#hatred and vitriol on planet earth !!!!!!!!!!

[roombagreyjoy]

is there nothing sacred left in this world (← roommate ate my leftovers by accident allegedly)

[villruu]

yeah yeah your new ARG and horror web series is very cool, but are you normal about disabled bodies? Are you normal about mental illnesses?

[eldenphil]

i am SO sick. also so tired need to sleep but REALLLLLLY want to eat something spicy (noodles…) but idk if i can be arsed

[tom-hossain-minis]

Holy shit politics tumblr what the fuck. Are there no communists on this site? Or people with memory greater than that of dory from finding nemo ? Does nobody recall every promise Biden not only broke but actively did the opposite of what he said he was gonna do? And I also have to ask, and I’m sorry to do so, but I think it’s important, are you all white? Cause I seen yall saying “your pic friends will suffer” and the way it’s phrased makes me think perhaps yall are not yourselves poc, for the most part. Furthermore, all *my* poc friends are well fucking aware that Joe “I’m against desegregation” Biden is a fucking racist POS, as is his entire administration. Let’s not even get into increased climate destruction, his support for trans people being barred from sports, his general apathy towards lgbt people, his really fucking vile southern border behaviour and policy, his explicit fucking islamaphobia, anti black racism, and anti-Asian racism, his supreme belief in police barbarism, his total economic shitshow these last four years, and finally, something I suspect non Americans literally are unable to fathom, his vitriolic hatred of the rest of the world, and the danger he poses to humanity’s continued survival as a result. It’s true, your political system sucks fucking balls, I pity you for having only one party and not being able to remove your head of state, but don’t you dare tell me that you think Joe Biden is a “good president in most regards except Palestine”. And guess what, “trump is worse” is something I wholeheartedly agree with. But for some reason you Americans have no concept of “saying no”. You don’t have a permanent minimum standard. I can’t understand it, is there some weird part of American culture that says you can’t have a sense of personal dignity, or, dare I say it, a spine? It’s inconciliables to me that every person in the most well off, powerful, heavily defended nation on earth would not only allow themselves to be, in the most shakespearien sense, raped by their political system every four years, but that *some* would revel in it. I genuinely mean it when I say I cannot understand this behaviour. Aren’t you outraged at this treatment? Where is your fury against such degradation? Wouldn’t you fight and work and claw at everything against you until your bones were raw and white and broken rather than settle for this most violating and humiliating of lifestyles, in the hope of something better? Don’t get me wrong, I come from the cesspool that is Britain, and that’s its own thing, but I know why and how the British spirit was so thoroughly crushed so I know why people have given up there, and even then, we not only still have some resemblance of fight, but also a system that at least in theory can allow for some better representation than the American one. Britain has a proud history of rioting when things get too bad, we stole the idea from the French, just like everything in our history and culture, but America never seemed to have the same; is it just too vast a country? I just, really need someone to explain it. When and how were the American people politically lobotomised? And I’m sorry if this is rude or confusing but I really am at a loss. As a scientist I really am dedicated to and obsessed with making the world a better place for everyone, but America, the biggest problem by a landslide so massive it could be its own planet, completely and totally baffles me.

Tl;dr: fuck Joe Biden, I have a sneaking suspicion tumblr is mostly racist white people, America’s very existence can drive a man insane like the visage of Cthulhu

[thomasthetankieengine]

TERFs' hatred of trans people came about because much of radical feminism hinged on the idea that gender is 100% a social construct, inherently oppressive, and thus should be abolished. (Though, never do they really explain how they intend to do this.)

However, the existence of trans people throws this dearly held theory into doubt, and rather than admit the theory is flawed, TERFs decided that trans people are either liars, mentally ill, or perverts. By doing so, they often twist themselves into knots, trying to assign some semi-spiritual significance to chromosomes, periods, and childbirth.

Regardless of apas-95's tantrum, many TERFs do indeed hate men. Perhaps she hasn't been unfortunate to read the writings of TERFs like Janice Raymond, Julie Bindel, Germaine Greer, Mary Daly, and Sheila Jeffreys, all of whom but Greer were/are political lesbians. TERFs are frequently less vitriolic about men than trans people, since the existence of men doesn't run against their most dearly held ideology.

Nevertheless, see these quotes from Wikipedia about Mary Daly:

In Gyn/Ecology (1978), Daly claimed that male culture was the direct, evil opposite of female nature, and that the ultimate purpose of men was death of both women and nature. Daly contrasted women's life-giving powers with men's death-dealing powers. …. Later in the interview when asked about her opinion on Sally Miller Gearhart's proposal that "the proportion of men must be reduced to and maintained at approximately 10% of the human race", she said, "I think it's not a bad idea at all. If life is to survive on this planet, there must be a decontamination of the Earth. I think this will be accompanied by an evolutionary process that will result in a drastic reduction of the population of males."

Yeah, sounds like man-hating to me and something that has pretty much nothing to do with trans people, as I believe apas is implying.

[happi-tree]

head in my hands (<- she is thinking about the dreamcatcher dystopia and apocalypse trilogies)

with dystopia it's like. (scream) the world is so full of hatred and vitriol and every time i am reminded of it, it seeps further and further into my veins and i'm worried it may consume me. the witch hunts are constant and ever worsening, and all that ever comes from them is more contempt and more regret. what is this poisonous masquerade all for. does anyone else hear this, i'm calling out to you, i'm begging for relief and for catharsis. i need this to reach you, i need you to hear the cries of the people who are suffering. i'm shouting alongside them. (boca) do you speak to your mother with that mouth. would she be proud of the things that you're saying. look around you - the angels are dying and the casualties grow with every spiteful word. sometimes kindness starts with silence when all you want is to fight fire with fire. my heart is pierced for you again and again, and i don't know how much longer it can be like this. i want to help you, i want to let you breathe again and give you relief from the harsh words that have strangled your lungs. i want to make this world better, and i want it to start with us. (odd eye) the world is broken, this is not a fairytale. utopia has never existed and it never will. do not believe the sugarcoated lie of perfection because it is impossible to grasp. the world is dark and you will not find what you're looking for if eternal peace is what you seek. open your eyes to reality, and you will make it a better place - not by dreaming, but by doing what you can.

and then with apocalypse it's like. (maison) our home is dying, our planet is dying, our people are dying, but i feel so detached from it all. i need to come down to earth, i need to keep pushing for change in every way that matters. your conscience is drying faster than the droughts plaguing our land, don't you see that we need to do something about this. please someone fight for us - the task is enormous and the stakes are daunting, and i'm coming down to rescue you but i can't do it alone. you have to help save yourself. (vision) the world is a scorched-earth battlefield and we are its foot-soldiers. we must press on and fight now that we've come this far. everything is painted in shades of moral gray, but we must act decisively. i am reaching for your hand in the trenches, i am sending a message to you, i am giving you a vision. do you copy, have you clasped my soot-stained hand. the work is hard, but we must reload and keep going. join us and fight alongside us. i am not asking, i am not begging - there is no time for either. ([reason] i am with you always, in war and peace, in hatred and in love. you are why i fight. i have spent years being beaten down, and you have, too, but it is your companionship that buoys me, brightens my darkness, makes this world worth it all. you are my reason. don't let me stop fighting.) (bon voyage) we have fought the good fight together, my friend. the war wages onward, but our assignments have changed, and we must part ways. i will carry every lesson you have taught me within me. the battlefield lies fallow until the footprints recede. the flowers are starting to bloom again and the colors are coming into focus. a part of me will always be drawn to you even as i leave you, even when you are long gone. travel well, my friend. may our battles not be in vain and may we both find rest. i hope i will see your face in peacetime.

[bondsmagii]

Please give me the forbidden Goncharov discourse 👀

so for context, this comes from a post by tumblr user lastoneout that reads:

turns out tumblr does have reading comprehension and the ability to analyze a complex text through multiple frameworks and have a nuanced discussion while doing so but apparently we were all saving it up to have nuanced discussions about a fake movie with no actual text to analyze

and then my tags on the post, which read:

#this is so funny but i maintain it's the only unrealistic thing about goncharov (1973) #like you mean to tell me the fandom on tumblr is this huge and yet there's not one hate blog? #there's not a core group of haters posting the most deranged piss on the poor shit in the tag? #no discourse? no anon hate? #christ but there's not a single poc in it come on tumblr i've not seen a single person get called a racist for liking it #this is a glimpse into what peace on planet earth would look like #(ironically i do have some deep analysis for why this might be but i will spare op lmao)

now forgive me if this makes no sense, because this is the first time I have tried to articulate it before, and of course in keeping with the theme it's about a fake movie (cinematic masterpiece Goncharov, (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese).

with the obvious out of the way first: Goncharov is a fictional movie, it does not exist, and therefore there it nothing to say about the real-world issues associated with lack of representation. this means we can skip that in actuality, though if we're looking at it from the perspective of a real movie and how it would be regarded on Tumblr, I'm sure that there would be related discourse. however, this is not real, so we can focus on the more entertaining, light-hearted sides of fandom. and this is universally what Goncharov posts were like: gifsets, fanart, humorous and well-written textual analysis, deep and pretentious photosets and quotes, everything that you love to see. but it was odd, in terms of realism, that there were no haters at all. which made me wonder: why are there haters when it comes to real things, but not when it comes to fake ones? part of this is what's mentioned above: in real life, there are some dynamics and trends and issues that can and do have a very real impact on society, or represent aspects of society that should change. but I can't help think it was something else, too.

I mentioned in my tags hate blogs specifically, because in real fandoms, you can easily find hate blogs that have absolutely nothing to do with any real, tangible criticism. it is just vitriolic hate: of a character, of a book/film, of an actor or actress involved, or some combination of these. there's no actual criticism, and very often there are massive feats of mental gymnastics used to make fans of [character] or [thing] look bad. it is just seething hatred, all directed towards something that is supposed to be entertainment; it's supposed to be fun! so why do some people take something harmless and make their entire personalities about hating it -- as well as spending significant parts of their day talking shit, getting into arguments, and even sending anon hate and threats to fans? it's because there are some people out there who like to hate things. they don't seem to like having fun. anything fun that comes their way, they have to pick holes in it; they have to have something negative to say to it. deep down, they know this is a very sad way to live. they know there's a difference between being a casual hater who likes to bitch about things in private with friends, or make the occasional joke or rant online -- and running a literal blog dedicated to hating something. they know there's a difference and they don't want to admit that they're losers, so they dress it up as something noble. these days, it's usually activism. this also explains the mental gymnastics, the reaches, the "fans of [character] are -ist or -phobic" shit. they're applying a thin coat of legitimacy to the fact that they're irrationally angry about something completely pointess, and there are a lot of people out there who seem to think this is a good and beneficial way to spend their time.

even among fans, there are some who seem to be having a bad time. I have looked at certain posts or blogs before and wondered to myself if the person even actually likes it, or if at this point they're just hostage to nostalgia or the idea of it (either the potential or their fan version of the universe) and they can't just call it quits. these people are not the same as the previously described, as they don't make their whole lives about hating something, but they're clearly miserable and could do with moving on, and they do contribute to the kinds of critical and often aggressive posts missing from the Goncharov project. the absence of this, as well as the more unhinged hatred, does leave a pretty obvious gap in the believability of the film's existence, and this is... rather depressing, really.

the thing that allowed Goncharov to be a peaceful experience was because of the fact that it wasn't real, and everyone knew it. but this should be applied to all films and books: they are not real. while some criticisms are valid (such as the terrible writing that female characters are often subject to, or the lack of representation in popular cinema, etc) a lot of the hate comes from interpersonal beef about characters, and these people aren't real. it's a very strange thing to witness: that so many people are capable of understanding that Goncahrov and Katya etc aren't real, and therefore there's no point getting mad about them, but they cannot carry that over to any other fictional character. the film's unreality is part of the joke, woven into it from the foundations, and so no hater, no matter how deranged, could possibly take themselves seriously hating it. instead they have to resort to complaining about the joke itself, and how annoying it is, but the content remains completely hater-free. it's an absolutely fascinating glimpse at the complete breakdown of the line between reality and fiction on this website -- Goncharov came from within, and its construction and creation was there for all to see, whereas other media seems to spring to the consumer fully formed and therefore with some kind of mystery that awards it a certain flair of legitimacy. I don't mean to say that anyone thinks it's real, but certainly they seem to think it's more serious, and worth getting worked up over. but none of it is real, none of it is worth getting worked up over, but for some reason it seems that when a creation comes from one's peers, this mystery is removed and the complete pointlessness and inanity of getting into fights online over fictional characters and events is illuminated in all its glory.

[writeuntilthereisnothingleft]

(something written by Mike Brooks, a psychologist from Austin, Texas)

We live with the notion that we are separate from one another, that we exist independently of the world around us, and that our individual actions do not impact the planet as a whole. This illusion of separation is the root cause of our suffering, and if we want to heal the planet, we have to heal our ignorant perception of life so that our actions will no longer reflect our ignorance, but will instead reflect an understanding and respect for one another and for the Earth that we inhabit.

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If we want to heal the state of the world, we have to evolve our way of thinking and interacting with the world. As long as we view the world as something that exists separately from us, we will continue to create our suffering. If we want to experience peace on Earth, we have to realize our ONENESS and awaken from the illusion of separation.

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Not only are we CONNECTED DEEPLY WITH ONE ANOTHER, if we continue to follow this nondualist line of thinking, WE ARE DEEPLY, PROFOUNDLY, AND INEXTRICABLY LINKED WITH ONE ANOTHER AND EVERYTHING. We are made from the stuff of stars, and the universe is within us. Buddhist monk and teacher, Thich Nhat Hanh, called this "INTERBEING."

From the perspective of interbeing, I am you and you are me. The more we can remember our inherent oneness, the more we will realize that obsessing over our different teams, parties, and tribes creates a separateness that is illusory and destructive. Because we are all connected, one body, we cannot attack one another without, ultimately, causing mutual suffering. Imagine that we force our right and left arms to attack one another. There is no way that one arm can defeat the other without us suffering. We must remember that a house divided against itself cannot stand.

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Our growth and flourishing depend upon our INTERCONNECTEDNESS.

When we are better able to see ourselves in others, we will all benefit from greater levels of compassion and cooperation. Given our increasing levels of divisiveness and toxic polarization within America and around the globe, finding more unity and oneness is sorely needed. When we internalize the truth of our interconnectedness, of our oneness, this truth will set us free of the hatred and vitriol that divide us.

By Mike Brooks, Ph.D.

[kopawz]

#7 for the hate ask game!

love how you phrased it, anon: hate ask game yeah man hatred and vitriol on planet earth

anyway, 7? like. god that's so many- BUT- i hate it most when people forget that a character puts up walls for a REASON, like they sandpaper a person down to easily digestible traits, instead of letting them still be an asshole sometimes, even though they have friends now or something. like sometimes people are still dicks even though they're still good, that's WHY i like them bro.

[josiebelladonna]

i just think of alex’s post yesterday… how many people have completely overlooked his mentioning that he’s jewish (or telling him happy hanukkah when it was two weeks ago). i literally have not seen it yet, but you know it’s a matter of time before the floodgates open on him next. the oldest hatred in the world only needs a few smolders, even if you calculate it all, especially if you calculate it all—as if i’ve witnessed secondhand.

i feel his silence, the fact that he’s been skirting around all of this very carefully and not really coming out and talking about it all (when he and the diaspora are quite literally staring down the shadow of death right now). all he said in response to it was peace on earth… the alex i’ve seen and witnessed in the last few years is opinionated and has big dick energy. he’s not afraid to kick up vitriol. he inspired me to step out of the shadows and open my mouth. so to see him give a generic message like that… i wholly believe in it, too, but it felt so corporate coming out of him. coming out of him, the guy who values authenticity and being yourself.

so, i gently nudged him, and i told him to be vocal—and i realize that i was walking a very fine line when i said that to him, too, given the existence of the analogy of a jewish man having to turn his pockets inside out to prove his innocence. but when you’re staring down the biggest existential threat of your lifetime, you can’t afford to be silent. i’m quite literally seeing how horrible it all is, even as a gentile (yeah, even i’m on the receiving end of antisemitism if you can believe it), but i’m talking about it and amplifying voices anyway, mainly because i realize that it’s not about me and i wouldn’t be the artist i am today without the jews, but also because i’ve been searching for something that i can stand for, something greater than myself (something that doesn’t involve the hoary old fashioned clichés of church and/or family; i walked away from religion a long time ago and i decided i don’t want marriage and children when i was about 18 because i’m just not cut out for either) and i think i found it.

but when it’s your own people, 15-16 million people on planet earth facing the worst imaginable scenario (and apparently he’s had relatives who fell victim in the holocaust, too?), and your lush, sensual voice seems to have faded out a bit, it requires a nudge of sorts. when i was a kid, my parents always told me to hold their hand so i wouldn’t lose them. and it worked: it was to keep me from being afraid of going out.

i feel your fear, alex, and you know, i’m scared, too, this shit is truly the stuff of nightmares to witness—seeing people who you admired spew out some of the most bone-chilling nonsense that you only read about in history class. be vulnerable (like i said yesterday, i want to see men be vulnerable and open with their emotions for the coming year). they’re going to be merciless towards you but you know in your heart that it isn’t true. you aren’t bloodthirsty and you aren’t a hater, whereas they are—yesterday, i unfollowed a horror blog for saying that the only good zionist is one that is [i am literally not going to repeat it], so you know who the real bloodthirsty ones are here. you don’t owe anyone an explanation. hell, no jewish person should ever feel obligated to give an explanation. it should be obvious that your pockets are empty and that jingling noise is your keys.

here… hold my hand so you don’t lose me. i have very soft hands and i’ll try to behave, too.

[wetchickenbreast]

one thing about me is that i hate podcasts. literally hatred and vitriol on planet earth

[demon-jeans]

making the call that the person i dislike for a very petty, personal reason also is kind of annoying in a way. which is still very petty and something i shouldn't express outwardly. and also i am also annoying, in many ways. but so is he! so i can dislike him with a little less self-hatred on my part now. ☺️🌻🌸🌹 judgement and vitriol on planet earth

[cant-blink]

My Gigan’s Backstory

Gigan hardly knew his real parents. He still has memories of them, vague memories deep in his data banks. He knew enough to have imprinted on his own kind; he knows he’s a space-duck.

His Masters, the Nebulans, has taken him from his nest before he was even old enough to leave it. They took him in, fed him, raised him. They took lots of pictures of him, in all his babu floof glory, and made sure to save those photos for future use...

Gigan as a babu was damn near the cutest thing in existence, a cottonball with a face. He would instinctively seek cuddles for warmth and would waddle after anyone he laid eye on, chirping and peeping the entire time. He quickly won the hearts of every Nebulan that came in contact with him, and a great bond was formed between him and his adoptive ‘family’.

But good things don’t last long in my universe and when Gigan began approaching pubescence, he became increasingly more aggressive and violent. Tis a normal part of space-duck development, as the young start to learn how to hunt and fight amongst themselves. 

For Gigan, though, this natural change would become anything BUT natural. His Masters not only placed him in complete isolation in a ready-made enclosure, but also placed a ‘mind-control’ chip in his brain. A weak one, just there to ensure he doesn’t turn that aggression towards them. They deprived him of physical company, but still spoke to him through the chip. Although obviously, the conversations were rather sparse and one-sided. Most of Gigan’s days were spent sleeping or restlessly pacing around the enclosure. His only source of entertainment was when the Nebulans would teach him how to ‘hunt’. Aka, to attack anything that went through The Door. 

The Door was Gigan’s only contact with the outside world beyond his enclosure. The Nebulans would give him whatever he needed through The Door. Food, toys, or (his favorite) live prey to serve as both. He lived like this for many years, until he was a fully-grown adult. Then the Nebulans, his ‘parents’ that he came to look up to, told him that it was time for the Change. He didn’t know what this entailed, but he was excited and ready for this Initiation!

He was put under, and the modifications were made to his body, his senses, his brain. They took his natural weaponry and made them even more deadly by coating them in powerful alien alloys. They gave him power, in the form of lasers, fire, flight, teleportation, and a buzzsaw implanted into his chest. They gave him knowledge in his brain, able to access whatever information he could possibly desire (that they already had on record, of course). And most importantly....

... They downloaded his baby pictures into his memory bank. Just to humble him a bit, remind him of how cute he was.

Gigan was quite overwhelmed at first. His body stayed mostly the same in appearance, but the changes made took some getting used to. After giving him recovery time in his room, this overwhelmed feeling only increased as they FINALLY began letting Gigan out of his enclosure to practice in a training room.

This overwhelmed feeling quickly went out the window when he learned he was going to fly for the first time. He also began learning how to control his powers, and he took to the lessons pretty well. So many new ways to kill his prey, it’s great! He loved every moment of it!

Once he mastered his skills, he was finally allowed to venture into the real world to carry out missions. Much death and destruction was waged at his claws, all in the name of ‘peace’ as the Nebulans called it, and he loved every moment of it. After being confined to his room damn near his entire childhood, it was like he was able to release all that pent-up aggression on something other than his prey. And once it was all over, and his mission was a success, he would retire back in his enclosure and rest. Despite having been a prisoner in there for the longest time, he still took comfort in his nest. 

He was content living with his Masters for a while; he had food and shelter, and a purpose in carrying out whatever missions the Nebulans sent him on. 

But as time went on, he began to find that he wanted something more. He didn't know what he was missing, but something was wrong. There was a need in him, ever since he grew to adulthood, that he couldn't fulfill. It got so bad that just the sight of anything colored gold got him bothered and only agitated his aggression further.

Taking note of Gigan's increasing frustrations and unhappiness, the Nebulans came to the conclusion that he must have a mate. He deserved it and they pulled strings to obtain the finest specimen they could find, only the best for their pet space-duck! Importing the specimen, they let her into his room using The Door, and for the first time since being taken from his parents, Gigan saw another of his own kind. The Nebulans had their hopes up, for the interaction seemed peaceful as the two curiously met. All Gigan had to do was fluff out his feathers, fan his sails, and strut his stuff!

But that never happened. For this bioweapon did not court her and instead tried to force himself on her. It’s typical behavior for male space-ducks without a mate, but to not even try courtship? What's worse, when the female rejected his advances (who did this cyborg asshole think he is?!), Gigan only got increasingly more violent and with his enhanced strength and weaponry, it got real bloody really fast.

So fast, the Nebulans couldn’t even stop it from happening when Gigan killed his potential mate. It was horrified silence from the roaches, as their beloved pet finally found release on the corpse. He continued this until he tired himself out and turned to cannibalizing the remains.

Now that... was not normal.

But maybe the Nebulans did something wrong? Perhaps using The Door triggered Gigan to view her as a toy, as live prey? They tried again, and again, with different locations but with the same results. If anything, Gigan only learned how to keep his toy alive for longer. Kept in isolation most of his life, and trained to choose violence at every opportunity, Gigan had no real social skills among his own kind. His instincts to court and breed like a normal space-duck was severely stunted and the Nebulan’s repeated efforts only really reinforced in Gigan’s psychopathic mind that other creatures existed for his own personal pleasures.

They did come to accept that trying to breed their prized weapon was a lost cause. If anything, they’ll reward him with an opportunity to mate if he does a good job at his missions. Whatever makes him happy.

This arrangement made him very happy, and for a while, he thought he needed nothing more in life.

But one day, was the day something new awakened within Gigan.

It was an unusual mission; the Nebulans wanted him to help them capture a target, alive and unharmed. Their target was another bioweapon, just like him, created by a long-extinct race and flying around the cosmos destroying worlds. That kind of power could be useful, and best of all: it came with a mind-control chip of its own.

His name was Ghidorah. King Ghidorah.

The pictures did not do this dragon justice, as Gigan and the Nebulans tracked down the mind-control chip’s signature, and found the massive asteroid. From it, emerged the three-headed dragon. The GOLDEN three-headed dragon with MASSIVE sails that caught the light beautifully.

Setting his eye on the creature woke something in Gigan, for the very first time. He... He WANTED this creature, all to himself. Alive. And he can have him, once they brought this creature into Nebulan control. That was all the motivation he needed.

The battle was a dangerous one. The dragon’s intentions to kill were obvious, and for once in his life, Gigan had to hold back. He had one goal in mind, to incapacitate the dragon and bring him into Nebulan captivity. A swift and powerful strike to the middle head was all that was needed to finish the job.

The Nebulans went right to work with that mind-control chip. Gigan wanted something else, but was forced to sit out while the dragon was prepared. And when they finally did meet, the dragon spoke not a word to him. He just needed time to adjust, the Nebulans reassured the cyborg. They’ll be spending plenty of time together once their plan was ready to set in motion.

Their first mission was to Earth, to dispose of a creature called Godzilla. Ghidorah apparently already had run-ins on this planet, but was swiftly outnumbered. But now with Gigan at his side, surely the odds will lean in their favor.

And it very well nearly did. Together, Gigan, Ghidorah, and the Nebulans almost killed Godzilla. 

Until...

Something went terribly wrong. All of a sudden, Gigan lost contact with the Nebulans, for the very first time. The mind-control chips in both kaiju was de-activated, and Gigan was left on his own. Unfortunately for Godzilla, Gigan was no innocent victim under the control of malicious aliens. Mind-control or not, he functioned largely of his own accord and he quickly resumed torturing the fuck out of Godzilla.

Even dragging him to Ghidorah’s feet like a proud suitor showing off prey. 

Which Ghidorah promptly rejected and punted the fat Earth lizard away...

That’s okay, it was funny watching Godzilla fly anyway.

However, it quickly became obvious that Ghidorah was no team player and had a great disdain for Gigan. He made little effort to involve himself in the fight, beyond warding off Anguirus’s advances. This hatred even seemed to outweigh his beef with Godzilla as Ghidorah ignored his Earth-side enemy to argue against Gigan. Such vitriol from the dragon for what was an accidental collision- Wait, this wasn’t about Gigan accidentally flying into him. No, Ghidorah was blaming HIM for this whole entire mess?! THE FUCK!! 

This argument costed them the mission, Gigan attempting and failing twice to retreat back to the Nebulan ship. Only when Ghidorah was allowed to retreat did Godzilla finally let the cyborg flee alongside him.

It was a bitter blow to Gigan’s ego; not only was his attempt to impress such a beautiful mate a complete failure, but he never lost a mission so miserably. But things go from bad to worse, when Ghidorah followed him back to the ship and to his horror, proceeded to destroy it. Revenge for keeping him hostage.

It was at that moment Gigan had to choose, between his Masters, who were essentially his parents, or this beautiful dragon that he wanted so badly but whom didn’t seem to return the favor...

He chose his Masters and, despite being injured, he rushed to defend the ship with everything he’s got. Ghidorah seemed reluctant to engage in teeth-to-claw close combat, and when the hydra saw that it would take more than Gravity Beams to keep this cyborg at bay, it was what allowed Gigan to chase him off. The Nebulans were safe...

... For now.

For it was barely over a year later, after yet another failed Earth mission with an ally named Megalon, that Gigan returned to his Masters even more damaged than last time. And that’s when Ghidorah, lying in wait for the perfect opportunity, decided to strike.

The Nebulans were defenseless and a weakened Gigan could do nothing but watch as his Masters were destroyed. His home... The sight of it all was horrific, and yet... somehow beautiful, seeing this dragon’s full destructive power unleashed first-hand. After the carnage, Ghidorah turned to him, regarding him with six blood-red eyes. Gigan was ready to go down fighting, but to his surprise, the dragon turned and flew off into the void. Leaving him alone for the very first time.

His mind-control was lost completely. No orders, no reassurance that everything was okay. Nothing but silence. With everything he’s ever known gone, Gigan knew not what to do. Is this what it feels like to finally leave the nest? Was he ready?

........

Of course he was. His Nebulan ‘parents’ taught him all he needed to know in life, and he went forth to make his own path. He forged his own way, making a living as an assassin and a pirate. He met with old friends, recruiting Megalon into his crew, and made new ones, meeting a grumpy ol’ centipede. He also took those same friends and threw them under the bus when the law finally caught up with them.

He was totally going to come back for them, honest....

His career as an assassin came to an end, however, when the worst day of his life happened. It was like any other, coming to meet those who wanted a job done. However, this turned out to be nothing more than a means to trap the cyborg and put him through another Change...

This one, for the worst, as it completely stripped him of his space-duckness, his feathers gone, his sails tainted red. His new ‘Masters’ wishing to enslave him...

Needless to say, it didn’t end well for them, when they learned the mind-control chip was only ever mild and served more as a means of communication than anything. The Nebulans never needed complete control, like Ghidorah’s mind-control chip was designed for. They had Gigan’s loyalty because they were all he’s ever known. Like hell, he’s letting his freedom go for some no-name low-lives who think they’re hot shit.

Still, the whole experience left its mark. He quit the idea of working as an assassin, and went full-time pirate. Taking out all the anger and frustration on innocent ships, innocent worlds. Stealing their most important resources to sell on the underground space-market. Accumulating riches in the most dishonorable of means.

But every so often, the thought of a dragon would enter his mind. Those gold scales, those massive wings, a complete disregard for life. Everything he could ever want in a mate...

... He would have extra fun with his victims whenever he got that bothered.

Until one day, he decided he was finally going to act on those desires, make those fantasies a reality. He had the tracking information on Ghidorah, he just needed to catch up to him. Not too hard when the dragon would spend so much time destroying any life-bearing worlds he came across.

When he finally did meet his Master’s killer once more, he... didn’t really know what to do from here. His new Final Wars form made him a freak; even if he were to do a proper courtship, he was certain it wouldn’t be successful. Maybe play off his new look like it was an intentional change, something he labeled a “work-in-progress”? 

Would Ghidorah even recognize him?

Turns out, yes, yes he did. Despite Gigan’s attempts at friendly re-introduction, Ghidorah seemed just as hostile towards him as before, making it clear that he was still holding a grudge against the cyborg. But the dragon never really escalated that hatred into an actual fight.

This was something he can work with. 

And he was nothing if not persistent. Unlike all those other females the Nebulans would try to pair him with, this one was special. He wanted him, forever and not just for the night. For that, he knew he had to earn Ghidorah’s forgiveness. Maybe then, the dragon will be willing to give him a chance.

Worst case scenario, he still remembered how to activate that mind-control chip... 

[thecreaturecodex]

Daemonic Harbinger, Hexxus

“Hexxus” © Xavier Ward, accessed at his deviantArt page here

[Commissioned by @menaceomysterio​. They asked for a high ranking Harbinger of Pollution, inspired by Pollution’s role as a Horseman in Good Omens and by Hexxus from Ferngully: The Last Rainforest. After some consideration, I decided to just make Hexxus straight up. So polish off your Tim Curry impressions.

The flavor text here makes reference to the events in the movie, so Hexxus is currently trapped in Ferngully [and if we’re using Pathfinder canon, it’s currently the 1920s on Earth, so he’s going to make a quick break in seventy years and then get trapped again]. But, of course, he could be an active power player in your campaign world, instead of a behind-the-scenes figure. The reference to the Permian extinction in the flavor-text is inspired by a Cthulhu Mythos story I forgot the name of, in which an oil rig discovers that “shoggoths” are in fact oil deposits that remember, and try to recreate, the lifeforms they once were.]

Daemonic Harbinger, Hexxus CR 25 NE Outsider This immense being appears as a humanoid skeleton from the waist up, and a seething mass of ooze below. It wears a mantle of tar like a cape, and an inner fire burns in its ribcage, casting eerie shadows through its bones.

Hexxus The Paragon of Pollution, Toxic Lover Concerns deforestation, extinction, pollution Domains Death, Destruction, Evil, Fire Subdomains Catastrophe, Daemon, Decay*, Smoke Worshipers industrialists, nihilists, poisoners Minions blights, daemons, trench mists Unholy Symbol a black skull dripping with slime Favored Weapon greataxe Obedience Kill an animal or plant, burn its body and inhale the smoke until you begin to cough and choke. Gain a +4 profane bonus on saves against poisons *Clerics of Hexxus can use the Decay subdomain to modify the Death domain.

Hexxus is the Paragon of Pollution, a massive entity made of the compressed corpses of a million lives—oil. His genesis was an extinction event widespread enough to murder an entire ocean of life, and he was released when a second extinction event was triggered by an asteroid impact strong enough to crack the planet’s crust. Although he was born of natural disasters, he has since changed focus. Mortal life is capable of creating death and destruction on that scale in a fraction of the time, and Hexxus stokes the fires of greed to create unsustainable consumption and widespread ecocide.

As to be expected from a spirit of pollution, the Toxic Lover is a terror in combat, combining acid, fire and poison in an overwhelming wave of destruction. All poisons are stronger in his wake, and he is enough of a sadist that Hexxus enjoys watching enemies die slowly of poison rather than simply kill them quickly. If foes are immune to poison, or are capable of resisting its clutches, he traps them in sticky sludge, incinerates them with his fiery breath or desiccates them with horrid wilting. If battlefield mobility is an issue, he assumes the form of a gaseous cloud to soar above the fray and launch spells and sludge.

Despite his hatred of mortal life and devotion to mass death, Hexxus is a being capable of surprising charm. His appeals to greed can often find purchase in the ears of mortals. Hexxus is an excellent singer, and he sings to himself to while away the hours when he is idle. Unsurprisingly however, this charm is a mere façade for his sadism, and Hexxus views all mortal life in the end as disposable tools. This arrogance has been his downfall in the past and he tends to underestimate mortal strengths.

Hexxus is among the most powerful of the daemonic harbingers, and could theoretically pose a threat to the Horsemen and usurp one of their places among the Four. Fortunately for both the status quo of Abaddon and the fate of multiple worlds, he is currently imprisoned. The Paragon of Pollution is held by a powerful binding spell in an ancient rainforest tree on a far-flung planet in the Material Plane. He currently seethes within his prison, using scrying spells to keep tabs on the developments around him and directing his worshipers to find and free him. His influence is still relatively strong, for as long as mortals cut down forests for profit, pump toxins into the air and water, and tear up the soil in search of mineral wealth, Hexxus will never be forgotten.

Hexxus CR 25 XP 1,640,000 NE Gargantuan outsider (daemon, evil, extraplanar) Init +7; Senses darkvision 60 ft., lifesense 120 ft., Perception +40 Aura pernicious poison (60 ft.), unholy (DC 26) Defense AC 41, touch 14, flat-footed 37 (-4 size, +3 Dex, +1 dodge, +27 natural, +4 deflection) hp 585 (30d10+420) Fort +28, Ref +26, Will +25 DR 15/good and epic; Immune acid, charm and compulsion, death effects, disease, fire, poison; Resist cold 30, electricity 30; SR 36 Defensive Abilities adhesive, amorphous, vitriolic mist Offense Speed 50 ft., fly 50 ft. (perfect) in smoke form Melee 2 claws +41 (4d6+15/19-20 plus 4d6 fire), bite +41 (2d8+15 plus 4d6 fire plus poison) Ranged 2 sludge bombs +29 touch (15d6 acid plus entrap) Space 20 ft.; Reach 20 ft. Special Attacks breath weapon (Ref DC 39, every 1d4 rounds, 60 foot cone, 30d6 fire plus poison), engulf (Ref DC 40, 20d6 acid plus poison) entrap (Fort DC 39, hardness 5, hit points 20) Spell-like Abilities CL 25th, concentration +33 Constant—vitriolic mist, unholy aura (self only) At will—arcane sight, blight (DC 22), greater dispel magic, greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs objects only), poison (DC 22) 3/day—acid fog, quickened blight (DC 22), quickened cloudkill (DC 23), disintegrate (DC 24), greater scrying (DC 24), empowered horrid wilting (DC 26) 1/day—greater possession (DC 26), incendiary cloud (DC 26), summon (9th level, 1 daemon of CR 20 or lower, 100%), wail of the banshee (DC 27) Statistics Str 40, Dex 17, Con 39, Int 24, Wis 26, Cha 27 Base Atk +30; CMB +49 (+51 bull rush); CMD 66 (68 vs. bull rush, 70 vs. disarm, cannot be tripped) Feats Awesome Blow, Blind-fight, Combat Reflexes, Critical Focus, Empower SLA (horrid wilting), Exhausting Critical, Fatiguing Critical, Improved Bull Rush, Improved Critical (claw), Improved Vital Strike, Lightning Reflexes, Power Attack, Quicken SLA (blight, cloudkill), Vital Strike Skills Acrobatics +36 (+44 when jumping), Bluff +31, Climb +45, Escape Artist +33, Fly +38, Intimidate +31, Knowledge (arcana) +37, Knowledge (engineering) +37, Knowledge (nature) +40, Knowledge (planes) +40, Perception +40, Perform (sing) +28, Sense Motive +40, Spellcraft +37 Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Infernal, Ignan, telepathy 100 ft. SQ compression, daemonic harbinger traits, herbicide, shift form Ecology Environment any land or underground (Abaddon) Organization unique Treasure standard Special Abilities Adhesive (Ex) A creature striking Hexxus with a manufactured weapon must make a DC 39 Reflex save; failure means the weapon sticks to Hexxus and cannot be used to make attacks until freed. Freeing a stuck weapon requires a successful grapple check. This adhesion grants a +4 racial bonus to CMD against disarm attempts. The save DC is Constitution based. Daemonic Harbinger Traits (Ex/Su) Hexxus is a daemonic harbinger, a powerful unique fiend. This grants him the following traits:

Immunity to acid, charm and compulsion effects, death effects, disease and poison

Resistance to cold,electricity and fire 30

Telepathy 300 ft.

Hexxus’ natural weapons, as well as any weapons he wields, count as evil and epic weapons for the purposes of overcoming damage reduction

Hexxus can grant spells to his worshippers, as detailed in his divine information.

Engulf (Ex) A creature engulfed by Hexxus does not gain the pinned condition and can move normally—such a creature is not in danger of suffocating, but as long as it begins its turn engulfed, it takes the listed damage and is exposed to Hexxus’ poison. Hexxus’ vapors obscure sight as per the spell obscuring mist. The save DC is Strength based. Herbicide (Ex) Poison effects generated by Hexxus are capable of effecting creatures with the plant type. Pernicious Poison Aura (Su) All creatures within 60 feet of Hexxus suffer a -4 penalty to all saving throws against poison, and any poisons they suffer from have their durations increased by two frequency increments. Any attempt to cure the poison with either skill or magic suffer a -4 penalty. Effects that automatically remove a poison, such as heal, must succeed a caster level check equal to Hexxus’ spell resistance or fail to work. Poison (Ex) Contact—bite, breath weapon or engulf; save Fort DC 39; duration 1/round for 10 rounds; damage 1d4 Str, Dex and Con drain; cure 2 consecutive saves. The save DC is Constitution based. Shift Form (Su) As a standard action, Hexxus can transform into a being of smoke, or back into its solid form. In smoke form, Hexxus loses his land speed and gains a fly speed of 50 ft. (perfect maneuverability). It cannot make natural weapon attacks in smoke form and loses the adhesive defensive quality, but can use its breath weapon, spell-like abilities and sludge bombs, and can make engulf attacks. Sludge Bomb (Ex) As a standard action, Hexxus can throw two balls of acidic sludge. Treat these as ranged touch attacks with a range of 60 feet and five range increments. A creature struck by the sludge bomb takes 15d6 acid damage and must save against Hexxus’ entrap attack. Any creature adjacent to this target takes 15 points of acid damage and is entangled for 1d4 rounds—a successful DC 39 Reflex save halves the damage and negates the entangled condition. The save DC is Constitution based.

[gunnerpalace]

You really are delusional aren't ya? Btw latest update says that the voice actors for Byakuya and Ichigo would be on stage with Kubo to present the new project on the ANIME stage ;).

That’s not new news. Your boy already reported that one. Seems you’re not keeping up. Seems you’re also incapable of thinking things through. When Morita Masakazu shows up at KLab, does that mean he’s narrating an audio book for them? When William Shatner shows up at a Star Trek convention, does that mean they’re making a new TV show focused around Kirk? No.Neither of those means such a thing. They’re easy paychecks to cash. Assuming they were would be called “reaching.” Reaching being the core reflex of delusion. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m done being nice to you. I’m done extending even the barest hint of a modicum of civility toward you. I’m tired of it.

So try this on for size: fuck you, you fucking projecting piece of shit.

I’m going to go through this finely and carefully, because I already wrote out my first angry reply to your dumb ass, and I was pretty satisfied with it, only for Tumblr to eat it. So now I’m even angrier at you, you stupid fuck.

Let me say that despite the number of words I am about to spill, and the specific vitriol behind many of them, I know you care. You care more than I do, in fact, because you are here anonymously commenting in my inbox, when you could be doing literally anything else with your wretched and pathetic waste of a life. You care so fucking much you’re willing to go out and waste your time trolling on the internet about dumb anime bullshit. In other words, you are perhaps one step above some peasant on a forum desperately trying to defend Apple, Sony, Microsoft, or some other major corporation, yet you are still about a hundred steps below what is commonly reckoned to be the level of human decency.

Right about now you’re probably thinking, “Haha, you’re getting mad about anime,” and the thing is, I’m really not. I don’t know you, and yet I do know you. I know exactly who you are, and I know exactly what you want.

Human behavior is pretty scalar invariant—that is to say, it looks pretty similar regardless of whether it applies to something big or something small. While yes, we are discussing some dumb anime bullshit on the internet that really doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, your behavior is still readily identifiable. 

You want to live in a delusional little world where you need your ego to be assuaged, your aesthetic preferences to be fulfilled, and your emotional needs to be met, and you do not care for little inconveniences like facts or truth or properly cited sources because all those things get in the way of your feelings and there is absolutely nothing more precious in the universe to you than your feelings, especially feeling right and feeling justified.

You know how I know that? Because you’re not alone. People like you—shitheads like you—are at the core of things like the anti-vaccination movement, or climate change denial, or chemtrail or moon hoax conspiracy theories, or the fucking Flat Earth Society. Shitheads like you voted in assholes like Trump, Johnson, Morrison, Putin, Erdogan, Orban, and Bolsonaro. Shitheads like you nod along sagely at assholes like Xi when they explain the Uighurs just have to be exterminated for the sake of security. Shitheads like you agree with assholes like Stephen Miller, Steve Bannon, Nigel Farage, and Marine Le Pen when they appeal to your worst emotional impulses, and damn the consequences.

And just like the followers and supporters of all those things and people, when you are called out on your behavior, when you are smacked in your stupid fucking face with actual facts and figures and sources, you project. You turn around and you attribute everything you are guilty of engaging in onto the other party as a defensive reaction and paint yourself as a victim.

You are exactly like a Trump voter crowing about corruption while supporting the most corrupt motherfucker to ever hold office in American government. (And no, for this analogy to work, it doesn’t matter if you’re American or not, and I don’t give a damn whether you are or not.) There is actually no difference between your behavior and theirs, it’s just a question of the scale of the matter being discussed.

In other words, to reiterate: you are a piece of shit.

Shitheads like you are not just an annoyance that the rest of us have to deal with. In your willful and self-serving ignorance you enable—you aid and abet—the assholes of the world, be they great and loathsome like Trump or tiny and laughable like Jaymes, and allow them to do what they do. You are the closest thing to a personification of evil that exists in the world because of that. You are the literal bane of civilization. You are a cancer upon the body of humanity.

If our species is to fail, if we are to all go extinct before ever reaching the stars, if we are to rape and pillage our planet to death, it will be because of shitheads like you and what you enable.

You disgust me. It is difficult to capture in words, be they in English or any other language, the contempt in which I hold shitheads like you—and since you are currently filling my awareness even if you are not in my proximity, the contempt in which I hold you in particular. I want you to imagine the most callous and dismissive look that you have ever been given in your life by someone, and I want you to multiply its severity by an order of magnitude so you might have some inkling of the low regard in which I personally hold you. I view you as less than dirt and dogshit on the tread of my boots.

Your sycophantic ass-kissing of some attention-whore white guy on Twitter and your desperate, sorry need to believe that you got exactly what you wanted from a fucking manga when it did the textual equivalent of shitting in your mouth is, in many ways, even more sad and execrable than those masses that desperately need a strongman to lead them or who have perverted and betrayed their so-called values in the name of stability and security, because at least those people chose to compromise themselves and become slaves to movements at a scale that actually meant something. You can’t even meet that low bar.

You are a fucking waste of oxygen. You are beneath hatred. I would tell you not to write even a single word to me again, but I actively encourage it so that I can block you and I am never troubled to read the pained excretions you pretend are cogent language ever again.

Fuck you, you piece of shit.

Fuck you.

[thedevilsrain]

ok update hes a bolsonaro supporter too. insane conclusion to this saga

"green and yellow! blue and white! these are, and will always be, the colors of brazil! congratulations for the bicentenarian anniversary of your independence, brazilian people!"if the usage of nationalist symbols + the photo of people wearing green and yellow behind the flag wasn't enough, the "green and yellow will always be the colors of brazil" is something the brazilian right say to mean "brazil's flag will not become red(communist)". hatred and vitriol on planet earth

THE ZOOTOPIA ABORTION COMIC ARTIST IS BRAZILIAN???!!!