#it’s fiiine it’s still a silly little job :’)

[ender-sheep]

damn when did i turn into a real adult why is my exciting amazon package of the week a plain lunchbox so i can save money by bringing leftovers i cooked to my full time adult job that i need to pay rent

[julyarchives]

Safe Place

→ Pairing: Wooseok x Female Reader

→ Genre: fluff.

→ Words:  1.1K

→ Contains: established relationship; mentions of alcohol; comforting.

→ A/N: here is the story for you guys! Special thanks to the anon who requested this, we hope you like our story!

You woke up with the worst hangover you've ever had. Last night was a little bit of a blur, but you remember having so much fun and drinking more beers than you should have. You end up crashing on your couch because you were not nearly sober enough to gather forces for the small walk to the bedroom. But waking up with the sun shining in your face was torture and every little sound seemed to be coming out of a symphony orchestra. You distantly registered Wooseok gently shaking your shoulder as you opened your eyes.

"What?" You groaned, averted to the idea of moving any finger whatsoever.

"You have to wake up to eat something, it's past noon." His voice was hoarse, sounding like he didn't wake up too long ago himself.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes, giving yourself time to properly wake up. Wooseok sat by your side and you two stared at each other in silence. His face was still puffy from sleep, the hair growing long was messy but somehow looked kind of stylish on him.

"I left some clothes that I think you'll like in the bathroom, you can take a shower while I come up with something for us to eat." He said.

"Noo, I don't want to" you whined "I hate showering in the morning."

"I know for a fact that you must be having a hangover as much as I am, you need a shower to get that out of your system."

"I'm fine, Wooseokie" you protested, getting up and so did he "I can cook us something, you are hungover too. I gave you too much trouble already yesterday."

"Come on, Y/N, do as I say", Wooseok pouted and you kind of regretted acting like this.

"I don't want to, I told you I'm fine!", you groaned then, headache complaining at the volume of your own voice and ruining your facade.

Wooseok laughed and held you by the shoulders, turning you around easily. He pushed you gently so you got the hint to move, doing it even if it was with a pout. He never let go of your shoulders from behind, moving you sideways, and if he was playing train with a kid. You couldn't help but laugh and follow it.

"Fiiine" you admitted defeat.

After a long shower you hated to admit that Wooseok was right, but getting rid of the booze smell on you was definitely a good decision. By the time you were finished, you were welcomed in the kitchen by the smell of eggs, bacon, and waffles.

"Breakfast for lunch?" You asked, making your entrance known

"Frozen waffles are the only thing we have that I know how to cook" he laughed shyly.

"It's perfect." You smiled, fonding at him.

You walked closer and hugged him from behind, resting your face on his back.

"Good morning" you finally said, now conscious enough to properly start your day.

Wooseok dropped everything and turned around, kissing your lips sweetly

"Morning, shortie"

"Do you want me to make you some coffee?" You offered, looking up at him while your arms were still thrown around him.

"You know me so well." He grinned. "But you can do it then go to bed, I'll take the food to you." He pointed after turning around and continuing with the food.

"You're spoiling me too much" you reached up and patted his head.

In the end, you both decided it was a great day to be spent in bed, and you even got Wooseok to feed you. You were feeling comforted and thankful for having someone that takes great care of you.

"Wooseok" you called him and he just hummed "do you think I embarrassed myself yesterday in front of my coworkers?"

The truth was that ever since you woke up you were scared that you might have gotten yourself in trouble. Yesterday was an office party and you started to think if it was appropriate to behave as you did, and now you were afraid that it could affect your job.

"Baby," Wooseok pulled you closer, your head now resting in his chest "everyone was pissed drunk yesterday, you were not the only one.

"You think?" You stared up at him, doe-eyed

"Big time." He shrugged "plus, you behaved well, you didn't do anything embarrassing."

"Aren't you saying that just to comfort me?" You asked, still feeling insecure.

Wooseok shifted, holding your face gently to look at him.

"Y/N," he looked deeply into your eyes "you are always amazing and nothing bad is going to happen, I promise"

You hugged him tightly, mumbling a 'thank you' that came out muffled against his chest.

"You're always so good to me" you pecked his lips

"I'm an angel" he smirked proudly.

"And humble too" you giggled. "I mean it, though. Thank you so much for everything."

"Let me tell you something, today you're not leaving this bed, I'm going to do everything for you while you focus on feeling better."

"Nooo" you whined again, this time hooking your leg around his waist and clinging to him like a koala. "I need to take care of you as well. You're my baby!"

"No, you're my baby today!" He attempted a baby voice to sound cute, but you two immediately burst out laughing

"We're so gross" you laughed it off.

"I like being gross with you" he delicately kissed the tip of your nose

Your phone rang, bursting your little bubble. When you saw the name of your boss pop on the screen you jumped straight up, a small screech escaping you. Your immediate reaction was to toss your phone to Wooseok.

"I can't pick this up" you panicked.

Wooseok got up and took the phone back to you, then proceed to hold your shoulders

"I'm sure it will be fine." The way he looked at you filled you with confidence to face the inevitable.

"Hello?" You picked up the call "hey… no, of course… it's no problem… of course, I understand…"

Wooseok watched you intently, clearly anxious to know what was happening. When you finally hung up, he was waiting patiently for you to tell him.

"They need me to come earlier on Monday because we'll have an emergency meeting with the marketing team." You smiled widely at the good news.

"That's it?" His smile mirrored yours "no other issue?"

You only shook your head negatively and ran to hug him, finally free of the troublesome thoughts.

"I told you you would be fine." He held you tightly and pecked your lips.

"I guess you really are an angel" you giggled.

"Told you" he wiggled his eyebrow, making you laugh harder.

"I don't deserve you, you silly bean."

"Nonsense." He winked. "Now go back to bed, we still have a whole lot of cuddles to go through. You're not off the hook with the baby business."

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Ukulele Practice (Captions)

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Word count: 1,347

Warnings: Mixing of decade slang since the piece takes place between Episode 1 and 2 of WandaVision. Otherwise, nothing but fluff!

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    F minor, C, D minor, C… aaand done!

    As you finished strumming on the borrowed ukulele, clapping started up to your right. You looked up with a sheepish smile to see Vision grinning and applauding.

    “[Y/N],” the man exclaimed, “that was wonderful!”

    You felt yourself blush and ducked your head before your company could see it. Absentmindedly plucking the strings of Vision’s uke, you asked, “Good enough for a talent show?”

    Vision gave you pat on the shoulder. “Of course! A few more runs through to make it smooth and you’ll be right as rain.”

    And then I have to add vocals, you thought, which is a whole other can of worms to be opened.

    “Hello, charming husband, [Y/N]!” Wanda came trotting through the swinging kitchen door, a tray with water glasses and a pitcher in hand. Her hair was perfectly curled, her dress’s skirt perfectly flared and without a crease, and her house shoes perfectly shined. Perfect, as she and her husband often were.

    “Hello, darling wife!” Vision chippered back. He quickly hopped to his feet and began making his way over to help, only to earn a casual warning look that had him turning around and sitting back on the couch at your side. “How’s the cooking going, dear?”

You had given Vision a ride home after work that day and he’d invited you in for an impromptu ukulele lesson, so he was still dressed in his work clothes, minus the suit jacket. His hair was a little unkempt after a long day, just a tad fluffy with a section of bangs that he had to keep pushing out of his glasses-framed eyes. You kept your eyes trained on Wanda as you felt Vision’s knee brush yours and weight shift slightly behind you as he casually draped his arm over the back of the couch.

You offered the woman a somewhat awkward smile. “Hello, Wanda.”

Wanda gave you a cheerful smile back, then walked over to place the tray down on the coffee table. “I heard a bit of the ukulele from the kitchen. You’re going to be fab at the talent show.”

“Here’s to hoping,” you half-mumbled. You eyed the tray now that it was sitting in front of you while your hands continued to carefully run along the instrument’s neck and strings.

“And cooking’s going fine, Vis,” Wanda continued, turning her attention to her husband. “We’re having chicken and dumplings, green beans and adamine salad, and, for dessert, pie!” 

Just hearing about the meal made your mouth water; you didn’t notice how hungry you’d gotten over the couple hours of practice. You would probably go home to meat loaf leftovers.

Wanda apparently had other ideas. “You’ll be staying for dinner, right, [Y/N]?”

You looked up to meet her warm gaze. You shook your head and answered, “Oh, I couldn’t. I don’t want to intrude. I have food at home and work tomorrow…”

“Nonsense, [Y/N],” Vision joined in, “you’re welcome to stay. Food is almost done already, yes?”

“And I cooked enough for three,” Wanda pointed out in a sing-song tone.

You looked between the two of them, flustered by the sudden invitation. They made it clear that they weren’t having you turning away, though, so you gave a slight nod. “Well… alright then, if you’re sure.”

Wanda grinned and clapped once. “Wonderful! And maybe after dinner you can show me what you’ve been practicing for the past week.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, darling,” Vision said with a pleased nod. Then he gave you a playful nudge with his elbow. “You can play while Wanda and I cut a rug for practice. Ooh, or we could maybe jam together!”

“Maybe.”

“Why not now?” Wanda asked. “We have a little time until soup’s done warming. I’d be happy to show off my two left feet.”

Vision scoffed. “Darling, you’re a fine dancer.”

Wanda rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. “Darling, neither of us is a fine dancer.”

Vision feigned offense before turning an expectant look your way. “What do you say, [Y/N]? Think you can manage to play without me?”

You looked between the couple again, then with a roll of your eyes and an exaggerated sigh, you readied the ukulele. “Fiiine.”

“Yes, right on!” Vision jumped to his feet, walked around the couch, and began shimmying his way to his wife’s side.

Wanda clapped again, then began swaying her way to meet Vision in the middle of the living room floor. When they reached together they assumed a slightly off dancing form. Apparently Wanda had been right about their dancing skills but neither of them seemed to mind.

You couldn’t help snickering at their silly display of affection before looking down at the instrument in your hands. You adjusted your grip a bit and settled your fingers into place. After a few strums to familiarize yourself, you started playing.

C… 

Playing the first portion of the song without Vision’s immediate aid, you focused quite hard—to the point where you couldn’t respond to any of his or Wanda’s chatting, so they leaned into their dancing and quiet conversation together. However, after making it through the first half with little error, you decided to risk a look at the couple. 

They had no form and lacked any sort of beat, but they were enjoying themselves and the just the sight of them being so happy made your insides turn to jelly. If you hadn’t been sure about whether you had a crush on the married couple before, you were certainly sure now. 

Vision caught you staring from over Wanda’s head and he grinned at you. “Look at you! Playing without assistance and without staring at your hands!”

Vision gave Wanda twirl so she could see the fruits of your and Vision’s labor. She gasped and then gave you a smile that made her nose scrunch up in the cutest way. She said, “That’s great! The people of Westview are going to love you.” 

Then she was spun back around and she and Vision kept dancing.

You went to reply, only for your hand to slip and butcher the song’s ending. You winced and paused while you recovered from the wipeout. “Not so good with playing and talking, clearly.”

Before you could start up again, Vision and Wanda separated and Vision walked over. He made a gesture for you to give him the instrument and once you did, he took his place next to you again and began strumming.

“That was completely my fault, apologies,” he said. He continued strumming and eventually picked up a random tune. “You did a fantastic job, though. The talent show will be a blast.”

“There’s still work to do but thank you.” 

You felt strange without something to distract yourself from your attractive hosts, like you were missing a shield in a very underrated and completely nonexistent battle. You watched Vision’s hands for a moment as his fingers easily flitted over the ukulele strings, then turned to say something to Wanda. Instead of standing where she had been previously in the center of the empty living room floor, she was now standing by couch and holding out a hand to her.

You gave her a confused look and she gave an encouraging nod towards her outstretched hand. “Come on then. Vision’s playing now, so you and I get to dance.”

Heat sparked at your eartips and cheeks, and you looked over to Vision, who was playing away and completely undisturbed. He glanced at you and chuckled. “Might as well. She won’t let you escape until you do.”

Wanda scoffed from your other side.

Seeing another dilemma that you obviously weren’t going to escape, you gave a little shrug and reached out to take Wanda’s hand.

Brrring!

Saved by the bell. Or the kitchen timer, rather. 

“Oh!” Wanda exclaimed, “That must be the chicken and dumplings! Too bad, [Y/N], we’ll have to dance another time.”

She left to the kitchen in a teasing wink.

You intestines tied themselves into bowties. 

[durativo]

Dante and Grue

send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

Thank you for Enabling Me

who is more likely to hurt the other?

Dante. And he knows it. Grue is a gentle giant type of man, Dante is chaos incarnate.

who is emotionally stronger?

Grue. He’s had a lot to deal with, losing his wife, raising three children on his own, falling on hard times, and he’s still taking time to feed Dante and spend time with him after work at his house. He’s also very philosophical, supposedly, that’s what drew him and Dante together.

who is physically stronger?

Dante, but that’s no contest, Grue is a human man, what can he do about pure hybrid demon strength?

who is more likely to break a bone? 

Dante, but he heals much faster so it’s fiiine.

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

Grue. He goes out of his way to push Dante away by declaring that they’re not friends, just coworkers, and it makes Dante miserable. Dante also saw right through that, and realized Grue was doing something dangerous, and just trying to keep him safe -- but it still hurt a lot.

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? 

Grue. He’s not as petty as Dante, and even if it’s not his fault, he’ll just want to anger to be over.

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

Grue is treating Dante more often. Since, well, “Tony” never really revealed he doesn’t have wounds for long. Grue always thought shots were just glancing off Dante, not that he was superhuman.

who is in constant need of comfort? 

Dante. Needy little bastard.

who gets more jealous? 

Dante, funnily enough, Grue rarely spends time with other people, but when he mentions things like having a wife (to which Dante doesn’t object being called) and speaking with others, Dante is just a little more immature at the time they’re together, he can’t help it, he gets possessive. That’s my partner, after all.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

Grue... technically he did, and did it to keep Dante safe. I think Dante might cling a bit more, but in the belief he can keep Grue safe. Grue was just being more of a realist.

who will propose? 

Surprisingly, Dante. Grue will suggest the idea though. It’s Dante who gives Grue a dumb plastic ring though, and it’s Grue that starts wearing it like some high end piece of jewelry, even wearing it to work.

Actually I thought about this so much it ended up being one of my headcanon posts on my blog.

who has the most difficult parents?

Grue’s parents are like 70 years old and Dante’s are dead, so Grue’s parents by default are a little more hard to manage, but Grue doesn’t visit them anymore, he just supports them with his money, which is also, of course, kind of difficult on him.

Not to mention he also still sometimes contacts his wife’s parents and... it’s a mess, Dante really wants to help Grue in his life considering he’s supporting his own parents, his dead wife’s father, and three children -- meanwhile Dante only has himself.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

Dante. He’s the whiny ‘my hands are cold’ type and he likes to snuggle up close even when Grue is busy doing something.

who comes up for the other all the time? 

Grue is very reliable, and he provides Dante a lot of information on their job. He also talks with Dante often about what they think is wrong with a job or why they wouldn’t do it. He’s there for Dante, he just doesn’t always want Dante to be there for him.

who hogs the blankets? 

Dante. Whiny little bastard. Grue obliges him though, he’ll lay more blankets on Dante and let him bury himself under them.

who gets more sad? 

Grue, but he’s just stressed out. Dante definitely shows more signs of depression and harsh stress but Grue has more actual stressors and few solutions in his life.

who is better at cheering the other up? 

Grue, but that’s also because he’s got his shit together and Dante has so little experience in comparison. Dante can be stupid and crack jokes but actually making the pain go away, and actually feeling better, Dante always finds himself feeling like the world is a little less awful when he spends time with his partner.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

Grue. Dante is just a menace with bad jokes.

who is more streetwise?

Dante. Grue was a pretty average man and apparently a pretty skilled mercenary, but he has no clue about demons and that’s where Dante canr eally shine and step in to help him.

who is more wise?

Grue. Sorry Dante, it’s just he’s got way too much experience on you, and general knowledge.

who’s the shyest? 

Grue, but only barely. He’s just not the same type of outgoing as Dante is, he prefers a more lax approach to things, and if that means not going out and connecting with more people, then so be it.

who boasts about the other more? 

Dante. Grue is not the boastful type, and Grue also doesn’t consider himself special. A middle aged man with three children and managing his dead wife’s life insurance and his aging elderly parents and parent in law? Someone so desperate he had to re-enter mercenary work? Even though he had high standards and would make it impossible to find anything that didn’t involve killing? He knows he’s a mess! It’s embarrassing.

But damn it if Dante doesn’t act like he’s the greatest thing to walk the earth and seeing Grue get embarrassed about it just makes Dante more willing to poke fun and be genuinely happy, Grue’s humbleness is a big part of what Dante is attracted to. His personality is such that it’s nothing too annoying or overbearing, he’s well rounded and Dante wants everyone to know that Grue deserves the world, even if Grue doesn’t think so.

who sits on who’s lap?

Grue hates it but Dante, he’ll always sidle up to his burly dad partner and either snuggle him for warmth or just generally annoy him with affection while Grue either gets embarrassed or pretends to not like it.

[anautisticdragon-blog]

Humanity's Love Affair with the Sociopath

Sigh. This one's been a long time coming, I've been putting it off because it's such a big topic, but I need to talk about it eventually because it's at the core of everything I've ever talked about. It's my problem with the Zeitgeist, and with contemporary society today. It's my beef, it grins my gears, and it's something you've never asked yourself.

Why do you love sociopaths?

The media is partly to blame, it always is. We've seen an evolution of character types across the decades, from the friendly person with the heart of gold from the idealistic '80s doing all it can to avoid the inherent, inborn corruption of humanity, to the more earnest depiction of an abrasive, incredibly cynical person with a heart of gold from the '90s. From Ninja Turtles to John Constantine, they all had something in common.

They had a heart. They all had compassion, empathy, and no matter how cynical some of those '90s characters could get, underneath it all there was still a basic belief in humanity. A compassion that drove them to always do the right thing despite their bitterness at an uncaring world, an untainted moral compass that never swerved away from wanting what was best. For everyone, with no one left out. An end to the suffering people unjustly endured at the hands of those without a soul.

At some point, we started cheering on the villain. The abyssal creature without a soul, the demonic presence that had no heart to speak of, never you mind one of stone. It became so 'kewl' to be the con man, robbing old ladies for all their worth, spitting on the heroic figures who'd heretofore showed children the consequences of such actions.

It all comes down to the rise of extraversion and how it's tainted to its very core. It might sound like a horrible way to think, but there's just too much evidence to support it and there's going to be a lot of that in this post. I've learned that it isn't 'Humanity are Bastards,' as the trope goes, but rather 'Extraverts are Bloody Psychopaths,' just within varying degrees.

Why do you think the Nigerian scam mails worked? Affiliative extraverts thought themselves clever, they'd 'play' the poor prince, get him to open up and trust them so that they could get that big, juicy slice of money. And then? They'd not give it back! 10 per cent! Why have such a meagre pittance when you could take this 'innocent prince' for all he's worth? What a lark, take that silly sod to the cleaners for trusting you!

Didn't work out that way, eh extraverts?

As good as extraverts think they are at 'playing the game,' sociopaths are a billion times better. And affiliative extraverts seem almost wired to fall for it. It might be a survival instinct to obey the strongest, and thus be seeen as such by proxy, so sociopathic behaviour is desirable because it exudes airs of 'strength.' Even when that 'strength' gets your bank account cleaned out because you thought you were being bloody clever.

Instead of falling arse over tit for a stupid, stupid con.

It's why we have cults of personality... right? Just the affiliatives trying to emulate the 'strong,' trying to be 'strong' by proxy. All looking to the 'strong' for guidance, for will, to do what they bloody can't. Trying to behave like them in order to gain favour. Whether it's Steve Jobs, Donald Trump, or any charismatic sack of ichorous waste, whatever the Wastrel of the Day is, if they're manipulative enough, the affiliatives will follow.

It happens on all kinds of scales. All kinds. You'd have to be the world's shiniest example of a Joe bloody Soap to not see it, and people don't. These cults of personality pop up everywhere. And I have to pick out an obscure favourite of mine so that people won't be too invested in it, if you're seeing this from an outside perspective, you might actually catch on. So, what manner of dirtbag is going to serve as my example?

I'm going to use one that was never of criminal intent, though a generally scummy person nonetheless. Chris Avellone. In video game circles you might have heard of him, most do I'd think, and they worship him without even really knowing why. Why? Well, he's a sociopath, isn't he? Anyone with the brass clackers enough to lead a cult of personality always is.

Nature of the beast.

What'd he do? Let's see. He wrote a Fallout Bible and claimed to have absolute creative veto over the IP, for one thing. If a designer or writer had anything contradictory to say on the matter? He'd passive-aggressively mock them in his 'Bible.' That he called it a bible is more than a bit telling, don't you think? That's not indicative of off the charts narcissistic arrogance at all. Oh no, not even a little bit. No, no...

So let's look at the characters he's proud of including in video games, shall we? Kreia, from Knights of the Old Republic: A soapbox for Avellone's seedy, unbalanced views and a sociopath. Ulyssess, from New Vegas: See Kreia. Weeping Mother, from Pillars of Eternity: See Kreia. Sensing a pattern, yet? Ulysses wanted to nuke everyone back into a fresh apocalyptic state, it's what humanity deserved, he just wanted to watch them burn.

Avellone has often said that that's what he'd wish for the Fallout franchise. That's not worrying at all, right? Okay, how about how in a recent interview, with all of the cocksure arrogance of a sociopath, he told an interviewer that he prefers 'smart evil?' He'd prefer to 'talk two people into killing one another' rather than actually save anyone. Or Tyranny, which was Avellone's brainchild? That was a world of villainy and evil, lead by sociopaths... Cor, have to wonder if you're sensing a pattern yet. I am.

Oh, and he took an ending out of a game that allowed a group of sapient creatures a future, and a chance at happiness. Why? They weren't human, he believed that their purpose in the story was to die and suffer. Oh yes, did I mention that Avellone is a bit of a crackpot?

And yet people love him.

So, let's move onto a fictional example. Rocket Raccoon was originally an abrasive character with a heart of gold, much like John Constantine. I adored him. That's when he was written by Dan Abnett and Andy Lanning. Did you know that Rocket had a different origin than the dreary rot the films put him through? He was originally a fluffy artificial life form created to help the mentally disabled and disturbed. In DnA's run on Guardians of the Galaxy, Rocket was a really nice fellah, reliable, and a genius. Definitely a bit rough around the edges, to be sure, but a stand up bloke nonetheless.

So, Rocket Raccoon is handed over to Bendis. Brian Michael Bendis...

Brian "Misogyny'n snuff porn is my bag, yo!" Bendis. Brian "I think it's super funny when Elektra gets kicked hard in the vagina by a guy, especially when the onomatopoeia is FOOM!" Bendis. Brian "If a woman didn't get shot in the head in this issue, I didn't write it!" Bendis. Brian "I hate Grant Morrison and Alan Moore just because they're British and that scares me!" Bendis. Brian "It's so funny whenever Tigra gets humiliated, stripped down, forced to do naughty things on camera, and then gets brutally raped by white villains. 'Cause I hate her and that makes it funny! Hehe!" Bendis. Brian "When I write Doctor Doom, he gets to call a woman a 'fat cow whore' and it's totally in character!" Michael God Damn Fucking Bendis.

So, yes, Bendis is also a sociopath. We won't talk about that, here, though. I think I've already covered my grievances above well enough. Suffice it to say though that this man has a history of being shitty to women in comics. And you can probably guess what happens to Rocket, right? Rocket is now a misogynistic sociopath. Hooray. He's a massive arsehole. And not the kind that has a heart of gold, of course. Oh no, not even slightly. He's just a humongous pile of shit.

Cheers, Bendis. You desperate, oversexed and sexually frustrated tosspot. I don't want to be around for the next character you drag over hot coals. That, loves, is why I no longer 'Make Mine Marvel.' More like, 'Take Thine Garble... and shove it where the sun don't shine!' I'm sorry, I have to be facetious, I can't make it through this any other way.

The world is just obsessed with sociopathy.

Take a running kick at a cat's skull to post up on Youtube? Haha, it's funny! Grab a dolphin out of its water, toss it around and abuse it on camera for the purpose of selfies? It's fiiine! When did we start excusing this kind of shit? When did we begin to turn a blind eye? When did it become okay for some charismatic, inbred pigfucker to ruin Britain for everyo--Okay, now I'm getting too specific, aren't I?

That's the truth of it, though. All it takes is charisma and a Machiavellian mind and you can get away with anything! You can be the world's biggest dickhole and people will just cheer you on, no matter what you do! It doesn't matter who gets hurt in the process, does it? And that's where this pus-filled bubo on the face of humanity I 'affectionately' call the Alt-Blight rose from. This is the kind of hell we're living in where somone can have people genuinely think they're hot shit and the greatest new thing since sliced bloody bread for driving a car into a crowd of peaceful protestors!

HOW IS THIS HAPPENING TO THE WORLD???

I come back to Rocket Raccoon in my head. A fluffy critter made to help out the mentally infirm and troubled, reinvented in this cool, hip new age of rabid sociopathy to be a psychopathic, crazy cyborg killer. Why?

Why any of this?

Extraverts.

It's the conclusion I keep coming to and the one I can never get away from. It's what I pointed out when I linked that video from Mike Rowlands just a li'l bit back where he was pointing out how an Alt-Blight arsehat was being a filthy, pathological liar. In one shot, putting on a sob story about how his ilk are just 'peaceful,' not at all violent like the left, and so unfairly 'persecuted for having wrong opinions,' boo-hoo; In another shot, shown counting and bragging about his many, many, many guns.

Extraverts are enablers. They're a hoard, a hive, a buzzing little collective of workers that empower sociopaths by being taken in by them, granting these nutcases power beyond reckoning through their sheer numbers. This is how Trump happened, becasue affiliative extraverts are so easily brainwashed, conditioned, and tricked. All you have to do is convince them they're being clever, that they're in the 'in crowd,' that their chosen social tribe is the most hip, happenin', 'kewl' one out there? And they will, each and every one, collectively swear a holy blood oath to a known murderer.

And thanks to that, we're in a position where it's 'cool' to be a sociopath, psychopath, or other kind of crazy. it's 'seductive,' it's 'hot,' it's 'alluring,' it's 'pull your heads out of your fucking arses.' This isn't Twilight. It's 'strong,' it's 'powerful,' it's 'money,' it's 'stop being so damn deluded while the world dies around you.' With readily denied real issues rotting the world we live on, like global warming and overpopulation, this earth's not going to be around much longer. So why?

Why?

Do you just not care about your children? At all? Or your grand kids?

You bunch of bloody soggy-brained lunatics. That's all I can really say on the matter, isn't it? Singing and dancing while the world burns around you. You bloody lunatics.

I'm just going to talk a liittle about something personal that means a bit to me before I wrap this up. It's even managed to invade the furry community, to worrying degrees. When the Internet was younger, when there were few extraverts (because the Internet was wickedly complicated and they'd not the salted noodles enough to figure it out), the furry fandom was such a genuinely lovely place. It was. You should've seen Furcadia at its height, it was lovely. There were these little communities hosted on servers called MUCKS where fantastically brilliant, singular people got together to dream and imagine things only the brightest furry minds would.

It's why there were a lot of furries involved in video game development in the '90s and early '00s, you know? True story. Look into it. Dr. Cat is but one example. Anyway, it was good. And now? The Alt-Blight have invaded these MUCKs, chased all of the light and wonder away, so these are now tainted, festering hellholes of hatred. It's bizarre to walk through them again and, crestfallen, see how that cancer has made them sick with bile.

Even furries now have to deal with the Alt-Blight. I'm sure a lot of furries might think it's cool. That's the friggernaffin' Zeitgeist, isn't it? Sociopathy is so cool, hot, powerful, and sexy, and a giant taintfest of hatred, let's please never forget that part. It's a very important part, I think.

So it's everywhere. I feel like it's overtaking everything that ever meant something to me. So this is a fight. It has to be. In its own way, this is a war. This is the most abstract war anyone's ever fought. It's a war fought by abstracts against abstracts. It's a war fought against hatred, by compassion; It's a war fought against intolerance, by acceptance; It's a war fought against arrogance, by knowledge; It's a war fought against propaganda, by independent thought; It's a war fought against collectivism, by creativity; It's a war fought against the worst of us, by the best of us.

So, you know. I might be an abrasive buttface, and that's fine, because my heart's always in the right place. I'm not a misogynist, I don't abuse animals, I'm hardly about to run a car into a crowd of people... I think this defines the very opposite of who I am. I've chosen my side. I think that's something we all have to do, now, because it's necessary. Because this is happening and we're not going to be able to hide our heads in the sand any longer.

I get to choose to be 'a poncy, SJW, politically correct sissboy' or... well, a monster. An actual monster. Which is what they are. It might be evangelical, but it's how we have to look at the world, now. So I'm proud to be an SJW, I've said it in the past. I couldn't be more proud, I couldn't be happier! I derive great personal worth from this, because I'm not a monster.

Monsters of yore might have had scales or fur, they might've been fifty stories tall or come in flying saucers. The monster of today has white skin, they're not that tall, either, and they certainly didn't arrive in flying saucers. No, these monsters are home-grown. They're our monsters. And we have to recognise them as such.

If you see a Nazi, say Nazi. That's what every sociopath, psychopath, and associated nutjob out there is going to be. The Alt-Blight, what have you? Nazi. Even ex-neo Nazis will tell you that the Alt-Blight are Nazis.

So can we stop glorifying and empowering monsters now, please?

This is a dark time in history, one of those things where the younger generations will look back and shake their heads in such terrible shame. So let's come out swinging and put this Nazi blight to rest. Once and for all.

Citations

Abused Cat Abused Dolphin Avellone Prefers Sociopathy Example of Bendis's Sociopathy Alt-Blight Furry Troubles Alt-Blight MUCK Taint Alt-Blight Brainwashing