#disruptor records

[iamdangerace]

NEKRA, AMANG from the Royal Disruptor e.p. (2020).

YOU'RE SORRY.

TRY TO RUFFLE MY FEATHERS. RIP ME TO SHREDS. RUIN MY WHOLE FUKING LIFE. TUCK ME INTO BED.

IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME. TIRED EXCUSE. I TRY AND I TRY. WHAT'S THE FUCKING USE.

FIRST THEY BREED. THEN THEY LEAVE.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

So I'm an area director at a summer camp, but yesterday my boss called me and asked if I'd be down to be the director of two areas and I said yes without thinking about the consequences. So now I'm the director of two areas? That means two groups of staff to train and lead, two sets of lesson plans, two areas to teach at and make the schedule for and make the lesson plans for, two physical areas to set up. They're right next to each other, but this is going to be fucking insane

[eat-my-cake-records]

Eat My Cake Los Angeles Artist Spotlight: Jade Ann Byrne and the Curse of the Mariachi Acoustical Guitar of East Los Angeles

Eat My Cake Los Angeles Artist Spotlight: Jade Ann Byrne and the Curse of the Mariachi Acoustical Guitar of East Los Angeles Growing up in a lineage of fierce, strong-willed women, Jade Ann Byrne was raised on the edge of tradition and outlaw country music, where her mother and grandmother instilled a love for unconventional wisdom—crafting rebellion in both life and song. Guitar, however,…

[p0orbaby]

Your Turn to Bear the Burden

summary: one rule for one, and one for another

warnings: a little angsty

a/n: i didn’t exactly stick to the request but it’s close enough !

word count: 1.8k

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Dinner is sea bass. You have it twice a week because Alexia swears it’s good for the omega-3s, and because she read somewhere that it helps reduce the risk of age related cognitive decline. It’s grilled, seasoned with Maldon sea salt and a drizzle of olive oil from a suspiciously artisanal bottle she brought back from a day trip in Girona. The fish sits on a porcelain plate, beside a scatter of wild rocket (that you suspect isn’t that wild) and a dollop of aioli that she keeps insisting is homemade but always tastes exactly like the jarred one you buy from Mercadona. You don’t complain. You’ve learned not to. Complaining about food in this house would be like complaining about Picasso’s brushstrokes. It’s pointless and makes you look uncultured.

Alexia sits across from you, sleeves rolled to the elbows of her crisp white linen shirt. She’s wearing the Cartier watch you bought her last year, and her hair, damp from her post-training shower, is slicked back with that agonisingly expensive hair product she orders from Paris. Her fork scrapes against her plate in slow, deliberate motions. She eats like someone’s recording her for an advert—perfect posture, elbows off the table, chewing with a rhythm that feels both measured and faintly patronising.

“Eat,” she says, gesturing at your untouched plate. “It’s good for your heart”

“My heart’s fine,” you mutter, stabbing a piece of fish with the fork. It flakes too perfectly, like it’s been carved from soap.

“Your blood pressure says otherwise.” She’s got that look again. The one that makes you feel like she’s your personal physician instead of your wife.

You open your mouth to reply, but then Aina, your six-year-old, decides to detonate the conversational equivalent of an atomic bomb.

“Mami, is the lady at training your girlfriend?”

The question is dropped so casually that, for a moment, you think you’ve misheard. It hangs in the air, heavy and improbable, like a chandelier dangling by a single thread.

Alexia freezes mid-cut of her food, the sharp edge of the knife grazing the plate with a faint squeak that makes you wince. She’s poised in that awkward half-motion, as though still deciding whether to commit to slicing the fish or abandoning the endeavour altogether.

You set your cutlery down with deliberate care. The silver catches the light, refracting it into neat prisms on the table. “I’m sorry,” you say, your voice calm but laced with incredulity. “What?”

“The lady at training,” Aina repeats, savouring her newfound role as household disruptor. She waves a chunk of fish in the air with the authority of a conductor cueing a symphony. “The one with the shiny hair who always laughs at your jokes”

Alexia clears her throat, a sound more purposeful than polite. “Aina, cariño, eat your dinner”

“I am,” Aina replies, affronted, her cheeks puffed with indignation—and probably another piece of food. “But she’s always there. She calls you Ale, too. Like Mamá does”

Your head tilts ever so slightly, your gaze sharpening like the edge of a freshly honed knife. “She calls you Ale?”

“It’s my nickname,” Alexia says, far too quickly. Her knife saws through her sea bass with unnecessary vigour, the motion a little too aggressive for a piece of fish.

“For people who are close,” you murmur, your voice sugared with the faintest trace of menace. Honey over a blade.

“She’s just being friendly,” Alexia mutters, but it’s a hopeless defence. Friendly? Alexia’s version of friendly typically involves curt nods and silences so loaded they could tip over a cargo ship. You’ve seen her reduce overzealous fans to apologetic puddles with nothing more than a well-timed brow lift. This shiny-haired woman must be either extraordinarily resilient or willfully obtuse.

The conversation limps onward—or at least, it pretends to. Aina, blissfully oblivious to the tension, pivots to a monologue about school. There’s a new maths teacher who “smells like raisins,” and the class hamster escaped during art, prompting chaos and a stern lecture from Mrs. Lopez. Alexia seizes this distraction like a lifeline, nodding along with exaggerated interest and lobbing in questions about multiplication tables and papier-mâché volcanoes. But you’re not fooled.

You’re watching her, the cogs in your mind spinning with precision. There’s a tell, you know there is. Something in the way her shoulders stiffen just a fraction too much when Aina says “shiny hair.” The way her hand lingers on her wine glass a moment too long, as if considering the merits of drowning herself in Rioja.

You let it lie for now.

-

Later, when Aina is cocooned in her duvet, her breathing deep and even, you find Alexia in the kitchen. The dishwasher hums faintly as she loads it with the precision of a neurosurgeon mid-surgery. Plates are slotted in at perfect right angles, bowls stacked by diameter like a tidy topographical map, cutlery pointed handle-up because “it’s more hygienic”—a rule she enforces as if it’s in the Geneva Conventions.

You lean against the counter, your stance casual but your tone anything but. “So. The lady with the shiny hair”

Alexia doesn’t look up, focused on positioning a stubborn saucepan. “What about her?”

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

Her exhale is sharp, controlled. She straightens to face you, her expression carefully blank, a masterpiece of denial. “Don’t be ridiculous”

You cross your arms, the picture of patient fury. “I’m not the one making friends at our daughters extra curricular activities”

“She’s not even my friend,” Alexia says, but it’s the wrong thing to say, and she knows it the second it’s out of her mouth. You watch the words hang in the air, a misstep that invites you to pounce. She’s inadvertently handed you the key to a door she didn’t want opened.

“Oh, so she’s just hitting on you,” you say, your tone silky and exact, as if you’re presenting an irrefutable conclusion in court. Your hand cradles the wine glass with a precision that borders on art, its curve mirroring the faint smile playing on your lips.

“Do you hear yourself?” Alexia asks, her voice pitched higher than usual—an octave reserved for complete disbelief.

“Do you hear Aina?” you counter, your words razor-sharp but draped in velvet. “Because she’s clearly picked up on something.”

Alexia exhales, running a hand through her hair in that harried way she does when faced with impossible tactics—like breaking down a parked bus defence or convincing Aina that broccoli isn’t evil. “She’s six. She thinks people are dating if they stand next to each other for more then five minutes”

You raise an eyebrow, arching it with surgical precision. “And yet she’s never accused me of having a girlfriend on my errands”

Alexia hesitates. It’s brief, but you see it—the tiny glitch in her system. Her mouth opens, then closes, her defences recalibrating. She hates this. She thrives on control, on certainty, on organising chaos into perfect diagonal lines, whether it’s her wardrobe or your shared holiday schedules. Being put on the defensive is an alien sensation, and she wears it badly.

“It’s not what you think,” she says finally.

“Great,” you reply, folding your arms. “Because I’m not thinking anything. Yet.”

Alexia exhales through her nose, the kind of exhale that says she’s already tired of this conversation, even though it’s barely started. “She’s a parent of one of the other kids at football. That’s it”

“Right. And the arm-touching?”

“She’s just… tactile”

“Tactile,” you repeat, as if tasting the word for the first time. “Interesting choice of adjective”

Alexia leans forward, her elbows resting on the table—a rare lapse in her usually impeccable posture. “You’re blowing this out of proportion”

“Am I?” You pick up your wine glass and swirl the liquid, not because it needs aerating but because it gives your hands something to do. It’s a Rioja. Medium-bodied. Too warm. “You keep me on a leash so tight I can’t even glance at a waitress without getting a lecture, but shiny hair can play patty-cake with your arm, and I’m the one who’s out of line?”

“She’s not playing patty-cake”

“You’re right. That would require both hands”

“Stop it”

“Why? Is it making you uncomfortable?”

Alexia’s eyes narrow. She doesn’t answer right away, which is unusual for her. She’s usually quick with her rebuttals—sharp, precise, like the lawyer she secretly wishes she’d become. But now, she’s uncharacteristically quiet.

“She’s just being friendly,” Alexia says finally, her voice lower now, almost defensive. “You know how people are”

“No, I don’t. Enlighten me.” You lean forward, resting your chin on your hand. “Because the people I know don’t make a habit of fondling married women during football training”

“Fondling?” Alexia’s eyebrows shoot up. “Now who’s being dramatic?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, setting your wine glass down with enough force to make the liquid slosh over the rim. “Would you prefer ‘caressing’? Or maybe ‘groping’? No, wait, I’ve got it—‘inappropriate physical contact.’ How’s that for a euphemism?”

Alexia sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re paranoid”

“And you’re a hypocrite”

That lands. You can tell by the way her jaw tightens, the muscles working under her skin like she’s chewing on something bitter. You let the silence stretch out, savouring it like the last bite of dessert. When she finally speaks, her voice is quieter, but no less sharp.

“What do you want me to say?” she asks. “That I’ll tell her to stop? Fine. I’ll tell her to stop. Happy?”

“No.” You shake your head. “Because that’s not the point

“Then what is the point?”

“The point,” you say, your voice rising now, “is that you don’t get to police my every interaction and then brush this off like it’s nothing. You don’t get to play the saint while shiny hair out there auditioning for Handsy Football Mums Gone Wild”

Alexia’s lips press into a thin line. For a moment, you think she might yell, but she doesn’t. She just sits there, staring at you with those infuriatingly steady eyes, like she’s trying to dissect you with her gaze alone.

“She’s not interested in me,” Alexia says eventually, her tone measured, controlled. “She’s just… like that. With everyone”

“Do you actually believe that,” you ask, “or are you just hoping I will?”

She doesn’t answer. And for the first time tonight, you feel like you’ve won—not the argument, necessarily, but something. A crack in her armour, maybe. Or a shift in the balance of power.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Alexia says finally, her voice quieter now. Almost vulnerable.

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t trust me,

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you pick up your wine glass again, taking a long, slow sip. The wine tastes better now. Richer. Fuller. Or maybe that’s just the satisfaction of knowing you’ve rattled her.

“It’s not about trust,” you say eventually, setting the glass back down. “It’s about consistency”

Alexia tilts her head, confused. “Consistency?”

“If you’re going to be the morality police,” you say, your tone light but cutting, “you’d better make sure you’re following your own rules. Otherwise, it’s just embarrassing”

She doesn’t reply. And for the first time all evening, you think maybe—just maybe—she’s out of things to say.

[canisalbus]

a few quick questions on Machete, what breed is he? I love the angles of his snout and the proportions remind me of a borzoi though I don't think he is one. Also, does he have a set age for when he's a cardinal? I picture him to be around mid-30s or so. Wonderful art! love your stuff and find you an inspiration :)

He's a fictional breed called Podenco Siciliano, which is closely related to modern day Ibizan Hound (pictured below) and other Mediterranean rabbit-hunting podencos. I usually just default to calling him a sighthound since he's somewhat of a provincial mongrel and not meant to be purebred anyway.

As for the age, mid-30s sounds about right. I think the current timeline goes something like this:

0 - Born to a lower-middle class family in Sicily, father is a tradesman, has three older brothers. Generally considered a runt, is weak and sick all the time, parents suspicious of his unusual colors.

3 - Gets left at a monastery and raised by monks as a foundling. Nervous and meek kid, but the monks think he's endearing and do their best to support him. Is taught to read and write, which is a massive advantage at that day and age, and learns rudimentary Latin through exposure.

9 - Apprenticed to a Neapolitan priest, moves to southern part of mainland Italy (or Kingdom of Naples as it was called, it was ruled by Spain actually). Does chores and runs errands in exchange for education and experience.

15 - The priest gets elevated to a bishop and decides to sponsor Machete's further studies at an acclaimed university in Venice (in Northern Italy). There he studies theology, medicine, arts, law, philosophy and gets fluent in Latin and adequate in Greek. Befriends Vasco but their relationship is short-lived.

21 - Ordained a priest. Leads a parish somewhere in Papal States (Central Italy). Is generally well liked but doubts his career choice from time to time.

26 - Becomes a part of the Papal Court in Vatican, mostly because of the recommendations of his former mentor and professors, good reputation, excellent track record and sheer luck. Still a priest but assists bishops, cardinals and the pope himself directly. Moves to Rome. Becomes pope's unofficial confidant due to his obedient and hardworking nature and because of his lack of prestigious family connections that would render him a threat. Slowly starts to gain wealth.

30 - Created a cardinal (which is the second highest position in the church after the pope, and it's at the sole discretion of the pope who becomes one). Is also a bishop as a technicality. Handles administrative jobs, tons of paperwork, at some point he's in charge of a lot of the political correspondence and diplomatic missions. Still the old pope's trusted advisor but disliked by the majority of the cardinals, who see him as an outsider, sycophant and a potential disruptor of the status quo.

34 - Meets Vasco again. Vasco has become a succesful politician in Florence, he's married with three children.

38 - The pope dies and Machete's status falters. He starts to work with the Roman inquisition more. Oversees trials, torture, excommunications and executions of heretics, witches and most of all, protestants (since we're reaching Counter Reformation times and the Vatican is Very Worried about the spread of Luther's ideas). Isn't having a good time at all but keeps up the appearances. Gets infamous. The beginning of the true villain era.

40 - Grows increasingly more disillusioned with life and his ideals, as well as the corruption of the Curia. Burned out, paranoid and desperate. Uses scare tactics, extortion and legal trickery to expose and undermine his enemies, but gains them faster than he can keep up. Employs spies, thugs and assassins. Feared and loathed.

43 - Gets assassinated and dies in disgrace.

[sepublic]

Luz and Willow; Problem and Solution

            A dichotomy I’ve noticed in Luz and Willow’s arcs and how they converge/parallel in For the Future is that they both struggle with the same basic idea that they shouldn’t ask for help, that they don’t want to be a burden on others. But I think they also operate on opposite sides of a particular premise; Do people need me, am I helpful for them?

            Luz sees herself as the Problem Child, she’s cursed to destroy everything she touches, her presence invites chaos and issues. That’s how she was seen in Gravesfield, and she’s very much a disruptor to the status quo, befitting her out-of-context status, her unpredictable creativity, her penchant for rebellion, her drive to try and find out, etc. And while it ultimately leads to good, the road there is tumultuous, it could’ve been done better, Luz causes problems. For Luz it’s not as emphasized, but she doesn’t want to be seen as weak, because she fears being seen as a burden.

            Willow doesn’t see herself as effective, at the start of her arc and near the end of it; She can’t do anything right. She’s not even causing chaos or anything, there’s just nothing remarkable about her, nothing she can accomplish. In her introductory scene, Amity tries to “joke” over how easy it is to miss Willow, she’s a wall flower who’s trying not to be seen as she hides in her hood, and she tries not to see things that bother her, hence “Out of sight, out of mind.” Stay in your lane and don't attempt what you want.

            Boscha bullies her, not because Willow did anything to affect her (Not yet anyway), but just because she happened to notice and find Willow’s ineffectual, pointless existence hilarious. Maybe she wanted to possessively defend Amity from someone who had her first, while ignoring that Amity already –seemingly– left Willow for her, because she’s inherently insecure and paranoid like that. Both can be true, and one of them definitely is.

            Luz is chaotic, she’s good at causing a mess, and she can and will weaponize that against people like Belos at the end of seasons 1 and 2; Sometimes sabotaging an enemy is necessary to help the rest! But as we see in S2, Luz’s mistakes ultimately culminate in what she sees as her greatest mistake, the one with the biggest impact of all, something that would harm everyone she’s ever met in the isles, including Willow; So Luz sees herself as a ticking, dangerous time bomb. And it’s why she resolves to stay in the human realm at the start of S3; She pushes people away because she also thinks she hurts them, and their desire to stay is a self-destructive mistake.

            Whereas in S2, we see Willow begin to build up her confidence; She realizes she IS capable, she’s quite strong and effective. She’s nurturing, she can defend people, she can even lead them as a team captain that others look to for strategy! Where Luz and Amity fail (the former being a surprise given her track record), it’s Willow who gets Hunter to defy the coven for someone he’s met.

            She beats Hermonculus at his own literal game, and Hermonculus is established in Willow’s debut as one of the driving forces behind Willow’s ostracizing by her fellow students by emphasizing how ineffective she is to everyone, inviting them to notice and laugh at her; He’s arguably the true antagonist of Willow’s debut episode, with Amity just another pawn pitted against a fellow student, so seeing it come full-circle was catharsis. And this is after defeating Boscha at her own also literal game!

            Between this and finally, truly reiterating to Amity something she’s never understood since their childhood, since their debut –that Willow is effective and good at helping– you can see Willow affirm her belief that she’s dependable. That she’s helpful. Even, that some people need her, like Hunter, or Amity coming to her for advice, or Willow uplifting Gus as his first friend, etc. All the while, Luz is coming to the ‘realization’ that she’s the opposite. S2B is Luz at her most damaging, S2B is Willow at her most capable.

            So you have the backdrop in S3 of Luz thinking she can’t help people at all, and Willow believing she’s very helpful. And both of them want and believe in the same thing; To be helpful to others. And thus they both fear being a burden by asking for help. For Luz, this is just the natural extension of her destiny as the Problem Child. For Willow, it’s just a reminder of the ineffective person she used to be, her traumatic past. Luz thinks she never escaped her identity, Willow believes she has but is so afraid of going back to that.

            In their mutual climax, Luz believes she’s the root cause of the problem, Willow thinks she’s the solution that’s failing to be a solution; Flapjack died and Hunter is in a lot of pain because of Luz, Willow isn’t able to make him feel better. This whole situation with Kikimora using the threat of the Collector to become someone in power and a threat is Luz’s fault to begin with; Meanwhile Willow is reminded by Boscha that she’s someone people are counting on to get them out of here; Boscha is like Willow here, she feels pressured to protect Hexside from the Collector, who is a lot like Luz, down to imitating her intentionally.

            So again, they have the same wants, just coming from different presumptions of how close they actually are to these things, and neither’s anxiety is more or less valid than the other’s just because one sees herself as more capable now and the other doesn’t. Camila reiterates to Luz that mistakes are just a part of life she can’t keep blaming herself for, while Hunter reassures Willow that she didn’t do anything wrong. Camila and Hunter admit they made their loved one feel ineffectual in some way.

            And the epitome of this is that Luz and Willow are the ones who need to hear this, Camila and Hunter are the ones who need to say it… Yet it’s Camila who goes to Willow for advice, who has an interaction with her early in the episode, a different kind of parallel; Because they parallel one another as people who see themselves as in charge, as the ones who are responsible, as the “motherly” (quotations for Willow) nurturing figure.

            And Luz and Hunter’s parallels are self-explanatory, per the prior episode and trauma bonding over guilt on something they can’t control, actually making each other worse, plus feeling responsible for Flapjack’s death. So it’s this cross-section of parallels and foils, and it’s where all four culminate, before Luz moves on to cap off the show because it’s ultimately her own.

            Just. Something about how Willow is the first friend Luz makes outside of the core LEK trio, and the first main cast member in that regard. They’re both kids struggling over different yet dismissed and even mocked reputations at school. And their arcs both converge, with Willow’s arc essentially the final one outside of LEK bookending everything in the finale with the Collector, who is also explicitly Luz, and their journey comes to an end from him and the viewer understanding Luz’s.

[isthepame]

Blue Lock VS. U-20 JAPAN Serialised Interview, Part 2

Makoto Furukawa as Tabito Karasu – Exploring Karasu’s ‘Calculating Nature’ and ‘Aura of Dominance’

Interviewer: Could you share your thoughts on the story’s focus in Season 2, particularly the "U-20 Japan National Team Match"? What aspects of it do you find most striking or appealing?

Makoto Furukawa (voice of Tabito Karasu): Seeing the individuals who have previously clashed so fiercely now come together as teammates to face the U-20 players has a certain emotional depth to it.

When you think of the U-20 Japan National Team in real life, it’s often seen as a dream team, made up of players selected from across various regions. But in a way, the Blue Lock players are no less of a dream team themselves. This makes for an incredibly thrilling and dynamic development in the story.

Interviewer: What was your first impression of Tabito Karasu as a character, and what do you focus on when portraying him?

M. Furukawa: One of the key directions I received was to emphasise his "calculating nature." I try to incorporate that subtly throughout my performance. While his surname, "Karasu," means "crow," his personality and troublesome nature remind me more of a "snake" a comparison that was also highlighted in the direction I received.

Another important aspect is his Kansai dialect. I was provided with guide audio beforehand, and adapting its nuances to match the character's pace and the visuals was quite challenging. I’ve also had the opportunity to learn from people on set who are from the Kansai region, which has been incredibly helpful and much appreciated.

Interviewer: In Episode 2, we saw Team A face off against Team B in a match to decide the regular players for the "U-20 Japan National Team Match." There was also a scene where Karasu and Kageya Otoya stood together as the team's two forwards. Could you share your impressions of Episode 2 and any scenes that stood out to you?

M. Furukawa: Looking back after recording, I feel that this episode served as an introduction for characters who hadn’t yet had much opportunity to shine in the story. I hoped to convey the "aura of strength" that comes with surviving Blue Lock. In a sense, this episode felt like a self-introduction for many characters, so I hope viewers will continue to support them moving forward.

Interviewer: In this episode, Karasu’s sharp analytical skills and his knack for being a disruptor were on full display, such as when he referred to Isagi as "ordinary." How did you approach these aspects in your performance?

M. Furukawa: I focused on creating the sense that Karasu could "disable" his target player (functionally speaking). By subtly hinting at malice and applying pressure bit by bit, I aimed to build that tension in the performance.

Since I also considered the physical aspects of his character, it’s possible that the sense of pressure came across even stronger than intended.

Interviewer: Lastly, could you share what viewers should look forward to in the coming episodes?

M. Furukawa: As many already know, the match against the U-20 players is a major highlight. However, what excites me most is the personal growth and human drama that unfolds throughout the series it’s truly inspiring.

Personally, I was particularly struck by Ego’s long monologue.

Of course, the individual moments of brilliance from each character are also something to look forward to. Please enjoy the broadcast!

Interview by Chihiro Sasamoto.

Edited by Inari Ogawa.

Translated by isthepame (X)

Source: animateTimes

[tomorrowusa]

These are the tech bros dismantling democracy in America at the behest of unelected Elon Musk. Basically a bunch of spoiled rich brats.

Elon Musk’s team of young DOGE disruptors have been unmasked, much to the ire of the billionaire and other MAGA figures. One is a 19-year-old college freshman and heir to a popcorn fortune. Another was hosting Model UN sessions in 2019 and a third was given money by his parents to invest in stocks while at his high school in Silicon Valley. [ ... ] Musk’s team of youngsters, as first reported by WIRED on Sunday, is Akash Bobba, 21, a student at the University of California, Berkeley; Edward Coristine, 19, a student at Northeastern University in Boston; and Ethan Shaotran, 22, who said in September he was a senior at Harvard. The ones who actually have degrees, or at least have left college, are: Luke Farritor, 23, who attended the University of Nebraska without graduating; Gautier Cole Killian, a 24-year-old who attended McGill University; and Gavin Kliger, a 25-year-old who attended Berkeley; The group’s relative lack of experience—especially no previous positions in government work—has Democrats crying foul they were granted access to sensitive records while remaining largely in the shadows, away from public scrutiny. All six desperately tried to cover their digital tracks recently, almost all of them deleting LinkedIn profiles, X accounts and even Facebook.

The most peculiar one, Gavin Kliger, is a Matt Gaetz groupie.

But what Kliger really wants the world to know about is his belief in male MAGA warriors Matt Gaetz and Pete Hegseth’s brilliance, using his Substack to post about them both. Gaetz, who was investigated over allegations of teenage sex trafficking, was, according to Kliger, a victim of “the deep state.” Hegseth, a serially unfaithful former Fox News star accused of sexual assault, drunkenness, and receiving lap dances while in uniform, was, he wrote “the warrior Washington doesn’t want but desperately need.” Kliger, whose Cornell graduate father is an attorney for Experian, appears happy to monetize his DOGE experience: he has made the entry about DOGE on his Substack for $12-a-month subscribers only.

Kliger even looks like an aspiring Matt Gaetz. Maybe he'll use the fees from his Substack to finance Gaetz-style cosmetic surgery.

^^^ The "Gaetz gaze"

Here they are, The Elon Youth. Rich boys engineering the destruction of your future.

[txttletale]

I mean it might just be more people coming into leftist spaces without unlearning deeper biases and stuff, but I did a cursory google on it and I’m fairly sure american reading comprehension in schools has been recorded going down, and covid might’ve been a large enough social disruptor for enough people worldwide that it might have something to do with it? But there’s also the chance it might just be the fact that a lot of people tend to discover more unsavory stuff (because they discover more stuff) as time goes on and they chalk this up to being things getting worse rather than those things just not being seen

the type of reading comprehension that is in crisis is not the undergrad-literary-analysis type but the fundamental 'being able to read words' type, and that's mostly because of really flawed teaching methods. it's a very different type of 'reading comprehension' to the type that people are complaining about when someone, like, doesn't get the point of fight club.

[strangelittlestories]

When you have trudged unwilling far enough down the road of desperation, you might spy a crooked little path leading off into the woods signposted ‘opportunity’.

You must be eagle-eyed to spot it. That or you must have friends who will give you crude, hand-drawn map.

So it was in your case. As your savings flatlined and the financial doctors behind their plaguemasks stopped even returning your calls, a friend passed on a business card.

It was good money, they assured you. Very legit. Referral only. An exclusive service.

If anything, the ‘exclusive’ nature of it was what stopped you from getting in touch. You were fairly sure you weren’t *deserving* of an elite get-out-of-money-jail free club.

But eventually, you got far enough down the road that you knew this was your only exit. It was this or enter the Bankruptcy Games.

You made the call.

--- 

“So, you’re a temp agency?”

“*The* Temp Agency, in fact.” Said the suit with a face. “It’s a great deal. You come to work, you close your eyes, and you wake 8 hours later and 8 hours older. It’s like being paid to sleep, only without the rest.”

“But if I’m not doing anything, what are you paying me for?”

“For your time, of course. There’s always a market for it.” The suit with a face smiled the *idea* of a smile which contained within it the *idea* of sharp canines. “It’s the one true currency. The ‘hour standard’.”

“...I thought procrastination was the thief of time.”

“Procrastination is a moocher who never did anything for you, darling. We offer a 401k.”

“I still don’t really know what that is.”

“No-one does. But, believe me, you want one.”

---

After your first few visits, you began to get some faint ideas of how the enterprise worked. When you got into the slim glass pod, you noticed the telltale whine of a consciousness disruptor. You’d used them in work once, before you caught ethics.

So … the time was not simply siphoned out of you, There was a *process* that required you to be un-awake.

The next visit, you asked an old friend for a 3D bug. It was all organic neuron circuitry in a collagen case - slipped beneath the dermis, it was virtually undetectable.

When you played back the recording, you saw the strangest scene.

After you were rendered unconscious, face-in-the-suit opened a small hatch and a crowd of tiny 8-inch humanoids thronged through. They knelt in front of your pod and began *praying*. They praised your name, begged intercession, then praised your name some more.

They had made a god of you - a strange kind of chrono-theology.

Only your followers did not ask you to give them their daily bread, but simply to give them *days*.

[call-me-rucy]

More problems for Miles: now an spillage, which is a step above sewers, I think. Oh. Mutagenic spillage. Steps below. Definitely below.

So a day in Barrayar is 26,7 hours! I was wondering about that, I think i read Ivan mentioning hour 25 before.

Have I already said I don't like Metzov? I don't like Metzov.

WOW THIS IS ESCALATING QUICKLY. NOW MILES HAS A NERVE DISRUPTOR. OKAY. OKAY. YEAH WE CAN DO THAT.

NO CLOTHES IN THE POLE. OKAY. YEAH WE CAN DO THAT. I know Miles doesn't die here, which is little relief.

"It'll all look different in the morning, anyway." "Yeah. Worse."

This dialogue was so funny!

“Imperial security” Oh, that is good :D “Miles is happy about that”. Oh, that is not good :/

HIGH TREASON?! AGAIN?! He's 20!!! I wonder if he'll set a record, at this rate. "Most high treasons per year".

At least he won't be cold in Vorbarr Sultana...

Illyan! Long time no see! You were younger last I read about you. Was he in "Barrayar"? I recall him in Shards of Honor...

Offhand, Miles knew of no one Illyan feared except Miles's mother. He'd once asked his father if this was guilt, about the soltoxin, but Count Vorkosigan had replied, No, it was only the lasting effect of vivid first impressions.

I see he recalls Shards of Honor as well. Well, he recalls everything, I guess.

"Him". Ay, Aral… OH HES HERE! THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND

Jole??? Is this the Jole I've read so much about in the main tags?? Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen’s Jole? I didn't know he'd be here that early. Then again I also expected Bothari to last a couple more books. It feels unreal that I'm already in book 4.

Aral hugs Miles, peace and love on planet earth

"For that sin, there is no hole deep enough to hide him from my wrath." hbcffhh i love Aral. Though what are you gonna do? Send him to Kyril Island?

MILES RENOUNCING HIS CAREER?!? THAT HE FOUGHT SO HARD TO GET. Excuse me while I go cry in a corner.

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

wait im kinda new the 3k fandom, is half of it actual history and the other half just… homoerotic relationships with right-hand-mans?

first of all, welcome aboard! tldr: if your historical RPF doesn't ruin a politician's reputation for the next 800 years, are you even doing it right? yes Romance of the Three Kingdoms is based on actual history! it's set in the early 3rd century Han Dyansty (around 200 CE), during a bloody on-and-off civil war called the Three Kingdoms Period. The novel itself was written in the 14th century, nearly 1100 years after it all went down. if you disregard (most) of the supernatural elements, the story is fairly accurate, around 3 parts fiction and 7 parts fact. The novel was based on a compilation of historical records called the Records of the Three Kingdoms.

I must apologise on behalf of me and the mutuals for giving you a skewed impression of the homo. Sadly 3k is about 70% history, 25% socio-political allegory and only 5% Manly Love Between the Liege and His Vassal. Homoeroticism-Cao who was defeated at Red Cliffs and pines after the enemy general every sichen was an outlier and should not have been counted. that's on us.

the 3k novel was written during a time of civil unrest and a crises of national identity. during the Yuan dynasty parts of China were taken over by the Mongols, which eventually collapsed and gave way to the Ming. the author Luo Guanzhong lived during the late Yuan-early Ming period, he saw himself as an intelligent and capable man who never managed to find a worthy liege or a great cause to serve, in the end he became disillusioned and sunk to the lowest possible depths for a gentleman-scholar; writing novels (gasp!). the novel is only attributed to him because it was published anonymously, but it fits his MO. for example, Liu Bei's civil advisor/PM Zhuge Liang was changed so much he basically became the author's self-insert; he is a scholar-recluse who finds a worthy, benevolent master and then devotes his entire life to fulfilling his dreams of unifying the country. and also he's a military genius who single-handedly defeated cao cao and then everyone clapped.

This was also where a lot of revisionism became codified. Prior to this, Cao Cao was considered the real hero of the story, especially by the educated elite. His empire was also succeeded by the Jin Dynasty, so of course they needed to legitimise him. Liu Bei was seen as an opportunist and a disruptor, though he was always beloved by the common people who related to his struggles and were touched by his (seemingly genuine) kindness to them. The big change happened because after the Mongol invasion, the Yuan was split in two, the official dynasty submitted to Mongol rule. The other part saw themselves as the underdogs and righteous rebels, just like Liu Bei standing up to Big Bad Cao Cao.

Prior to this, 3k mainly existed in the form of folktales with different interpretations, and LGZ was the first person to create a single, unified narrative out of it. there's really cute accounts of contemporaries in different dynasties being all "idgi? all the kids boo when cao cao shows up, but they cheer when liu bei wins, and cries when he loses." truely a Blorbo of the people.

[franksinatraisdead]

hello everyone, my new solo exhibition AFFLICTION is opening on april 5 in colorado springs, colorado. the gallery is called disruptor, and is housed at shutter and strum. i will be there from 5-9pm to talk about the work, and then my friend's band is playing next door at what's left records. come out if you're in the area!

[applepiesandalibis]

Uboa — Impossible Light

Genre: Noise, Death Industrial, Drone, Dark Ambient

Released: June 28, 2024

Song ranking:

Endocrine Disruptor

Impossible Light / Golden Flower

Sleep Hygiene

Gordian Worm

Phtalates

Pattern Screamers

A Puzzle

Weaponised Dysphoria

Jawline

Thoughts: Spotify has been trying to get me into Uboa for so long and I refused to listen to her and then one day finally listened to The Origin of My Depression (might review this one soon as well) and was like: "oh". And then some time passed, I listened to it again and was like "ohhhhh..." And then she released Impossible Light and I listened to it and was like "OOOOHHHHH". And then some MORE time has passed and I realized that she is one of my favorite experimental/noise artists. Backstory (which I decided to tell for some reason) over, now let's get to the review itself

This album, just as Uboa's previous one has some insanely good instrumentation. It combines harsh and terrifying noise with some melodically satisfying parts that really make you feel magical things. This is what makes Uboa so unique to me: the way she can have both of these in her music and make it work so well. Endocrine Disruptor reminds me of The Origin... the most, and I love this album a lot, so of course Disruptor became a favorite of mine as well. Another part I really like is the ending of Sleep Hygiene, which just makes this one of the best tracks on IL for me. The same can be said about the title track Impossible Light / Golden Flower, which is a collab with Otay:onii, an artist I'm gonna probably be looking into later. Xandra Metcalfe herself has said that, unlike her previous album this one was about hope and, for me, she really did manage to capture a totally different feeling with the same kind of music — very unsettling music.

The album has a lot of really screamy vocals, that sound more like the ones you will hear in metal subgenres — the screams in noise are usually a bit different. These are not my thing and are the reason I don't listen to metal almost at all. However, when it comes to Uboa's music, she makes it fit perfectly. Yet again, the contrast between harsh and really gentle parts is what I specifically adore in this record and Xandra's work in general. Still though, the least favorite track of mine are the one with this kind of vocals. It just didn't hit as hard as the other ones.

I liked this album almost as much as The Origin. It made me feel some really strong emotions, though felt a little less horrifying (which isn't a good or bad thing, just something different than the last album) and I still can't stop relistening to it. Great one!

Overall rating: 8/10

[snapmite1998]

Crimson Dawn’s Use of Smugglers: Evading Republic and Law Enforcement

Overview

In their pursuit of dominance and expansion, Crimson Dawn consistently engages in illegal activities requiring discreet and secure transportation. To evade the Republic and law enforcement, they hire experienced smugglers who excel in navigating dangerous routes and avoiding detection. These smugglers play a crucial role in transporting illicit cargo, which includes weapons, spice, stolen goods, rare artifacts, and more, ensuring that Crimson Dawn’s operations remain uninterrupted and profitable.

The Role of Smugglers

1. Expertise and Skills

- Navigational Mastery: Smugglers are skilled pilots capable of navigating the galaxy’s most treacherous routes. Their knowledge of lesser-known hyperlanes and hidden pathways allows them to avoid heavily patrolled areas and checkpoints.

- Stealth and Evasion: These operatives are adept at using stealth technology and evasive maneuvers to avoid detection by Republic forces and law enforcement. They utilize jamming devices, cloaking fields, and other advanced technologies to stay off the radar.

2. Discreet Operations

- Covert Cargo: Smugglers specialize in transporting illegal cargo without drawing attention. This includes using false compartments, hidden storage spaces, and other deceptive measures to conceal their illicit payload.

- False Manifesting: To cover their tracks, smugglers often use falsified documents and manifests. These forgeries ensure that any inspections or scans performed by authorities don’t reveal the true nature of their cargo.

Types of Illegal Cargo

1. Weapons and Armaments

- Advanced Weaponry: Smugglers transport an array of advanced weaponry for Crimson Dawn, including blaster rifles, disruptors, thermal detonators, and heavy ordinance. These weapons are destined for use by Crimson Dawn forces or for sale to allied factions.

- Black Market Arms: Access to black market weapons also means that smugglers often transport highly restricted or experimental technology, ensuring Crimson Dawn maintains a technological edge over its rivals.

2. Spice and Illicit Substances

- Spice Trade: The lucrative spice trade requires discreet and reliable transportation. Smugglers haul valuable spice from production sites to distribution points, evading customs and law enforcement along the way.

- Recreational Drugs: In addition to spice, other recreational and controlled substances are smuggled across the galaxy. These shipments generate substantial profit, funding Crimson Dawn’s operations.

3. Stolen Goods and Artifacts

- Rare Artifacts: Smugglers transport stolen relics, artworks, and valuable cultural items. These treasures are either sold to collectors or used to bolster Crimson Dawn’s dark side research.

- Pilfered Technology: Advanced technologies, including droid components, starship parts, and scientific equipment, are frequently stolen and smuggled. These items enhance Crimson Dawn’s capabilities and resource pool.

4. Sentient Cargo

- Human Trafficking: Tragically, smugglers are also involved in transporting slaves and trafficked individuals. These sentient beings are often bound for Zygerrian slave markets or directly to Crimson Dawn’s labor camps.

- Prisoners of War: During conflicts, captured enemy combatants, political prisoners, and notable figures are smuggled to secure locations for interrogation, ransom, or forced labor.

Hiring Process and Contracting

1. Selection Criteria

- Reputation and Reliability: Crimson Dawn hires smugglers based on their reputation for reliability and discretion. Only those with proven records in successfully completing missions without detection are considered.

- Network and Connections: Smugglers with extensive networks and connections within the underworld are highly valued. These connections facilitate smoother operations and provide additional layers of protection.

2. Contractual Agreements

- Payment and Incentives: Smugglers are well-compensated for their services, with payment structures that include upfront fees, hazard bonuses, and percentages of profits from the cargo they transport.

- Secrecy Clauses: Contracts often include strict confidentiality agreements, ensuring that all information regarding the nature of the cargo and the specifics of the mission remains undisclosed.

Methods and Tactics

1. Stealth Ships and Modified Freighters

- Custom Modifications: Smugglers frequently use heavily modified freighters and stealth ships. These modifications include advanced propulsion systems, reinforced hulls, and state-of-the-art cloaking devices.

- Hidden Compartments: Ships are equipped with hidden compartments and false panels to store illicit goods, making it nearly impossible for authorities to uncover the true cargo without extensive searches.

2. Diversion and Deception

- Decoy Ships: To further avoid detection, smugglers sometimes employ decoy ships. These ships lead law enforcement on wild chases, allowing the true cargo to pass through unnoticed.

- Transport Convoys: Smugglers might also travel in convoys, blending in with legitimate trading vessels to avoid raising suspicion. These convoys use coordinated flight paths and communications to maintain cover.

The Smuggler’s Journey

1. Pre-Mission Preparations

- Route Planning: Before embarking on a mission, smugglers meticulously plan their routes, identifying potential hazards, checkpoints, and safe havens. This preparation minimizes the risk of exposure.

- Coordination with Contacts: Smugglers communicate with their contacts within Crimson Dawn to ensure all aspects of the mission are understood and that contingency plans are in place.

2. Execution

- Real-Time Adaptation: During transport, smugglers remain adaptable, ready to alter their course in response to unforeseen challenges. Their ability to think on their feet is essential for evading patrols and navigating dangerous territories.

- Delivery and Handover: Upon reaching their destination, smugglers execute a discreet handover of the cargo, ensuring all items are securely transferred to Crimson Dawn operatives without attracting attention.

Impact on Crimson Dawn Operations

1. Sustained Illegal Activities

- Continuous Supply: The efficient and discreet transport of illegal cargo keeps Crimson Dawn’s operations running smoothly. This continuous supply line is critical for maintaining the organization’s power and influence.

- Expansion of Reach: The use of expert smugglers allows Crimson Dawn to extend its reach into new territories without alerting law enforcement or rival factions, facilitating further expansion and consolidation of power.

2. Financial Gains

- Revenue Generation: The illicit cargo transported by smugglers represents significant financial value. This revenue funds various aspects of Crimson Dawn’s enterprise, including weapon procurement, bribes, and the construction of projects like the Blood Star.

- Economic Control: By dominating the illegal trade through these smuggling operations, Crimson Dawn exerts considerable economic control over the black market, reinforcing its position in the criminal underworld.

Conclusion

Crimson Dawn’s strategic use of experienced smugglers for the transport of illegal cargo highlights the organization’s adaptability and cunning. By hiring skilled operatives from the galaxy’s most dangerous and discreet circles, they ensure the seamless execution of their illicit activities while avoiding the scrutiny of the Republic and law enforcement.

This reliance on smugglers not only sustains their illegal operations but also enables them to expand their influence and control within the galaxy’s underworld. As long as Crimson Dawn and its network of smugglers remain in place, the organization’s power and reach will continue to grow, unimpeded by the watchful eyes of the authorities.

[sataniccapitalist]

Chris Wright, President-elect Donald Trump’s nominee for Secretary of the U.S. Department of Energy, celebrated his 60th birthday on January 15 by providing ludicrous answers during his Senate confirmation hearing. The periodic screams and outbursts from activists in the hearing room punctuated the Orwellian proceedings.

At one point a young woman leapt to her feet and screamed out: “I’m 18 years old and I want a future!” Screams of “LA is burning” erupted periodically. Other activists held up bright yellow signs with bold black lettering that read: “Big oil profits, LA burns.” All disruptors were quickly escorted from the hearing room by Capitol Police.

The young activists had good cause to be outraged. As their fellow citizens in Los Angeles return to the smoldering ruins of thousands of homes destroyed by 100 mile per hour winds and dry brush fueling raging wildfires – during a period that should be the rainy season in L.A. – millions of other Americans are experiencing record-breaking cold following the hottest year in recorded history in the U.S. in 2024.

Trump’s answer to catastrophic climate change from fossil fuel emissions is to put his big donors from the fossil fuels industry in charge of the U.S. energy agenda. Even more alarming, according to a Bloomberg report this morning, Trump plans to declare a national emergency on energy, unlocking vast powers for himself such as “policy shifts that would enable new oil and gas development on federal lands, while directing a rollback of Biden-era climate regulations….”