on Saturday, October 12, 2024, the inaugural Loud & Proud Logan will take over the Kingston Butter Factory precinct with a huge multi-arts celebration.

After a full day of free, all-ages fun outdoors at the precinct, the celebrations continue inside the Butterbox Theatre all evening with a huge entertainment lineup.

The Toucan Kings (above)promises audiences a raucous good time with an 80s-inspired variety show packed with iconic tunes, slick dance moves, and endless laughs.

“It will be a wild and unforgettable ride,” said host and Ultimate Showdown 2024 Finalist, York Lit.

Cheer along to this award-winning motley crew including Lord Sev, Will Turn-Her, Collin Oscopy and Logan’s own Archie Arsenic.

Lulu LeMans hosts Drag Queen Extravaganza

Another Logan local, and 2022 Queensland Drag Performer of the Year, Lulu LeMans, is presenting a two-part Drag Queen Extravaganza.

The extravaganza features a glamorous lineup of iconic queens such as:

Miss First Nations 2019: Chocolate Boxx

Iconic Brisbane Drag Duo: Scarlett Fever and Shu Shu Funtana

Queer Sister Smackdown Champion: Coco Ray

Sportsman Hotel Miss Rising Star 2023: Dolly Kicks

Fluffy All Star: Freya Armani

Gold Coast Drag Icon: Kora Kurvacious

“The showcase will feature sensational production numbers, captivating solo performances and a show-stopping group finale, celebrating LGBTQ+ pride,” Lulu LeMans explained.

“Audiences can look forward to an electrifying evening celebrating the dazzling artistry of Queensland’s finest drag queens.”

Image: Supplied

Local filmmaker Hugh Whitehouse is director and producer of a new film-festival shortlisted documentary Welcome to Queens’ Land.

He’s worked with Lulu and all of the queens to spotlight and share the stories of Queensland’s drag queens.

Hugh said, “Queensland is a hub for world-class drag performers and talent. Drag is for everybody and every body.

“We have an amazingly diverse scene here and you’ll see that inclusion and excitement championed on stage at Logan Loud & Proud.”

The House of Alexander

Headlining act, the House of Alexander provides a different perspective of black and brown queer culture through the art of ballroom.

The trailblazing ballroom house celebrates bodies of all shapes, sizes and all identities within the gender spectrum.

House Mother, Ella Ganza explained that the Alexander Ball gives queer black/brown indigenous persons of colour (BIPOC) an opportunity to express themselves in all their glory.

“The House of Alexander is more than a competition, we’re a family,” Ella said.

Never before has Logan seen such an iconic lineup of glamorous performers in one evening.

Loud & Proud Logan is on Saturday, October 12, 2024. Find out more and book your ticket at the website now.

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The Elite Movement Laying the Foundation for a MAGA That Will Outlast Trump and Remake America: Inside NatCon Part I | Religion Dispatches

...“Most people can’t even articulate a political thought. Like, why do they get to vote? It’s stupid.”

It’s the evening of September 11, and I’m sipping whiskey by the bar at a 4-star resort hotel in Miami, as a 29-year-old financial analyst, R., outlines his desire to dismantle democracy with an intense, focused composure. All around us, dozens of mostly young white men sporting smart blazers—a motley crew of conservative political operatives, think tank analysts, journalists, academics, and students—mingle by the resort’s open-air pool and palm trees, cigars and drinks in hand, sharing their own distaste for liberal democracy, and their plans to turn that distaste into action. One day into the third annual National Conservatism conference, and after a long afternoon of impassioned speeches about the culture war, R. is fired up—and maybe slightly drunk.

“I reject equality,” R. tells me as I strain to hide my alarm behind a veneer of curiosity. Citing fascist thinkers like Julius Evola and Carl Schmitt, he endorses white nationalist ‘race realism’—thepseudoscientific theory that different racial groups carry biological and genetic differences that manifest in group disparities in IQ, wealth, moral and social norms, and more—and rails against “bio-Leninism,” the Left’s supposed strategy to mobilize biologically low-status social groups in order to win power. 

What’s needed, R. tells me, is “a status hierarchy where you have a healthy society, with good values promoted and degenerate things shunned.” If he could snap his fingers and institute his ideal political system in the US overnight, I ask him, what would it be? “An absolute monarchy,” he replies without hesitation. “If you don’t have a positive vision of what your morality should be, and have the conviction to say, ‘we’re right, everyone has to obey these rules’—then the Left will impose their shitty rules, like chopping up children in the womb, or ridiculous things like pregnant men.”

All around us, conference attendees continue to sip cocktails, exchange business cards and discuss their own fervent opposition to bodily autonomy, LGBTQ rights, racial justice movements like Black Lives Matter, ‘wokeness,’ and liberalism more broadly, alongside more bread-and-butter topics like the challenges of working on Capitol Hill, conservative legal strategy, and the likelihood of a DeSantis presidential run in 2024. I ask R. if his penchants for natural inequality, hierarchy, and dominance are popular among other NatCon attendees."