#i'm gonna mute the post tomorrow btw

[neuship-zone]

Okay I know I said I wasn't gonna respond but then they hit me with this stupid diagram so now I need to unpack this

YOU are arguing in bad faith.

From the moment you saw my reblog you immediately assumed a whole bunch of things about me and have refused to let any of those assumptions for this entire reblog chain. I just decided to glare over the obvious issues so that I could at figure out where you were coming from. I now have no more reason to do that, so there's no point in continuing the discussion.

"You are pretending to be a revolutionary"

No I'm not. Once again, my original post has NOTHING to do with my own political stance. Yes this is a political book written by someone who's...controversial, to put it lightly, but that does not stop me from having my own interpretation of the book. At no point have I ever said that my interpretation is correct. I have, however, said that I don't agree with the idea that the book is telling you not to stand up to your oppressors (though I would not refute the idea that it's the author's irl intentions). At no point has anyone given me a reason to believe in this interpretation. Instead, you in particular have immediately profiled me as a "liberal" (which may I add, is a word that is also used as an insult by CONSERVATIVES), called me a chimpanzee for having an opinion (mind you, I'm black, so I have a very good reason for finding that racist), and kept trying to spread the idea that I'm trying to be 'revolutional' and that I think George Orwell is peak revolutionary media. My brother in Christ I'm talking about a book. Yes it relates to the real world (read: me comparing the book to Stalin's reign, someone else comparing what I said to what's going on in America with Trump), yes the book is trying to be anti-communist, yes George Orwell is a bad person. None of that changes what I've said.

"While defending liberal capitalism and british imperialists"

How? How does anything about my interpretation of the book relate to this? I've already made it clear I don't support Orwell, and nothing in my original interpretation is even CLOSE to matching that description.

You wanna talk media literacy? Stop profiling people over their interpretation of fiction. That's literally the point of my blog, actually - for people to stop using taste in fiction to determine morals.

And besides we need to break down this diagram

Why are you insulting people who can't read? (Mega ironic considering the rest of the animals in Animal Farm)

Why do you hate Biden voters? Would you have preferred they vote for Trump?

The fact that you think "Hitler youth" (aka neo-Nazis) stem from Biden voters says A LOT MORE about you than any nonsense you've spouted about me

I'm actually kinda flattered you think my post questioning someone's interpretation of a fictional story whilst giving mine is gonna have this big of a reach <3

Also you really like chimpanzees, don't you? You think using animals as insults makes your point stronger?

Hands down, you're a reactionary mfer who needs to be called out. I wouldn't be surprised if you secretly supported MAGA. I'm glad I at least engaged long enough to be able to unpack that much.

Stop attacking "liberal punks" and work on yourself.

Unfortunately I don't think I can block people on sideblogs, but I encourage anyone else reading this to block them on my behalf.

By the way, in case anyone's curious, I have no opinion on capitalism or communism. All the people I've seen (especially on this site) with strong opinions either way turn out to be nasty people like this guy. I am also simply not interested in conversations about which one is better (because usually no-one speaking is doing so in good faith so I'd just rather not). Please do not send me asks about communism/capitalism (unless it's in the content of fiction obvi), because I will simply delete them.

very funny to me when people act like animal farm and 1984 are revolutionary anti government texts that the Powers That Be dont want you to read when they have literally been a part of every standard middle/highschool english lit cirriculum in the usa and beyond for decades. precisely because theyre such convenient primers to propagandize that Commies = Bad. the government is quite literally making kids read them

[briarpotter]

I feel like I've posted this before, but nevertheless, here we go!

Also, I'm gonna be posting a few microfics I wrote for the ginniversary bingo, (which is over, btw).

Read it here or under the cut.

O-68: To his horror, he realized he'd been this way before.

“Point Me!” He whispered into the darkness. His wand spun in his hand, then settled on his open palm, pointing north, the center of the maze. He tread forward carefully, wary of any dangerous obstacles. As he turned the corner, he was faced with a huge Blast-Ended Skrewt. To his horror, he realized he’d been this way before. Desperately, he fired spells rapidly, hoping to distract it enough to make his escape.

Soon, he reached the center and found the Cup. He grabbed it, thinking he won, when the familiar jerk at his navel sent him reeling. When the spinning stopped, he found himself on the ground in front of Lord Voldemort. Voldemort raised his wand, and cast the cruciatus curse. “Crucio!” The pain was worse than a thousand white-hot knives boring into his skin. He screamed loudly while Voldemort let out a laugh that sent a chill in his spine.

He woke up sweating, his hair sticking to his forehead. He sat up quickly, moving his hair from his eyes. He groped around for his glasses, and sighed in relief when he saw the drawn curtains of his four-poster bed in his dorm at Hogwarts.

“Harry?” Ron asked, groggily. “You okay, mate?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a nightmare.” Harry replied. Talking about the night at the graveyard when Voldemort came back to life today had brought up some bad memories. “You sure?” Ron inquired. “I’m sure. Go back to sleep, mate.” Harry said. “Mmh.” Ron snored.

Chuckling at his best friend’s antics, he pulled back his curtains and opened his trunk, searching for the Marauders’ Map that the twins had given him 2 years ago. His eyes widened in surprise when he realized that someone was down in the common room. Apparently, Ginny couldn’t sleep either.

He head down the stairs leading to the Common room to find Ginny sitting on an armchair in front of the fireplace. “That’s my place, you know?” He said, jokingly. Ginny jolted when she heard someone behind her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized. “You didn’t scare me, it’s just…” She hesitated. “You surprised me, is all.” She said. Harry nodded and moved to sit next to her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked. She nodded. “A nightmare. I heard you talking about that night today, and somehow hearing you talk about how You-Know-Who was resurrected brought back bad memories.” She answered. “I get it. I had a nightmare too, you know?” He said. “What was it about?” She asked. A beat passed. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me-”  “I got tortured. By Voldemort. I took the portkey and Voldemort tortured me.” He interrupted her.

“Oh.” She said. They sat in silence, before Ginny started talking again. “I saw Tom. In my dream. I was back in the chamber, and Tom was talking to me, belittling me.” He nodded at her to go on. “I told him that you would come save me. He said that the famous Harry Potter didn’t care about me, a stupid little girl who was dumb enough to trust a diary which talked back to me, and that I deserved to die in the chamber.” She continued bitterly.

“I don’t think you were a stupid little girl. I think you were a girl who was lonely and trusted Tom because he made you feel safe. After a while, he started feeding off your fears, taking your soul. You were a little girl who didn’t deserve any of that.” He began. “None of that is true. You’re smart, pretty, popular, and a great Quidditch player from what I’ve seen.” He grinned. She smiled back. “You really think I’m pretty?” He nodded, blushing slightly as he realized what he had said. She chuckled at his face. “Thanks, Harry. I needed that.” She said. He nodded mutely, still embarrassed at calling her pretty.

She slapped her thighs, got up, stretching her body. “Well, I’ve got to get up to bed. We have an early morning tomorrow.” Harry, who had been looking at the exposed skin near her waist, startled and looked up to see Ginny slightly smirking. She clearly noticed him checking her out. He stuttered. “Y-yeah, I’ve gotta get to bed. ‘Night.” He wished her a goodnight, and head up the stairs, his face burning.

Ginny had just caught him checking her out! He buried and face in his pillow and groaned. He was never gonna get over that.

[soft-boi-eli]

can i pls get some cc! techno x ftm(or male in general) reader where they chill on a stream and are really fluffy??? ur writing is amazing btw (｡’▽’｡)♡

Yea. And thank you so much!

Not proofread or edited due to ✨stress and anxiety✨

Tw:none just pure fluff, well mentions the word pain bur that's it.

Yeah hope your guises Christmas was good. I'm posting that at 4am so noice.

He's my lap warmer.

One thing you love about techno, he was normally faceless. Meaning you could just lay there and soak up his warmth. Enjoy the company. Watch him wipe the floor with these noobs.

That was if you were silent. Today you messed up. It was a mincraft stream. You thought that he was muted. "I'm cold. And in pain can you help me." Your voice was tired. You appointment for your first testosterone was tomorrow and you just wanted his company.

"Yeah. Just come here." His voice was tense.

Not knowing why you just casually climbed into his lap, ear to his heart, staddling his waist as you just lay there. "This is my boyfriend. Or as I like to call him my personal lap warmer." You hummed lightly as you looked at the screen.

"He's honestly one of the best people I know. Love him to death. He's helped me so much and now I'm helping him through what he needs." Facecam was on and he wasn't muted. But chat was spamming alot of supporting things.

You never really had an issue with chat. That was due to the fact that you never really were noticed. Then a dono came up.

"To your significant other. Blood king, queen, thing, or God/goddess of blood? Due to your status to our blood God."

Ah.

Thinking for a second you decided. "God of blood. Anarchy for life." You were quick to speak.

"You sir are correct." Techno spoke. Looking down to you. "So how do you like my lap warmer guys? He's amazing eh?" Chat was exploding.

Ever since his cancer diagnosed he's been tired, but he's going strong. There was no reason for him to give up now, you, his fans, his friends. the blood god will never die. 

“hey. i’m not a lap warmer only you ass.” lightly pushing his head away from you he laughed. “oh come on you’re warm and comfy to me. let me joke around about it,” with that you gave a pout and rolled your eyes. 

chat was booming with the issue of a ship name. “guys guys, their the anarchy parents, or the anarchy dads.” laughing lightly at the names you spoke, “anarchy dads, that sounds better then anarchy parents. how do you feel about that techno?” he hummed slightly. “if thats what they decide on i cant stop it. so as long as you feel okay with that im good.” 

chanting through out the chat, then a discord call. philza minecraft’s name was on one of the desktops, one that was opened to discord. 

answering it with his free hand techno was quick to greet him. “hallo!” you nodded, “philza minecraft has joined the call. pog!” you spoke. 

“ah hello. i had to check in on you guys, it seemed your stream was booming quite a bit. had to check in.” such a dad.  “yeah. (y/n) decided to join in and it seems like the chat loved him.” 

“i can see that.” waving to the camera you relaxed a bit more, “i havent seen your face before. but i can see why techno brags about you.” ah yes, techno’s bragging, it’s something that happens alot when you lay on his lap when he does stream. it was one of your favorite places. 

“yeah. when he does brag im normally exsiting on his lap, either watching him or sleeping. it’s kinda weird to hear it,” you streched slightly. “but it assures me that im not the only one that thinks so highly of the other.” 

“so you think of him just as highly? it seems nearly impossible with how much he talk about you.” you could hear the smile in his voice. “yeah. but i dont really brag that much. just kinda vibe here and think that im saying it.” techno was starting up a game of bed wars.

“ha. you’re gonna wipe the floors with these noobs.” you smirked slightly. 

“you are quite correct.” techno was fast to speak up, anwsering you.

“techno we’re stealing your boyfriend. he’s ours now.” you looked at the screen, your face resting in a upset look. “im not going to go. he’s my boyfriend and i love him too much.” you spoke. 

god even if you werent such a secret now you loved techno too much to leave him. and you were staying with him. no and if or buts about it.

hello people. as it gets closer and closer to my appointment on the 27th of january, i get more and more scared and all. so im sorry it’s take me a bit to finish up my request right now. 

and thank you for people who are being paitent with me. 

eli out.