#fuck golden dawn

[willtheweirdrat]

FUCK golden dawn for stealing the meander. They can go fuck themselves all the way for taking yet another symbol of Greek culture, a symbol that meant victory and unity, and using it for their disgusting "party" (criminal organization). Nazis really do have a thing for stealing beautiful symbols and twisting them for their beliefs huh? I wish them a very "die" and burn in hell.

[fuckmeyer]

if smeyer wasn't a coward vamp!Bella would have immediately eaten her daughter Rensesmem whole-hog like Saturn Devouring His Son

[fanboy-feminist]

Biden dropping out has been, no joke, the best thing for the Democratic Party in years.

I haven't felt this sort of excitement in electoral politics since Bernie's 2015/2016 campaign. I genuinely do not believe that the Dems have had anything this good happen for them since Obergefell v. Hodges in 2015.

After weeks, months! of Biden fumbling so fucking much (student protests for a ceasefire in Gaza, god-awful debate, etc), to drop out and suddenly . . .

the main Democratic candidate is now a charismatic woman of color who called for a ceasefire in Gaza

a category 5 storm of memes about the biggest album of the year in pop music and pop culture and Kamala Harris

the Republican VP pick generally being an off-putting grifter weirdo

a rumor about aforementioned VP pick having sex with a couch starts to pick up traction

a genuinely exciting search for the Democratic VP slot

Minnesota governor Tim Walz (correctly) calls Trump and Trumpian Republicans “weird”

Harris picks Tim Walz, a middle class, ex-military, former public school teacher who coached his school's football team and sponsored the gay-straight alliance, now a pro-union Democrat attack dog (which I have never seen on a Democratic ticket as long as I have been alive) to be her running mate

he makes a JD Vance couch joke in his first speech as Harris’ VP pick!

How absolutely perfect is this? I have never seen this energy and excitement in electoral politics (save for MAGA-types [but they're a cult]) in my life. This is potentially a godsend for the Democratic party.

Moreover, I genuinely think this could make conditions for pushing for more progressive and left-leaning policies at all levels of government in the U.S. possible.

[buddydawndevoted]

so I'm not very eloquent when it comes to characters I like, much more of a "rotating them in my mind" kind of guy, but i'm going to try because oh my GOD this thought about buddy plagues my waking days.

i recall that in the finale somewhere of in an adventuring party one of the intrepid heros said "point him in a direction and he'll go" in reference to buddy and that really stuck with me because it's yet ANOTHER MIRRORING OF HIM AND KRISTEN.

when Kristen left Helio she felt unendingly lost and unguided. She searched and searched and searched for a god that she could feel a connection to and even in creating her own God (twice!) she couldn't find that. obviously this lack of connection with other deities was due to her immense doubt that eventually lead her to Cassandra, what she primarily wanted from her God was answers and in cassandra's case, the acceptance that there aren't always going to be answers.

buddy's problem is that he has been OVER guided. when with the church of Helio he was guided by his grandmother, his grandfather, other members of the church. he always had someone who could tell him what to do and what to think. even when leaving Helio he was still being told what to do and what to think! he was always under someone's thumb whether that be bobby dawn or Jace and porter. with the former he was given a new god after having something so familiar violently (literally violently) ripped away from him. so unlike Kristen, he hasn't yet been given the freedom to actually explore anything new. he's just been manipulated up to this point! he probably held onto baccarath so hard because its the closest to exploration of faith he got, he probably knew the name was bs after the ritual failed but he kept with it just because it was something new and different.

but that's also something buddy has always shown, he's always shown insane amounts of loyalty and devotion. I think that's what buddy is actually looking for in a god. loyalty. I mean think about it, his own grandfather literally left elmvile without him, nobody on the ratgrinders was ever an actual friend to him, he likely resents the neglect that Helio shows his followers whether its a conscious resentment or not, and not to mention we don't even know where the fuck his parents are or if they're at all present in his life! at basically every turn buddy has been well and truly alone. I think what he truly wants is a god that will be and will encourage truly loyalty and devotion and belief.

i hope that's what baccarath can become. not a good of rage but of devotion.

[sora-has-a-sideblog]

The "Damn It, Matthew" GSDD Run (Part 1)

In which I renamed Matthew to "damn it" and chose violence — I mean, the angryface — whenever presented with the option.

please excuse my terrible phone pictures

[daydreaming-in-daisies]

people who are mad that they won't have a constant barrage of new tv shows and movies during the sag strike need to take notes from the golden sun fanbase. we've literally been playing the same 3 games for like 20 years now while simultaneously getting teased by camelot with the idea of a new game finally being made.

[yaeggravate]

just wanted to quickly share my thoughts on ronova's possible parallels to the character kundry, from wagner's opera parsifal

when the lord of the night talks about ronova she has this to say about her:

Yohualtecuhtin, Lord of the Night: The one you wish to know about... I call her "The Ruler of Death." She helped Natlan establish the rules. It was also under her guidance that I created the Night Kingdom... Yohualtecuhtin, Lord of the Night: It was an expression of love, as well as an act of reparation. She was seen as having significantly overstepped her authorities as a Shade, which quite displeased the almighty... Mm, Heavenly Principles. Yohualtecuhtin, Lord of the Night: She succumbed to self-pity as a result, and no longer cared if others discussed her identity. Even so, her existence remains unknown to all but a select few.

in the memory of xbalanque, we find out ronova has little freedom to do as she pleases. (though it's unclear what this means exactly)

Ronova: Very well. I shall agree to help you. But I am merely a Shade, and I do not have as much freedom to do as I please as you might think.

because i have anfortano on the brain, all of these bolded tidbits immediately reminded me of the sorceress kundry. in wagner's version, kundry was an (unwilling) accomplice in getting amfortas (spelled with an "m" here) cursed. kundry was wrecked with guilt over what she had done and tried to help amfortas and the grail knights despite her being under her master's control.

PARSIFAL Gurnemanz: Methinks a curse may still be on her life,—She is so wild and strange, so sad her very eyes. But now, whate'er the past, she is with us, And serves us to atone for earlier guilt. Perchance her work may shrive her of her sins. Surely she does full well to serve us well, And in the serving-help herself and us.

kundry was cursed herself to reincarnate over and over again for eternity. (because she laughed at jesus while he was being crucified lol.) she went under several names, one of which stood out to me; gundryggia. this name seems to be an invention by wagner himself that he gave his own meaning to:

In Act 2 of Wagner's music-drama, one of the names by which Klingsor addresses Kundry. Cosima's diary relates, "... at lunch he tells me: "She will be called Gundrygia (sic), the weaver of war", but then he decides to keep to Kundry" [14 March 1877]. Although it has been speculated that the name was that of a Valkyrie, the author has not been able to find the name Gundrygia or Gundryggia in any of the Old Norse sources, which contain many Valkyrie names. There is, however, a resemblance to the name Gunnr (meaning strife or battle), one of Odin's principal Valkyries, and this might have been the inspiration for Wagner to transform Kundry into Gundryggia.

at the end of the story, kundry dies and is freed from her suffering after parsifal saves amfortas.

back to capitano, it's said that ronova sent him on a long journey and that cap has a final foe to face. it's not explained yet what this means and can be interpreted several ways but when you consider possible kundry parallels perhaps ronova is helping cap break the curse which could potentially defeat her too or release her from her own torment/guilt over the Crimes™

anyway just something to think about, even if ronova isn't kundry, it would still be interesting to see her character implemented in the story in some way.

[dirtyoldmanhole]

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[acourtofquestions]

Golden flame danced between her fingers.

Elide recoiled, and the fire vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"My name is Essar," the female said softly. "I am a friend--of your friends, I believe."

Elide said nothing.

"Cairn is a monster," Essar said, taking a step closer. "Stay far from him."

"I need to find him."

"You played the part of his mistreated lover well enough. You have to know something about him. What he does."

"If you know where he is, please tell me." She wasn't above begging.

Essar ran an eye over Elide. Then she said, "He was in this city until yesterday. Then he went out to the eastern camp." She pointed with a thumb over a shoulder. "He's there now."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's not terrorizing the patrons of every fine establishment in this town, glutting himself on the coin Maeve gave him when he took the blood oath."

Elide blinked. She had hoped some of the Fae might be opposed to Maeve, especially after the battle in Eyllwe, but to find such outright distaste...

Essar then added, "And because my sister--the soldier you spoke with--told me. She saw him in the camp this morning, smirking like a cat."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because you are wearing Lorcan's shirt, and Rowan Whitethorn's cloak. If you do not believe me, inform them who told you and they will." Elide cocked her head to the side.

Essar said softly, "Lorcan and I were involved for a time."

They were in the midst of war, and had traveled for thousands of miles to find their queen, and yet the tightness that coiled in Elide's gut at those words somehow found space. Lorcan's lover. This delicate beauty with a bedroom voice had been Lorcan's lover.

"I'll be missed if I'm gone for too long, but tell them who I am. Tell them that I told you. If it's Cairn they seek, that is where he shall be. His precise location, I don't know." Essar backed away a step. "Don't go asking after Cairn at other taverns. He isn't well regarded, even amongst the soldiers. And those who do follow him... You do not wish to attract their interest."

Essar made to turn away, but Elide blurted,

"Where did Maeve go?"

Essar looked over her shoulder. Studied her.

The female's eyes widened. "She has Aelin of the Wildfire," Essar breathed.

Elide said nothing, but Essar murmured, "That was... that was the power we felt the other night." Essar swept back toward Elide. Gripped her hands. "Where Maeve went a few days ago, I don't know. She did not announce it, did not take anyone with her. I often serve her, am asked to... It doesn't matter. What matters is Maeve is not here. But I do not know when she will return."

Relief again threatened to send Elide crumpling to the ground. The gods, it seemed, had not abandoned them just yet.

But if Maeve had taken Aelin to the outpost where they'd lied that the Valg prince had been contained...

Elide gripped Essar's hands, finding them warm and dry. "Does your sister know where Cairn resides in the camp?"

For long minutes, then an hour, they had talked.

Essar left and returned with Dresenda, her sister. And in that alley, they had plotted.

Elide finished telling Rowan, Lorcan, and Gavriel what she'd learned. They sat in stunned silence for a long minute.

"Just before dawn," Elide repeated. "Dresenda said the watch on the eastern camp is weakest at dawn. That she'd find a way for the guards to be occupied. It's our only window."

Rowan was staring into the trees, as if he could see the layout of the camp, as if he were plotting his way in, way out.

"She didn't confirm if Aelin was in Cairn's tent, though," Gavriel cautioned. "Maeve is gone--Aelin might be with her, too."

"It's a risk we take," Rowan said. A risk, perhaps, they should have considered.

Elide glanced to Lorcan, who had been silent throughout. Even though it had been his lover who had helped them, perhaps guided by Anneith herself. Or at least had been tipped off by the scent on Elide's clothes.

"You think we can trust her?" Elide asked Lorcan, though she knew the answer.

Lorcan's dark eyes shifted to her. "Yes, though I don't see why she'd bother."

"She's a good female, that's why," Rowan said.

At Elide's lifted brow, he explained, "Essar visited Mistward this spring. She met Aelin." He cut a glare toward Lorcan. "And asked me to tell you that she sends her best."

Elide hadn't seen anything that came close to pining in Essar's face, but gods, she was beautiful. And smart. And kind. And Lorcan had let her go, somehow.

[nando161mando]

25/02/2024 Heraklion 🇬🇷

Mobilisation against the venue in Heraklion of the leader of the party “Spartians” (new name for Golden Dawn). 70 antifascists stood there all day waiting for the fascists to come, the gathering was cancelled.

Mobilisation face à la venue du chef du parti neo-nazi “Spartians” (Nouveau nom d’Aube Dorée). 70 antifascistes ont attendus toute la journée devant le lieu de l’événement, lequel a été annulé.

#NoNazisInMyCity #HeraklionAntifa #AntifaInternational #Antifa #Squads

[therosebunpost]

This idea flopped in my old blog, but I wanna bring it back because the idea fascinates me, and I think it could be really interesting!

So, major three story cross over here with Stranger Things, Free Guy and Spree (2020)

(Tiny warning, I’ve never seen Spree, I just read the synopsis on Wikipedia, so forgive me if Kurt is OOC)

Imagine Steve, Keys and Kurt being triplets though! Steve’s the oldest, Keys is the middle child and Kurt is the baby of the family. I just think they would just be such an interesting trio. Steve, the popular jock. His parents favor him the most at first, with Keys and Kurt being in his shadow. At least, for a while before Steve realizes that the person he’s becoming is Bullshit. So, he changes. He cuts the toxic people out of his life and actually becomes a babysitter for a bunch of rascals??

Then Keys becomes the favorite of their parents. He’s smart, and they use that to impress the people around them. Well, until Keys says he’s getting into video game development. Then they promptly drop him, because they wanted someone to run the company. Someone to skyrocket it into the future, but Keys is just like “No??” They try again when he effectively becomes successful in his endeavors, but he’s sick and tired of working under their thumb, so he refuses again.

Kurt, oh Kurt, he’s just waiting for his parents to finally see him, but they completely skip over him. Despite looking like his brothers, despite their own encouragement, Kurt just…gets missed a lot. He’s the shadow in the room. The third, Forgotten triplet that people think is just a little off. Too socially awkward to be charming like Steve, not smart enough to do anything for the company like Keys, so it leads him to some dark places.

Can you imagine the chaos of their stories happening at the same time though? Like, Steve comes home one day, beaten and bruised. Keys is just like “What the fuck-“ Then you just have Steve spilling everything to him. The monsters, the Russians, fucking Vecna. (Keys, who I can see being at least DND aware, just looks at him funny before treating his wounds) Bet, Keys gets roped into everything and you just have the hilarity of the party mistaking one for the other all the time. This is when Keys spills that he may, or may not have created artificial life. Cue excitement from Dustin, and subsequent gripping from Steve because of course Henderson likes his brother more. (He doesn’t But Dustin still thinks Keys is cool as shit)

Kurt has been doing…something during everything. Obviously Steve and Kurt tell him about what’s happening, and of course Kurt is jealous. Why did they get all the adventures, all the thrill and he’s left behind? He tries to join in, but Steve knows how fragile Kurt is. How he already is going through a lot mentally, so he says no. “I don’t wish this on anybody man.” Steve explains, hand on his shoulder. “Keys is coming with because computer stuff can be like, useful you know? Just stay here, don’t tell mom and dad.”

Everything changes when Kurt comes home one day, bloodied up. Obviously Steve and Keys are freaked, asking him what happened. Kurt just shrugs, eyes vacant, and dead. “Saw one of those…dog things. Tried to attack me. I killed it.” Then he’s just shuffling up stairs to clean up, but there’s a dread in both of their stomachs. Steve knows what a demo-dog attack looks like, Key’s just got done listening to a police report about a missing person last seen using Spree.

[allmightyscroll-swag]

HOLY SHIT?????

shivers

[r18-g]

GOD. RIGHT. FUCK. I FORGOT ABOUT. WHAT ERIKA DOES. TO. THE BODIES. god. fuck. fuuuuck. god that twist fucking rocks. slaps my ass and knocks my socks off.

[random-group-of-crows]

I fucking hate how wicca is one of the first things people think about when you talk about magick with someone.

[gojosprettyprincess]

SATORU'S FAVORITE TYPE OF DAY-STARTER!!

Tw- Morning sex, prone bone, creampie, degradation n praise. Not proofread

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The morning ray of warm sunlight slowly filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow—gently filling the room. It was early in the morning but also timely enough for the sweet melodic chirps of the morning birds to be heard outside. You and your boyfriend Satoru had the day off from your sorcerer jobs so everything was so comforting and peaceful...

Except for the nasty, lewd sounds of your rippling ass slapping against his pelvis—indicating just how deep he was diving his cock into your slippery pussy with ease, drenching the white sheets below, where the two of you were connected.

He was straddling your thighs from behind as his passionate thrusts echoed throughout the room.

Each deep, rhythmic stroke caused waves of pleasure to cascade through every inch of your being. His snowy-white huffs of pubic hair brushing tenderly against your sensitive folds and swollen clit in a dance of ecstasy.

His hands gripping your waist firmly as he delved deeper into your warm, inviting core.

“Fuck you're such a horny little slut, Sweetheart. Didn't I already fucked you good last night? But that just wasn't enough, was it? Always desperate for some cock“ he snickers mockingly, as he taunts you with a smirk. Blindfolded eyes infatuated with the cadency of his flushed cock disappearing into your warm, plushy walls every other second, following the rhythm of his thrusts.

You whimpered pathetically to his degrading commentary, the sound of your distress from his bullying blending with the rustling of the sheets beneath you as you gripped it for dear life.

“Mmm, Satoru! soo gooddd, y-you’re soo d-eep fuck!�� you cried out, feeling nothing but pleasure consuming you as drool steeps out of your mouth—damping the soft pillow beneath. His angry, mushroom head jabs your g-spot over and over making you arch your back uncontrollably. His thick cock already stretching your pussy open in the mere crack of dawn.

“Yeah? My cock making you feel good sweetheart?” he chuckles, playfully swatting your cheeks, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he lets out a toothy grin watching how it bounces back against him when he sinks his swollen cock into you. “Shit—yesyesyes, Sat-toruuu rub my clit, please! Fuckk” you cried out, your urgent plea driving him wild as you grind your hips back into him hastily, your twitching little pussy tainting his cock with your runny slick as you see stars.

He grins, moving his fingers down to pinch and rub teasing circles on the sensitive bud, “Seriously? Your pussy is gonna cream on me already? What a filthy whore” he chuckles, heading falling back lazily as the sunlight illuminates his flawless skin. “Was expecting a little more than that but I know how fucking crazy this hungry pussy gets when I'm balls deep, stuffing it full”, he jests with a hint of satisfaction, his laughter echoing around you.

He pressed a hand firmly against your lower back, pressing it down—restricting all your movements as he readjusts the position. His tall figure now looming over you, both hands on each of your sides of your body, trapping you in as you moaned out like dumb slut. Each forceful thrust pushes his rigid length to the brink, feeling his cock ramming deeper and deeper inside your gushing cunt, to the point where his angry tip is nudging against your cervix—making your eyes roll back, one thing about Satoru was that he’s a literal beast when it comes to fucking you, he does it like his whole life depended on it.

You were on the verge of reaching climax and all it took was to hear your boyfriend’s hot, guttural moan—one that ignited your already frenzied lust, the loudest one since you two began fucking to have your greedy, stretched cunt to pulsate and spasm uncontrollably, releasing all over his pretty, flushed cock. Your moans melded with the fabric of the pillow as your fingers clenched the headboard in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself as you felt your cum dribbling out of your cunt and down your thighs—it was so messy.

“Ohhh fuck yeah, that’s it, baby, thattt’s it” he groans out with a smirk, feeling your sticky cream coating his length. His eyes dancing mischievously as he observed the wet patch forming on the pillow beneath your head from your drooling.

You cried out, eyes peering open as he kept fucking your soppy pussy.

Rings, and rings of glistening cum decorating the base of his cock sinfully. A loud whimper escaped your lips as you felt the relentless stimulation of your pussy used by him even after your orgasm. He laughs at your sudden reaction. “Aww sweetheart, you didn’t think you'll get to cum but I won’t, did you? Such a greedy whore, only thinking about yourself and this greedy, fucking pussy” he’s so amused by you, his bullying cock abusing your poor used cunt, his balls strucking your clit with vigor, making it so much more intense. “Oh, my—fuckk!” You hiccuped, feeling your soul levitating from your body as his eager cock molds your pussy to shape his cock.

“This pussy is so fucking good, God you’re so perfect” he smiles widely from the pure pleasure of your wet pussy, and a warm flutter settled in his stomach as you took his pounding. His rigged breath made you so dizzy as his thick veins dragged along the insides of your cunt. “You like me stuffing this pussy baby?, like getting your brains fucked out by my cock?” He babbles out, on the verge of losing his mind as he chases his release.

“Yes! Yes! Ohmygoddd” you screamed, both of your legs flailing behind you as he was drilling impossibly fucking deep inside of you, he was so loud, moaning just inches from your ears, making your pussy flutter over and over hearing your boyfriend making such lewd unabashed noises. One thing about Satoru was that he was never embarrassed or cared when it came to being vocal in bed—sometimes he’s even louder than you. You could feel the veins of his cock twitching against your walls as he fucks your cervix like a feral beast.

“Fuckohfuck!” his head falls back as he takes a deep breath. “Gon-na cum, fuck! Gonna creampie this little pussy and stuff it for with my seed” he bites his lip, thrusting himself into you relentlessly as his hips stuttered and abs flexed against you.

His jaw fell open in a silent scream while his eyes rolled back as he emptied his essence inside of you, groaning loudly, feeling your pussy sucking the warm cum greedily out of his shaft. His body collapses onto yours, making you mewl in pain as you adjust to his heavyweight. He wrapped both of his arms around your neck to lift your head up as he moved closer to your face—he lazily licked a stripe of your jawline as his eyes fluttered to stay open.

“Good morninggg, Beautiful” his deep voice mumbled to you with a fucked out smile.

[shouyuus]

adding onto the vi sleeps shirtless req only now it's college roommatevi! who wakes up to you pounding at her door at fuck-crack of dawn (or midday, if she went out the night before) and who stumbles out of bed, still mostly asleep and wearing only a ratty pair of boxers, to shutyouup answer

(you weren't made for blood pressures this high, and it's only like 8 AM)

xx vi sleeps shirtless truther

18+, no sex, just a nip-mention

JUST. college roommate!vi answering the door, squinty-eyed, her hair an absolute menace, sticking up in every direction, you standing there, wanting to be pissed at her bc its like... the 5th time she's used your stainless steel pot without cleaning it correctly and just leaving it in the sink but -- holy shit -- she's in a pair of old, bright red, calvin klein boxer briefs and nothing else, grumbling at you, the sunrise peaking over her shoulder, casting her in this golden, ethereal glow like --

"what, cupcake?" and her voice is gravely with sleep but you really can't focus on anything else bc... did you even know her nipples were pieced? you might've had an inkling bc she has some strange aversion to ever wearing proper bras so you've kinda maybe noticed the shape of them through all her tanktops and band tee's but -- now they're just right there --

"uh -- uhm --" you stutter, your brain short-circuiting way harder than you'd imagined, the dirty pot still in your hand, though it's held slack at your side bc really -- what the fuck are you supposed to say to this?

vi quirks an eyebrow, clearly confused and more than a little annoyed. she glances down at her chest, rolling her eyes. on any other day, she might've teased you, but she'd had a really late night last night and its one of the few days she doesn't have morning practice so she really doesn't appreciate you cutting into her sleep.

"c'mon princess, it's not like you haven't got a pair yourself," she says, shifting her weight from one leg to another, making her tits bounce slightly. you jerk your eyes away, cheeks going so hot you think you might get 3rd degree burns.

"just --" you cast your eyes up towards... anywhere but vi's tits, "the -- do you --" you sputter, grasping for a coherent sentence. but for some stupid reason, the only thing you can come up with is "i was... gonna make breakfast. d-did you want anything?"

vi stares, half-incredulous, half-confused.

"breakfast?" she glances at the large alarm clock sitting atop her half-opened drawers. it blinks a steady 7:48AM at her in dull red LED lights.

"nevermind -- i -- it was stupid. sorry for waking you --" you turn on your heels, feeling the room closing in around you, your fingers shaking around the pot handle.

"jesus, princess -- unless you're offering up yourself on a silver platter, don't ever wake me up at 7am again for fuckin' breakfast --"

vi's door clicks closed but you're left peering over your shoulder, eyes wide as dinner plates. because did she say what you think she did?

after a few solid seconds on blinking at her closed door, you scurry away to the kitchen to soak the stainless steel with bar keeper's friend, frowning down at the foamy mess in the kitchen sink, doing everything you can not to think about what it might look like if you did offer yourself to vi for breakfast.

you sigh, blowing a strand of hair from your face, frowning down at the stainless steel pot.

maybe next time.