#my comrades

[stresshyperdeath]

Gibril - from Isekai Samurai

[phenomen0ms]

me and my pals

[leninqrad]

it’s just me and the rest of the people at this airport gate against the world

[sixosix]

you can do it, soldier! 🫡 here's a samanco ice cream for u 👇

eat it with both hands so that you can't pull 🫡

rie i love you i am crying but i cant wipe it because im using one hand to type and the other to eat the samanco

[cas-backwards-tie]

A Glimpse Into Reality

The way you can go from working the fields in any weather condition, living in the woods and surviving without proper amenities for months, to living in one of the most popular cities in the world, trudging to and from work daily within only a few years is... astounding.

Sometimes life honestly doesn't feel real. Overwhelming anger and resentment toward the universe will shine through on days you least expect it. Memories effervescing and bubbling forth to the forefront of the mind, curses, somber and sweet, low and lit in their accuracy, their vividness. All it takes is that flash of story and suddenly I'm there... back in the haunted place that cursed so many of us, the little that remain.

It's hard being one of the last of us alive. I never thought that'd be the case; I came here excited and intent on making more memories with some of you. That joy instantly crumbled into devastation upon finding out what'd happened just days before. It wasn't fair, and I'm still longing. Hoping, praying that you're all in a better place, watching, waiting for the rest of us. Finally, a soul at rest, at the peace it deserves. There was so much brightness, so much future in your presence... it was the cold cruel world that took it too soon. Far too soon.

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p.s. I hate that the thoughts consume me from time to time, the feeling, the urge to join the rest of you... yet, I simultaneously feel guilty, like I have to live on in your names, make us known. Never let anyone go until I make them aware of what they did to us. I feel like I need to live my life until I'm 110% happy, achieving all my goals, plus more that maybe you all would've had, too. I wish you were here. I know you are. I know you'd be hugging me and cheering me on if only you were right by my side, which I know you are. I just hate that we're not on the same plane anymore... you can't talk to me, yet I see your signs everywhere. With love,

your friend.

[queermasculine]

my dykes in arms... the ass is not the sole domain of the gay man... we too can venture there. we CAN do butt stuff

[anna-scribbles]

vive la résistance and happy halloween!

[mothcpu]

let's all quit the internet! (he/him)

[egophiliac]

Hello ! I positively adore the running joke of Idia unknowingly finding Lilia to be the coolest guy ever whenever he doesn't know it's him, like when Silver described his father, or obviously with muscle red. I can't say what'd be funnier, Idia finding out his online best friend is actually Lilia, resident spooky hyper fairy; or them both never finding out, and it'd become even more ridiculous as time goes on. How do you think it'll play out ? You're always so on point

(Also, though it makes sense, I'm still devastated bat boy didn't get a ticket for the Halloween skeleton train : ( does anyone mentions him at some point ? Like how he'd have fit right in with all those Halloween town little freaks, and how he'd have impressed them with his spooks and scared techniques; after all he's been every Briar Valley's children worst fear on Halloween for centuries. I'm on the eng server and I didn't wanna spoil myself by watching the whole thing on youtube)

Have a nice day !

you and me both, Idia and Lilia being oblivious online BFFs (+ Idia being incredibly intimidated any time Silver brings up his jock gamer dad) is my favorite running joke/subplot. 🤝 it's SO good, to the point where I also am unsure if I actually want it to ever be resolved or not...maybe, like, as a post-canon stinger or something? everyone's standing around covered in overblot ink, and Idia and Lilia's phones go off at the same time...

(legit I do think this is part of why Idia couldn't be present for Lilia's dream, because for some reason Lilia decided he was going to just. embody his past self online. he probably quotes his own battle strategies or whatever in the middle of boss fights. Idia didn't pick up on the whole "oh how weird that we both live on a super remote island" thing, but he would spend thirty seconds listening to General Lilia describing siege warfare and be like "w-wait")

all that aside, however it does end up happening, I do see Lilia being very blasé and all "oh! cool!" about it. y'know, taking it very much in stride! and Idia...very much not.

(can't tell if tumblr is going to chew this into illegibility or not, this will be a fun surprise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

as for Lilia sadly missing out on Halloweentown shenanigans...he does get one little mention as part of an offhand reference to the light music club, but so far no one has brought up how this basically is just Lost In the Book of Liliatown (Sebek's been too busy yelling about not getting to be in the same group as Malleus). 😔 honestly though, it's probably for the best that he got left out, because he would just settle right in and refuse to ever leave. canon would shatter. we would miss out on all the delightful angst of episode 7 because Lilia is too busy eating poisonous shrubbery inbetween practicing his very best screams, and no one can pull him away from it.

(I can hope for a sequel next year though...)

[mesetacadre]

107 years ago today an organized group of workers in the Russian Empire decided they had had enough of war, misery, the oppression of women, and of a corrupt democracy that had promised much and changed nothing, the Tsar still in his palaces, the workers still giving their life for a cause foreign to the working class of Europe and the world. Most bolsheviks were industrial workers, with an insufficient formal education, precarious salaries and conditions. The working class in the Russian Empire had tried liberal democracy, had seen its hipocrisy in the months following the election of the provisional government, and understood their historic goal of progressing further beyond the democracy of the landowner, businessman and aristocrat. It wasn't the first time the proletariat had attempted to take power, both worldwide and in the Russian Empire, but this time they were ready, educated, an organized enough.

The armies of 14 imperialist powers combined could not stop the will of a mass of workers that had realized their worth, their potential, and most importantly, their dignity. They no longer had to bow down to paternalism, electoralism, and the capitalists to whom they sold their labor, no armed intervention, no amount of propaganda, no adventurist distraction, could take away from that fact. This isn't a fantasy, it isn't idealistic, it's a historical fact, that revolutions are possible, have happened, succeeded, and that the opportunity presents itself sooner than most expect. The only task at hand is to organize towards it. Agitation, education, an actual dual power structure predicated on a unified will, not on voluntarism and horizontalism.

I understand the topic at hand for the last 2 days and many more to come will be the results of the US election. But the US is not the only liberal democracy that increasingly creates disappointment among the social majority. After all the posting about the various liberals that make up the US electoral environment, it is imperious that nobody falls into despair. Not in a self-care way, not in the way most left-liberals have been talking about, referring to an abstract sense of "preparing", but because of the simple necessity for this election to further erode any popular faith in reformism, whether it's Trump's reforms, Harris' reforms, Bernie's reforms, or Stein's reforms. Wallowing in despair is as useful as placing yet more stake into whoever is wheeled out next to promise even less, in what will most certainly be also called the most important elections of our lifetimes.

Return to the working class of the Russian Empire, of a fractured and hungry China, to the colony of Indochina, to the plantation island that was Cuba. And I urge you to exercise some perspective. These masses of people had suffered more than you for longer than you. Nobody's asking you to feel guilty about your economic position in the world, we're asking you to realize that, for as long as there have been modes of production predicated on the exploitation, division and discrimination of a producing class, there have always been options, better options than sinking into despondent depression. They have managed to cast off their yoke and build towards a society not based on exploitation. They're not utopias, and mistakes have been and will be committed, but they all realized and understood that it's better to commit our own mistakes, than to toil under the rational oppression by another class for any longer.

[blighted-lights]

ravage is #1 personal space stealer and heater, 10/10 would recommend having him as an amica. usually he'd be sleeping curled around soundwave's head but the other cassettes are out harassing starscream on patrol, so soundwave's chest is free real estate

anyways send me asks with ur soundwave and ravage hcs and mayhaps i'll draw them soon

[parme-san]

[satyrradio]

wtf is 'poly discourse' like just say you're mad someone's getting double the amount of bitches you do

[lucksea]

just had to resurrect my cat for a second time the friskies temptations were too strong

[twinkle-art]

yours is the seat of sacrifice

[shu-bullshit]

"My head's been wet with the midnight dew

I've been down on bended knee

Talkin' to the Man from Galilee

He spoke to me in the voice so sweet

I thought I heard the shuffle of angel's feet

He called my name and my heart stood still

When he said,

'John, go do my will!'"