#rootops

[loumandivorce]

god help me

[postcardsfromwanderings]

Rooftop cafe at Fat Margaret Tower, Tallinn

[soniclibraryooc]

[islanddboyy]

the fact that zaunites dont get burials in arcane but topsiders do destroys me. the whole thing about zaun is they are trying to make something that will last, a better future than the predecessors had. except none of them will ever be rememebred or have a final resting place. their bodies are left to rot after being broken and beaten before dying. yet the pilties get lavish funerals and statues erected in honour of them. what does zaun have? a fleeting image of a brighter future and some paintings on alleyway walls that won't stand against time. literally going feral over there being no graves in zaun.

something about how their murals are their only way of remembering and recording their history but zaun has so much more dedicated to their predecessors. murals are nothing when their city falls apart and gets rebuilt constantly. oral history and paintings can only last for so long. its nothing like caitlyn having a database of family records to look back on.

okay but vanders statue is an exception, he will truly get remembered

AND ALSO no one will ever know what jayce and viktor did on that rootop. no one will know what really happened to them or how they saved the world. their heroics will go unsung. AND THAT FUCKING HURTS

AND ANOTHER THOUGHT jinx and vi have nowhere to call home because it ALWAYS GETS FUCKING DESTROYED. is nothing sacred in zaun 😭😭😭 like i cant find photos but vi and powders first home gets destroyed, their heights recorded on the steel beam barely surviving. the last drop burning down. jinxs hideout gets destroyed in battle. NOTHING IS LEFT TO REMEMBER PEOPLE BY AND TO REMEMBER THEIR HISTORY BY

[oldshowbiz]

Love on a Rootop (1967) with special guest star Dick Gautier

[greaterpaladin]

man. like it just kinda sucks. i used to love pride but now i have to brace for corporations trying to be hip whilst trying to fuck over our rights, bigots feeling like hunting season and getting extra aggro, and people who just want to be in a community that isn't theirs overriding the actual members and alienating us

i just wanna vibe with my bi buds. fuck around with my trans bros and sisters. share a drink with my gay dudes and lesbians. why is our solidarity, our protest, warped like this?

we have discourse about kids at pride, kids transitioning, do adults even really consent to hormones? this character is trans but it's in the most offensive way imaginable but fake trans people lap it up so here's more! more money thrown into transphobic protest groups. uganda passes an even stricter law on murdering us. here, get your rainbow mickey ice cream!

i think the push to make your gender/sexuality a political stance- in the sense that the online left embraced it, rather than it being a foisted on idea by the right- really fucked a lot up. i wrote my dissertation on identity and as a trans bi dude, i talked a lot about those things. i made it clear, in 2019, that it was not my entirety. a radical thing back in the day, screaming from the rootops i am gay but it is not all of me, i am multitudes and you cannot confine me just to that; and now people introduce themselves gender first, person second

i hate it. i don't want to talk about this. i hate arguing with people, i want so badly to let things lie. but i have seen firsthand the damage to our community and our message in the past few years. i have seen so many of my trans brothers be berated, belittled, their manhood bemoaned as not woke enough and not manly enough all at once, by people who have never suffered as we have and want our meagre resources so their new hot take has more clout- and our opponents use them, new piping hot reasons to hate us

it's taken me a very long time to get to where i am, in every sense of the word. i am very lucky and blessed to live my life as a man- mostly stealth, and when not, by choice. and then i watch as a woman who calls herself he they buys harry potter merch, puts money and influence in the pocket of the richest terf in england, and claims they are superior to me. and i also watch as our rights are stripped by cruel bigots who can scapegoat these very people.

i always wanted to say: they'll always hate us. let people do what they want. and that's true, in some ways. they will. but letting everyone who wants to be different instead of is different in has only hurt those who have always been here. because those who want to be here for clout can always leave. but i can't.

[beritalkorea22]

Kabar kematian Ch1tkey diungkap oleh kenalan dekat pada 29 lalu yang membagikan detail peristiwa naas sang rapper. Banyak media Korea yang akhirnya memberitakan kematian sang rapper.

Media Korea sedang ramai memberitakan��kematian tragis rapper Ch1tkey. Sang rapper dikabarkan meninggal usai terpeleset dan jatuh dari rooftop apartemen setinggi 5 lantai. Namun, Ch1tkey muncul mengungkap dirinya masih hidup pada 30 Juli.

Lewat akun Instagram pribadinya, Ch1tkey memposting kompilasi video ketika dirinya berada di apartemen. Rapper itu bahkan juga terlihat berada di rootop yang sebelumnya dikabarkan menjadi lokasi dirinya terjatuh dan meninggal.

Ch1tkey menulis caption, "Senang bertemu dengan kalian. LOL." Postingan sang rapper ini langsung memicu kemarahan dari warganet yang merasa dibohongi olehnya. Banyak yang mengecam tindakan Ch1tkey yang seolah melakukan segala cara untuk menaikkan pamornya.

"Ya emang orang gila konten, nanti klo lu meninggal beneran kaga ada yang mau ngubur krna di sangka bercanda[sic!]," tulis seorang warganet. "Nanti giliran mati beneran di syukurin sama natijen[sic!]," tambah yang lain. "Sialan nih malah ngeprank senegara[sic!]," sahut warganet lainnya.

"Biarin aja biarin, tar meninggal beneran kan gaada yang percaya[sic!]," imbuh lainnya. "Baru juga mau Rep bela sungkawa malah dia gitu kelakuannya bjir[sic!]," lanjut warganet lain. "Bjir lah nyari panggung gini amat lu tong[sic!]," pungkas warganet lainnya.

Di sisi lain, kabar kematian Ch1tkey diungkap oleh kenalan dekat pada 29 lalu yang membagikan detail peristiwa naas yang menimpa sang rapper underground. "Rencananya adalah berpura-pura jatuh lalu memberikan hadiah kepada pemirsa secara acak," tutur kenalan dekat itu.

"Namun, Ch1tkey terpeleset dan jatuh. Itu adalah gedung berlantai lima dengan langkan di tengahnya. Temannya awalnya mengira itu lelucon dan pergi untuk memeriksanya, tetapi Ch1tkey tidak merespons," sambung kenalan dekat itu. Ch1tkey pun dikatakan meninggal.

Selain kenalan dekat, seorang gadis yang diduga pacar Ch1tkey juga mengunggah di Instagram story-nya, menulis, "Aku percaya kamu hidup bebas di dunia yang selalu kamu impikan. Kamu telah bekerja keras. Mari kita bertemu setiap hari dalam mimpi kita. Aku sangat bersyukur telah menjadi cinta pertamamu."

[fardell24b]

Monday Writings - 21st October 2024

21st October:

Excerpt from: Ivy and Lily

Ivy had just moved into the apartment. She was still unpacking her belongings when she heard a giggle from the living area. Her curiosity was piqued. She went into the living area to find her roommate sprawled on the couch, with a sketchbook open on her lap. She looked like she was lost in her drawing. “Hello, I’m Ivy,” she said in a quiet voice.

Excerpt from: Mysteries of Aurora

“Oh, just thinking.”

“About?”

“That the treasure hunt has been a fun way to learn about the campus,” Olivia answered.

“It definitely has been.”

Freya and her group returned to the Central Plaza several hours after the treasure hunt began. She saw that most of the students were still engaged in that activity. She knew that her unique perspective had helped the group solve most of the clues more quickly than otherwise.

“Looks like we’re early,” Julia said.

“We’re not the only ones,” Daniela said.

“That’s true,” Freya said.

“I’m sorry that I underestimated you earlier,” Daniela said. “I’ll try to remember, neurodivergence, not issues.”

“Exactly,” Freya responded with a smile.

Olivia returned to the Central Plaza a while later, when many more other students had finished the treasure hunt. She understood that the objective was knowledge and wisdom. Not just as concepts, but as a way to navigate the campus.

“Thank you for participating in the Treasure Hunt. I hope you all have attained a greater understanding of the layout of AAUA and of your fellow students.”

Freya looked at Daniela nearby. ‘She certainly understood more than most did in the past. But I do wonder how others in my classes will react, especially when I create tactile art in way I usually do.’

Freya returned to the Hall shortly afterwards and grabbed her sketchbook. The various patterns of the search for the clues had inspired her.

Dana found Freya sketching in a common room shortly before dinner. “I heard that the treasure hunt went well.”

Excerpt from: Spider Quinn

Jane told Trent what she had decided. “Sounds dangerous. I don’t like it,” he said. “You’ll be yourself, not the Shadow.”

“I know that, but Mom also gave me some inconspicuous gadgets, not just the artistic ones. I’ll be able to handle myself.”

“I guess I can be at the Historia, just in case. Jesse too.”

“Good idea.”

“And I can use some gadgets too,” Trent said. “I have been practicing, in case something like when we went to Middlebury comes up again.”

“Thanks, Trent.”

Shortly before midnight, Daria approached the Griffin’s place along the laneway. She was still not sure why Jane wanted to put herself in danger like that. ‘I still don’t have any other ideas.’ She then saw Sandi emerged from the rear gate.

“Oh,” Sandi said. “I didn’t think you would come here.”

“There’s something I need to talk about,” Daria said.

“Same here, but you first.”

“Sure,” Daria said, before telling Sandi about Jane’s plan.

Sandi listened to the plan. It was audacious. It was pure Jane Lane. ‘Of course she would do something like that,’ she thought. “Interesting,” she said when Daria was finished.

“I suppose you could watch the Historia in case something happens?” Daria asked.

“I suppose I could, given what I have to say,” Sandi said, before telling Daria about what her mother had told her about what happened at work.

Daria took what Sandi said in.

“So, something happened there,” she concluded. “But whether it’s related or not is an open question.”

“True, but I think it is.”

“Then that’s where we’ll go first.”

Twenty minutes later, they were at the WSBC studio. “Nothing seems out of the ordinary,” Sandi said.

“Not at first glance, anyway,” Daria pointed out.

“That’s true,” Sandi said as she switched on a flashlight.

“This will take a while.”

They examined the surrounds of the studio, as well as the outside walls and the rooftop. “No clues,” the Enigma said, as they looked out over the town towards the Giant Strawberry from the rootop.

“There might be something we missed,” Dafoanairi said.

“Where?”

“I noticed that a manhole cover in the parking lot isn’t as tight as it should be.”

The Enigma looked down and shone the flashlight on the manhole cover. “You’re right.” She then telekinetically lifted it out of the ground and put it aside. “Let’s go then,” she said as she threw a rope down.

Dafoanairi followed the Enigma down into the stormwater system. “It certainly looks big enough for a getaway, but It would be impossible to search all of it in one night.”

“That’s a good point. I also doubt that they would stay down here if there was a place they had prepared above ground.”

“But I will tell Peterson when I meet her next.”

The Enigma nodded.

They emerged back above ground and the Enigma replaced the manhole cover. “Something happened,” the Enigma said.

“So, another critic?”

“Probably.”

“Then Jane is even more danger!” Dafoanairi groused.

“I will be ready.”

“Good.”

Lawndale Sun-Herald

Thursday, February 22, 2001

Another Critic Missing

Oliver Langford of WLND has also gone missing after Kalina Ondrovick went missing on Monday

Daria read the article after arriving at the Historia as it opened for the day. She knew that Mrs. Rowe wouldn’t be in until later. She looked at where Angie was behind the counter. ‘She’s taken to it,’ she thought before going up to order breakfast.

At same time, Jane arrived at one of the Lawndale State dorms. ‘I hope she’s up, otherwise she probably won’t give me the spot.’

Sarah Roberts was surprised when she opened the dorm room door to find Jane Lane. “Jane? What brings you here so early?”

“A long story,” Jane said. “But It’s to do with recent events.”

“Which recent events. There are surely others you can talk to about Groundhog Day.”

“This isn’t about Groundhog Day, more the missing critics,” Jane said.

Sarah listened as Jane told her the plan. “You want to draw out this person, and trap them?”

“Yes,” Jane said. “Because, I want Daria’s play and the Historia to succeed.”

“Quite audacious,” Sarah commented. “To run a theatre as teenagers.”

“Yes. But I want Daria and the others to succeed.”

“Alright. I will let you on my show, but I want to be at the Historia tonight, to see what the play is like, and to help you if things go south.”

“Deal!” Jane said.

It wasn’t long before Peterson arrived at the Historia. “I knew you would be here, Daria,” she said after she had ordered breakfast herself.

Daria saw that she was off duty, as she was in plainclothes. “I knew you would be here. Has something come up?”

“Very perceptive. I suppose that’s one reason why you’re now fighting crime,” Xanthe said quietly.

Daria nodded. “Something else, to do with what’s going on.”

“You’re planning something and you’re putting it by me.”

“It’s Jane,” Daria said. She then explained Jane’s plan.

“I see,” Xanthe said when Daria had finished. “It’s very risky.:

“I’m sure she’s already talked to the DJ.”

“True. I will try to be there tonight.”

“Of course, nothing might happen. Or Jane could be abducted as she heads home,” Daria said.

“Make sure that the latter doesn’t happen.”

“The Enigma will be here. I’m sure she won’t let it happen.”

“You know who she is, don’t you?” Xanthe asked.

“I’m not answering that.”

“I’m taking that as a yes. The same with SpiderGirl and Ninja Talon.”

‘That makes sense,’ Daria thought.

“Anyway, I came because another critic is missing and I want you to have heads up about that.”

“WSBC?”

“How did you know?”

“Because the Enigma and I looked around the studio last night.”

[bluelineroofing]

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[will-falling-fell]

[Image id: screenshot of tags. "Little did Gordin know: Batman did respond on time. he had a camp chair set up a rootop over and popcorn". End ID]

Bruce Wayne, sitting in a cute eco-friendly cafe while on a video call with Tim: Oh Noooo, are you sure there’s no way the board of directors will let us get rid of this old decrepit Wayne Factory building that is unsafe for our workers and also for the surrounding environment?

CEO Tim, with equal gravitas: No, I’m afraid they just won’t budge. It technically meets legal requirements on paper, and we can’t prove that the chemicals affecting the local ecosystem are from the out-of-date drainage system… they’re saying it would cost too much to fix the place up too, which is ridiculous, because we’re us, but our hands are tied…

Bruce, full Brucie himbo mode: Oh I just feel so SAD for all the sweet fluffy animals and the pretty flowers and especially our hard workers dealing with such unsafe conditions… I think I’ll give them all a nice short vacation this weekend, so the ENTIRE PLACE will be EMPTY and SHUT DOWN from FRIDAY TO TUESDAY, the SECURITY SYSTEM WILL BE DOWN because it’s just so GLITCHY, I’m sure no one will do anything about the ENVIRONMENTAL STAIN ON OUR COMPANIES NAME THAT WILL BE COMPLETELY ABANDONED FROM FRIDAY TO TUESDAY- Timmy do you think I’m being too subtle?

Tim, snickering: no no you’re doing great Bruce I’m sure they’ve got it

Poison Ivy, on a date the next table over: ( ‘-‘)-☕️

Harley, through tears of repressed laughter: so… we doing anythin’ this weekend?

[mponfoot]

Hotellet har en rootop bar -- på våning fyra och en halv, med egen knapp i hissen. Därifrån såg vi upp mot Södra bergets topp.

[soniclibraryooc]

[eastpointhotelmoshi]

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[just-a-turtleduck]

screaming this from the rootops

“If I get read as trans at a “queer women’s event,” dykes assume I’m a straight transsexual guy. Ironically, this grants me free access. I bear no resentment toward my FtM brothers, but I do grind my teeth over women’s spaces and dyke circles that welcome them yet which exclude my transsexual sisters. I am infuriated by the underlying assumption: my brave FtM brothers, who have sacrificed to become men, are just conformist women, and my bold MtF sisters who have fought to be women, are really men with a fetish for being marginalized. Are we dykes so fragile, so afraid, that we cannot allow anyone to enter, leave, or even explore? When we imply that FtM men are still gay women, how can we also fear that “we are losing our butches”? Our butches? Whose butches? Does the dyke community own its members? Our sex lives? Our genders? Does it control us for our own good? Dykes are not fragile flowers. Many femmes wear the flaming rose. It’s a flower, but it’ll fight back if you try to crush it. What tough flower would symbolize us butches? Or do we fear that butches are the fragile ones, anxious to leave dykespace? We fear men will undo us, erase us; that we must guard against their entrance into our spaces, or our sister’s pants. But men have been part of butch-femme for as long as I can remember. Pre-electrical lesbian spaces contained trans-spectrum men who feared presenting as male in public, and butches who feared looking mannish because of laws, written and unwritten, that prohibited putting a vagina in a pair of pants. Medical transition has been around since the 1930s, and it has not destroyed us. There were gay men who shared our bar scene, and their business kept many of “our” bars afloat. The lesbian communities that most feared men were those that also feared femmes, butches, transsexuals, and every other stripe of gender freedom. Butch-femme is tough. We are tough. Our culture has survived alcoholism, homophobia, beatings, corrupt vice squads, poverty, and the sex wars—plus all the other problems of living. I think we can survive transgender medicine. The happiest butch-femme spaces I’ve seen are those that embrace the gender spectrum. There we find butches and femmes who go by “she” and love their unmodified bodies. We have FtMs who’ve done the works—T, top, and crotch—who may be men or butch or femme or more. They include me and others who transitioned into being butches. They include femmes without questioning their taste in lovers. And it works. Men will not undo us. But an unchecked fear of men—of becoming a man, dating a man, having been forced to be one, looking too much like one, being too attractive to men in general, or aiding or abetting any of the above- can and will make our community unliveable if we let it. But we should not fear or police ourselves. If we did that, there’d be no butch or femme in the first place.”

— amy fox, from Persistance: All Ways Butch and Femme

[paulpingminho]

[ruthypie100]

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