#its not common for people to talk like that in the south anymore

[meownzter]

Marble hornets except they all have really bad southern accents that only straight up rednecks elderly people seem to have

like, entry 64 in the tunnel and instead of Alex just ominously saying “leave. Now” he says “go on n’ get”

or entry 83, Tim starts chasing hoody and instead of him just sayin “I’M GONNA KILL YOU” he says “I’M GONNA KILL YOU DEAD”

entry 32 and Jessica just says “Jay, bless yer heart, you ain’t actin right in the head”

I could write more but I no no wanna

[n4b3]

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[mikashisus]

MAY THE WIND PROTECT YOU

SYNOPSIS: kinich recalls each time he heard you speak mondstadtian, each memory making him miss you more than the last. meanwhile, you return home to mondstadt.

PAIRING: kinich x gn!reader

TAGLIST ! @aphrodict @wystiix @tragedy-of-commons @pixelcafe-network @papiliotao

contains: poorly translated german, ajaw, intense pining (on both sides), down bad kinich, last part is not edited

word count: 4.4k

notes: THIS IS A PART 2!! writing this was sm fun guys, i had a field day with each scene. i wanted to post this yesterday on his bday, but gwen told me it'd be such a power move if i posted it today bc today is MY bday, so that's what i'm doing >:) crazy that his bday is a day before mine.

i was listening to this ost the entire time i was writing the mond scenes. when the mc mentioned the lullaby, that song is what i was referring to! anyw enjoy! TY ZIRA FOR PROOFREADING!!

part one!

The first time Kinich heard you speak in Mondstadt’s native tongue was two weeks after you arrived in Natlan. 

A merchant from Mondstadt had set up shop at the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. By pure chance, Kinich had been showing you around the Stadium that day. 

(Somehow, it slipped his mind that you were from Mondstadt— despite the fact that you unintentionally made it abundantly clear you were a foreigner by the way you dressed and your poor attempt to speak the language of Natlan.) 

As soon as you set your sights on the merchant’s wares, you were sprinting over to his stall, eagerly shouting in what sounded like an aggressive tone to the people around you. Kinich followed, worry pooling in his gut at the sudden commotion you just made. 

All your worries about wanting to set a good first impression had been thrown out the window the moment you saw a familiar face. With the way you and the merchant were animatedly speaking, anyone passing by would’ve assumed you were lifelong friends. However, that was not the case. 

Mondstadters were well known for being extremely welcoming and hospitable, especially within their own nation. Anyone who ever traveled there always put in a good word about their stay, claiming that although the nation’s ways of greeting foreigners was a bit odd, the entire populace had this unique charm that made everyone instantly feel at home there. Paired with the ever-flowing wind and the ideals of freedom and peace, Mondstadt seemed to be a true paradise. 

The few merchants Kinich had run into in the past were fairly kind people, though there was always this edge to them that made them feel a bit aggressive. Maybe it was their way of speaking… or their blunt honesty. 

Joining your side, Kinich realized you weren’t speaking the universal language of Teyvat anymore, and that now, you were speaking a language that sounded rough and throaty.

This must’ve been the language of Mondstadt. He only ever heard a few words here and there in passing through merchants he met in the past. 

He couldn’t understand a word you were saying, but he liked hearing your voice in its primitive state. 

The merchant made a gesture towards you, and you threw your head back in raucous laughter. Kinich wondered what you were talking about. A few moments later, he heard the words ‘Dornman Port’ fall from your lips, and he assumed that the topic shifted to where you were from. 

“It’s not everyday you see a Mondstadter down here in the South! Where are you from?” 

“Dornman Port!“ You answered eagerly, ”my family’s been living there for generations, but recently my grandparents moved to the city to get better access to healthcare.” 

“Ah, I see. No wonder your accent sounded familiar! My family’s a bit North of Dornman, more inland towards—“ 

From the excited way you two were speaking, Kinich guessed based on context clues that you and this merchant were from the same hometown.

Finally, you seemed to turn your attention back to the merchant’s wares, and your eyes practically sparkled once you set your sights on his entire alcohol supply. 

(You weren’t a true child of Mondstadt if you didn’t cherish your booze.) 

Pointing to a vintage bottle of something that was labeled in Mondstadt’s native tongue, you fished some mora out of your satchel.

“I haven’t seen many Mondstadters down here,” you said, resuming your earlier conversation, “not that we can’t travel to other nations, I just mean—“ 

“It’s strange?” The merchant finished your sentence. “I get that a lot from the locals. Usually, Fontainians visit Natlan the most, though I suppose that’s not too surprising. The hot springs are great!” 

“Speaking of Fontaine, I was suspected of being Fontainian my first year here. The looks on the locals’ faces after hearing I’m from the Crown of the North were priceless!”  

You took the bottle of Dandelion Wine and smiled. “I bet! I got questioned a bit too on my arrival a few weeks back.” 

He eyed the journal in your hands. “Akademiya student?” 

“Yes, sir! Vahumana Darshan!” You nodded. “I’ll be here in Natlan for six months to work on my thesis.” 

Glancing at Kinich, you suddenly felt a pang of guilt rush through you. Unintentionally, you had been making him wait this whole time. You quickly wrapped up your conversation with the merchant, explaining that Kinich was your ‘tour guide’ and you had to leave. 

“Good luck with your studies!” The merchant shook your hand, his grip firm. It reminded you of your father’s handshakes. “Let the Wind lead, youngster.” 

“Danke! May the Anemo Archon bless you! Tschüss!” 

The second time Kinich heard you speak in Mondstadt’s native tongue was when a yumkasaur had stolen your journal and decided not to give it back. 

(He didn’t think he’d ever heard someone curse so much in his life— aside from Ajaw.)

Although he couldn’t understand what you were saying, he just knew you were cursing that yumkasaur to the high heavens. And as soon as he helped you get your journal back, you cursed the yumkasaur out again as it hissed at you and flew away. 

It took a heavy amount of restraint for Kinich not to burst out laughing. You could’ve sworn a small snort had escaped from his lips as he raised a hand to cover his mouth, but that was the least of your priorities. 

Your main focus was on the big chunk taken out of your journal. 

A few pages of your journal were missing, meaning you had to rewrite three pages (front and back) of all the research you found in some Dahri ruins nearby the Scions of the Canopy. 

To say you had been angry was an understatement. You hadn’t stopped rambling in Mondstadtian for the rest of the week, and Kinich was more than a little worried you were going to throw yourself off the balcony outside your villa. 

(You didn’t, but other people from his tribe did say you spent the remainder of the week in those ruins — which, to be frank, was concerning considering you always outright refused to go exploring during the day. 

When he found you, you were mumbling to yourself and teetering on the edge of becoming someone’s sleep paralysis demon. Long story short, he had to drag you back to your villa.)

Needless to say, that was a fond memory of his, despite your imminent despair that entire week. 

It had been five months since you returned to Sumeru. Five grueling months of convincing himself he didn’t miss you as much as he truly did. 

There was a significant decline in his mood since then. 

Ever since he walked you to the borders between the Children of Echoes’ settlement and the Sumeru desert— where an escort from the Eremites was waiting (he remembered you addressing her as ‘Dehya’) —he’d been all down in the dumps. 

At first, Ajaw had a field day teasing him, until eventually, the mini pixelated dragon got tired of his sour attitude and stopped mentioning you altogether. 

One mention of you and Kinich became snappy and pissy. If he saw something that reminded him of you, he began sulking like a kicked puppy. It was amusing to Ajaw… at first. But as time dragged on, it just made him more and more annoyed. 

(“Are they all you think about!?” Ajaw screamed once after Kinich bought a bottle of Dandelion Wine from that merchant you would always talk to. 

Kinich didn’t answer, but the pout on his lips was enough to make it clear to anyone that yes… you were all he thought about.) 

He found himself back at the same merchant’s stall, immediately putting Ajaw in timeout before he could even utter a word. 

The Mondstadt merchant greeted Kinich with a firm, friendly handshake. “Welcome back! Did you enjoy the Dandelion Wine?” 

Kinich nodded curtly. “Yes. It was quite good. My tribe enjoyed it, as well.” He paused. “Where was it made?” 

The merchant’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. He probably wasn’t expecting that question. He stroked his chin. “Well, you’ve probably heard of it if you’re a wine lover, but most alcoholic beverages from Mondstadt are brewed by the famous Dawn Winery.” 

Kinich had heard of it, though only in passing from merchants. 

“The Dawn Winery’s the reason Mondstadt’s even known as the wine capital of Teyvat. Without the winery, Master Diluc, Mondstadt’s fertile soil, and the wine brewing methods taught to us by Lord Barbatos, we wouldn’t be where we are today.” 

“The Anemo Archon taught you how to brew wine?” Kinich raised a brow. 

The merchant nodded. “Why, of course! Back when the people of Mondstadt migrated to Cider Lake, Lord Barbatos taught our ancestors the intricacies of wine making, and over time, his original technique had been refined into what it is today!” 

Interesting. So that was how Mondstadt’s wine business began. 

“We even have wine festivals to honor Lord Barbatos,” the merchant continued, piquing Kinich’s curiosity, “Weinlesefest is the most common. Every harvest, families come together to brew wine and offer it up to Lord Barbatos as a sort of ‘welcome home’ gift for the western wind. If he’s satisfied with the wine, he blesses us with a refreshing breeze.” 

Weinlesefest. He heard you talk about it once in passing with a different merchant. He couldn’t understand what you were saying, as you had been speaking Mondstadtian, but he knew it had to do with a festival; seeing as it was one of the first things the merchant had brought up in conversation. 

“I see.” Kinich nodded curtly, making a mental note to ask you about the Weinlesefest in his next letter. “So… does the whole nation celebrate?” 

The merchant nodded. “Yep! It’s a time of gathering together with family and friends. Mondstadters living away from home usually come back for Weinlesefest.” He let out a heavy sigh. “In fact, it’s happening right now. But work is work, so I can’t visit my wife and kids. I can only hope Lord Barbatos will keep them safe in my absence.” 

Kinich was slowly learning how Mondstadt worked the more and more he talked with Mondstadters. He sent a small smile to the merchant and bought three bottles of wine this time, even going as far as to pay extra. 

“I hope you can return home soon and see your family.” A small pang of something bitter settled in his chest. 

Family. 

“Tschüss.” He muttered, the word feeling odd and unusual on his tongue. 

The merchant’s face lit up with pure, unbridled joy. He shook Kinich’s hand once more, firmer and more enthusiastically than the other times. It was obvious Kinich had just made this man’s day, even if it was something so simple as saying ‘goodbye’ in his language. 

“Tschüss!” 

That night, he sat on his bed, writing out another letter. He occasionally glanced at the last one you had sent him, his fingers gently tracing your elegant handwriting. 

(Name), 

I visited the Stadium today to receive a commission. The merchant you always talk to, Klaus?? was there again. He told me the history behind wine making in Mondstadt. 

It’s interesting that your Archon taught you that. He also mentioned that Weinlesefest is happening right now. I remember you mentioning that festival a few times before. Did you go home for the festival? What does your family do to celebrate? Speaking of… how is your family? And your grandparents?

Everything is going well in the Scions of the Canopy. We’re recovering from the losses of the war, along with the nation as a whole, but there is still a large scar. The toll will be great for a while, but all we can do is move forward and honor the fallen. 

You don’t need to worry about us, by the way. Mavuika is strong. Speaking of Mavuika, she’ll be heading off for the final fight in a few weeks’ time. Everyone’s antsy, but we know she’ll pull through. She isn’t the Archon for nothing. 

-Kinich 

P.S. - Mualani insisted on taking you to visit the People of the Springs the next time you’re here… but knowing you, I don’t think you’ll like the hot springs :P 

P.P.S. U BETER RETURN IN 1 PEACE LOWKY HOOMAN OR I W1LL  KILL U  >:( -AJAW

The day your vacation was confirmed, you jumped for joy right in the middle of the House of Daena. It earned you a halfhearted glare from Alhaitham, the Akademiya’s scribe, but you didn’t care in the slightest. You were just happy you finally got your much needed vacation. 

You weren’t close with the scribe. Your relationship was far from anything like that, but you saw him enough on a daily basis to consider him an acquaintance. He often occupied a table in the House of Daena, either reading a book or writing furiously in a notebook. 

There were a few times you visited his office to drop off parts of your thesis for peer review, though he was never there when you did. His office hours were listed right next to the door in bold letters, yet he was never present for them. It made you raise a brow and wonder how he was even still employed if he never even showed up for his required office hours. 

Though, he did give you the proper feedback you needed for your thesis, so you couldn’t really complain. 

“I didn’t know you oversaw vacation notices,” you said, glancing up at your senior as he stood next to you. “I thought your only job was to record things for the Akademiya. Oh! That reminds me, when is my thesis presentation?” 

He sighed. “Being the scribe is more complicated than that. And yes, all proposals for vacations go straight to my office from the drop box.” 

You hummed. “So like, how does that work? Do you just check a box that says ‘yes’ or ‘no’?” 

“If the proposal was sent in during a break period, then it gets approved. Any proposals sent in after the break period are denied. The presentation for your thesis is scheduled for three months from now in the Vahumana Lecture Hall at two o’clock sharp. The Dendro Archon will be present alongside the Vahumana Sage and the Grand Sage. Be prepared to answer any and all questions from all of them.” 

“Yeah yeah yeah,” you waved him off dismissively, “I already received that info in my mailbox.” 

Three months from now… Did you have anything planned for that day? You thought it over. 

“Shit.” You muttered.

“Something wrong?” Alhaitham questioned, his arms crossing over his chest. 

“My hometown has its annual food festival that week… Ah, well, there’s always next year.” It still stung, though. It would be the first time you missed it. “Besides, I’ll be home for Weinlesefest, so that should be enough.” 

Your parents would be upset, but they’d understand. Your thesis was a big deal, after all. As long as you were home for Weinlesefest, you knew they wouldn’t mind you missing out on Dornman Port’s annual food fest. 

You stood up and grabbed your bag. “Well, I should pack. And mail my letter before I leave.�� 

“I’ll be stopping off at Port Ormos later. I can mail it for you.” Alhaitham offered. 

Although he didn’t show it, Alhaitham was kind. This was something you had to learn the hard way after a few misunderstandings. He had his own way of showing kindness, and it was often through his actions rather than his words. 

“Really? That’d be awesome! I have so much to do before I leave, I was beginning to think I wouldn’t be able to make it to the mailing office.” You dug through your bag and pulled out a letter, handing it to him. 

His eyes scanned the envelope, his brow raising slightly in surprise. He shot you a knowing look, but he didn’t pry. 

“Thanks, Scribe!” 

“Alhaitham.” He corrected, nodding curtly before taking his leave. 

You smiled as you watched him go. Friendship with the scribe: secured! 

The boat ride home to Dornman Port was long and grueling, but the crew was friendly and had a good sense of humor. You found yourself making a few new friends in unexpected places. 

The soft breeze of eternal Spring shifted to a biting chill in the air as the boat neared your beloved hometown. The wind whipped violently, howling like the infamous Wolf King of Wolvendom. 

Up North, the winds were harsher and colder. There was a legend in your hometown— that a god ruling over this section of land during the Archon War had died with many regrets, and therefore, cursed the land with a wintry wind that would never cease. 

Whether or not that had been true was a mystery. The god’s name was long forgotten from Mondstadt, and so too was their legacy. The only person who could possibly provide evidence to those events would be the Anemo Archon himself. 

The boat docked and the sailors let out heavy sighs of relief. One clapped you on the back cheerfully. 

“How’s it feel to be home?” He questioned, a big smile on his face as he kicked a wooden plank onto the docks. 

You smiled, inhaling the cold air you missed oh so much. The same air that you had been longing to feel on your skin for months. 

“Good… great, actually!” you answered, thanking him as he helped you off the boat. 

You looked around, taking in the sight of the familiar bustling port with navy rooftops and tightly packed houses. Lanterns were strung between lampposts, ornate garland hung from the sides of houses and wrapped around streetlights. Market stalls occupied every corner, accompanied by the occasional yell of a merchant trying to sell their wares. 

Dandelions were blown up into the air as children roamed the streets, waving around wooden swords and weaving between adults’ legs. A stray dog followed behind the group, barking happily. 

The sweet tune of a lyre and a flute rang in your ears from a distance, and you quickly realized it was that same familiar Dornman lullaby that all Mondstadtians knew by heart— specifically those of you born in the far North. The song was soothing and nostalgic to your ears, opening the floodgates to a whole range of memories from your childhood. 

You inhaled the biting air again, this time with your eyes closed. “Yeah… it’s more than great to be home.” 

The sailors bid you farewell, claiming they’d see you again once you returned to Sumeru. Enthusiastically giving them your goodbyes, you watched as they loaded trade goods onto their ship before taking your leave. 

Dornman was exactly how you left it: serene yet lively. 

You stopped to chat with a few of the elders, greeting them excitedly. They asked about your studies, how your thesis was coming along, and wished you luck in your future endeavors. 

Passing by a group of kids you swore were only a few apples tall the last time you saw them, they called out to you and asked if you brought any souvenirs back for them. Showing them your empty hands, they began to pout and call you old as you playfully threatened to kick their asses. 

They ran away giggling, pretending to scream at the ‘scary monster they provoked.’ 

Shaking your head with a smile, you continued on your walk home, greeting other familiar faces as you did so.

Tucked away behind a few hills and farther from the main streets of the port, was your parents’ house. Seeing the same, old rickety wooden gate still standing tall was a surprise. You could’ve sworn that thing had fallen by now, but it was still here, on its last leg. 

The eager barking of two dogs could be heard as you unlocked the gate and walked up the stone path. Spotting the beds of flowers outside the windows, you smiled. It seemed as though your father had been participating in his yearly flower competition again with the old ladies that lived just down the road. 

You leaned down to take in the smell of the fresh cecilias, your favorite. 

The old door of your home hadn’t changed, and the decorative basket of flowers hanging from the front hadn’t either. You picked up the handle of the dove doorknocker and waited, listening as the sounds of barking got louder and louder. 

A series of locks clicked before the door swung open and two black and brown dogs came tumbling out, knocking you onto the stone path. You laughed as they licked your face, excited for your return. 

“Millie! Hashbrown!” You hugged each of them, placing kisses on their heads before you stood back up. 

Your father embraced you, hugging you tightly. You returned the hug, smiling as you pulled away. He took your bags from you and ushered you inside, claiming your mother had baked a few pies to celebrate your return home. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent catching up with your family, telling them all about your studies in the Akademiya and your long trip in Natlan. You told them about Kinich, a man from the Scions of the Canopy. 

That’s when your mother sent you a knowing look. Nothing ever escaped her know, especially when it had to do with crushes. You assumed it was because of that rumored sixth sense that all mothers possessed. Or maybe the smile on your face as you talked about Kinich was just too obvious. 

You told them how you and Kinich wrote letters to each other as much as you could, though it was getting harder for you to keep that up when exams had rolled around. 

“Speaking of mail,” your father interrupted, standing up, “we received a letter a few hours ago from a ‘Kinich.’” 

He handed you the envelope and you snatched it from his hands, ignoring the way he snickered at you as you did so. He took another sip of his beer and sighed. 

“Oh, and there was a package too!” He rummaged around on the kitchen table before handing you a tightly wrapped package. 

Confused, you took it. You had no idea what could even be inside it, but assuming it had arrived at the same time as Kinich’s letter, you guessed it was from him. Your mother stood up. 

“Let’s give them some privacy, dear.” She patted your father’s chest and ushered your siblings out of the room before sending you a wink. 

You rolled your eyes and opened the envelope, smiling absentmindedly at Kinich’s somewhat messy handwriting and the complete scribbles at the bottom of the page that were nearly indecipherable. Judging by the chicken scratch, you deduced the last message had been from Ajaw. 

You ripped open the package and set aside the note. Inside was a handmade blanket with a small note that claimed it was made by the Flower Feather Clan. 

You admired the swirling designs and hugged it to your chest. So he had remembered how much you loved blankets. Receiving such a high quality gift meant the world to you, as did the thought of him going to such lengths to have it handmade just for you. 

Digging through to the bottom of the box, you found a neatly wrapped vintage bottle of Dandelion Wine, silently cheering. You’d enjoy this with your family during the rest of the festival.

One last item sat at the bottom, so small you almost overlooked it. Pulling it out, you slipped it out of the velvet bag it was in and your jaw dropped. A gold necklace with purple and blue crystals fell into your palm, cold to the touch. 

Based on the fine craftsmanship, you could tell it had been crafted by a blacksmith from the Children of Echoes, and the crystals had been from the Masters of the Night Wind. 

Kinich really didn’t have to get you all this. Was there some sort of special occasion, or had he just wanted to send you gifts? You weren’t sure, but you were already thinking of some Mondstadt specialties you could send him in return. 

Heading up to your bedroom, you placed the gifts on your bed and grabbed a piece of paper from your desk. You sat down near the windowsill and unclasped the latch, pushing your window open. A cold breeze wafted inside, the scent of dandelions invading your room. The wind chimes hanging from your window sang in the wind, their sound comforting to your ears. 

You began to write. 

Dear Kinich, 

Thank you for all your thoughtful gifts!! Based on the fact you mentioned Klaus in your letter, I’m guessing you bought the Dandelion Wine off him, didn’t you? 

Pass on my regards to him! Möge der Wind dich beschützen! 

Weinlesefest has officially kicked off! Unfortunately, I missed the opening ceremony in the city, but tomorrow we’ll be opening the wines in my hometown! At least I haven’t missed that! The opening of the wines is the most important part of Weinlesefest, as it honors Lord Barbatos. 

My family is doing great as ever! Same old, same old, honestly. I’ll be seeing my grandparents in a few days, as my family will be taking a trip to the city to celebrate the festival with them! Unfortunately, I have to go back to the Akademiya in a week to continue my studies and refine my thesis per the Scribe’s suggestions. I wish I could be home longer, but school is school :( 

I’m glad to hear everything has blown over somewhat smoothly and all of you are safe. I can’t imagine everything you’ve had to witness, but I’ll offer up prayers of my own for the fallen (is that okay? That isn’t insensitive right…? Please tell me if it is). 

I hope the healing and rebuilding is going smoothly. If I was there, I would help in a heartbeat. Oh! I have an architect acquaintance in Sumeru! Maybe he and his team could help…? Say the word, and I’ll request his help! 

NO, I think I would melt into a puddle if I ever even stepped FOOT into those hot springs… Sorry Mualani, but I’m good… I’d rather stay in the brisk trees of the Scions of the Canopy.

Thank you once again for the gifts. I’ll cherish them. 

Mögen die Feuer von Natlan immer brennen. 

Sincerely, 

(Name) 

P.S. I’ll return back safely to you, Ajaw. Don’t worry! :)

notes: including all the german words were sm fun to do bc i'm german (not too familiar with the language but i'm in the process of learning!) and i am a firm believer that teyvat has their own languages, and dialects within those languages. some translations: danke = thank you, tschüss = goodbye, Möge der Wind dich beschützen = may the wind protect you, Mögen die Feuer von Natlan immer brennen = may the fires of natlan stay ever burning

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[fraternum-momentum]

This is so so stupid but I got very happy when I read in your strawpage you are from 2003 too, I've lurking around seeing your art ever since DOL caught my eye and you're one of my favourite artists so having that bit in common is cool! I also love your DOL designs, especially Kylar's and Whitney's but the fave gotta be your PC she's so pretty! Seeing your fanarts keeps tempting me into posting dol art of my own so if I ever draw dol I'll draw our wet cat (Kylar) together >:)

Also if you haven't played Fields of Mistria or Homicipher I definitely recommend them! The first one is similar to Stardew Valley in the sense you're a farmer, you can decorate your house and romance any of the bachelors/bachelorettes but this one is more fantasy-like and the artstyle reminds me of 80s anime and Sailor Moon. The second came out recently and I haven't played it yet but I saw the trailer and some fanarts; you wake up in a terrifying unknown world where you have to survive and the romance options are very creepy men, one of the appeals of this one is trying to learn the world's language, it looks fun

Wish you a nice weekend! PS: Is it ok to follow you if I like South Park? I know DOL is darker when it comes to sexual stuff but just in case I prefer to ask boundaries

HELL YEAA '03 BABIESS 🤝🤝 ngl that dol era was probably peak bc i was fucking around with a lot of my mooties and just interacting with the fandom in general, it was so funnnn :3 and ky and whit r probably the most popular ones out of the 4 school li's (designwise my favs r still my fallen syds bc pretty) so understandable (⌒_⌒)d

but thats insane that u find my pc pretty bc thats probably the most boring, most generic looking self insert ever 😭😭😭😭 so many people have cooler looking pcs out there so im flattered that u like mine 😭😭😭 ??????? for some reason 😭 ??????????

and you totally should !!!! (if u want to of course) despite me not posting as much dol as i used to i still love seeing dol fanart !! but do whatevr ur heart desiresss and no pressure :3

and i've actually been following the development of fields of mistria ever since i saw march in my twt feed !! i just want to wait for the full release so i dont have to keep repeating playthroughs n stuff (its the same with hades 2, i just tried out the beta test bc its free so i went why not lmao)

OKAY. I KNOW i said im gonna play homicipher but like,,,,,,,,, this is def just a me thing but when everyone keeps saying to play this thing or watch this thing (arcane,,,, homicipher,,,) it just disincentivises me to do it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 especially when i know im gonna like the thing. IDK WHY,,,, maybe its kinda like the same philosophy as someone telling u to do the dishes when ur alr on ur way to do the dishes and like ok i dont want to do it anymore ?? idkkk its weirdd

Re: P.S. you can follow me from whatever fandom ur in ! as long as youre not a minor and u have either 'adult' or your age in bio then its all good

SORRY I WAS KINDA CONFUSED AS TO WHO U WERE TALKING ABT I THOUGHT IT WAS THE HORSE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i think u meant celia from tpof :3 ? that's probably one of my favorite drawings ive done ! i dont remember how i did it anymore thou,,,,,,,,

AND YEAA!!! i used to be an infamous irumatsu shipper back when i was active on my main on insta ! my silly lesbiabs,,,,,,,,,, they r everything to me,,,, my favorite chara is shuichi tho ♡

CATCHING UP WITH LORE 😭😭 U DONT HAVE TO DO ALL THAT,,, u arent missing out on much dw 😭 ty tho,,

weirdly enough i never got into creepypastas. i def stumbled into them from time to time like slenderman, jeff the killer, ben drowned n shit but i think ever since i got scared shitless by the smiledog.jpeg (??) i never stepped my foot into creepypasta territory ever again 😭😭😭😭😭 ok i like horror but im really really bad with jumpscares and suspence and stuff. i get scared easily orz,,

ive heard of it ! seen a lot of (really insane) fanart for it !! havent played it tho but i like some of the designs :3 i keep seeing the guy with the horns? malleus ? hes cute,, well tbh all of them r cute so its a hard choice

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Pat McAfee on his ESPN talk show really sticks it to Harold for the Espy Award by u/Von_und_zu_

Pat McAfee on his ESPN talk show really sticks it to Harold for the Espy Award In case anyone still wonders what ordinary Americans think about Harold, here you go. Pat is a former NFL player and is, in my opinion, represents rather well the views of mainstream and everyday Americans. Link to the videohttps://www.dailymail.co.uk/video/sport/video-3221775/Video-McAfee-disapproves-Prince-Harry-receiving-Pat-Tilman-Award-ESPYS.html​https://preview.redd.it/t5bsu61cse9d1.png?width=1042&format=png&auto=webp&s=fac9c06059f9ddd092f97f82b665d747c025d7f9Here is the DM article that goes with it. https://ift.tt/ak4OWdt lot of conversation about Pat Tillman's name. American hero... Now there’s an award named after him, as there should be in the sports world because that is somebody who is the definition of selfless,' McAfee said at first. 'It's going to Prince Harry, who I don't even think is a prince anymore... He said don't call me that,' McAfee then quipped in a subtle dig at King Charles' estranged son, later adding: 'See, why does the ESPYS do this sh*t?'After 'Boston Connor' - a member of the cast on the Pat McAfee Show - described Prince Harry's nomination for the award as 'probably the most embarrassing thing I've seen in my entire life,' McAfee questioned whether the ESPY Awards' committee even did its homework on its candidate search in the first place.'When you do something like this, you know the immediate reaction from humans and sports fans and like people with common sense and brains is going to be like ''Hey, don't be putting our f***ing guy with that guy,' McAfee said before sharing his perception of Prince Harry, who founded The Invictus Games and served in the British Army.'I don't know anything about him except for the South Park episode and what I've learned from the Crown. 'But like did his people know like ''you publicly put me up for this award. You're just asking basically ever person that considers themselves American and saying ''this is bulls***'''. Especially at a sports award type of thing... I assume he knew that. They didn't expect that?'**A second member of McAfee's cast on-air - Ty Schmitt- also added fuel to the fire on Friday, calling the ESPYS Awards 'a gimmick.''It's like you couldn't find an active US military member or someone who can't serve anymore because of something they did while serving, Schmitt further said. 'There are probably hundreds, if not thousands of people who they could have found who could have benefitted from this award. But instead let's give it to Prince Harry...' Replying to his buddy's point McAfee suggested to just 'make up' an award for Prince Harry. 'How about it's like ESPY for royal family member who doesn't want to be called ''royal family member'' who loves sports,' he said.​ post link: https://ift.tt/IePjCU0 author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: June 29, 2024 at 02:59AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[swimminginyokohamasrivers]

Ooc: guys this is not related to anything at all.

But i was just thinking about my home! Yknow. The south usa! I love the south. And i really wish it was more accepting of queer people cause tbh? No, i dont wanna move out of the south. Its where i grew up and its where i got my accent from and its where i learned everything i know. Like... guys the answer for southern queer ppl is NOT to leave the south. I promise you.

I promise you that is not the answer. The thing we should do is fight for better queer rights there, too...

Also if i get one more sweet home alabama joke made to me i swear to god. Please please please please stop guys....

Also omg. Next time i get mocked for my southern accent ill cry i cant do this anymore yall. Who cares if i say "caint" instead of "cant"... who cares...who cares if i drop letters..

Giggling woukd it be funny if i started typing in my southern accent... would that be funny...

Anyway ask me questions abouts southern usa stuff because. Well. Because i love where i grow up and it actually means so much to me i swear... :( yes it has its downsides but i love it. I love it anyway.

ALSO. I always giggle when i hear bless your heart cause guys. Guys guys guys.... someppl dont quiiiite get the difference between "bless your heart (youre so sweet ily)" and "bless your heart (GOD YOU ARE SO STUPID.)" And it makes me giggle...

Oh and also also. Oops im kinda just yapping. Yall can ignore this ong but anyway. So. Southern ppl sometimes talk with a lot of nuance behind their words. Like they sometimes just do NOT say things how they mean them because. Manners are real big, yknow? Southern hospitality and all that... so i sometimes forget people cant tell that when i say "oh i dunno..." abt something im usually trying to politely decline.. sobs.. this is common with ppl i know irl i swear to you guys i swear...

@kijimha you might be the only person interested in this in the slightest... (PLEASE LET THE @ WORK THIS TIME BRO)

[jaysficarchive]

Villain's Wife Support Group

Chapter 1: Initiation

Synopsis: The wives of some of the most infamous villains in the world meet every Wednesday to share stories, give updates, and talk about love on the wrong side of the law.

Relationship(s): Various

Warning(s): Mention of SA, mention of child murder

Tag list: @floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @mayameanderings

"Hello, ladies, and thank you all for coming."

A group of women exchanged "Hello"s either taking or adjusting their seats. Most of them were older, a few young faces in the crowd. One could tell a bit of their personalities just from looking at the choices in decor.

People from all different parts of the country gathered in front of their computers for one purpose: a common type of spouse.

"Welcome, everyone," a small, round woman with dark brown skin and short black hair spoke. Dressed in a silky robe lined with fur, it was easily to tell she was relaxing after a long day at work. "My name is Christine. I'm the founder of this group."

Some of the others waved at her while others said hellos. The positive reception pleased Christine.

"This is initiation day where we basically introduce ourselves, talk about what we do for a living, maybe a little bit about ourselves then introduce costumed criminal we're married to."

A simple enough task. These people were just getting to know each other, after all. Making a good first impression was highly encouraged to most, critical to some.

"I'll go first. My name is Christine Chapel. I work as a cabaret performer under the name Belle Holiday, my favorite gemstones are amethysts and pearls, and my husband is the Music Meister."

Another woman with copper brown skin and the same jet black hair spoke next. "I'm Brandice Bivolo. I'm an elementary school teacher and my husband is the Rainbow Raider. A few of my hobbies are metalworking, playing instruments, and calligraphy."

Both her style and the background behind her could easily be described as bohemian, hipster. With all the crystal necklaces and bright, earthy colors of her clothes, it wasn't hard to see why someone like him fell for her.

The other members took turns introducing themselves. A notable face was Marina Lulit, a prominent Floridian socialite and wife of one K'an of Tenochtitlan. If what she said about him being the ruler of an underwater kingdom was true, she probably had lots of stories to tell.

Eve, an older Black woman from the Deep South, was the wife of Hollow, phantom of the railroads. Christine was a big fan of the ostrich feather lamp behind her; and of the overall vibes of her room in general. She must've had some truly wild stories--probably even moreso than her own with Music Meister.

Who could forget the ever gracious Mona Lisa Beauvais. It was for the better she be in this group since her fiance Riddler was still in Arkham. Her room was another's Christine admired--with its mix of old Hollywood and urban aesthetics.

Christine clapped her hands together. "Now that that's done, I'm gonna cut to the chase. This is a support group for all women and femmes who are either married or engaged to villains."

"Let's go over a few ground rules. First, when I say all women and femmes, I mean it. I will not tolerate any bullshit. Second, no child murderers or rapists. Made that very clear in the rules on Facebook. Lastly, be respectful about each other's tastes. We already deal with enough shaming from the media."

The other members nodded along in agreement, some even mumbling their support of Christine's ground rules.

"Anymore questions?" Christine looked around.

"When do we meet?" Brandice asked.

"We meet every Wednesday," Christine replied. "Make sure to let me know if you can't make it to a meeting ahead of time."

"What are we gonna do in this group?" Marina asked. "I mean, I know this ain't a club but we gotta do something fun every once in a while."

She's right, Christine said to herself. No one would want to spend the whole time moping and telling stories. "I do plan on having some events including a girls trip. Nothing concrete yet, of course."

After a few more questions and another run down of things, the members all exchanged goodbyes before going their separate ways.

Alone, Christine gently closed the computer. It was just her in a large, luxurious house. Sighing, she headed to the kitchen for a drink. Usually the house would be filled with the sounds of Music Meister playing his piano or singing to his favorite songs. Christine would join in, maybe even dance along to his voice.

Today, only silence. Just a few hours ago, Christine went through the worst moment of her life since the car accident--the trial of her husband. It wasn't being alone that distressed her; rather the amount of attention she got. In the span of a few hours, she went from a private citizen to having cameras and microphones in her face as she left the Gotham City Courthouse.

Heaven knows what they'd say about her and her relationship. All the wrongful insinuations, false narratives, invasive questions.

These were about to be the longest three years ever.

[kontextmaschine]

Like, I'll totally agree that California NIMBYs are ridiculous and have committed the state to a poorly chosen path, but I don't think you guys appreciate how very explicitly central "a civilization where everyone lives in a small-town environment with direct exposure to undeveloped nature" has been to the California Dream

Like before even the postwar Golden Age buildout under Gov. Brown the Elder that really instantiated this suburban paradise, the prewar boom of LA was very commonly framed – embraced by boosters to draw more residents – in terms of a job-rich city that uniquely didn't have "slum" housing.

(You don't even hear about "slum clearance" – the postwar practice of demolishing blocks at a time and giving the former residents intentions of something better that much anymore, but large areas of downtown-adjacent land in American cities was hyper-dense and low quality tenements or often formerly comfortable-class housing that had been subdivided all to hell)

California had an idiom for "life at high residential density" – the crowded, warrenlike Chinatowns of LA and especially SF since the Gold Rush, chaotically full of improvised enterprise, drug addiction, and murderous gang violence!

In the early 1980s, Long Beach – the industrialized working class shore to the south of LA, kind of its Queens, was like "ha-HA, we have filled this wonderful location at low bungalow density, time to upzone so as to keep this a functional area for working-class life!"

Of course the thing is the 1980s in Southern California went on to feature a massive illegal immigration wave (Cheech Marin's 1987 Born in East L.A. is called that because it's about an American-born bilingual Mexican Angelino experiencing this) which often landed in Long Beach AND the crack- and gang- heavy nadir of South LA-area Black communities.

Which is to say, in actual historical precedent that informs cultural sentiment, dense housing in California (let's talk *Oakland*) consistently means "the white average-Joe neighborhood becomes overrun with inscrutable, addiction-riven, gang-murderous Others"

And the whole environmental stuff – there's a clear line from John Muir and the Sierra Club through Paul Erlich and The Population Bomb to the Bay Area types who want to cap tech jobs or the people who worry about water (or road!) use coming from new development that the way to keep properly stewarding the land without exhausting finite resources was to limit population.

You can work racial or wevs angles too, a lot of the West Coast issues with natives and Chinese workers came from the way that the coast's founding culture really came from a "Free Soil" philosophy, common among smallholders and "mechanics" in the (then-"West"), one of the two strains that went into the Republican anti-slavery stance along Boston moralism (New York, as the major port city of an international economy powered by cotton, was fairly pro-Confederate), that this was supposed to be a country to enable white men's ability to establish self-sufficient petty dynasties of their own, and that indulging all this nonwhite work – creating a national economy oriented around slave-produced agricultural exports rather than white artisan industrial development, Pacific landowners recruiting natives or Chinese in a labor shortage rather than letting white wages rise so the workers could establish their pioneer fortunes – were, fundamentally, taking their jerbs.

And the pastoralism! This was the pleasant climate where the ranch house really blew up, integrating the outdoors and living area. Backyards – and home gardens – were key.

(In a LOT of ways Portland as I came to it at the dawn of the 2010s suddenly reminded me of things I had read about midcentury LA far closer than the one I saw in the 2000s)

Pete Seeger in 1963, "little boxes made of ticky tacky", Joni Mitchell in 1970, "paved paradise and put up a parking lot", these were laments for greenfield development coming before the activist-driven 1970s downzonings that saw that greenfield development was the ONLY way for California to add housing.

[weirdcoresouthpark]

Hey what is up with other world travels if you dont mind me asking? Or whatever the hell is going on-

GARY: Oh! Well, im not an Oddity myself, so im not really the best person to ask

GARY: I dont know how it all works for them, nor do I know how to do it without some form of help

GARY: But i do know all the different types of ways Oddities can go about it

GARY: The two most common (at least for an oddity, rare for us) are Mirror Travel and No Clipping

GARY: But to my limited knowledge, No Clipping hurts way more for the Oddity

GARY: We can No Clip too, but its extremly rare if you dont have any sort of help

GARY: Many people have documents on this sort of thing, I dont remember the exact name of what people call it, though

GARY: You can even go to other worlds with certain types of consumables (The most common being...Mushrooms)

GARY: There were also people at Mcdonalds who unlocked interdimensional travel on pure accident

GARY: It was a trend for a while, but McDonalds couldnt sell this drino anymore after all the missing kid posters came up

GARY: (It was pretty disappointing to me, I really wanted to try the shake before I got...yknow)

GARY: You could also travel va tvs, computers, or even dreams! Its a common way, actually, remember that one weird dream you had once?

GARY: You traveled to another world without even knowing!

GARY: Some people try to do it purposefully, but its harder if you try, Oddities like mystery

GARY: (At least to my understanding?)

KYLE: Gary, Ive got a few questions

GARY: Okay, Shoot!

KYLE: Whats an Oddity?

GARY: Weird of the world, at least thats what one of them told me!

GARY: Theyre responsible for the annomiles, good or bad

STAN: So, if by chance were to mysteriously go missing...

GARY: Yep! Then they'd be the cause!

GARY: But if youre trying to find out about the missing kids situation, I suggest talking to the rats?

KENNY: Where are the rats?

GARY: Theyd most likely be in some type of abandoned building in south park

GARY: Try looking for the old Kfc

CARTMAN: Okay; I think I speak for everyone for when I say

CARTMAN: That is the biggest piece of nonsense ive ever heard

KYLE: Cartman, we dont exactly have many options here

KYLE: Garys our only lead right now

CARTMAN: You guys can get sucked into this nonsense, but Im gonna watch Terrance and Phillip without you

CARTMAN: Sceeeeeerew you guys

CARTMAN: Im goin home!

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵 Disco Elysium, pt. 1

6. "I don't need much. This sounds just fine."

WASHERWOMAN - "An uncomplicated man," she nods approvingly. "I take it that means you're interested?"

"You got yourself a tenant!" (Get keys to your new home.)

"No, I don't want a free room, it's not proper." (Stay at Whirling-in-Rags.)

WASHERWOMAN - "Don't make an old woman regret opening her house to the police." A key appears from under her apron. She hands it to you.

Item gained: Key to the shack on the coast

KIM KITSURAGI - "Well, if you're not in the hostel in the morning, I'll know where to find you." He looks around and adds: "Here. In a shack."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He's a little relieved you're no longer in that room.

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - Should he? This environment encourages one thing and one thing only -- drinking.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Finally you have those *lamos* of Martinaise off your back, bratan. This looks like a great place to bring chicks.

More importantly, we no longer have to scrounge up the money for lodging every night.

"What is in this fishing village?"

"What's further down the coast?"

"Tell me about yourself. Who exactly are you here?"

"Goodbye, I'm off." [Leave.]

WASHERWOMAN - "Just us." She sounds tired. "It's barely a village anymore. We... *almost* don't exist."

"What do you mean?"

WASHERWOMAN - "This is pretty much a non-place." She grins. "A gap. A blank spot on the map, just a cluster of nameless shacks on a nameless street."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - The place is so pornographically poor it's not even funny.

"This place is pornographically poor."

"There's got to be *something* here. Tell me."

"Who else lives in this... village?"

"Is there a way to make a little money around here?"

"Alright, there's another topic I'd like to address."

WASHERWOMAN - "The lack of wealth is the one thing we've got in abundance." The woman smiles cryptically.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - It's a cold, cynical smile.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Riddles," the lieutenant marks dryly and looks around. "Fits with the general *ambience* here."

WASHERWOMAN - "Aye." Her eyes grow wide with glee. "Sometimes it's as though I've also gotten lost inside this nameless nothing."

"I'm lost too."

"I'd really rather go back to talking about the village."

WASHERWOMAN - "Oh?" Her expression betrays curiosity. "It seems to be a common theme these days."

"I think I'm in the process of finding myself again."

"Maybe I should stay lost. Just move here and... disappear completely."

"I'd really rather go back to talking about the village."

WASHERWOMAN - "Isn't that what people always think when they're lost?" A fleeting smirk runs across her lips. "Something *I* can do to help you find your way, officer?"

"There's got to be *something* here. Tell me."

WASHERWOMAN - She waves her hand southwest. "Over there you can find... more of the same. Shacks and trees growing wild. That's the Pox."

"The Pox? What's that?"

WASHERWOMAN - "An old military hospital and its surroundings." She looks toward the buildings to the south. "Or it used to be, during the time of the Suzerain."

"After the war it was turned into a goodwill hospital for shell-shocked veterans and folks looking for some quiet in the old sanatorium gardens."

"Now the area is criss-crossed with nameless streets and makeshift cinderblock houses. Shacks as far as the eye can see."

"What happened to the hospital?"

WASHERWOMAN - "The good will ran out." She tightens the scarf around her neck. "The staff left and the place was shut down. It's long gone by now."

3. "Who else lives in this... village?"

WASHERWOMAN - "Well, there's Lilienne and her kids. A few new folks live in the house to the east." She nods her head across the courtyard. "But they're away right now."

"And then there's the drunks..." She sighs. "Not a pretty sight, but there's little we can do about it. Home is home, even for them."

"Who, what drunks?"

"I'm not really interested in town drunks, thanks."

WASHERWOMAN - "Sooner or later you'll see for yourself." She slowly shakes her head. "Don't have to look long to find these guys."

4. "Is there a way to make a little money around here?"

WASHERWOMAN - "Here? For you?" She lets out a dry chortle. "No, officer. The only money we have here is some coins the drunks tried hiding from their women -- and then forgot about."

SAVOIR FAIRE [Easy: Success] - Under carts, boats, in little boxes. It's not hard to find.

5. "Alright, there's another topic I'd like to address."

WASHERWOMAN - She nods, rinsing another piece of cloth.

2. "What's further down the coast?"

WASHERWOMAN - "Not much..." She replies and wipes her forehead. "There's the abandoned church -- the Dolorian Church of Humanity. It's been there since before my time even."

"Why is it abandoned?"

WASHERWOMAN - "Some things just don't *fly*, officer." She smiles a gap-toothed smile and smells the air. "Look around. Who'd go to church here? They built it three hundred years ago, must have been nicer then..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "So they don't hold services there anymore? The Ecclesiastes?"

WASHERWOMAN - "No. They've tried, but things just keep happening. Crime. *Accidents*. Other things. The place never stays open." She frowns. "It's a pity. It used to be such a nice church."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - She's not telling you all she knows. Keep her talking.

"I get the feeling you're leaving stuff out. What else is going on?"

"What else is on down coast?"

"Okay, thanks, I've heard enough."

WASHERWOMAN - "Well, there's that music. Music from across the sea." She scoffs. "It started a few days ago and now it's blasting, even through the nights."

"And now *suspicious*-looking people are sneaking around the church. I don't like that."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Interesting. You could look into this *ruckus*, if you have the time.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - Perhaps the mysterious music is somehow connected to the case? A rusálka, or a half-demonic *apsara*, singing...

"What else is on down coast?"

WASHERWOMAN - "Before you get to the church, there's some ruins -- an apartment complex, or some kind of electrical plant... Run down bunch of houses, empty."

"Which is it then? Apartments or electrical plant?"

"Anything else of note?"

WASHERWOMAN - "I don't know exactly. A pre-war place. It used to be something." She shrugs. "Before the war. I wasn't here then, you know. Was born in Samara."

"Anything else of note?"

WASHERWOMAN - "Of note? The old fishmarket up on the boardwalk. But it's closed."

"Who'd want to come to a fishmarket here?"

"That's it? There's got to be more along the coast."

"Alright. Got it."

WASHERWOMAN - "No one, that's why it's closed." After a long pause, she adds, "It was once a bustling place, back when I was young and so was everyone else..."

"Now what catch we *do* bring in goes straight into a lorry for the Delta or somewhere else."

"That's it? There's got to be more along the coast."

WASHERWOMAN - "What, you're one of those real-estate people with big plans? If you want a development opportunity, you can check out the abandoned building over at Land's End."

"Used to be a supply depot… we think. Sending goods and ammo across the bay. It's jammed shut, though. We tried to get in, see if there was anything to sell or scavenge, but it's impossible."

"And now you know everything there is to know about this coast." She drops a bar of soap into the bucket with a splash.

3. "Tell me about yourself. Who exactly are you here?"

WASHERWOMAN - "Me? No one. Just an old washerwoman. Mother called me Isobel, if that's what you're asking. And my married name is Sadie."

"Now it's your turn, mister…?"

[tabby-shieldmaiden]

Anyways, now that this isn’t a hot topic anymore, can I say that I don’t think the framing of “cops and nurses were all school bullies” was very useful as far as criticism of systemic issues went. Largely because it framed the issue as a matter of people’s personal moral character, ie a personal issue. Rather than a systemic issue of certain jobs which allow for people to have large amounts of power over vulnerable populations, which will lead to abuse because of the imbalance of power. Regardless of what position the person held in the social pecking order when they were in school.

In addition, I know there was a certain amount of pushback towards people criticising ex: nurses via saying that it was misogynistic for them to do so. With the common response being that 1) being a female-dominated field does not prevent abuse from being carried out because of the position of power they hold over patients and 2) a lot of these posts were disabled people talking about medical abuse. And I agree.

What I would like to add though is that while it is important to talk about medical abuse and the ways in which systemic abuse is allowed to be perpetuated, the line of thinking that “cops are former male bullies and nurses are former female bullies” is still sexist. Firstly because this is essentially “policing is for he/hims and nursing is for she/hers”, which I feel is capitulating on gender stereotypes in addition to obscuring the true causes of abusive behaviours among police officers/medical practitioners (two different groups of people who need to be analysed differently in any case, regardless of gender).

Secondly because I feel like to a certain degree, a double standard was kind of held up. As in, I saw people who were totally willing to talk about the systemic abuses nurses and such carried out, who also tended to derail conversations about ex: the American military with discussions about how men in the American military are victims to the system, at the expense of people who are from or have family roots from the countries which had been attacked by the USA talking about the oppression they faced*. Which I feel is sexist in 1) the way people entering male-dominated fields tend to be afforded a certain level of innocence to their decisions in a way those entering pink-collar fields were not. And 2) more effort was afforded to analysing the US military as a system than say healthcare, which at that point was largely framed as an issue of personal misbehaviour.

*I think there’s also something to be said about how a lot of it is the result of US-centrism/Global North centrism too. With people tending to view citizens of their countries with more sympathy than the people of the Global South these veterans were sent out to kill. In addition, the predominant image of a nurse used in a lot of the hypotheticals was of a middle-class white woman. Which does come with its own baggage and is important to talk about (white supremacy and classism is a real issue in healthcare, and its workers are all capable of perpetuating that). I feel like something worth bringing up though, is the fact that a lot of nurses in the modern day have working-class backgrounds, in particular working-class women from Global South nations. This is not to say that abuse can’t be carried out by these women. But I feel like the fact that the existence of such women tends to be rendered invisible in favour of the figure of the middle class white woman nurse does speak to a lack of care in these discussions to talk about systemic issues in nursing and how it leads to the perpetuation of abuse. Especially in comparison to the US military veterans, who often did have people talking about the systemic factors that play into their decision to enlist in the army. And that does speak to the double standard at play here.

[echoesofadream]

lol i don't mean they learned everything about misogyny from the west, i just meant it wasn't brought up much before they interacted more with the west. they obviously learned more about it in korea and feminists in korea. not saying the feminism movement isn't a movement there. i'm from the east, specifically india, which i've noticed is culturally similar in many ways to korea, i know feminism is a thing here and we don't learn feminism from westerners. just that some of us don't become aware of it so much until some interaction with the west where it's brought up all the time, like myself and my family. until i started becoming involved in political communities on the internet and learned about the misogyny prevalent in the west, i assumed this was the standard in the west simply because i became so aware of it because of the west.

sorry, ranting a bit because i saw @kpoplesbianism in the notes of my first ask say i was hinting that easterners learn about problematic stuff from the west, and that was xenophobia, and no. absolutely not. i am not xenophobic against my own fucking people. and i never said asian people or anyone from the east only learns about stuff from the fucking west. our own feminist movements have always been here, and have especially grown quite a lot in the last few years. i was talking from my own experience, and referring only to those of us wh happened to be made aware by the west. i was referring specifically to bts, due to the timeline of them becoming aware of their past misogyny aligning with them gaining more fans in the west who noticed it and were great enough in number to bring it to their attention.

about the rapper misogyny thing, yeah, i agree, since it's so prevalent in rap

I feel a bit weird about being in the middle of this ehh also to clarify I AM from the west so like. not the best person to talk about this? idk maybe because im also not too knowledgable about all this. also idk if this will like notify the user you tagged but if so then.... yeah idk this is a bit awkward um talk to each other instead

that said I think I understand what you mean dont worry. i understand you were only talking about your own experiences, and if bts got most of their backlash from their western audience like you said then ok! like feminism is perhaps (I dont know enough on this im more like speculating) a "bigger" movement here but its also more watered down I feel so its like, pointless that it is anyways. and I think where our opinions differ is when it comes to if we can hold jungkook accountable because I still think he should know better even if I also give him the benefit of doubt that he is clueless on this, not because he is from South Korea but because hes a clueless person lol. we already know he is at best ignorant since he performed at the world cup so.

but I guess what you mean is like, jungkook thinks that in the west you cant openly be misogynistic without so much backlash etc that it wouldnt happen anymore and thats why he blindly trusts even a male rapper to rap about having sex with several women. sure I guess. even thought that'd be stupid of him then sure. like he went "ok I guess thats okay then" but thats not enough of an excuse for me because he should know by his own that that is disgusting and not okay and objectifying like it shouldn't be about what is deemed okay or not it should be his own values and common sense.

[itstheghostofmypast]

Hey babes, what's up? How you doing?

I'm... not that great actually. Grades are coming out, and I didn't do as well as I thought, so now my mom is calling me useless *family trauma go whee*. It's just that there is so much pressure to apply to foreign universities, which always involves having perfect grades, thousands of extracurriculars, fourteen start-ups, and a cure for cancer. I'm writing some fanfics right to kinda vent before I go back to studying...

BUT HOW ARE YOU? I MISSED YOU SMMM

Okay, so, I'm going to get straight to the point. It has been years. No, bloody generations and desi people ways are not going to change, so please don't let that get to you. Okay, so this is how it works, the older you get, the more complicated things become. Your personality, cognitive processing abilities and traits tend to lean towards whatever you are naturally good at- a thing most desi people do not understand (I am not hating on South Asian parents but it is a common trait). Though our parents are often like this because we come from deterministic countries where either being born rich or being smart enough to go abroad is considered as sucessful. Both these approaches are bullshit.

All my life I was the model A* kid of the entire family- you know what that got me in return? Cousins who hated me because their parents used me as an example for EVERYTHING and a childhood that is comprised of no hobbies, likes or dislikes, extracurriculars and actual friends. As I grew older, highschool came and even though I reached peak- my grades did not and boom: *Bloody useless* *God knows what happened to you* *You used to be a model student*.

To some extent I began to do everything to please others, since my grades weren't cutting it out for me anymore- hell I would even agree with what my 'friends' would say, only to be liked again. Gurl, I had people - my own friends- bully me for years, only because I thought, hey at least I have friends. My family wanted me to do engineering - yes, one of the three options all desi kids get. I could have, but at the end even though I got okayish grades enough to get me into an enginneeing college- my mental health was fked.

At the end, three brain docs later I was able to convince my parents how trivial these social pressures were- yes, I am grateful they agreed but even now, sometimes the desi vibes come out.

So, don't let your EXTENDED family or anyone else get to you. Hey, I came back on Tumblr bc writing makes me feel better, even if I PROCRASTINATE WITH THE REQUESTS.

Find a college/university that teaches what YOU WANNA DO- MOST UNIVERSITIES DGAF about what you got in subjects that aren't related to your degree, trust me.

Whatever happens, happens for the best, so- and try, just try to talk to your parents about chilling- or at least cooling down a bit- i know its risky but at least you'll know you tried and trust me, parents do think about things u say in the middle of the night. They are supposed to be your strength.

YOU NEED TO ENJOY THE MOMENT, MAKE IT ABOUT YOU, SCREW EVERYONE ELSE. IF YOU THINK YOU COULD'VE DONE BETTER, THEN YOU'LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME. BC SELF-REALISATION IS WHAT MATTERS. NOT STUPID ASS PAGAL PEOPLE LIKE BRO IM TELLING YOU PPL JUST EXIST TO PULL YOU DOWN AND YOU- Nah bruh you a whole ass bomb and YOU ARE ONE OF THE BRAVEST PEOPLE I HAVE EVER KNOWN. Do whatever you want- as long as it aint illegal or drugs, dont do that- But

F*** the haters

You deserve your peace of mind, everyone does. And family trauma is a part of you, a part that you will one day be able to supress and laugh at, because you know when you grow you wont be asking a kid named Salman or Ajay what grade he got in 4th grade math, you'll be more concered with if he's happy at school.

Ps: I love you, and missed you too and DONT BE SAD ABOUT STUPID IDIOTS- i messed up my last exam too but hey, as long as you and I are able to become GOOD, CIVIL AND USEFUL CITIZENS WHO CARE ABOUT OTHERS AND THE ENVIRONMENT, WHO CARES? NOBODY SHOULD CARE ABOUT WHAT THAT AUNTY OR UNCLE THINKS. PERIOD.

[msclaritea]

https://johnpavlovitz.com/2019/08/16/the-christian-right-is-radicalizing-white-people-i-love/?s=09

The Religious Right and Fox News are Brainwashing People I Love

AUGUST 16, 2019 / JOHN PAVLOVITZ

A year ago I walked into an older relative’s house unannounced. They’d been expecting us that day for lunch, but we’d arrived thirty minutes earlier than we’d planned—so we knocked and walked in.

The small TV on the kitchen counter was playing FoxNews.

When she came down the stairs, almost in the middle of greeting us, my relative walked hurriedly over to the sink, grabbed the remote and turned off the TV—looking like a teenager caught by her parents watching porn.

Suddenly everything made sense. All the dots connected.

During the last couple of years, I noticed this couple changing, but couldn’t quite put my finger on it. They’d become more and more outspoken on things like immigration and women’s reproductive rights and police shootings—surprising me with the intolerance and cruelty of off-the-cuff comments that seemed out of character for them. I questioned whether or not I was just being overly sensitive or projecting my fears unto them.

But after the surprise peek into their viewing habits it was was clear: they were just following the script.

I could rewind over the previous months and see all the alarmist Fox News talking points in their words at family gatherings and on Facebook: open borders letting in floods of rapists, baby-killing Democrats coming to take their guns, terrorist Muslims lurking everywhere, violent black men threatening police at traffic stops.

And looking back I could see that as they found Fox News, they began to lose their religion.

They no longer had much to say about Jesus; about his Matthew Chapter 25 promise that he would be found in “the least of these”—and that we would be defined by the way we treat the poor and the vulnerable and the imprisoned.

They weren’t interested in talking about the way he fed a hillside multitude of thousands, not because they earned or deserved it—but because he was compassionate and because they were hungry. They now just expressed disdain for lazy people wanting handouts.

They never referenced the fact that Jesus’ family fled to Egypt in desperation while he was a newborn, to escape politically-ordered genocide. Instead they preached about law breaking families not “doing it the right way.”

They abandoned any reference to Jesus’ words about kindness or generosity or welcoming strangers or sharing what you had with those who had not—instead, they slowly but quite clearly adopted a bastardized, angry, America First, gun-loving, immigrant-hating, racist white religion that has become the Republican God.

So whether it’s anti-Muslim legislation or LGBTQ hate crimes or migrant kids taken from their parents or children orphaned by mass shooting or President’s fat-shaming protestors—there is always an excuse, always a justification, always a Fox News alternative reality or Franklin Graham tweet to bunker down in.

The same thing has happened in the white people I’ve served in churches here in the South over the last decade. Their social media feeds are increasingly littered with Brietbart fictional pieces about Hillary eating children and wild conspiracy theories about LGBTQ people converting their children.

The change in them has been as stunning in its velocity and stomach-turning in its depths—and the worst part is that I can’t reach them anymore. Before FoxNews, Franklin Graham, and MAGA propaganda, I could meet them in the common ground of our shared faith in Jesus and in the clarity of objective truth. They no longer have use nor tolerance for such things.

The Sermon on the Mount, Jesus’ counter-cultural, counterintuitive manifesto of humility and gentleness and love—has been replaced by venomous, incendiary Sean Hannity propaganda.

The barrier-breaking, table-expanding hospitality of Christ has morphed into sneering Trump rally rant rhetoric about violent illegals and foreign predators and “build that wall” refrains.

These people used to know better. They were good-hearted, generous people who wanted to emulate Jesus. They used to flatly reject bigotry and defended vulnerable communities—and they were people I could count on for rational, level-headed decency.

They once instantly recognized men like Donald Trump as the antithesis of Jesus.

But this is what happens when decent, intelligent people become radicalized: they get polluted by the things they watch and the sermons they sit through and the nonsense they read, and they surround themselves with an echo chamber made of equally-deluded, equally frightened people—until one day they are the religious extremists that they always used to warn you about.

I love my relatives, my former church members, my high school friends and my neighbors—but I grieve what has happened to them. I lament the poisoning of their once soft hearts, the way Jesus has been all but squeezed out of their religion, and I fear that they’ll never fully recover from the alternative narrative that these past three years have written into their brains about the world and about disparate people and about the expansive, lavish, audacious love Jesus calls us to extend.

I only hope these moms and ministers and nurses and schoolteachers and football coaches and favorite relatives get a truer story or meet someone who wakes them up or rediscover Jesus enough that they change the channel, turn off the TV—and find the truth that sets them free:

God is love.

We are our brother’s keeper.

Kindness is the better path.

May it be so.

[gatekeeperwatchman]

Hogwash! Said by Rep. James Comer, (R) Kentucky 1st district “The Democratic Party is Trying to Lead This Country on a Socialist Agenda”

Hogwash!!! Just before the above testimony, statement, or whatever another title you wish to assign to this garbage, House Minority Leader, Kevin McCarthy, said, “The Republican Party is the party of Lincoln”. Again, Hogwash!!! It’s a fact that the Republican Party was born “the Party of Lincoln”, but they ceased being that long ago. McCarthy was disingenuous in his statement just as was Representative Comer in his, “Socialist Agenda”. There may have been a time when McCarthy was a real Republican; but, in my view, all that has changed, just as the party and his colleagues have changed. It isn’t even the party of Ronald Reagan anymore. They have lost track of their roots. 

Lincoln was an “abolitionist”. He also represented the interests of the people. So also did the party; but, after the Civil War, it has evolved into a party of the rich and powerful, the Corporatocracy and Power elite, which it has represented ever since. In my view, it no longer represents the common man. It has only deceived him. Racism was its footstool then; it is its footstool now. Consistent with its globalist agenda, it has even “sucked in” portions of the Democratic Party which used to be the party of the people. You don’t believe it? Just check out the history of the Great Recession and the crash of 2008 triggered by the fraud of Wall Street for which many were fined, but no one was incarcerated.

The Republican Party of today, however, has evolved. It is “absolutist”. From all appearances, our illustrious president has introduced a mafia-type culture into the party and it is now appearing to become, if it hasn’t already, the party of Putin with Trump his man in charge whose strategy is "Divide and Conquer".

Tragically, the American people now supporting the party do not understand what is happening to them and our country as a result. Our democracy is being destroyed in the process. It is even worse than that. If you are willing to look at the whole picture, the whole state of affairs, Our Democracy is under attack on three fronts: One, as we just discussed, it is under attack by the Trump Party (I don’t even want to call it Republican anymore); Two, it is under attack by the Corporatocracy and Power Elite, aka the huge international corporations and the very powerful rich, the 1%, which control our nation through their lobbyists and “big” money; and Three, the severe lack of active and enlightened participation by we the citizenry—far too many of us do not take our responsibilities of democracy seriously. We have become lethargic in our willingness to read, study, and keep abreast of our knowledge of history and current events and it is evident in who and what citizens vote for especially in Florida and the South.

In the overall scheme of things, during my lifetime (and that’s a long time), I have never seen the Republican Party as the party of the people; and now I even question its representation of this nation. It has forsaken the original Republican Party to become a party of hypocrites and bigots, selfishly putting personal agendas and careers ahead of both the party and the nation to follow Trump. The Party has become the party of Trump; and, to be honest, with the people and our nation “sucking hind tit” in the economy. In the meantime, Trump and his family (along with the big corporations and the top one percent of our people, i.e. again, the Corporatocracy and Power elite) are filling their coffers, laughing all the way to the bank to the detriment of our people and our nation. 

One doesn’t have to be a rocket scientist to see and understand what I have just said. It doesn’t take a college degree. It might help, but one doesn’t even need a high school diploma. Just stop, look, and think. Even when they talk, these so-called Republicans look and sound like fools in their insincere defense of Trump's lies and deceit.

 Rep. Comer said (see above), “The Democratic Party is trying to lead this country on a Socialist agenda”. What is Socialism? You may know what it is; or, when you stop to ask yourself and think about it, you may not. Frankly, most people don’t. They couldn’t sit down and write a paragraph about it to save their lives. I know one thing for sure. Over the years, the word has become a pejorative. The minute it is spoken and heard, people become angry, caused by its poor and incompetent governance and abuse in the past. We get mad, we argue, we fight, and the discussion ends. All is lost. So let’s not use this word. We can gain nothing.

We are a nation of three hundred plus million people, each has their own opinion, thus three hundred million ideas. Also, there are always those who go off in their directions; but, given responsible knowledgeable leadership with integrity and reliable information, we can usually arrive at reasonable decisions and get things done. With that in mind, let’s start from there.

First, as indicated above, there may be some exceptions, but Democrats are not “trying to lead this country on a Socialist agenda”. In our nation, the very rich and powerful have been plundering the income and wealth of us the people, slowly reducing the standard of living of the common citizen over the past forty years. Look it up. Google it. The Democrats are just trying to get back our country for the people to whom it belongs and provide them their fair share of the economy. Every able-bodied citizen is entitled to the value of his (or her) productivity. Livable wages on the worth of their products are the right of everyone. Those who for reasons beyond their control are unable to produce should be provided appropriate aid or relief. So also are equal opportunity, quality healthcare, education, and the right to vote the right of everyone. These should be inscribed in our Constitution. A healthy, educated, and prosperous people make for a strong and prosperous nation—call it what you will.

Lastly, our nation is in the condition we find it because of neglect, neglect of the people, and neglect of those who govern us. Democracy by its very definition must have the participation of the people to survive. First, they must vote, in support of which, they must be and stay informed. Mental laziness is the plague of all of us—just some more than others. Also, those who govern us must be honest and govern with integrity, putting the country ahead of party, patriotism, and service ahead of self. Without both of these on an overall basis, democracy will ultimately fail. Dictatorship will inevitably take its place. Failure of loyalty is a prescription for failure. Do not forget those famous words, “United we stand, divided we fall”. From: Steven P. Miller December 13th, 2022 CEO/ Founder of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups Jacksonville, Florida., Duval County, USA. Instagram: steven_parker_miller_1956, Twitter: @GatekeeperWatchman1, @ParkermillerQ, Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/gatekeeperwatchman URL: linkedin.com/in/steven-miller-b1ab21259 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ElderStevenMiller

GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO, #Ephraim1, #IAM, #Sparkermiller,#Eldermiller1981

[scentedchildnacho]

I did make it to harvest church for a benevolence ..

He wanted to know why homeless for a decade

So I told him it's a trash to people where they just kind of leave many disparate problems

So the over crowding and noise kind of moves me all the time to place structural holes...

I notice people leaving a vintage vase people can't use because it isn't cutting edge medicine and it not making them feel very good to not take it to a repurposing and green job training booth

Its mostly management problems leading to apathy to situations like anti immigration in Germany ...its these creepy ladies that can understand Foucault on the inverse and they show up to flash knives at people or talk in gross disturbing ways or just witch every bodies rest time

Wagner they will sometimes just really hit and strike a project with militant ladies that admit they hit their kid with anything around and themselves

Or the men sometimes they drop off these men sometimes that dont care if their ultimate speed bully...and it's again knife threats or beating people up severely like police footage and again stuff to just ruin people's time

The situation is just not managed and it's just very unfair other psychiatrists work with early Alzheimer's and that psychiatrist just dumps pill restraints

So I would travel a lot to find people's missing services...like someone's domestic abuse shelter a 5 hour train ride away....or someone else's camp...even more states away or someone's largely dark men food stop again several states away....

I told him the push to view things as maximal crisis tends to shove homeless into compounds instead of uplifting it's condition as it's come to live

I said kamala is Indian so to her everyone is a tribe.....and that's homelessness...it's a tribe to live for God not for land grants so something about God has to tell me where God is taking people instead of always positions filled in basic functions not really gainful anymore

Tribe of Levi....uhm there is a Vietnamese priest here and it's the south east Asians that will help poor white with things like fishing or lou ows pig roasts

So maybe I can ask him about sacrificing a young cow or calf because it's spirit haunts and persecutes the people here

That beauty of a young cow face all this car crisis is to turn the children especially into perfect smooth sickly forms

There is maybe a scandinavian wealth here that won't stop stalking me with cow veneration....so it's symbol is we get to be here and stop with how boring

Dian fossey did have like followers who worshipped all she taught them so that is maybe the car terrorists at the children

Vaccines?

They are The native Americans and indigenous diaspora doesn't exist....

They do they try to defile me it's not just trying to hurt me they think my lady is of ill repute at the church and attempt defiling

I watched a film called silentium and the nun was like I think I can't join them because I'm a people and this perverted Marxism or flesh is why isn't correct and they were like you don't have to be perfect

Anyway I guess the immigration has been idle sitting in little shops with all this God art in vista California that some sectarians warn is idolatry and can really summon something people think is demonic

I read this book by a Frenchman called you will not have my hate...because it's been trendy I guess for common people to pronounce in famous ways that they will not be seeking reckonings or retribution

So I mean they were placing strange altars by the side of the road about one young man in vista California....

And I think they blame the emigration because they could be stricter and work more about who is coming and going around their districts and have been willing to open walls or ideas they shouldn't have

But I find myself now at meals with black and tan types so others might say I'm never getting managed or getting out of this unfair objectification because the IRA killed an emigrationist that could have helped

Wagner what is all this if people are lewd or wrong restrain them when there are peoples that understand before wall or before CPS

I'm from Wisconsin but they found out that 20 percent of severely abused emigration issues were from the states so something about that type of emigrationist missing from the homeless here and people wanting to leave them on sidewalks and hog tye them like old gay films all just very crude and no one is interested in that