#far right demos

[lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers]

Following on from the fascists in Knowlsley, there were two more “protests” of the same kind in Newquay and Skegness. In Skegness, it doesn’t seem like there was any kind of meaningful antifascist action (please correct me if I am wrong on this), but in Newquay there were at least as many anti-fascists there as fascists, and as we all know, fascists are cowards, which means that they weren’t able to intimidate refugees in the way they would like to.

And we know the refugees in Newquay really appreciated the support.

It’s very likely these groups will try the same thing elsewhere soon- so what should you do?

1) Keep an eye out for these events being organised. Stuff is often shared on social media.

2) If you see something being organised, try to find a local antifascist group on social media (a lot are on twitter and instagram). If you can’t find them, try looking for an IWW branch, a local anarchist group, or if you’re really struggling, try a tenant’s union or another trade union as they may have links locally. Make them aware of what’s being organised without sharing widely.

3) Hopefully, you will find a group with experience of organising counter protests. If you want to get involved with a counter protest, great. If you don’t feel safe doing so (also valid) you can support these groups by donating- cash, lifts to a protest site, burner phones and wood are often welcome.

4) Share details of counter protests far and wide and make it clear you, as a local person, do not support the fascists, and that the antifascists are the ones who speak for you.

5) Following the protest reach out to refugees in your local community, and let them know they are welcome. You could also donate to a local refugee support centre- many refugees are in massive need of basics like food, clothing and the ability to communicate home.

[god-syndicate-if]

A general update!

So I'm getting closer and closer to finishing the first chapter. With the rewrites mostly done I'll go ahead and announce the major changes to the RO's. I already said it in a comment but some people might have missed it.

So in the original post there were 7 ROs and a poly option. I had also secretly planned an 8th romance, which wouldn't show up until near the end of the book. But I've decided that this was just a smidge too much. I've taken out the poly option and have removed Mitch and Verne as a romance option. I've also moved the secret romance to show up much earlier and I've now made Rebel gender selectable, but still just as feral. I won't be updating the main post with the new options until I actually post the demo, but here are the current ROs.

Dame, Franco, Sigourney, Riley - All stay the same.

Rebel - Now gender selectable.

Harper - New RO. Gender selectable. A friend you've had since you were a child. Your breakup was pretty explosive and they haven't spoken with you since.

Verne and Mitch could potentially be sub-romances but I would not hold out hope for it.

[buttercupdemise]

look! i'm a pirate 😼

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

[stillwithmeisonlyyou]

My curse is that my fav project of an artist is their debut project that they don't fw anymore, but I'm still at the restaurant

Also I swear whoever this person is ⬆️, they are kinda sorta singlehandedly the reason I could reach all these "unreleased/ unofficial" evanescence songs. ThatVideoMakingKid if you're out there, thank you.

[28whitepeonies]

The latest in my series of protest placards x

[unearthlycat]

began looking at in stars and time fic out of blorbo-in-law curiosity and i may have made a Mistake

[jaratedeguadalupe]

thick thighs save lives

[plushchimera]

i admit i sometimes get weirdly fixated on small details in works of fiction, that doesn’t really matter (like that time i was stressed about the system of governance in an anime gacha game)

and just so you know i’ll be the 1st one to scream about “suspension of disbelief” and cheer for “the rule of cool”, and so i swear i won’t talk about this again

but i realized that i don’t really know and have very little visual reference on how you would fully bandage a hand, with each finger etc and so i went looking

and i guess points to MC for finding what seems like the least convenient way to cover your hands if you aim to prevent skin to skin contact, but the most dramatic one for sure

well I for one can definitely appreciate the diehard commitment to the aesthetic as a canon character trait

i’m traveling to this city, bag full of different sized bandages, no long sleeves and i don’t care how many people i can drive mad as long as i look mysterious as fuck

[viulus]

Finally tried out Ghost Trick tonight

[mechawolfie]

KURAS IS SO FUCKING PRETTY I-

[erythristicbones]

having big thoughts about Sideshow's first two arcs that will mean having to majorly rewrite both of them despite being almost finished w/ the games first draft script......but also these big thoughts are making me recognize fucking HUGE plotholes that i had conveniently ignored the first time around, so again, it feels like needed changes

[dandelioncore]

Absolute opposite vibes from this blog but I just started playing blasphemous and hoo boy is this going to test my anger management skills

[talysalankil]

beloved friend sent me a gamerip of the reynatis soundtrack and while i have no interest in the game itself where is the full soundtrack album, let me enjoy a clean version of shimomura's banging tunes

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was working at the sex shop I was pulling poverty wages. I loved my job but I was on food stamps and still barely getting by. When they hired the stores first male employee and he started at my pay rate after I’d been there for three years I quit.

I was initially really nervous when I saw the post for the mattress job. It listed a pay scale that I couldn’t even conceptualize and I appeared qualified. When I got an interview I was over the moon but also petrified. Reactions to my line of work often varied but most people were very embarrassed or skeptical. I worried about how I’d address it in the actual interview.

I lived far to the north of their headquarters and drove almost two hours to get there. When I finally arrived it was in the nicest thrift store clothes I could find, but I shrank inside to see a room full of older white men in nice suits waiting to be interviewed for the same job.

Why did I bother? I was decades younger than anyone else in the room, shabbily dressed, and I suspected I was the only afab person in the entire building. I stewed in my insecurities until I was called in.

The second I met my interviewer I was instantly put at ease. The man had the energy of a therapy dog, he was abound with positive, good natured energy. He was also incredibly beautiful. I grinned back at his welcoming smile as we said our pleasantries. But still. This very beautiful polished man seemed very innocent. How would the sex shop question go?

“I see here you worked at STORE?”

“Yes,” I said hesitantly.

“And that was sales? Or you just rang people up.”

“No, it was sales. I’d help people find products, we were encouraged to upsell, there was sales spiffs, and most importantly we educated customers on products to help them find what they liked best.”

He grinned approvingly and asked, “Can you give me an example of a time you successfully upsold a customer?”

I paused, wringing my hands before I asked, “How vague would you like me to be…?”

“Not at all!” He assured me. “Go for it!”

“Well. A man came in looking for something to make his fingers vibrate so when he was touching his wife it would enhance that sensation. We had cheap $10 cockrings that I showed him first. But we had a rechargeable waterproof one made of nicer material, and after I showed him a demo he bought that one.”

“How much was that one?”

“$110”

“Wow! You had an upsell of 100% from what he came in looking for! That’s incredible!”

He was so truly genuinely stoked and not at all embarrassed that for the first time I saw a tiny glimmer of a future where I didn’t have ramen and peanut butter tiding me over between paychecks.

He asked me to wait then came back to tell me he liked me so much that he wanted to send me right into another interview, if that was okay. He didn’t want me to have to drive back later, it was terribly considerate and exciting. I beamed and told him it would be lovely.

I then had the second worst interview I’ve ever had. The worst goes to the time I applied to be a store manager for a pet food place years later. The district and store manager interviewing me passed notes and texted while I was speaking. When the district manager called to inform me I didn’t get the job I told him I’d never have accepted anyway because I’d never had such a disrespectful interview.

The new man sitting behind the desk radiated an aura of a brick wall. As someone with anxiety I’m highly keyed into the emotional states of people I’m talking to. To receive no feedback at all was my personal hell. After a perfunctory greeting he asked me with no inflection to sell him a pen.

I gathered the shreds of my courage and attempted the Herculean task he’d set me. Through my whole improvised spiel he resisted all attempts at engaging him, regarding me with a cold apathy as I touted the benefits of my fictitious pen.

Halfway through I broke into a cold sweat. My smile didn’t waver but it grew strained as I projected friendliness and warmth into the black hole of his heart. My thoughts scattered and my sales pitch grew redundant in the face of his nothingness. I finally concluded with a hard close and he simply nodded.

He glanced at my resume and commented, “You didn’t ask me to touch or hold it. Though I suppose I can understand from your previous line of work why you wouldn’t.” I shriveled and died inside knowing that I encouraged people to touch dildos all day long and had been too frazzled to offer him the pen.

He bid me a cool farewell. I made it to my car before I started sobbing. I had never been so rattled. I couldn’t understand what I’d done to make him so unfriendly or if my threadbare clothes were what had made him treat me like dirt. I drove an hour and a half to get home, weeping intermittently.

I was therefore taken by complete surprise to receive a call the next day inviting me on board for their five week training program. The first man who’d interviewed me gushed on the phone about how the second guy had loved me and that I was going to be fantastic.

I was in shock. When I showed up to training the second interviewer was charming my new classmates, beaming and laughing. He was an utterly different person. To my dismay I learned he was the trainer for my district and would be my point of contact if I made it through training.

He joked with me later that his interview facade was just a tactic to see how people held up under pressure and I filed him into a category of my deepest enmity. I never forgave him for how small he made me feel that day, but I never showed him the depths of my fury.

I aced every test and went on to be valedictorian of the eight people who had survived the rigorous training process to earn a sales position. When I got my first paycheck I bought myself new clothes, the first non-thrifted things I’d owned in years.

[shatinn]

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