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Insurgency: The Uprising

Summary: A totalitarian regime reigns over a South American country in which the virus is being distributed to its citizens at the pretense of a “cure.” Leon was sent to retrieve a sample of the virus mutation when he stumbled upon a group of anti-government activists whose main goal is to overthrow their government. Will Leon help the cause or will he fall down with the government as well?

Warning: Mentions of mature themes. Read at your own discretion. Slow burn. Age gap (Leon is 38 and reader is 21+). Reader is female.

Word count: 4,750

A/N: this is an idea I had for a book I wanted to write. I love dystopian books and movies so I really wanted to write something like this. This will be a series lol.

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“The relief of giving in to destruction.” - Franz Kafka, Diaries.

“This is an urgent message from the president. This is an urgent message from the president. This is an ur-“

“Hello citizens of Pruye,” the TV warning got interrupted by the screening of a middle aged woman sitting down on a desk. Her suit was black as a flag stood behind her. The colors blue and green with a crest on the far left corner- a serpent. The woman had a brown bob with a few grey hairs. Her eyes were deep brown as her lips remained a bright pink. Her rosy cheeks puffed out the look of exhaustion as she embodied the feeling of a confident and strong leader,

“Today is an important day that all must remember. Tonight, we will launch the cure of all illnesses. The immunity to life. We shall bring peace and harmony all throughout the globe. A change never seen in history… until now.”

“Membario will become the new pharmaceutical phenomena. Our people worked hard for this cure and we shall be the first ones to prove to the world that we, too, can make history. Tonight, you all will be receiving a sample of this cure. Tonight, we will boast in the celebrations of what it feels to be victors! We are proud Pruyanians!”

The TV got turned off by someone, your coworker, “What a bunch of mierda,” Your coworker was an old man, a veteran who served in the war and now worked at where you worked. A canteen right in the middle of downtown Pruye. The streets were made of cement but had plot holes from previous battles.

The Pruyanian government, right before the current president won the election, was peaceful and harmonious in which it allowed citizens to have a voice. After President Mendez took charge, she changed everything.

Streets were patrolled by the Pruyanian soldiers who proved their loyalty to the country. Laws were changed and made to accommodate the president’s demands.

“I just don’t understand why it’s such a big deal, it’s just a drug like opium or morphine,” he continued with a grumpy voice.

“C’mon, Franco. Don’t be a buzzkill. Imagine how rich we can be if we were to sell it to other countries?” Another coworker said, a young woman in her early twenties with dyed hair. Red fiery hair covering what was a previous black raven shade.

Franco snorted as he stared at the TV and then back at the young woman, “Don’t tell me you actually believe her words? She’s manipulating us!”

You sighed and went to clean up a few tables, “You two fight like politicians.”

“Look- I’m just saying is that there are better ways to make a living. I don’t want to work here for the rest of my life,” the young woman replied as she too helped you clean around the canteen.

“Too bad, Esme,” Franco replied as he opened a newspaper and began to read, “Life’s a bitch and you can’t do anything about it.”

Esme raised her brow and looked at you for a brief moment, “He gets old but not his spirit, eh?” She nudged you with her elbow gently.

You stifled a chuckle and shook your head as you went back to the kitchen to clean the used dishes.

It’s always been you three working here. Esme, Franco and you were like family. After President Mendez delivered the order to kill all those who opposed her, your family became a target.

Your brother, around 16 years old, died right before a ceasefire was called. He was with his friends when a group of Pruyanian soldiers appeared and shot him. The cause for the shooting? He defied a soldier and showed insubordination.

Since then you’ve grown resentment to the government- specifically President Mendez.

The ground shook as you were cleaning the dishes. You slowly approached the open door entry along with Franco and Esme, watching as battle tanks drove through the city.

“Coño… what are they doing over here?” Esme asked faintly as she watched the tanks and army pass by. Their uniform blue with the serpent crest embedded on their arm. The red serpent you’ve seen all throughout the city.

“Must be presidential orders,” Franco pointed to a big screen on a tall tower. The tower stood right in the center of the city layout. Its purpose was to guide those who are lost- or maybe it was to show who the powerful ones really were.

You and Esme turned your attention to the big screen, watching as a countdown took place. They were about to distribute the cure to the citizens in 6 hours.

Esme huffed in annoyance and went back to stare at the soldiers pass by. Their boots echoing through the humid streets of Pruye as they held their weapons with a firm grip.

“They’re securing the area…” you whispered as you furrowed your brows. You turned back to look at the screen and listen to what the president had to say, “We will be patrolling the following areas- Pucalara, Miguén, San Jolonia, and San Bandero. Do not be alarmed, this is standard protocol.”

Currently, you were in San Bandero. The heart of Pruye. The soldiers all surrounded the city and held their rifles close to themselves. You watched as the tanks all moved inward, closer to the tower.

“They’re locking us in…” you spoke faintly as you quickly walked back inside the canteen. Esme and Franco exchanged a look as they followed behind you, seemingly confused.

“This isn’t protection like she claims- no. She’s locking us inside the city-“ you frantically said as you got your bag and jacket.

“Y/n, slow down. How do you even know that?” Franco put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

You shook your head as you swung your jacket around your shoulders, “I don’t. But knowing her… she’s hiding something and I don’t want to be here for that.”

You walked out of the canteen and walked down the sidewalk towards where the soldiers were blocking an exit. As you neared them, a soldier held out his rifle and aimed at you as he spoke through his helmet, “Turn back around. You cannot leave the area.”

You raised your hands in the air and took a step forward, resulting in the other soldiers pointing their guns at you, “I said- turn back around! Now!”

With a glare you slowly took steps back as you walked away from them. They weren’t letting people out which meant that they were also not letting people in.

As you walked back to the canteen, you noticed how people began to get out of their houses and grow confused at the soldiers. Why were they blocking the exits and entries of the city?

Right as you were about to walk inside the canteen, shots were fired. You crouched down to the floor and covered your head with your arms as you looked over your shoulder and saw soldiers shooting the civilians with weapons launching at them.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the people with machetes and guns fight each other. The sound of bodies falling down to the floor as well as the blood seeping through their lifeless bodies, staining the cement under them.

Rain began to pour down, making it hard for the soldiers to see through their helmets. You watched as a person stabbed a soldier from behind with their knife but then fall to the ground dead as the soldier behind them shot them in the head.

This was war.

Leon was called to the main office of the organization he was currently working at. Which was for the government. He found himself inside the White House again for some reason.

As he waited inside a room, he couldn’t help but notice how bright and sunny the weather had been lately. Which was a contrast to what he felt. Drained and exhausted.

The door opened gently and two men dressed in expensive suits stepped inside with a file in their hands. They approached where Leon had been sitting and sat on the couch across from him.

“Good news, your request for a getaway vacation has been approved,” one of the men, balding and tired, said as he laid the file on the coffee table between them. Leon leaned forward to pick it up and go through it.

“And the bad news?” Leon asked without glancing at them.

The other cleared his throat before speaking, “You’re being sent to another virus mission.”

Leon looked up from the file to stare at the two men. Another mission about the virus, when will it ever end?

He sighed as he closed the file and leaned back against the couch, “So another zombie apocalypse. Great, just what I fucking needed…” he whispered as he put the file back on the coffee table, “No.”

“No? What do you mean no? This is important, people’s lives are at risk and we can’t-“ Leon quickly interrupted the balding man.

“You can’t save everyone when it comes to this. I’ve seen it many times, why don’t you all just do what you did back in Raccoon City, huh? Bomb them until there’s no trace of the virus,” Leon got up and began to walk towards the door.

“This is different,” the other man said, causing Leon to stop in his tracks. “This isn’t like the virus you’ve seen before… this is much more dangerous.”

Leon turned around to look at the two of them before walking back to sit on the couch. “Go on.”

“Ahem-“ the man continued, “South America. The branch wants you to go over there and retrieve a sample of the virus. That’s all you have to do. Once you give us the sample, we’ll proceed from there and you’ll get your vacation.”

Leon narrowed his eyes at him, growing suspicious of how easy the mission sounds, “You aren’t telling me everything, are you?”

The balding man laughed nervously and readjusted his black tie, “Not per se-“

“There’s a revolution going on in the country of Pruye where you’re being sent to. They mutated the virus’s genetic code into something more dangerous and they’re using it as medicine- I believe you know where this is going,” the other man said.

Leon nodded and kept quiet as the man talked, “The government is planning on distributing this ��medicine’ to other countries but we cannot let them. Your mission is not only to retrieve a sample but to also stop the spread and destroy the evidence of the virus ever existing. You will be given a team- both air and land to help you complete your mission. Your task is not let others know the real reason why you’re there. You are acting as a soldier proving aid to the government. Once you have retrieved the virus sample, we will pull you out of the country and bring you back.”

“This time I’m actually getting help. Nice,” Leon replied sarcastically. It was obvious that Leon wasn’t all too excited about this. He’s been used as a killing machine ever since Raccoon City. He’s been tossed around the globe with expectations of solving everyone’s issues. And he’s tired. He’s 38, he should be worrying about other things other than war and death.

His hands rested on his thighs as he began to stand up from the couch, “When do I leave?”

“First thing in the morning, you’ll be on a private plane provided by the government,” the balding man answered.

Leon nodded before finally walking towards the door and exiting the room. As he walked down the halls of the White House, he wondered what life would be like for him. Is this all he’s ever going to do? Was his life purpose about fighting and killing? He couldn’t wait to retire.

Smoke covered the entire block. Rain poured down harshly against your skin, causing your hair to stick to you like glue. The smell was of gunpowder and metallic blood infiltrated your nose. A vision full of haze as you stood up from being crouched down on the floor.

Blood.

A lot of blood.

They brought tanks and a helicopter. “¡Al suelo!” Someone yelled.

You got down on the floor as an incoming tank shot a building, causing it to crumble down just a few feet away from the canteen. Your eyes widened in horror at the sight.

People screamed- from pain and from the fight. You got up and ran to try and find Franco and Esme. You needed to get them out of here now.

You staggered as you ran towards the canteen. The debris that had fallen over from the building covering the road. You jumped and ducked as soldiers hid behind them and shot at anyone who they deemed a threat.

Panting through the bloodied streets, you had reached the canteen. You heard groaning and some yelling more up ahead.

You didn’t know what took over you but you found yourself running towards that sound. As you approached the yelling, you saw that Esme had been hit by a piece of debris from the collapsed building. Her leg had been squished and she desperately tried to pry the piece off of her. You kneeled down beside her and pushed the debris aside, watching in horror what had happened to her leg.

Her bone broke and penetrated her skin. Snapped in half like a twig. There was blood pooling down her leg. You froze, you didn’t know what to do. You weren’t a medic but you also weren’t heartless enough to leave her.

You took off your jacket and applied it to her wound, hoping you could at least stop the bleeding. She gripped your arm as she let out a bloody scream in pain.

“Estoy aquí- respira. Todo va estar bien-“ you tried to calm her down but she let out another yell, “y/n it hurts- grragh”

Of course it hurt, her bone was poking out of her skin.

“Where’s Franco?” You asked as you tried to get her distracted from the pain.

She didn’t respond and instead pointed to a mountain of rubble. Metal rods and pieces of cement fell down on top of people. You could see limb pieces- arm, legs. But you couldn’t recognize all of them.

Your eyes followed her finger as she pointed to the gore display.

“He’s under there…” she replied weakly and let out another pained scream.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as your heart rate quickened. Slowly standing up, you walked over to the mountain of rubble. “Franco?” You called out in a panicked tone.

Silence.

You hurriedly kneeled in front of the mountain and hastily moved the rubble away. Taking piece by piece as you denied the thoughts scurrying through your head.

Almost immediately, your heart dropped down to your stomach as you recognize the veteran necklace. With shaky hands, you reached for the necklace and took it.

Franco was dead.

Your vision blurred as you held the necklace on your chest. You let out a blood curdling scream as you trembled in horror.

The ground shook as more bombs blew off. Troops stampeded through the streets, their weapons aimed at the citizens of San Bandero.

You went back to Esme and tried to pick her up, “Come on,” you grunted as she leaned her weight on you.

Dragging her alongside you, you managed to walk further away from the city and towards the exit. The soldiers bordering the entry/exit road had been killed and now laid there lifeless. Their uniforms stained with the red tint of what could be assumed was their blood. Maybe it was also someone else’s.

As you managed to get her out of the city, you walked through the dense forest and laid her down on the ground as she leaned against a tree.

“I’m going to get help- stay here and don’t make a single sound-“

“Leave me,” Esme interrupted you. Her gaze defeated and weak as she looked up at you. “I’m only going to slow you down. You need to get out here…”

Your eyes softened at her, “I can’t leave you, Esme. You’re coming with me-“

“For fuck’s sake y/n! Just go!” She cut you off again. She sighed and closed her eyes. “Just go…”

You stared at her in silence, your feet frozen in place.

“Esme…”

“Just go. I’m not going to live, you saw what they were doing to us… please, Y/n… just go…” she rolled her head back against the tree and grunted softly in pain.

You stared at her in silence as you contemplated your next actions.

“Y/n, go to La Séten mountain…” she heaved as she tried to breathe, “There’s- there’s a group of people who can help you, give them this.”

She weakly handed you a piece of paper with writing on it. You took it and put it in your pocket as you nodded shortly.

“I will…” you whispered as you looked into her amber eyes, “I’m sorry, Esme…”

Esme gave you a weak and faint smile, “Don’t be sorry… promise you’ll live… for me…”

You nodded and held her hand as your eyes welled up in tears, “I will.”

You leaned closer to her and gave her forehead a gentle kiss. She closed her eyes and exhaled for the last time in her life.

You stifled a sob as you let go of her hand. You’ve lost Franco and now Esme too.

You walked through the forest, making your way to the mountain Esme mentioned.

“Madam President, the city states have been seized and are under troop surveillance.”

“Wonderful, let the Chief in Command proceed with the plan. We mustn’t delay the delivery.”

“Yes, Madam President,” the female assistant walked out of the President’s office, the same one when the announcement was first made. President Mendez let out a soft hum and stared down at the files in her hands.

“Tonight, we will change lives Doctor Ramirez,” she spoke as Doctor Ramirez walked closer to her desk.

“Yes, we will Madam President and it’s all thanks to your help. Without your sponsorship, we couldn’t have progressed so quickly with our research,” Doctor Ramirez was a tall and lanky man with glasses. His hair was neatly parted at the side and his white coat shielded the suit he was wearing underneath. He exuded wealth and power, much like the President herself.

President Mendez laughed and clapped her hands slowly, “Oh.. Doctor Ramirez, you are too humble.”

“Not all Madam President… not at all,” he replied with a quiet tone. His eyes unreadable.

The path to La Sénte Mountain was a rough one. It’s one of the biggest mountains in San Bandero that has been classified as unreachable. There was an abandoned trail that originally was used for horse riding but ever since the country got ruled over by President Mendez, everything turned industrial.

Trees aligned the rail as the tall grass reached up your shins. It had gotten dark by the time the bombs and the shootings all faded in the background. As you took a step up, you turned back to look at the city that was once your home become occupied by soldiers. The helicopter flashed its light in search for citizens. There was smoke and fire coming out of the city from where you stood.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. With a sigh, you continued your trail up the mountain. Unknown to you that you were being watched by eyes hidden in the grass, trees, and bushes.

Hours passed and it was now some time past midnight. You took a break to catch your breath. Sitting down on a rock, you took out the piece of paper Esme gave you.

It was a small map with the word ‘Insurgents’ on it. The map was a layout of Pruye, it contained information about where each government and army building was located around the coast as well as the center of the country.

You tucked it back into your pocket not before hearing a twig snap. Anxiety quickly coursed through your veins and you got up to leave. Whatever was out there was probably not friendly given the current uprising in the country.

With a force against your feet, you kept climbing up the mountain. Climbing for what felt hours until you saw an orange light emitting from a cave.

Fire. Someone had lit up a camp inside a cave in the mountain.

You gripped the edge of the cave and pulled your body up. As you entered, you were immediately met with guns pointed at you. There were about four men pointing their rifles at you as you climbed up. A woman came up to you and dragged you up by your arm, helping you stand on your feet.

There was a table right in the center of the cave with a lantern. And behind that table stood a woman with a scar across her face. Her eye a different color as the scar ran right through it.

“Hold your weapons,” she raised her hand to stop the men from shooting you. The men took two steps back and slowly lowered their weapons. The woman who helped you up left your side and walked back to where the other woman was standing.

“I assume you were told about us,” she began as she went around the table and walked to stand in front of you. She was taller than you by at least two inches. Her hair was short and black. Her skin tanned and full of freckles.

You nodded and took out the note Esme gave you, “A friend of mine told me to come here.”

The woman took the note and inspected it before giving it to the woman who helped you up.

“Another recruit, Esme was really good at recruiting more people,” she said casually. Your eyes widened, she knew Esme?

“I don’t suppose you know what we do or who we are?” She walked back to the table and motioned for you to follow behind her.

As you neared the table, there were papers scattered around messily. Maps and files with important information. The woman turned to you and took out her hand for a handshake, “Name’s Yanira. Welcome to Insurgents.”

You took her hand and shook it with a firm grip, “Insurgents? What are you guys?”

She let go of your hand and focused back down on the table, “We are an organization looking to overthrow President Mendez from her position. She and her minions have been controlling our land far too long. It’s time we claim back what’s ours.”

An anti-government group. And they’re fighting the Pruyanian government for freedom. You furrowed your brows and stared down at the table as well as Yarina kept speaking, “We need as many people as possible if we want to make this happen. You’ve seen how they treat people back in the city states. Why don’t you join us?”

You looked at her with wide eyes, “What? Why would you want me to join? I don’t even know how to shoot a gun.”

Yarina chuckled softly, “You’ll learn. We’ve got plenty of people who can teach you different things,” she leaned closer to you, “We’ve been preparing for this moment. All we need is more help. And you- I have a feeling you can help us big time,” she whispered and then leaned away.

She focused back on the table and continued discussing whatever it was that she was talking to the other people.

Join them? You can help them? Up until now you were just a girl working in a canteen living paycheck to paycheck. And now everything turned upside down. The army has taken control of four city states and you’ve lost more people.

It was no lie that a war was coming but to actually partake in it was terrifying, at least to you. But witnessing how everyone seemed to have the spirit and the faith that everything will work out in their favor is beginning to persuade you.

What more do you have to lose? You’ve lost your family and now your friends. It’s time to fight back for what was once yours.

“Okay,” you nodded slowly and looked at Yarina.

“I’ll join you.”

Yarina smiled brightly and hung an arm around your shoulders, celebrating with the other insurgents.

It all felt so overwhelming yet so real. This was happening and there was no turning back.

“Okay, here’s everything you need to know so far,” Yarina pointed to the map.

“The coast has been guarded up by the navy army of Pruye. President Mendez sent out an order to not let anyone in or out of the country. The ports have been closed and the soldiers are patrolling the beach.”

She then pointed to the center of Pruye, right on San Bandero, “San Bandero has become the military center of the country and is where most of the soldiers have been patrolling. This is where their control comes from. If we can target and destroy their center from this point then we have a chance at liberating the other city states.”

You furrowed your brows, “It’s not easy. I’ve seen what they brought. Tanks and helicopters. Are you sure you want to target them first? What about the civilians?”

Yarina let out a soft exhale, “We can perform an underground evacuation- some of our soldiers will go in the sewers and take people out of the city towards the forest. Once the people have been evacuated, we will proceed and attack the main tower.” She then pointed to a tall building colored in red right in the middle of the map.

“This is where most of the military controls the country. If we can hijack and steal their data, then we can convince the rest of the country to join us. And we can also delay the soldiers from terrorizing other city states.”

She already had a plan for everything. No wonder Esme knew about this. If this group was this good then that means that there’s hope for liberation.

“Okay…” you began slowly, “What do you need me to do?”

“You, my friend, have a special mission,” she slid a piece of paper your way.

“The United States will send some troops over here to aid President Mendez. I want you to go back to San Bandero with a few of my people and infiltrate their meeting location,” her finger pointed to another building on the map, “This place is called La Fundación de Membario. It is heavily guarded by soldiers. The place is where President Mendez is currently staying at. She’s going to personally welcome the Americans and give them a run down of what Pruye has been up to. She’ll most likely tell them about us and knowing her-“ her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she stared at you.

“She’ll want the Americans to target us.”

You pinched your brows together and looked back down at the files of the American soldiers that were expected to come, “But why is the U.S. sending their military over here?”

“Because President Mendez sent an emergency alert to their President. She declared her country was threatened by us and needed backup. So, the U.S. playing God in all wars- decided to send their people over here to control us.”

You looked up at her from the files as she spoke again, “But you know what I think? I think they don’t stand a chance against us. We know the country better than anyone. They’ll die right before they can touch land,” she replied quietly.

She sounded like she wasn’t lying. It was a promise to herself and to the people of Pruye.

“When do I start?” You asked after putting the files back down on the table.

“Tomorrow morning. You can stay at our camp and we’ll teach you the basics. For now, you should rest. We’ve a long day tomorrow,” she patted your shoulder and walked deeper into the cave. The other insurgents gave you a look and some gave you a firm nod as they followed their leader.

You exhaled shakily as you looked out the cave. From now on, you were a soldier. No longer the girl working in a canteen. That life was long gone.

You were now part of the Revolution.

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soaps-mohawk · 7 months ago

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anon said “don’t write if u have bad mental health” like the greatest artists and writers across history didn’t have horrible mental health too lmfao. you’ve heard it all day but i gotta reiterate, FUCK them. hard cover published writers take months to form chapters and you’re bussing out a new one every week, and lest we all forget, on occasion more than that. you should take a 2 week break in protest, this is me tempting you. Ur doing amazing, can’t wait to see more simon 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Right 😭 Literally from this study on creativity and mental health, Vincent Van Gogh, Franz Kafka, Edward Munch, Ernest Hemingway, Friedrich Nietzsche, Charles Darwin, Fyodor Dostoievsky, Sylvia Plath, and many others had known mental health issues. Like...honestly I think creators with mental health issues write better than "neurotypicals" anyway. We have a unique view on the world and I think that gives us more depth compared to others. Not that neurotypicals can't emulate that, but I think it feels more genuine coming from neurodivergent folks.

Anyway, you're absolutely right. I finished a novel last year that had been release two years prior, and the sequel still hadn't been released by the time I read it. I used this example in a different response to someone else, but George RR Martin?? It's been over ten years and we still haven't gotten the next ASOIAF book, and he hasn't even really given a reason as to why (not that he should have to). But god forbid a person with mental health issues that's been in a crisis for a few days take an extra week to finish a chapter on a story they're providing FOR FREE. If you're that pressed about someone taking their time with something, don't read in progress works. Save it until it's finished. Read only published novels that are either completed series, or aren't part of a series. Don't come bitching to someone writing as a hobby about how they take too long to release chapters. You just look like an asshole and an idiot 🤷

Honestly I considered doing that. Being petty and taking even longer just because. Idk what next week will be like. I've been feeling a little better these last couple days but who knows what will happen? I might need an extra week. I know my real fans will support me no matter how long it takes. 💚

#y'all have been so sweet today #answered #queue 06

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aspiritdrawings · 7 months ago

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Introduction🪽

Basic info:

☆ you can call me Claire!

☆ im a minor

☆ im okay with any pronouns, questioning my gender but im not cis

☆ im lesbian, not completely sure but i know im at least sapphic. I may also demiromantic

☆ im italian and currently live in italy

☆ i can speak italian, english and some spanish

☆ Autistic (diagnosed with high functioning autism)

☆I have alexithymia

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♥︎ ill mainly post art, since im an artist!

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♥︎ memes

♥︎ fanfics

♥︎Silly shitposts

♥︎Theories about my hyperfixations

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☆ Madoka Magica

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☆ Ranfren (kinda...?)

☆ Watamote

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☆ serial experiments Lain

☆ Radiohead

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☆ Religion (im agnostic, but its so interesting!)

☆ Franz Kafka

☆but im a cheerleader

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☆ Ride The Cyclone

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♪ Kaworu Nagisa (my number 1 kin, hes me, im him)

♪ Sayaka Miki (also one of my number 1 kins)

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divkazkdovikde · 1 year ago

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(autumn in the city, random photos from the last few weeks)

saturday, 21. october 2023

i’m home, came back for the weekend to my hometown after a few weeks, to recharge batteries a bit, (to wash my laundry, since we still don’t have a washer at the flat), to breathe the clean air of the countryside for a change, to have a quiet night and a dreamless sleep

because i had a rough week or so, and it got bad in my head, i need to write down a few of the good things,

events:

catch-ups with my friends over the weeks: the boys, anna, jakub, terezie, karolina

5sos concert (12.10) (the best concert ever) (they were absolutely amazing and i’m so glad i impulsively bought the ticket)

signal festival prague (14.10) (so cool, met new people)

louis tomlinson concert (19.10) (he played chicago? oh my god?!) (still not over it) (the best concert ever, emotionally)

things i’ve treated myself with:

ring and earings at vietnamese sapa market (so pretty!)

five new books (i’m supposed to be on a book buying ban, but eh, ehmmm), the picture of dorian gray and selected plays by oscar wilde, diaries and the complete stories by franz kafka, and lastly, on the road by jack kerouac

salmon slices on sale (yummy)

steak tartare (tataráček) and beer at the pub near our flat with my flatmate after a long monday (the czech aesthetic, you wouldn’t get it)

bought me a louis tomlinson merch tshirt at the concert (so cool, my little bro approved)

fluffy scarf

honorable mentions:

my mate nomi, love her for always being down to skipping useless classes with me (it’s always like “u wanna skip?” “do u even have to ask?”) (or texting “not going to the first class, hold me a seat for the next one?” “not going either” “lmao nice”)

the phonecall with my little brother, when i helped him fry an onion for meat dumplings and he still buggered it at first, and before he finally managed it, i catched a bus from public laundry, had a 10’ ride, then walked to the flat, and even managed to hang the wet laundry (made my day, truly)

my flatmate kaja, for being my partner in crime, our texts when we’re only in the next room, our late night coffees at the kitchen, and for our understanding for each other because we’re the same mentally ill bitches

the one spliff with my best friend, dunno what we put in it other than normal, but it was goodah

fics i need to recommend because holy fuck:

written on the heart by who_la_hoop

pathological people pleaser by rweoutofthewoods

(and basically whatever fic those two wrote)

current songs on the loop:

ghost of you and take my hand by 5sos

quick reminder: to take care of yourself, to talk about your feelings, to try to enjoy the moments even when you’re not feeling great, to always try to get up from the bet in the morning, because it’s worth it, you’re worth it. and it’s hard, but it’s okay to struggle, you’re not alone.

also feel free to slide into my asks!

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radio-charlie · 1 month ago

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Let me guess ya. The day you got really into all this shit, you made yourself a cup of floral herbal tea. A fancy brand that you'd bought on a whim one day on your way back from work. You'd been saving it for a special occasion but today you feel like a new woman and so you want to treat yourself a little. You hover your face over the steaming cup a bit and really let yourself breathe. Amidst all the worries about Where You Are Going In Life and whether you will ever find The One and whether the job you have Really Lets You Be Yourself you take a long, long sip. It tastes good. It tastes of the Earth. Nature, authenticity, beauty. Real beauty, not guys with pink beards and mannish fat women guffawing at bars.

There's this person you follow on social media. She wears a lot of beautiful clothes that evoke a feeling of the Old World. You think of your grandparents and somehow cannot remember the strained glances across the dinner table, the pregnant silences that made all conversation feel ever smaller, ever more fragile. You only remember that your grandmother had her place and your grandfather had his and so it was all so beautiful and simple. She was the angel of the hearth, he was the protector of the home. She washed beautiful ripe tomatoes that glistened under the tap water in the afternoon light. Earth, Nature, authenticity.

The stupid idiot bitch in dresses on your social media is talking about vintage films, fragrances, Sylvia Plath, Franz Kafka, any number of neo-Hellenistic concepts, and makes a lot of soup and pasta. Stuff about healthy masculinity and healthy femininity begin to pop up on your FYP. Something in you is reborn anew.

You Google how much it would cost to raise your own chickens off the grid and fall asleep with a sigh.

Cannot stand how much of the 'folksy wisdom being little more than a present-day vehicle for severely reactionary thinking' psyop has succeeded. Sorry la you're a directionless career woman in your 20s or 30s and you want something that roots you in a more authentic, sensuous world where your animal body is free to love what it loves and so you say shit like, my abuela always told me not to trust a man with his eyes set close together and she was right. No she was not. You're a retard and your abuela was a fucking idiot.

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bulletnotestudies · 3 years ago

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Winter is here and it's time for our Winter Reading Challenge book recommendations ❆

for each prompt, we’re bringing 4 books into the spotlight, as well as giving you some additional recs because we simply couldn’t settle for just four great reads!

Investigations of a Dog by Franz Kafka

'If I think about it, and I have the time and inclination and capacity to do so, we dogs are an odd lot.' How does a dog see the world? How do any of us? In this playful and enigmatic story of a canine philosopher, Kafka explores the limits of knowledge.

The Veldt by Ray Bradbury

A science fiction short story about a family that has trouble with their technologically advanced house. As the parents are getting more worried about the nursery - a virtual reality room- their children are getting more and more attached to it. (blurb by our wonderful @fluencylevelfrench)

The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green

A collection of essays by John Green, in which he reviews select topics from the human-centered anthropocene on a five star scale, connecting each of them to his own life as a sort of autobiography. (blurb by our amazing @tungumalaast)

In Praise of Shadows by Jun'ichirō Tanizaki

Tanizaki offers an ode to Japanese aestheticism. A stream of thoughts with elegant prose, jumping from architecture to dinner plates, from busy streets to dark alcoves, from black lacquer to bright eyes, redefining the beauty of shadows. (blurb by our brilliant @smallfrenchstudyblr)

ADDITIONAL RECS BELOW THE CUT:

The Cask of Amontillado (Edgar Allan Poe)

The Turn of the Screw (Henry James)

The Sadeian Woman (Angela Carter)

The Birds (Daphne Du Maurier)

The Breakthrough (Daphne Du Maurier)

Empress Of Salt And Fortune (Nghi Vo)

No One Is Too Small to Make a Difference (Greta Thunberg)

Whose Story is This (Rebecca Solnit)

Bitch Doctrine (Laurie Penny)

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knoxmares · 2 years ago

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I’ve been taking care of myself dw^^

I get it sometimes shitty things happen and it sucks , if you wanna talk about anything my dms are always open just so you know :) , maybe not me cuse idk but talking about it to someone you’re more comfortable with might just help

Ohhh that’s pretty cool happy birthday to her 🤩 , can’t relate cuse im the youngest in the family ☹️ , but how does it feel like to have a younger sibling 🤔

Also you have tattoos 😯 that’s nice :> , I’ve always wanted one but my dad says I’ll regret it and didn’t allow me , but he did say that if I’m 21 and still wanted one then i can do what i want , so i just gotta wait now ;p

btw what’s the shape of the new tattoo your planning to get?? And what’s the one you already have?

whew this reply is long so i’m putting it under the cut !

i appreciate the offer love, but dw i do have people i talk about it with ! it’s just one of those shitty things that has long term effects yk? so some times are just harder than others~

awww you’re the youngest? that has its perks ! i promise you my sister will still be quick to use that card even tho she’s equally happy to call herself an adult now.

having a younger sibling is fun then annoying then fun again ( it’s mostly fun i promise ). i mean we’re besties even tho i have to step into the parent role a lot but it’s nice to be the first person she comes to when something big happens in her life good or bad.

and specifically as an older sibling i think it’s cool to see the way you influence them. like how they come to love movies, music, books etc that you’ve introduced them to. or how she just asks my opinion on trivial things. idk i just think it’s a relationship that gets even better into adulthood, so i’m glad i’m close with her :))

yeah i get it. my family is against tattoos too, so i put off getting them for a bit and have ones that i can hide if i gotta. ig that will just give you more time to save money and then you can just get them back to back ! do you have ones you know you already want?

i have 3 tattoos rn. my first tattoo was a bee on my ankle. i was /that/ save the bees bitch still care about the bees but i don’t make it a whole facet of my personality anymore lmao and then my other two go together. i got these two drawings by franz kafka on the back of my arms

but now it’s time for a silly & semi-slutty tattoo ! i’m going to get a pair of those plastic vampire teeth on my thigh^^

#i’ll be more active again soon i promise :((#replies ☆ ray !

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booty-uprooter · 3 years ago

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every new thing I learn about Franz Kafka seems only to provide further proof that he was the most dramatic bitch to ever live

#franz kafka #kafka #zack's random nonsense

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years ago

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STORMMM!!!! I love all of the stuff you've given about your Mc so far. Thank you for feeding meee. I have a few more questions though!!!!

1. What hobbies does your Mc have?

2. What do she and Lucifer do together when they have time/when they're busy

3. Pet peeves?! (Not just of lucifer but all the brothers)

4. (Bc im a thirsty bitch and I love your Mc pairing) can you do a smut alphabet with StormxLucifer sometime? 😶😶😶 i would also love to see self-insert fics eventually but obviously you don't gotta do that.

Love you bb 😍

Lmfao welcome back Sarah! I love how interested you are in my Mc 🤣🤣

I will do a smut alphabet sometime in the future for a request if you'd like. But I'll answer your other questions now! (Ps: luv u 2 boo 😚)

Storm's solo Hobbies

Storm really really really loves to read. This is part of the reason why her and Satan get along so well. She loves reading books on philosophy, horror stories, fan fiction from her favorite shows/movies, graphic novels/comic books...pretty much anything she can get her hands on. Her favorite books/stories are The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, Under the Dome by Stephen King, and The Pendulum by Edgar Allen Poe.

Storm really loves to sing, but she often does so in private because she gets too nervous in front of others. Lucifer actually caught her singing in the shower once, and now has her sing for him from time to time because he loved her voice so much. He's the only one she will voluntarily/knowingly sing in front of unless she is very intoxicated

Storm really loves to paint. She typically doesn't have a purpose in mind when she puts her paint to paper, but often times she is influenced by strong emotions. A lot of her works are very abstract and she doesn't share them with anyone really. She keeps them in a file organizer in her room. I have a feeling someday someone may find them though. Lol

Storm is a big fan of interpretive, exotic, and pole dancing. She moves very gracefully and finds the intense emotional movements relaxing. She absolutely refuses to do these in front of others because she'd sooner die of embarrassment but sometimes Mammon, Lucifer, or Levi will sneak in to the work-out room to watch her.

Storm also likes to write poetry. Usually this is how she gets her anger out and is able to remain so calm lol.

She likes doing some other stuff too (cooking, listening to music, going on nature walks/hikes, stargazing) but the ones above are her go-tos.

Lucifer & Storm's hobbies

Going to plays/musicals/shows/operas. Thats one of their favorite things to do with each other. Lucifer loves having an excuse to get Storm all dressed up in fancy clothes and show her off in addition to watching her so thoroughly enjoy the plot of a show, and Storm loves the theater!

Fancy dinner dates. Lucifer likes this one for the same reason as above, plus he just likes to spoil Storm to no end. She feels guilty about how expensive the things Lucifer does with her are at first, but he does tone it down when she expresses her discomfort with him spending so much on her (despite the fact that he can absolutely afford it and takes no issue with treating her like a queen)

Stargazing! Storm especially loves this one. The skies in Devildom are so interesting to her, and the various different constellations that litter the sky are very pretty. Lucifer likes this one as well, as it gives them some peace and quiet away from his brothers, and also an excuse for him to cuddle her (as if he needed one though lol)

Rock concerts. Storm really abhors loud noises normally because they often trigger headaches and exacerbate her tinnitus, but concerts are the one exception she is willing to make to that rule. She LOVES going to rock shows. They don't have to be in huge arenas, but she isn't opposed to that either. She may bring a set of ear plugs just in case the sound gets overwhelming, but usually shes fine! Lucifer at first sees this as a little barbaric (especially considering the first concert she took him to was fucking Korn), but it grows on him- especially when he sees how happy she is. He even begins to adopt her music tastes a bit and will stock his music library with music she enjoys. This is a thing they doo a bit more sparingly because of the noise issue- but they try to go to them at least once every couple months or so.

When they don't have much free time, they often just play a round of chess or cribbage, listen to music together while snuggling by the fire, or going a short walk with Cerberus.

Pet peeves

Lucifer: How he treats his brothers really pisses her off lol. Especially Mammon. She will put her foot down with him and often stand up for them when she feels he is being unreasonable. While Lucifer very clearly serves as the Paternal family figure, she serves as the Maternal side for his brothers...so they do listen to her when she tells them to do something/to stop doing something. Plus, she's got the power of the pacts. She will lessen the stress on Lucifer by helping keep them in line without violence and his behavior will change when she tells him how much it upsets her. Mammon may still be strung up from the ceiling from time to time, and someone may go without dinner here and there, but the punishments are way less harsh than they used to be- and the added fear of disappointing mama Storm helps alter their behavior- at least somewhat. (That's not to say there aren't still ridiculous antics that go on though. Lol)

Mammon: It really gets under her skin when he calls her worthless- even if he doesn't mean it (which he never does). It just brings up a lot of her insecurities whenever he says it, and reminds her of past abusive situations where the word was used to describe her. She doesn't mind most of the rest of his insults, and after she talks to him about it, he does it way less- but sometimes it still slips out. He is always immediately apologizing when it does though.

Levi: The yoda voice. At first she thought it was cute...and then he just...wouldn't stop...God...please make it stop.

Satan: The way he dresses. Like me in real life, I Hc that storm has pretty significant OCD traits. She primarily experiences contamination, order, and symmetry obsessions, and the way he wears his jackets trigger it SO HARD. like, she is aware that this is not his fault, and its for her to come to grips with, but she can't help but find that right eye start to twitch when she looks at his clothing for too long. She is trying her best to overcome it, because she really does love Satan a lot and he is one of the brothers she is closest too...but when he starts wearing his human world attire? Boy look out...

Asmo: Hugging her without permission- especially when he runs up on her unexpectedly. God she hates this SO MUCH. She has a very, very sensitive startle response as a result of her trauma, and the first time he does this she damn near has a panic attack. This is mostly from past trauma, but she tries to grit her teeth through it because he is always so genuinely happy to see her. After Lucifer gets her to finally start enforcing her boundaries, she will tell him how much it bothers her and he will do his best to stop. It takes awhile for him to actually commit it to memory, but he doesn't like making her uncomfortable so he will stop.

Beel: Talking with his mouth full. Look, Beel is always hungry, so he's always eating. But sometimes he gets a little too excited to spend time with Storm, so he tries to kill two birds with one stone by talking to her while he is eating. And this absolutely grinds her gears. She will politely remind him to wait to talk until he's done eating when it happens, but Beel will always forget.

Belphie: Falling asleep on her while she's talking. She knows that sloth is his sin, but it really irks her when she is in the middle of a conversation, or trying to ask for his advice on something, and he just zonks the fuck out. She won't dwell on it for too long because he is just so damn cute when he's asleep, but fuck if it doesn't drive her nuts.

Diavolo: Pushing work onto Lucifer last minute. Come on now, they had a date planned!! And hes just NOW remembering he needed that report by tomorrow morning that was originally not needed until Friday? Ugh.

Barbatos: When he brings up stuff about her past in conversation that she doesn't know that he knows about. Barbatos often forgets his foresight abilities and will often mention something casually in conversation about Storm's past or ask her a question about something from her past. Bonus irritation if it has something to do with her trauma or something super embarrassing.

Simeon: Overall, Storm doesn't have many qualms with Simeon...and that's the problem. Her pet peeve for him is that he's perfect...too perfect. She hates that her mind always wanders to what terrible thing is hiding underneath his lovely exterior. She gets so annoyed at how suspicious it makes her because she cannot believe someone is genuinely this loveable and pure.

Luke: When he tries to force-feed her his sweets. Again- like me- Storm has an eating disorder and struggles with her body image. She especially has a hard time with sweets and Luke will often relentlessly beg her to try what he makes, even going so far as to shove whatever it is in her mouth. She has a really hard time saying no to people, especially if they continue pestering her after the first no. And Luke will just keep giving her sweet after sweet until she feels terrible. Sometimes it could trigger a purge, but she knows he doesn't intend for that. Because he is so young, she just grits her teeth through it. Eventually, Lucifer gets involved and requests for him to stop if she tells him no, or just save something for her to try when she feels up to it. And he does listen!

Solomon: When he tries flirting with her. Storm does not care much for Solomon, mostly because he ticks her boxes for most of her pet peeves (he acts like he knows everything, he talks down to her, he's manipulative, etc), but the worst thing he does that she HATES is when he tries to flirt with her. He does it because he knows it gets under Lucifer's skin, and he likes seeing her get flustered. She tries so hard not to give him the reaction he wants, but fuck if it isn't damn near impossible- especially when he makes a crass sexual joke about her. Eventually she will get him to stop when she sobs to Simeon telling him how triggering it is for her past sexual trauma and Simeon relays this to him and scolds him for not listening the first 80 times she told him to stop, but she still never really feels comfortable around him alone after that.

#ask #my mc #obey me mc #headcannons

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christmasintheloonybin · 2 years ago

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ex gf YEARS AND YEARS ago she found this David Tibet x Franz Kafka shirt and it stuck out to me what is the fucking connection. she was really into Kafka and I guess thought I was really into Kafka she posted some shit on tumblr after we broke up, or she broke up w me, like "Kafka will always make me think of you" wilted roses, bitch I read the metamorphosis and that's IT. lol.

anyways after we broke up I became friends with this guy who makes bootleg shirts, still a very very dear friend of mine, and it turns out he made the Franz Kafka David Tibet shirt, pure coincidence that we met, talking about mishima actually lol, and I asked him what does it mean what is the connection there and he said "I just like both of them." lol.

as said we shared an interest in mishima and he did a run of Death in june x Mishima shirts and I still have mine from all these years ago. he later reprinted them as just mishima shirts no death in june because he got a cease and desist or something lol, and my ex gf from all these years ago posted about it on her fucking Instagram story. it was so weird. so I told her all about it how wild etc. it's weird talking to her now it makes me want to kill myself I mean we don't talk at all she's like practically offline completely, or using new accounts on shit. because she's probably the most interesting person I've ever met in my life. I mean she was so strange not edgy or particularly mentally ill or anything just fucking bizarre. we talk and I'd just be lost I mean like I have no fucking clue what you're talking about. she was cool, I was always trying to impress her. I was super torn up about her breaking up with me like three years ago lol, but later learned her new boyfriend, still together, is ugly as sin he is unfortunate looking so that sort of cured me. if he had been hot I probably would have actually killed myself.

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ash-etherwood · 7 years ago

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ehhhh im still rewriting this story and it'll just be some kind of 20k words intro to a way longer story that I wont continue because im lazy. (---: heres the three main characters I love them very much. they're english and im still debatin if I wanna put them in the same universe as the UNMO-guys .... it's kinda supernatural after all. (just a heads up theyre all dating)

Jack - 22 years old, almost homeless, almost jobless, lives in a small inn's basement and cleans the toilets for a living - very pansexual and everyone is his type, sadly - that's probably not his real name, nobody in real life is called jack after all (- way hotter then he was supposed to be) - kinda an alcoholic but too broke to spend anymore money on booze (and cigarettes) - remarkably bottom - wants to look edgy and like a bad boy but is actally just an awkward bitch - casually overshares in the worst possible situations - more or less accidentally killed a guy once and has been on the run since - fucking terrified of straight fuckboys - hairy - tragic backstory: abusive, homophobic dad and psychic powers that are actived by panic attacks - sometimes purposefully triggers himself to use telekinesis which fucks up his psyche pretty badly - was a fullout esper in his childhood but most of his former powers haven't shown in the past few years and he just believes he lost them - does only have ONE pair of normal jeans, the rest is sweatpants - can also talk to ghosts, but needs very special circumstances for that and usually doesn't even remember what these are - just wants an aesthetic apartment with a glass roof and a cute s/o and enough money to stay alive - wants to eat Nick's peach chapstick

Aleska Marie Heidenreich - 24 years old, polish/german/jewish mixed, actually straight for once - had straight a's in school, now studies physics (because it's smart) and literature (because it's her passion) and works part time as a waitress in some fancy expensive confectionery-café - likes baking complicated stuff and gets better at this - despite that she eats like a starving horse and should not be brought to fancy dinners; also likes to eat A LOT, is the type of girl who will empty a bucket of ice cream after a breakup (or just for fun), but only gets chubby around the hips in those phases - also dances since she was 11 and is REALLY good at it (she and her group won several prizes in her teen years) - usually seen listening to hip hop and reading kafka curled up on her couch - can never decide if she wants to look girly-sexy or sloppy-90's-grunge-skatergirl - unironically drinks tomato juice and her fave cocktail is bloody mary - horrible chain smoker, tries to quit about once a week but always fails wich leads to some kind of yoyo-effect where she will only smoke one or two cigarettes on one day and five or six on another - the darker her eye make up, the better her feeling - currently on the run from her abusive boyfriend matt who she was about to break up with when he finally snapped and hit her. still debates if she wants to go back to him or leave him for good. - no superhuman powers whatsoever and just kinda has to roll with her weird new friends

Nicholas 'Nick' Crawford - 26 years old, very tall, also very pan - came from a pretty well off family and got the full program of learning to play the piano as a child and having private classes on manners and social etiquette and all that shit - a witch with several crow familiars who are all named after kafka-protagonists (franz, karl, josef and gregor) frequently bonds with aleska over that - his appartment is full of plants and smells like a mix between a perfumery and a secret weed hideout - casually uses his knowledge about plants, herbs and potions to grow weed probably - very good with animals, complete with the "oh wow she usually doesn't like strangers!" trope - only very rarely seen not smiling at all, even if it's just a tiny smile, has a resting nice face - everything he says sounds like flirting and he is just charismatic as fuck - when he has money he wears big hats, pointy leather shoes and big glasses like some kind of gay witch; when he's broke he just runs around like a private detective in a beige trenchcoat - has horribly dry, chapped lips that often bleed and carries peach chapstick with him because of that all the time (peach is also his favourite smell and colour) - only recently came to town to look for someone there who might help him with a few old spellbooks but he seems to have forgotten about that already - basically has sympathy for EVERYONE and can't help but help people if he notices the need, even if he has better things to do, and most of the time that kindness backfires horribly

#ref drawing #sketch #i dont know what to tag this as this shit doesn't have a prper name yet #i just called it #psychic peeps :-D #the hurt

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void-flesh · 7 years ago

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50mg Tramadol Ohh golly that hurts Gee wiz golly golly that hurts Goody Proctor is a punk ass bitch that hurts I was born just after the AIDS crisis I learned about it like it was history Not Good fucking golly that hurts The reality Of my parents young adulthood Did ya prove your point did’ja? Did’ja kill them really good did’ja? I think Sweet Moses that hurts of your son When I look at little boys on the subway When I look at little boys and think of their futures And I know That you know Naboo Handmaidens that hurts I was somebody’s daughter I think of your son And I hope When he’s 20 Franz Kafka you paranoid fucker That hurts He’s a better man than you are I think of your son I think of my daughter My wife A girlfriend A lover Who will all get to know you In the damage you’ve done me I am 20. I think of your son Hail Mary that hurts. I pray for his mother.

Matilda Sabal

#I found out today im getting this published! in white ash literary magazine #im so excited you guys

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evilelitest2 · 8 years ago

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100 Days of Trump: Season 3

Ok, welcome back to 100 days of Trump Season 3, we are almost done with this monster. Trying to explain why 2016 turned out the way it did in 100 recommendations of various works. Check out everything I recommend, and you will have a greater understanding of why the Anglo world went entirely fucking insane. 76 days into Trump’s administration and..remarkably little has happened, turns out incompetence is the closest thing to a savior we have in these dark times. Cause honestly, I feel like I’ve been more productive recommending stuff to you guys than Trump has been as you know...president. In a world gone mad, madness is our only respite. Check it out.

OH fun fact, in all of these posts I’ve made about how the Right is terrible, the one they threw a bitch fit about was...Fallout New Vegas, cause I was too mean to the Legion. I am dead serious.

100 Days of Trump, Understanding what happened in 2016

1) Assassins Understanding Trump populism

2) M by Fritz Lang Understanding fascism

3) It Happened Here Understanding Collaboration

4) City of Life and Death, Understanding military atrocities

5) Taxi Driver, understanding MRAs

6) Pink Floyd’s the Wall, the Psychological Appeal of Fascism

7) Conspiracy, how Fascists force their will o others

8) Maus, about how existing bigotry makes fascism possible.

9) Pan’s Labyrinth about the danger of letting roles subsume you.

10) Breaking Bad, summing up the Obama/Trump voter mindset

11) To Kill a Mockingbird, about the foundations that make bigotry possible.

12) All The President’s Men, about what the 4th estate is suppose to do.

13) 1776, about what America’s founding actually stood for

14) Protagonist, about the pattern of insecurity leading to radicalism

15) The Russians are Coming, about the appeal of an imaginary enemy

16) Stalag 17, how not to respond when there actually is a spy trying to fuck you over.

17) A Series of Unfortunate Events, about the normalization of evil and how to deal with it.

18) The Godfather (Part 1 and Part 2), about the Client Patron relationship, immigration in America, and how the Mob resembles American capitalism

19) The Social Network about the libertarian nerdbro culture which helps Trump even as he destroys them.

20) The Last King Scotland, on the Appeal of Authoritarianism

21) Dr. Strangelove: Why Nuclear War is a very bad thing

22) Bob Roberts: On how the Right Co-opts the Left

23) Rope, Looking at the psychology of Hipster Racism

24) State of the Union, about how our political system make Trump possible

25) The Complete History of the Soviet Union to the Melody of Tetris, about WTF is going on with Putin?

26) Watchmen, on what happens when a society losses sight of its national narrative.

27) The Big Short, explaining the economic crash that made this whole thing possible

28) I Claudius about the mindset/psychology of the political elites

29) 21 Pilots, the millennial theme song

30) Angels in America, on the double think of the Political World

31) Yes Prime Minister, on how politics actually work

32) West Wing, on how politics should work.

33) Citizen Kane, on the dangers of mixing egotism and populism

34) Rodger and Me, on how Reaganomics and Neoliberalism ruined the Rust Belt

35) 8-Mile, on how the humiliation of poverty makes poor whites susceptible to authoritarian flattery.

36) Extra History/Extra Credits, on the problems our or democracy actually have a president.

37) CGPGrey: On Voting Systems and how a political system encourages certain brehaviors

38) Why are you so angry, on psychology of Angry Jack, the so-called “moderates” who allow the Alt Right to thrive.

39) The Lion in Winter, on the nature of being human and in power

40) Veronica Mars, on Class conflict and privilege in America

41) Bowling for Columbine, on the culture of Fear in America

42)The Great Gatsby about the vast carelessness that made Trump inevitable

42.5) 3 PS3, a little bonus episode on the attitude of the rich

43) Fargo, on the world that makes such obsession with wealth possible

44) Death of a Salesmen, about America’s addiction to Nostalgia

45)In Cold Blood, about shame and outlast in the Trump Movement

46) Into Pieces on the nihilistic psychology of Trump’s Personality Cult

47) The Jimquisition, about how corporations work and think

48) Paper’s Please, on how evil systems are able to sustain themselves.

49) The Third Man about how people can rationalize Evil

50) The Wire, about the institutions of America and why they fail.

51) Chinatown, about the why evil often wins

52) Franz Kafka Double Bill, The Trial and Metamorphosis: The inevitable result of a system that views self respect as an enemy.

53) Rules of the Game: Why people prefer to stick their head in the sand rather than address obvious approaching disaster.

54) Spec; Opts the Line, on the desire to be a hero and the sick need to ahve a winning war.

55) Eminem, on the psychology of the White Working Class

56) Animal Farm, on how good ideas get warped.

57) Ken Burn’s the Civil War, about America’s original sin.

58) Foyle’s War, about how war leas to simplistic morality.

59) Fight Club, a failed movie about misdirected rebellion against corporate culture falling int other trap of toxic rebellion.

60) 1984 about the expedience of political language and the true meaning of the right wing media hate machine

61a) Vlogbrothers (Politics) About the seriously important issues that Americans just don’t understand.

61b) Vlogbrothers (Current Events) About the major of the last few years that you have heard of but likely don’t understand

62) We need to Talk about Kenny/This is Phil Fish about how broken people are drawn to dangerous ideas/the danger of celebrity culture.

63) Spoony Experiment’s Swat 4/Ultima, about how difficult being moral actually is.

64) Fallout: New Vegas, about how the symbolism past is pillaged to support horrible regimes which don’t understand their own history.

65) Apocalypse Now: On how long standing morally dubious wars hurts the American political system

66) Hardcore History: About understanding cults and human extremes. History repeats a great deal, and we can see it all here.

67) Handmaid’s Tale: On the psychology of the Religious Right and the danger of fundamentalist communities

68) Cabaret: About how a degree of progress often leads to a reactionary backlash

69) Christopher and his Kind: About the normalization of fascism and shame in the creation of nationalism.

70) Prohibition by Ken Burns: About the unintended consequence of Utopian laws

71) Geography Now: On understanding the various conflicts i the world around us

72a) Crash Course US History: Gee, its almost like this shit happened before

72b) Crash Course World History 1: Nice historical outline

73C) Crash Course World History 2: On some of the important historical events that got us to where we are

74D) Crash Course Government: How the US Government actually works…or doesn’t….mostly doesn’t

73) Brazil: About the Self Perpetuation Nature of Bureaucracy and Institution

74) Night in the Woods: About the how Hope, Despair, and Nostalgia make a toxic mixture

75) Revolutions: On how Revolutions actually work: or often don’t

76) Mr. Smith Goes to Washington: Why good things in politics become evil.

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