#mongrel mob

[boanerges20]

Mongrel Mob | Motorcycle M.C. | New Zealand

[stupidphototricks]

Roundup of my favorite quotes from Men at Arms. (There are so many. This is after editing it down by at least half.)

And then her gaze met that of a small, non-descript mongrel dog watching her very intently from under a cart. In fact non-descript was not what it was. It was very easy to descript. It looked like halitosis with a wet nose. -- Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

Angua picked out the bottle and looked at the label. "C. M. O. T. Dibbler's Genuine Authentic Soggy Mountain Dew," she read. "He's going to die! It says, 'One hundred and fifty percent proof'!" "Nah, that's just old Dibbler's advertising," said Nobby. "It ain't got no proof. Just circumstantial evidence." -- Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

He liked people who loved and respected books, and the best way to do that, in the Librarian's opinion, was to leave them on the shelves where Nature intended them to be. -- Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

Someone thumped at the door. "That's probably an angry mob right now," said Nobby. Carrot opened the door. "It's not an angry mob," he announced. "Ook." "It's an orangutan carrying a stunned dwarf followed by a troll. But he is quite angry, if that's any help." -- Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

"[H]as there been, in your opinion, an irreparable breakdown of law and order in the city?" "They turned over Throat Dibbler's barrow and made him eat two of his own sausages-inna-bun!" "Oh, I say!" said Colon. "Without mustard!" "I think we can call that a Yes," said Carrot. -- Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

Sergeant Colon was lost in admiration. He'd seen people bluff on a bad hand, but he'd never seen anyone bluff with no cards. -- Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

"This your club with a nail in it. You will eat it. You will sleep on it! When Detritus say Jump, you say... what color!" -- Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

"Clothing has never been what you might call a thingy of dog wossname." Gaspode scratched his ear. "Two metasyntactic variables there. Sorry." -- Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

"As I was a-walking along Lower Broadway, The recruiting party came picking up people by their ankles and saying they were going to volunteer to join the Watch unless they wanted their goohuloog heads kicked in, So I went via Peach Pie Street and Holofernes instead, Singing: Too-ra-li, etc." -- Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

Despite his deep distrust of magic, he quite liked the wizards. They didn't cause trouble. At least, they didn't cause his kind of trouble. True, occasionally they fractured the time/space continuum or took the canoe of reality too close to the white waters of chaos, but they never broke the actual law. -- Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

"Would he accept?" "Is the High Priest an Offlian? Does a dragon explode in the woods?" -- Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

[xclowniex]

So recently there has been discussions from people about the government banning swastikas and the Nazi salute. David Seymour of the Act party, one of 3 parties in government (we have a coalition government) was asked his thoughts. Here is an excerpt from an article I'll link at the end

He said: “I hate those symbols and salutes, but I quite like knowing who the idiots in society are, and if I prepare to self-identify like that, I think it's actually helpful.”

When asked whether his stance undermines the gang patch ban, he said the legislation was based on intimidation.

He was then asked whether people would find swastikas intimidating.

He said: “I think most people would say, anyone with any vague knowledge of history is just a complete idiot that makes one of those symbols, and so I think there's a difference there. Whereas people are genuinely intimidated by seeing certain gang patches.”

When asked if he would be intimidated by a person holding a swastika he said: “If I saw one of those in New Zealand I would think what an idiot.”

And this honestly just frustrates me so much. Like yeah sure dude, you wouldn't be intimidated by someone with a swastika, but i and many other jews would be.

The argument of hate isn't relevant to this particular scenario as it was brought on by the mongrel mob doing the nazi salute during a funeral for a leader. The mongrel mob is a gang, not an actual mob, but I'll refer to then just as the mob as that's the shortened version we use for them.

The mob don't engage in Nazi shit because they necessarily hate jews, they do it because it's offensive and because it intimidates people. That's the reason they do the nazi salute and get swastikas tattooed. I'm sure there are mob who are antisemitic, but it's not like some requirement to join.

And I just find the absolute lack of empathy for jews here in Aotearoa New Zealand, from our government disgusting.

And what makes it worse, is the government implementing a ban on gang patches.

Which like, gang patches are a bit useful, nazi symbols are not.

I haven't grown up around gangs, but there are a lot where I live and grew up. I've hung out with mob members before due to a friend of a friend inviting them over when I was younger. There are also like two different gang territories next to me. It is useful for me to know which gang someone is a part of as there are different safety rules.

But I guess gang patches are worse than literal hate symbols thanks David smellmore.

Anyway, here is the article if anyone wants to read it

[loupgaroualejardin]

Hello, We're the Loup Garou À Le Jardin, a Polyfrag Traumagenic System that collectively identifies as a Nonhuman Transmasc. 

You can collectively refer to us by Farkas, Takola, Cerberus, Garden, or Dia. As well as the pronouns He/Him, It/Its, Mob/Mobs, Lore/Lores, Garden/Gardens, Plant/Plants, Rain/Bow, and Blurry/Blurrys.

We ask you don't refer to us by terms such as Alters, Personalities, Parts, You&, Etc, as we are disgusted by this language used for ourselves. We don't mind the terms, Sysmate, or Headmate instead, or just using y'all/you all.

Our Pronouns.cc is here. Feel free to look.

Our Current Hosts are:

Johnny - Primary Host - Any/All Pronouns

Ghost - Secondary Host - Any/All Pronouns

Price - Secondary Host - Any/All Pronouns

Gaz - Secondary Host - Any/All Pronouns

Warmonger/Mongrel/Terrorist - Tertiary Host - Any/ All Pronouns

Simerrah - Tertiary Host - She/Her

Host in our case does mean they are practically always fronting, but, that doesn't mean they are the current people you are speaking to. With that in mind, don't assume who you're talking to.

Our BYF / BYI are:

We’re collectively Anarcho-Communists, and stand heavily for the revolution, especially through the means of violence. Though, Not all of us are AnComs, all of us have left wing views we will firmly uphold.

We're collectively pretty low cognitive and emotional empathy and low sympathy for strangers.

We’re Pro all good faith identities. You’re always free to ask if you're unsure where I stand.

We’re Pro-leaning on Endos, as we aren't entirely knowledgeable on endos, but, we won't deny the existence of said systems/plurals/collectives. Though, As a traumagenic system we lack a complete understanding on the subject, even then, we're NOT your teacher when it comes to endos.

We actually ask everyone who dislikes our interests to DNI as we can and will be aggressive about it if you disagree with our views. 

We’re Anti Rightwing, Zionist, Truscum/Transmeds, TERFS/SWERFS, Proship, Radqueers, Thinspo, MAPs, NOMAPs, Sysmeds, etc. Ask if you aren't sure, I'll tell you to fuck off if we don’t want you here.

Edited 8/4/24 - updated 09/08/24

[gensokyogarden]

💢 Your Remilia is so content all the time. Let's see how angry she can get. >:D

Feel the anger

Alright, for this one, lets take a journey into Remilia's past. I'm not sure there's anything presently in Gensokyo to put her at her angriest, so we're going back before that.

Crash

Moonlight struck Remilia's face as a large chunk of the ceiling collided with the ground before her. A barrage of splinters blasted off into her Marie-Jeanne Bertin dress. Bathed in the light of the moon she could finally see it. The poor thing was ruined at this point. Thick shards of wood jutted out from every direction while blood stained her bodice.

Chateau Ecarlate had fallen. For near two centuries now Remilia's status as a distant branch of the royal family had protected her from scrutiny. There were those who spread rumors of a bloody devil who stalked the streets, some few wannabee vampire hunters, but few dared act against the nobility. This was a privilege lost in the reign of terror. The woman had looked forward to an end of aristocracy, it had gotten old, it was time for something new. The optimism she held for the future was blind to the boldness that her hunters would find in this new era.

They'd come during the day, while she'd slumbered, an entire mob of village men stirred up by a priests and supposed monster slayers. It was smart yet they remained haughty fools by choosing to strike in the evening. They feared the many guards who stood at day more than they feared Remilia. It was a mistake. Her journey from her chambers to the main hall had been a brutal one.

She stood amid her crumbling home, what blood she had boiling with rage. It was then that she smelled something. Smoke. They'd lit a fire? Where!? From the east wing. Wait but that's where ... FLANDRE! The rage that she felt just a moment before was nothing compared to the absolute fury that bloomed in her heart. A home could be replaced but family couldn't.

There was shouting across the room. Some of the home invaders were here. They'd been here for several seconds now but Remilia had been too focused on catching the scent in the air to pay them much mind. The only reason they caught her attention now is because they were between her and Flandre. They'd been shooting at her but none had struck. Not that it would matter either way.

"You meager gnats! I've been too kind to you. I was going to let you all get away. Spare the rod spoil the mongrels."

Remilia was a tall and elegantly dressed woman yet she was also a thin waif with a shrill voice. To an outsider her screams of fury towards a crowd of armed men looked ridiculous. Then she moved. By the time the men had raised their muskets she'd already closed the distance between them. She rushed for the man at the front of the crowd and went through him.

Her speed was immense and her body was durable. Humans? Not so much. The hall was flooded with the sound of screams and a sickening squelch at the moment of impact. Remilia stood before the others splattered with viscera. Several ran off screaming into the night, the bravest among the towns folk raised their weapons at the girl. She made no attempt to move. Instead Remilia raised her arm to her mouth and began greedily lapping away at the entrails that covered it, like a beggar at a feast. There was a crack as musket fired. The ball struck her straight in the chest, directly through her heart, and out the other end. She didn't flinch. Scarlet red eyes shifted onto the man who fired.

"Please sir, I'm trying to savor my meal. Don't temp me with another. I'll get fat."

She laughed at her own joke. Globs of blood flew off her face and splattered around her as she did so. There was a brief moment of calm and then Remilia moved again. She fell upon all of the others with less fanfare than the first. Nothing but a cloud of blade like claws and razorsharp fangs as she shifted from one man to another and another and another. By the end of it, the mass of gore that covered her hall couldn't even be recognized as human.

The violence of her carnage was fun but did nothing to quell her rage. No, it was only slowing her down on her way to Flandre. She approached the east hall's entrance. The door flew open as another group of invaders burst in. Seems they'd heard the screams. Doing the same thing again would be boring and only slow her down further. This seemed a good time for her fate manipulation."

"Ah yes, hello, sorry I'm in a bit of a hurry. You there!" She'd pointed towards the man at the front of the group. "You're going to destroy him now. Oh don't use that barbaric tool! Be refined! Your fists and nails are fine." The command echoed through the air. The man dropped his musket and suddenly attacked his compatriot while Remilia cackled. "Hmmm, no. Still too long. How about this! You're all to do your absolute darndest to destroy everyone else! Winner will go play with my hounds, okay?"

The sounds of brutal combat and witch like cackling echoed through the manor as Remilia finally crossed the threshold into the eastern wing and rushed for Flandre's rooms. She was in a hurry now. Those few invaders that got in her way were dispatched in an instant. There were not many, their own flames having driven them off. Now she was there. Before the door to Flandre's chamber, something that had been thankfully untouched by the inferno.

Remilia reached towards the handle. Just as she grasped the knob there was a crack as a bullet struck her. She whirled around to see a woman standing opposite of her. A silver haired nun of some sort. Remilia readied herself to move and then ... the other pulled out a cross.

The vampire screamed as if suffering an agonizing pain as she was faced with a symbol of the true faith. Her body flinched away and pressed against the door. The tension on the nun's face was replaced with relief as she nervously stepped towards her. Remilia's gaze shifted to what the woman held in her hand. A wooden stake. Her face twisted into an expression of fear and yet she did not move at all. The other neared. Closer and closer. Then, with the cross shoved into Remilia's face, she shoved the stake through her chest like the bullet before.

Remilia let out an anguished cry. Her eyes slammed shut as she lurched her body forward. It was as if she had collapsed onto this woman. Her head drooped over the woman's shoulder. It was as if she had the other in an embrace. A sound slipped from Remilia's lips, like the last gasps of a dying beast. Then her eyes fluttered open just a tad.

"Okay ~ you had your moment."

Squick!

Remilia suddenly sunk her fangs into the woman's neck. Aggressively drinking more and more as as terror shot across the other's face. Remilia could tell that she wanted to scream but with the pressure she was applying to her throat it was not possible. As she pulled her lips away blood squirted from the room onto her face.

"A noble attempt ma'am. It may have worked but it seems the true faith in my heart burns hotter than yours."

The vampire took the crucifix from the woman's hand just before she slipped to the floor. With a soft laugh she turned and opened the door. With a warm smile she stepped into the chamber. The anger in her heart evaporated the moment she saw Flandre safe and sound.

[creativespark]

Jono Rotman, Mongrelism, portraits of The Mighty Mongrel Mob of Aotearoa, New Zealand

[thoselethalarts]

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝕿𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖉 - 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

(SR) Lab Robes (Part 2): “I just couldn’t stand by.”

(Alchemy Room, Poison Refinement Class

Vil: (Cough cough) What in the world just happened…? Vil: Urgh, these fumes… I can hardly breathe. Nn- Wait- Marcus! Vil: You’re suffocating me with your weight, get off…!

(Marcus is forcefully moved off of Vil and onto the floor with a thud)

Marcus: U-Ugh…

Vil: …Marcus? Are you alright?

Cater: W-Whoa!! What the heck was all of that?! Cater: Eugh, the smell…! Someone put out the pilot on that cauldron already, and fast!

Lilia: Is everyone quite alright? Any casualties?

Crewel: STAAAAAAY! You mongrels, what do you think you’re doing over here?! Crewel: Shoenheit, Tomford, what is the meaning of all this yapping and destruction?!

Vil: Sir, with all due respect Marcus just saved me from that explosion. But… now he’s not moving. Vil: Marcus, focus on me. Can you say something?

Marcus: U-Uh… yeah. Marcus: I… m-my head is all… foggy. It’s… I can’t… It’s hard to focus... on anything.

Vil: Can you tell me how many fingers I’m holding up?

Marcus: … Marcus: … Marcus: …t-three.

Vil: You hesitated.

Marcus: I can see fine, I’m just- words are really, uh… hard right now. Marcus: Everything’s… hazy… hot… m-my skin hurts…

Vil: My apologies, professor. I should have been paying more close attention to our experiment. If not for my negligence this likely would not have happened.

Crewel: It takes a severe amount of negligence and disregard to ruin an experiment this poorly, Shoenheit, and that isn’t characteristic of you or your general lab safety. Crewel: Punishment must be dealt to the mongrel that caused this mess of school property, but I’m hesitant to accept you taking responsibility for this due to your class history alone.

Marcus: N-No. It’s- Vil didn’t… do it. Marcus: It was… s-sabo…tage.

Crewel: Come again?

Marcus: Two of them. Two… those two. Over there. Marcus: They put something in the… the evil soup. Made it b-boil over. Exploded. I-I couldn’t… stop them.

Scara & Igni Mob: Eep-!

Lilia: The evil soup…? Ah, he must be referring to the mixture you both were refining.

Crewel: And judging from the yaps from these two puppies, he must be telling the truth. Crewel: Tomford, you are dismissed from the remainder of class. Go straight to the infirmary right away to be assessed and treated for poison. Shoenheit you’re dismissed as well, so go and escort him there. Crewel: Now, you two mongrels at attention! This cauldron’s contents must be removed immediately and carefully. Fumes from a mixture this potent are enough to make this whole classroom fall ill within minutes. Crewel: You two had better pray for strong arms and strong stomachs, because you’re both taking this cauldron downstairs to be properly disposed of.

Scara Mob: M-Mission failed…

Igni Mob: T-There’s no way that only us two can carry this heavy cauldron on our own…! And down a flight of stairs, too...!?

Crewel: Quit your yapping! Bad dogs don’t get to bark back unless they are instructed! On your feet! Now!

Vil: Hmph… You both should be thankful Crewel isn’t threatening you with expulsion for such a crime. Vil: Marcus, here, give me your arm and I’ll help you up.

Marcus: N-No… I’m f-fine… I can… walk.

Vil: Are you sure about that?

Marcus: Y-Yeah… I can- Just let me find my b-balance and… Ugh…

Vil: No, you clearly can’t. You can barely stand without holding onto something. Now stay still and I’ll take you to the infirmary.

Marcus: I-I can get there on my own, r-really.

Vil: That wasn’t a request, Marcus. Now let’s go.

(Vil grabs Marcus and helps him walk out of the classroom and away down the hall)

Vil: Ahh… it’s a lot easier to breathe out here now that we’re away from all the fumes. How are you faring, Marcus?

Marcus: Unnh… a little better… a little c-clearer.

Vil: That’s good. Can you tell me your symptoms? How are you feeling?

Marcus: Uhh… My head’s like… full of soup. Or gravy. Thick and heavy… really hard to process words correctly. Marcus: Everything is… so un…unbear-ably hot. I f-feel like I’m burning. D-Do I have a fever…?

Vil: It’s possible. The poison that we were brewing was meant to replicate several symptoms similar to the flu, so you likely are experiencing several of those symptoms after being caught in the blast. Vil: …I would like to thank you, by the way. For saving me when you did. That was an incredibly selfless act of yours that you did not have to do. Vil: Those of Octavinelle are said to be rather shrewd and cunning, and I can honestly say that most of my firsthand experiences with your dormmates have all but confirmed the stereotype. Vil: Yet despite everything I cannot wrap my head around why you would have saved me then if you had nothing to gain in return. Vil: Even when you were struggling to breathe, let alone walk, you insisted that you were capable when you clearly were not. Anyone else and they likely would have attempted to extort me for my help or my resources.

Marcus: I just… couldn’t stand by and watch you get hurt. That’s just… the kind of guy I am. Marcus: I didn’t really think twice, didn’t think of having… a motive. I just saw you in danger, and I just… did it.

Vil: You’re a rare type of person to have on campus, Marcus. You’re reckless and stupid, but you’re genuine and selfless too. Vil: I still hold my doubts that you won’t come to me later for some form of repayment for this act of yours, you are an Octavinelle after all… but for now it’s best if we just get you back to the infirmary to recover.

(The sound of footsteps rapidly approaches Vil and Marcus)

Matt: Marcus!! Are you alright?!

Marcus: H-Huh…? Heeeeyyy, Matt.

Vil: You certainly came in a hurry. I’m surprised you learned of the incident so quickly, Matt.

Matt: Vil. Is Marcus alright? What happened?

Vil: Someone attempted to sabotage our cauldron during our poison refinement class, and Marcus, well... he saved my life. Vil: The mixture that exploded wasn’t lethal, so he’ll be fine once he gets some rest and proper poison treatment.

Matt: Lemmie take him from here. You’re the Queen of Pomefiore, so you can whip up an antidote, right?

Vil: Poisons and potions are my specialty, yes. I try to create an antidote; it shouldn't be too hard since I know what was used in the base potion and his current symptoms. Vil: I’ll leave him in your care while I get to work on making it. It's the least I can do for him saving me when he did. Vil: I’ll meet you both in the infirmary as soon as it’s ready.

(Vil walks away from the both of them)

Matt: Sheesh… you’re real good at gettin’ into trouble, aren’t ya buddy?

Marcus: Eheheh… Yeah, I guess… At this point it’s just a skill of mine.

/ End

[tadpolesonalgae]

Music

A/N: I thought it might be fun to make a small list for some of the songs I wrote to, so here we are!

I’d also love to see other people doing this (if it isn’t already a thing)!

Azriel:

Washing His Wings (series): It’s Playtime - MOB Games

Revelation (+Part 2)[*]: Rev 22:20 (Don’t Shoot The Messenger) - Puscifer

Bad Dreams: Everything In It’s Right Place - Radiohead, Rises The Moon - Liana Flores

Payback[*]: Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

Rainstorm: Swan Lake: Op. 20, Act. II - Tchaikovsky, Mystery Of Love - Sufjan Stevens

Car Radio: Car Radio - Twenty One Pilots, Numb Little Bug - Em Beihold

Filthy Mongrel[*]: Your Joy Is My Low - IAMX, Desire - Meg Myers

Nightmares: Until I Found You (Em Beihold Version) - Stephen Sanchez & Em Beihold

More Than Myself: Dandelions - Ruth B.

Spread Out[***]: Eat Your Young - Hozier

Good, Little, Girl <3 (the series): Good Little Girl - Adventure Time

Stains[*]: The Summoning - Sleep Token, Siren - Kailee Morgue

My Little Voyeur: Take A Slice - Glass Animals, Heartless - The Weeknd

Eat You Up[***]: Flawless - The Neighbourhood, Eat Your Young - Hozier

Flying w/ Azriel: Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind - opening - Joe Hisaishi, Merry-Go-Round of Life - Joe Hisaishi

Full To The Brim[***]: Hot Gum - Sofia Isella

Teeth and Talons (series): Demon In My Soul - SCXR SOUL & Sx1nxwy

Teeth and Talons Part 3: Demon In My Soul - SCXR SOUL & Sx1nxwy, Do Me - Kim Petras

Mystery of love: Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens

The Pleasure Hall[***]: Crazy Girls - TOOPOOR, Habibi - Tamino

Stockholm Syndrome[***]: Eat Your Young - Hozier

Milestones: FaceTime with my mom (tonight) - Bo Burnham

CBMTWY: Tim Burton vibes playlist

Eris:

Disobedience[*]: The Masochism Tango (Orchestral Version) - Tom Lehrer, Teeth - 5 Second Of Summer

Wake Me Up When September Ends: Daddy - Coldplay

Lucien:

A Date: Amour Plastique - Videoclub

Solecist Night[*]: 2 - H. E. R.

Mor:

Dark Red: Bad Idea! - Girl In Red

Cassian:

Dinner Date: Don’t You Know - Jaymes Young

Pollinate[***]: Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys, R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

Feyre:

Have a Seat[*]: Step On Me - The Cardigans

Mix ‘n’ Match:

Big, Bad Wolf[*]: Big Bad Wolf - In This Moment, Feel Something - I Prevail

Pleasure over Morals[***]: Thelema - Ofdream

Silly Little Thoughts:

Dancing With Your Ghost: Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan Stryga - The Weaver: End Credits - Bruno Coulais & The Children’s Choir Of Nice Music: Outside (feat. Ellie Goulding) - Calvin Harris

(^That last one was a mind fuck)

[thekatebridgerton]

Have you ever thought about a Kanthony (and others) re-incarnation au. I'm thinking a Housefull 4 style bridgerton fic starring Kanthony, Benophie and maybe Polin. Housefull 4 is a bollywood comedy gold. Surprisingly it's without any angst that u expect of reincarnation tropes. But maybe we can have some angst if someone decides to make a fic out of it 🤞. Anyway if someone does decide to make one I will recommend watching the movie first or look at the plot on wiki for the main gist of the story. U know I got this idea because of the spider scene (equivalent to the bee sting according to me) in the movie so like we can have Kanthony as Madhu n Bala (eldests), Benophie as Meena n Dharmputra, n Polin as Mala n Bangdu.

Thank you for listening to my mumbling 😊.

i've said it before and I'll say it again: people in Tumblr have good taste. So guys, if you haven't seen Housefull 4. Go watch it, it's an awesome movie and it deserves a shoutout. And the funny thing is that I did see the movie a long time ago. But I thought that it would be a great twist if the girls were the ones having the big problem making the guys remember their past lives. So anon, I know this take on the movie isn't what you asked for but bear with me.

So in 1813 you have Queen Violet ever despairing on marrying off her three rakish sons. And then there's Kate, Sophie and Penelope. Who for one reason or another love these three idiots. first there is Kate, Minor indian royalty, princess Kate was vanished from her father's court because of a tiny disobedience (staging a coup to put Edwina on the throne is not a tiny disobedience Kathani Sharma) so she is kind of scheming to marry Anthony and become the future Queen. So she can return home with something to show for it.

Anthony's second brother, Benedict, is desperately inlove with his sister's ladies maid/bodyguard, Sophie. Who has saved his life more times than he can count. And finally, Colin, ever the young prankster. Is inlove with the court lead gossip maker. Miss Penelope aka notorious scandal mongrel Lady Whistledown.

Kate and Anthony fell inlove, and together they also worked very hard to unite Benedict and Sophie against those who opposed their class difference, and defended Colin and Penelope's choice to be together despite Lady Whistledown's reputation. BUT on the day the three of them were going to get married. Someone bombed the cathedral. And the three couples died.

Back in the present Kate Sharma is a down on her luck photographer working too many jobs who accidentally gets in trouble with the Indian Mob and has to pay back a sum that seems astronomical, or work for the mob for life. Well, never let it be said that Kate doesn't know how to scheme her way into the lives of the rich and famous. Her boss Lady Danbury sets her and her two best friends up with the sons of a super rich business' woman, who need convenient wives that don't mess on their style ( in exchange for a few favors after the girls are officially Bridgertons. ) Penelope and Sophie have agreed to help Kate pay back the money to the mob and well, at least the guys are handsome.

Everything is going swimmingly, the three couples are getting along well, at least until Kate visits the Bridgerton family cemetery with her new fiancée and starts getting flashbacks of her past life...

Here's the thing... In this life, she is sort of going to marry the wrong brother!! oh no, Kate needs to help her friends remember their past lives too. She doesn't want to get married to Colin, or let Sophie marry Anthony, also she's pretty sure that if Penelope knew she's getting hitched to the same Benedict who was head over heels for Sophie in their past life, she would die of embarrassment.

Now all Kate has to do is help her friends and their husbands remember their past life. Reconnect with her husband who doesn't know she's his wife because he thinks she's the gold digger who is putting the moves on Colin. Somehow figure out why they all reincarnated AND find out who bombed the cathedral in 1813.

Easy peasy right?

[andromedasummer]

the unique and simply incredible side effect of the transphobia/terf movement here in nz being picked up by brian tamaki and his religious cult is that because he specifically manipulates and targets people disenfranchised by our governments over the years he has a very large support base in gang members and because of that you cant attend a counterprotest without the presence of patched members of the fucking mongrel mob. yknow. the most prolific gang in the country. responsible for gang rapes of women and rife with domestic violence. out there "protecting women abd children" by blocking and intimidating drag storytime events and painting over rainbow crossings

[grandmagbignaturals]

made eye contact with a hot young man in the supermarket carpark, then when he was walking in i noticed he had mongrel mob tattoos on his calves and now i'm seriously evaluating how much i know about the mongrel mob bc is he still hot to me? Idk?!

[holidayvisa]

24 January 2024

Cam and Jordan picked me up at 9:30 am today, a later start than on our first day a few days ago. After arriving in Piha and getting gear together, the clients showed up. There were four clients today: Amy and Brian (brother and sister) from Florida and South Carolina, Yan from Canada, and Jonas from the German-speaking part of Switzerland. They were all four really friendly, fun, young, and competent. That made for an easy day guiding and a good day for training. I gave the abseil talk! I set up the first abseil and ran the top with Cam supervising. After everyone else was down, I converted it from a double-sided MMO to a biner-block, and then I abseiled down. Jordan set up the top of the second abseil and ran the top with Cam, so I bottom-belayed for everyone at the bottom of the second abseil. Cam showed me how to rig the top of the third abseil, and then I ran the top.

The top of the third abseil is set up in an interesting way. I used two different 60 m ropes on two different anchors. For the abseiler's right (DCL) anchor, I attached one steel carabiner to the anchor. Then, I pulled about 2 m of rope out of the bag and set up an MMO with the bag on the weighted side of the MMO. I DID NOT toss the rope bag. Cam attached a steel carabiner to the abseiler's left (DCR) anchor and tied a munter onto that. On the weighted side of the munter, he tied a figure-8-on-a-bight. He clipped that figure-8-on-a-bight to one of Jordan's cowstails. Jordan clipped the DCL rope bag to himself, then he abseiled down DCL MMO, using the DCR munter as his backup. Once Jordan was at the bottom, he tugged each rope three times, signifying that he was off rope AND ready to bottom-belay. At this point, Jordan tied off the DCR munter into an MMO. At this point, both ropes were tied to the anchors with MMOs, and both ropes have been confirmed long enough for this 50 m abseil. At this point, I ran the top normally, hooking clients up for abseiling with Jordan bottom-belaying. After the clients went down, Cam showed me how to rig this system as retrievable. He tied the DCL rope end (coming out of the MMO) to the DCR rope end (coming out of the MMO) with a two-strand double-overhand knot (?bend?) in between the two MMOs. I untied the DCL MMO, and Cam abseiled down the DCR single strand using the two-strand double-overhand knot as a knot block. I abseiled down last.

At the bottom of the third abseil, I pulled the rope, and as I was stacking the rope into the rope bag, a big dude with huge face tattoos came over and started trying to help and feeding rope to me as I stacked it. I thanked him. A little later, Jordan told me that that big dude with face tattoos is part of the Mongrel Mob. So that's exciting. Anyways, after packing up at the bottom of the third abseil, Jordan and I walked over to our group and ate lunch. After we finished lunch, I set up the fourth abseil the same way I'd set up the first abseil, with MMOs on either side of the anchor. I abseiled first and was bottom-belayer for the clients. The final section of canyon was cruisy. We got back to the track, changed out of our wetsuits, and hiked back to Piha.

At home, I cooked black bean burgers for me and Arnie; Arnie cooked fish patties. He stacked beetroot and pineapple and lettuce on the bean burgers. Everything was delicious!

73 kg

I'm grateful for Cam and Jordan picking me up. I'm grateful for more responsibility during the canyon trip. I'm grateful for a fun day in the canyon! I'm grateful to be learning from Cam; he's a really good and patient instructor and a very humble leader. I'm grateful for Arnie.

[tommychook]

Mongrel Mob Member Dennis Makalio on New Zealand's Gang Culture

[gayhenrycreel]

like... im from a small town but you would not believe how many riots we get. the town is divided into 2 groups: the gangs black power, who are not black, and mongrel mob, who like to mob fight. its absolute chaos. some politician let the leader of the mongrel mob own a sort of rest home. black power has a rule banning drug use but that won't stop them. they start small riots over beer. everyone in the whole of Aotearoa has some form of gang relation, even if theyre not in a gang themselves. half the time i dont know whats happening. i just know that they like to fight in the streets

[thecurioustale]

Why are you ass kissing the latest mutt in a line of mongrels who raped and barbarized my country for centuries? Does your ‘leftism’ stop when us Asians are mentioned? Do you think what the British crown inflicted on China was deserved? Do you think my ancestors deserved to be enslaved and hooked on opium by that animal’s family?

I hope Charles and the rest of his ilk get exactly what they deserve for what his incest fueled bloodline did to mine and millions if not billions of others.

I don't normally feed the trolls, and future anonymous asks on this subject will be deleted, but this ask is a good QED to what I was saying earlier.

This is blind hatred, generational hatred, ethnic hatred—all from the comfortable immunity of anonymity. Hatred without accountability. No consequences. Not even enough courage to put their username on the ask. Cowardice.

It is ugly.

It is a side of humanity that foments murder and torture. This anon is just jealous that it wasn't them (most likely "him") who got to commit the atrocities. They are projecting their own malice onto Charles. Probably, they are projecting a lifetime's pent-up sense of powerlessness, and their resentment toward the whole world, onto him.

Charles was a kid when the British Empire was dissolving, and the British Crown was long since subordinated to the British parliamentary system of democracy. It wasn't kings who ran the Empire; it was elected representatives of the people, and it certainly wasn't this king. Charles is not your enemy, anon. He has lived a life of public service inside a fishbowl of incessant scrutiny, and few of us would hold up so well to that. He reminds me of countless overprivileged, well-off, safely moderate-liberal yuppies I've met over the years. I can name many public figures far worse, who still don't deserve the punishment you wish for.

And he's rich and he's a king and he doesn't need me to defend him, and I'm not trying to. But I've spent my whole life speaking out against mob insanity, scapegoating, and the perils of malevolence among us. This is not acceptable behavior. I'm sure some of the people who do it are just "blowing off steam." (It's a tidy little excuse, that, for behaving with the attitude of a killer.) And I'm sure others really do mean it and, were it not for fear of the law, would go out a-murdering right now.

To answer the questions put to me: No. No, I don't think that what horrors the British did in China, or anywhere else, were deserved. No, I don't support slavery. No, I don't support addicting people to drugs for profit. What ridiculous questions. What a disingenuous conflation of ideas. And what an utterly artless strawman argument. It fools no one.

I have a hard time coming to terms with this kind of human mind. I struggle to imagine what it is even like to experience. I do know what contempt and resentment feel like, of course. I even know what hate feels like—and from me it is a hard-earned thing. And, yes, there are some people out there who I think deserve the death penalty: human traffickers; many types of sex abusers; the most dangerous fascist exponents. You know...people who are actively committing grievous crimes themselves. None of this "generational guilt" bullshit, which would be like me wanting to murder contemporary German politicians for what their long-ago predecessors did to my ancestors.

But even on the people I hate, and who I think deserve the death penalty, I would not and do not wish torture and suffering. I can't bring myself to feel that way; even in my fantasies I can't do it—nor do I especially try. I do not understand the sheer meanness of it, the fundamental and profound failure of empathy. I have spent a great portion of my life writing about this in contemplation, both in fiction and non-fiction, and I still do not understand it. To use the anon's own language against them, I do not understand the animality of it. It's barbaric. It really makes me question what goes on in some people's brains.

My earlier post wasn't a defense of British royalty. I do have some sympathy for the British monarchy in its present form as a living historical institution of English culture, and I admit to being allured by all the finery and pomp, and by the quiet lifelong dignity of the late Queen Elizabeth—and you can cringe away from me for that fairly if you wish—but I'm not truly invested in British royalty and I don't believe in hereditary forms of government, and I know that, as someone with a Jewish background, I would have been a victim of British policy myself had I lived there or in its empire in bygone times. And I'm certainly not going to waste my self-imposed limited credits for broaching political subjects here on Tumblr just to stan the King of England.

My earlier post was an observation that, just a couple of steps away from this kind of murderous impulse toward the British Crown, there is fierce anti-Semitism, the hatred of Jews, the attempt to delegitimize the Israeli people and all Jews by extension. That's not a coincidence: Blind hatred often expresses itself in many different ways. Hence the "weird tells" I was talking about. And I find it additionally telling that the anon did not mention this part of it at all. People who act in bad faith never actually consider what you say; they just rail against the parts of it they don't like.

That's all I'm going to say about this. I'm sure many of you don't like reading this stuff. I certainly don't. I hope those of you who have bothered to read this take my core message to heart: This kind of malevolence is not acceptable, no matter who or where it comes from. Many, many evils spring from it, and it represents something terrible about human nature.

Beware of it.

[ur-mag]

Senior mobster jailed for repeatedly ignoring driving laws

A senior member of the Mongrel Mob who has racked up his 23rd conviction for driving while either forbidden, disqualified or suspended has now been jailed. Joseph William Johnson’s 17 previous driving convictions were the tipping point for Judge Jonathan Krebs in the Palmerston North District Court on Thursday as he sent the 35-year-old to prison. Senior mobster jailed for repeatedly ignoring…