#sjw

[sjw-irritant]

[uzworm]

Ancient tumblr lore

[starzgaze]

LOVESICK POTENTIAL: sung jinwoo

pairing: yandere!sjw/reader

UNFINISHED incoherent drabble brainrot on yandere!sjw hahaha... this is so unfinished but it fried my brain so badly all i can do is draw this out later because i cant write for long periods of time 😒 also english isn't my first language so this is really ERRR not good also no proofreading we die raw

tw: froth and nothing much

BEFORE THE DUNGEON EVENT:

This era of jinwoo was so cute he looked so squishy I'm biting my bedsheets. This time is the perfect moment where jinwoo gets his reasons on why he's a little cuckoo over [y.name].

Jinwoo always came home covered in bruises and maybe with a dent in his mental health. I mean not only you face life threatening monsters but you also face the words of your fellow hunters that consists of demeaning and degrading your whole existence does horriblewonders to Jinwoo's mental health! After when his mother came out of the picture by falling ill to the Eternal Slumber, Jinwoo had to face the expectations on becoming the breadwinner and help to keep his family a float.

Jinwoo doesn't have ambitions or anything during this time, not when he's too focused on trying to feed Jinah and pay the bills. He's a blank pitiful slate who's being driven by desperation and the promise he made to his mother to take care of his sister. He doesn't have anyone to turn to and he can't tell what he's experiencing to his sister because that'll make her worry for him! Jinwoo doesn't want his sister to flunk her studies because he made her worry for him... so he's basically alone.

Until you come in to the picture. [y.name] one of the few people who saw him as a person instead of some weak pitiful excuse of a hunter. It doesn't really matter how you meet Jinwoo, whether it be through connections, after a dungeon raid, or you randomly meeting him on the street, what matters is how you perceive him as a person and how you turn his miserable world upside down.

When [y.name] entered his life, it felt like a ball of light entered his dim world but not as if [y.name] was extremely energetic or what not. It was more like that [y.name] ignited something within Jinwoo. [y.name] would stop by and talk to Jinwoo, solidifying his self as a person. They would talk about ideals and goals and even encourage Jinwoo to maybe create his own when they found out that he didn't had any of his own. Jinwoo felt so warm inside whenever he'd spent time with [y.name]. He felt so inexplicably happy.

Jinwoo decided that [y.name] is his goal and the driving force of his ambitions.

Jinwoo limped a bit as he walked towards his small apartment he shared with his sister. It was what remained when his mother was sent to the hospital for falling ill. He groaned silently as he clenched his arm that was throbbing in pain. Even after being recently healed by Joohee, he could still feel the pain of his arm being battered to smithereens.

He wondered how many dungeon raids left till he'll perish by the hands of some low ranking monster.

The young man approached his door before suddenly being called out by a familiar voice. Jinwoo turned around and his bleak mood was changed into a more joyful one.

"Jinwoo! I caught 'ya this time!" [y.name] giggled as they skipped over to Jinwoo, a small mischievous smile plastered on their features. Jinwoo chuckled at [y.name]'s words as he admired [y.name]. He wondered what did he do in his life to meet [y.name]

Jinwoo hoped that the next dungeon raid isn't the one where he'll perish by the hands of a monster.

AFTER THE DUNGEON EVENT:

Jinwoo would probably avoid contacting [y.name]. After realizing he has a new opportunity to get stronger. His mental health before wasn't the best, he often thought he was pulling [y.name] back and has this mindset that he didn't deserve any of the kindness he was receiving from anyone especially from [y.name]

But now? he has now the chance to pay them all back by becoming stronger and become someone they can all rely on. So randomly... he'll just disappear from [y.name]'s life randomly. Jinwoo feels horrible but he isn't ready to face [y.name] again but he promises to himself that he'll meet his darling[y.name] soon.

Jinwoo would admire [y.name] from afar and sometimes do this just for the sake of answering to his personal question of: "I wonder how are they doing now?". Jinwoo is aware how much it hurts to [y.name] that he randomly disappeared from their life without a word especially how worried they were for him.

When Jinwoo finally deems he's prepared and worthy enough to face [y.name] he almost forgotten how different he looked when he last met [y.name]. Jinwoo almost scared [y.name] away when a devilishly handsome tall young man approached them with a bouquet of flowers in hand. Thankfully, [y.name] recognized the man from the slightly meek demeanor he showed.

Maybe after a few more meetups and catch ups, [y.name] would notice the many changes on Jinwoo's overall.. being? like aside from the fact he's now built like a sculpture made by the gods, he's more confident and charming?.. Jinwoo of course didn't miss the way how [y.name] would quiet down and stare at Jinwoo, taking note every little different detail on Jinwoo. This fed the hunter's ego and was proud how his hardwork paid off.

While [y.name] was admiring Jinwoo, they didn't notice how Jinwoo added a few of his shadows into [y.name]'s shadow. His love for [y.name] during their absence has doubled a thousand fold and the lengths he'd go for [y.name] is now boundless. Jinwoo's goal of achieving [y.name] might not be impossible anymore if he pushed himself a bit more just like what [y.name] says.

After meeting up with Jinwoo, [y.name] bid the hunter goodbye as they exited the cafe. [y.name] was pleasantly joyful that Jinwoo didn't forgotten about them and met up with them again after a few years but this still didn't made [y.name] pissed off over the fact he basically ghosted them for a few years too!

[y.name] walked down the cold street that was dimly lit up by the lamp posts around the area. They shivered a bit as they tried to warm up their hands by shoving one of them in their trenchcoat's pocket. [y.name] was on their phone when they suddenly bumped into a man by accident.

"ow.. oh? I'm sorry I didn't notice you there I'm really sorr—" [y.name] stammered out as they bowed their head in apology but then they felt a hand pushing them hard enough to be stumble back into a lamp pole, hitting their back pretty hard. The man reached out to [y.name]'s trenchcoat's pocket and pulling out their purse then he ran away with their purse in hand.

"agh! what the- my purse?!" [y.name] yelled as they rubbed their back to ease the throbbing pain as they tried to run after the robber.

Unfortunately for [y.name] he was fast on his feet and after for a while they lost him. [y.name] panted as they decided to not give up yet and looked around the now lightless and eerie street, it seems like the robber ran into a more abandoned side of the city.

[y.name] roamed around the street and would peak occasionally inside of alleyways hoping to catch the man but much to their dismay, they haven't seen any glimpses or hints. They mindlessly walked around, slowly losing hope until they heard a quick shriek then a hard thump from a nearby alleyway. A cold sweat went down their neck as they froze in place... Did something happen?

[y.name]'s eyes narrowed down on the alleyway where they assumed the sound originated from. They contemplated for a bit whether they should check it out before they decided to see what it was, clinging on the possibility it might be their purse. [y.name] slowly peeked their head in the alleyway and immediately gasped at the sight.

The man who stole their purse on floor, wriggling in pain before a dark figure. Froth was coming out of his mouth as dark inky shadows circled around his throat. His ankles looked twisted but in a very unnatural degree that it looked grotesque.[y.name]'s eyes shakily looked at the soon to be a corpse then up to the figure who was holding their purse. They blinked blankly at the figure.. [y.name] recognized him?!

"Jin..woo?..." [y.name] murmured underneath their breath as the figure looked up to see [y.name] who was pretty shaken up. The light finally hits the figure's and it revealed it was indeed Jinwoo... but he had this soulless glint in his eyes that suddenly brighten up at the sight of [y.name]

"ah. [y.name]" He called out as he walked past the struggling man and approached [y.name] who took a step back away from Jinwoo. This made his heart wrench.

"don't. don't move away. it's dangerous at this time, you shouldn't be alone" Jinwoo continued as he was finally in front of a terrified [y.name]

"you shouldve accepted my offer walking you home"

[youthincare]

if you call yourself an activist blog blah fucking blah but you're not screaming about Palestine when the news is constantly updating, imma assume you're pro genocide. we're in this together where the fuck are you???????

[gamer2002]

Out: Black people can act civilized like everyone else

In: Peace and quiet is racist

[ace7librarian]

I think the saddest part for me about this war is that I don't trust anyone that considers themselves liberal and progressive.

I used to. Seeing a pride flag on someone's profile was enough for me to trust them. I would assume I could be safe and comfortable with them. My family made fun of me for it, but I truly believed there were genuinely good people with a perfect way of living.

I've seen so much shit online. I see all of those blue haired liberals my uncle made fun of me for being tearing away photos of kidnapped Jews. I see people I considered friends posting harmful misinformation. People with cartoons characters I like as a profile picture say my people deserved this.

It feels bonkers to double check if someone wants me dead before talking to them. This shit makes me realise why my ancestors didn't mix with goy people. I know most people don't mean harm to me, but how can I know? Maybe that's why there are Jewish supremacists. Obviously we're all human, shitty people are everywhere, but when everyone tell your community to die, it's easy to hate everyone outside your community.

I don't hate people who disappointed me as a whole. I feel like I lost faith in the entire humanity. Except for my people. This is a fucking terrifying feeling. I've been marginalized my whole life- a queer autistic woman. I never hated men, I never hated cishet people, I never hated allistic people. I'm so close to hating goy people. I've never been closer to being just like the people I hate most. It's a horrible feeling. And I blame every goy person.

Tldr- I lost my faith in humanity and I feel my morals collapsing

[satiricaljusticewarrior]

I feel like Bruce Wayne who returns to being the Batman in Dark Knight Rises.

Satire about the murder apologism of Brian Thompson, the UnitedHealthcare CEO.

Being pro murder isn’t such a new things for lefties. After all, they were happily gunning down Black children at CHAZ and none of its organizers or even participants have ever felt to publicly apologize for it.

What is new, however, is the open celebration of murder—or at least expressing such views without the usual pretense of supporting lethal force when wielded by the police, as they did in the case of Ashley Babbitt.

And now we have both the press (which has condemned GamerGate with a 0 killing count), organizations and academics excusing it.

https://nymag.com/intelligencer/article/unitedhealthcare-shooting-inevitable.html

https://x.com/CHSommers/status/1865449878962225460

https://x.com/ScreenSlate/status/1865034827948245304

Anyway, fun facts regarding how senseless is to blame healthcare insurance industry.

US spends $4.5 trillion on healthcare

https://www.cms.gov/data-research/statistics-trends-and-reports/national-health-expenditure-data/historical

The entire profit of the healthcare insurance industry is $45 billion.

https://x.com/NielsHoven/status/1864755179775758819

[anarcho-catboyism]

I don't want a livable wage, I want to live without a wage

I don't want to limit the ages of who governs us, I want no one to govern us at all

I don't want to switch to electric cars, I want to nearly eliminate cars and put effort into eco-friendly means of public transport

I don't want to settle on social change, I want to build a new world from the ashes of the old

[capitalism-and-analytics]

[eternalsailormom]

Stick to your rear windshield, your front door, your mailbox, wherever it needs to be seen. I didn't make the original blank template, so if you know who to credit that would be cool. Edit as you like to shout what social justice issue matters to you with the help of the OG SJW magical girl ✨️🌙✨️

[sjw-irritant]

[floral-ashes]

Do not say: I am meaningless. For the thread creates a hole by its absence. And a hole unravels the whole.

[starzgaze]

MECH GENIUS!reader w/ jinwoo and hae-in

reader who's an engineer and started studying mana even if it's dangerous to be around if you're not awakened. they're aware about the fact they're more at risk of catching the illness of the eternal slumber but they don't really care since they have one goal in mind.

and if it's they can achieve their dream of creating mech weapons with the help of mana.

it started as a small project while they were pursuing their higher education and they wanted to see if there's anything they can do with mana. the concept of tinkering around with mana wasn't new but the idea of having mana related weapons was new since it was frowned upon and we have hunters around anyway, what's the point of having useless junk around?

but reader didn't care, it was a personal project anyway and they have extra time to splurge (nerd activities ahh) so they would be in their room tinkering with metals and sometimes will be found in the laboratories researching how they can tweak mana that could be concentrated to a point that they can use as bullets and if they can make different kinds.

so after a year or so they got carried away and got themselves into a rabbit hole of creating impressive mechanical war weapons that are deadly if an average person uses it. fortunately it looked complicated enough that intimidated people that would walk by it in the labs where reader would hang around so no one went near the contraptions. soon enough reader would have a variety of weapons and machines that could rival an A-rank hunter or maybe an S-rank if they tried hard enough...

of course this doesn't go unnoticed but not a lot of people snitched on them or their higher ups tried to tell them to stop whatever they were doing since first: reader is a engineering genius and helps them with whatever they need with such ease it scares them, second: reader has now less time on their studies because of their personal projects which means the other engineers can snag this opportunity to shine.

but two particular hunters would set their eyes on reader who finally used one of their creations when a dungeon break would occur dead in the night right outside of the laboratory of the university.

at this time, jinwoo and hae-in would be in the dating stage and was passing by a university since the two went on a convenience store run to have some snacks and to spend time together until they felt the familiar buzz of a dungeon break around the area.

on instinct, the two immediately head over to the area of the break. they didn't bother waiting for any permission or news that there was a break but they were greeted with a surprise that it was over??

monster blood and guts was everywhere, it looked so gruesome but all in the middle of the disgusting scene was a person with little to no mana but the contraptions in their hands was filled to the brim with it. the two hunters was surprised that there was a person out in this hour but then again it's normal for people who are studying to be awake at this hour...

it was hae-in who approached reader first and asked them if they all of this, snapping the engineer out of an adrenaline rush. the s-rank hunter was really impressed that reader did all of this for someone who probably doesn't have fighting experience.

reader confirms and probably twirls the weapon in their hand which again caught the attention of the two hunters. mainly jinwoo since the weapon in reader's hand reminded him of the weapons he would earn in dungeons and quests he finished whenever he gets those dungeon keys. but instead of shitty leveled weapons he would often see, jinwoo saw the contraption in reader's hand was far more high quality than his own.

the interaction between the two went on into the night as the gate behind reader closed on its own since the moment it went out jinwoo mutilated into pieces before reader could even shoot it down with their mech gear. after this moment, the two hunters officially wanted to know more about reader.

reader would suddenly meet hae-in or jinwoo on the street more often and get asked how's their research was going or if they wanted to be referred to either the korea's hunter association to be an engineer or be an engineer for ahjin guilde (this sorta sparked a small competition between the couple) which you quickly declined since you weren't sure if the projects you made was ready for other people to use since they were all just personal projects.

okay i give up making this coherent but jinwoo visiting reader and asking them if they can make a mech weapon for him to see how far their skill can take them and gets surprised how well reader is at their job and gave him a good weapon with shitty materials and a bit of mana. this now made reader his designated weapon's smith even if they're an engineer at heart.

"...hunter sun— i mean jinwoo uh.. you know I'm an engineer right and not a blacksmith, right?" you voiced out as you looked down at the raw and expensive rare monster loot at your table that jinwoo brought for you. he wanted you to make a weapon for him since he really liked the way you make and design daggers (definitely not to visit you more than hae-in who can casually drop by because you two are best friends)

jinwoo hummed as he crossed his arms, looking down at you. "are you saying you can't do it?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. this of course ticked you off, he knew this. jinwoo wanted to rile you up.

"no i don't mean that.. it's just- agh okay whatever I'll do it"

you stubbornly accepted the loot, muttering a thankyou. though you will never admit it but you were sort of excited to work with these rare material and maybe cut off a chunk to conduct some personal research on what type of material it is and how you can weld it. jinwoo noticed this but didn't comment on it, he was just happy you accepted it.

now hae-in who's always adorned with high quality armors and suits will also start coming to reader when it comes to designing and creating her armor. she didn't fail how much better in quality and effective reader's creations were compared to the extremely expensive and difficult to make armors she owns so she stopped going to those companies and instead went to reader for her armors.

this of course made the blonde hunter visit reader more than her boyfriend since reader told her they would need updates on her body and check frequently if the suit they made is safe for her body. reader told hae-in before that they never made suits before but hae-in pointed out they made mecha gear for themselves and continued to sorta beg for reader to make one for her which made reader reluctantly agree (they were just scared they might make a fuck up and cause a springlock scenario.)

hae-in rubbed this in her lover's face that she meets reader more often which resulted the other being jealous, making hae-in apologize and promising that the two will share.

when the hunter saw the finished product of the creatiok you made, she immediately noted how more mechanical it looks. it looked more military-like in terms of design which is a motif you consistently made with your creations. but it didn't hinder it's quality when hae-in wore it to check the quality

she was surprised on how light weight and comfortable it was. the material on her skin didn't itched like how her old suits would since it would be made from lab-made materials or monster loot but the one reader made was extremely comfortable it's like something hae-in would wear on a day to day basis.

you adjusted the straps and locks on hae-in's armor as you went through over her body again, checking if everything went on properly while ticking off the boxes om your clipboard.

"straps are correctly buckled.... it seems there's no overlaps and the joints are not hindering eachother.... hmm" hae-in heard you mumble as she observes how focused you were, her eyes softening. she admired how dedicated you were to your work.

and the way you were concerned over her being gave her butterflies in her stomach

you finally took a step back, your eyes scanning over the armor you created. a proud smile cracked on your lips as huffed out. "everything seems to be fine! hoo~ i really went through so much making this design aha"

hae-in turned and moved her arms around. she never felt so free in an armor, usually she would feel constricted in these type of suits. the way you designed it also made sure there's no vital organs exposed unlike some of her armor where they would need some spots exposed for the sake of mobility. hae-in was impressed.

"you really know what you're doing huh"

you heard her comment as she admired your work. a pink blush crept up to your cheeks as you sheepishly chuckled at her compliment.

"nah, i just do thorough research that's it.."

after these frequent meetings with the two, you would spend more time with the world renowned hunters and the more they would be enamored with the way you carry yourself in your workfield and studies, even your silly ramblings and little niches captured their hearts.

of course the two of them discussed about their feelings and how this would affect your relationship but soon realized the two shared the same feelings for you and decided to share you as promised.

now okay I'm going crazy I'm gonna work now on the other stuff i have it's ending here unless i write something for this concept errr.... maybe with zhigang and other characters too hahahha.... 😁 so yeah have fun with this conceppttt

[gamer2002]

https://x.com/DrewPavlou/status/1753951986175844734

Tax funded indoctrination before you learn to read and count? Can we call it grooming already?

[chase-omega]

The reason why Zelda getting her own game is NOT "woke" is because people have been actually asking for it. This isn't something some lefty CEO thought of one day to pander to the wokies, this is something people on BOTH SIDES of the political spectrum have been ACTUALLY ASKING FOR. It is as simple as that. It is not just feminists or SJWs who wanted this game. A large chunk of the Zelda fanbase have wanted this game for a long time. Now can all of you chuds please just lower your pitchforks and torches? I promise you, not every instance of a female or non-white person being the protagonist is some sort of woke agenda. This isn't some anti-men game, Link is NOT portrayed as a bumbling weakling in this game. There is a very big difference between having that stuff to pander, and having that stuff just because it seems like a cool idea. If you cannot tell the difference, you need to rethink your entire worldview.

[thegutterbunny]

Leftism Tires Me.

I'm just gonna put this here because nobody's gonna see it anyways. I'm just trying to organize my messy ass thoughts. Lately, I've been feeling really disillusioned with leftism, but I don't have the proper words for why. Every time I try to google "leftists are annoying" or something all I get is right wing shit. A lot of this is based on experiences I've both IRL and Online. A lot of this is me struggling to put feelings to words. I feel like my personality just doesn't JIVE right with leftists. I'm pretty materialistic, I love stuff. Mostly books, games, kink gear, and clothes. I drool at other people's wardrobes and goth decorated bedrooms. I don't really care which online stores are the "bad ones". I DO want them demonias. They look cool. I like fan servicey/sexy character designs. They're hot. I want more hot characters that aesthetically appeal to me that I can gawk at. I hate when twitter users and talking heads pretend like they are above such "base tastes". I think people are too uptight about having a squeaky clean record of consuming media. Steering away from problematic artists and art into an ever-shrinking circle of "safe" art and artists. It should depend on what you're personally comfortable with, I think. I've dropped artists that I think are reprehensible. Not ever out of some sense of morality and duty, but because they gross me out and I can't look at them the same. Other artists do or have done terrible things, but that adds to the flavor somehow. Makes them more interesting and worth diving into. Sometimes it even humanizes them. Sometimes the art is SO GOOD I just don't give a shit. The constant emphasis on the collective over the individual is off putting to me. I think rules based on morality always end up having to be made arbitrarily because when building a moral system you ALWAYS run into contradictions and inconsistencies. This is because morality is this thing we made up. We don't find morals in nature. They weren't "discovered". Morality isn't divine. Morality is a TOOL. Which is why this idea that being a small part of something "larger than myself" freaks me the fuck out. Sacrificing pieces of myself... Be it my time, my identity, my aspirations, and my body to a machine called "revolution" is off-putting in an existential way. "Your feelings matter until they don't" is that unspoken leftist creed. Philosophers and philosophy enthusiasts are the most annoying irritating motherfuckers to be around. OH HOW I HATE THEM. NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER VENT OR SPILL YOUR GUTS TO A PHILOSOPHY NERD. NEVER MAKING THAT MISTAKE AGAIN.

Sometimes I feel like leftists are more concerned with defending leftism itself than actual people and their feelings. They sanctify the lens they view the world through other then the people they view through that lens. They can be just as biased, stubborn, and incurious as everyone else. Look, not everyone has the time or energy to look through constant studies or be scholars, I get it, but summa y'all just unthinkingly latch onto narratives and refuse to unclutch only because everyone else around you has latched onto the narrative too. The amount of times I've seen someone latch onto a narrative without even thinking about it... Just based on vibes... FUCK. This last one... Speaking as an autistic person... Is rough. Leftist spaces are SUPER cliquey and ran by the same Social Capital rules as anywhere else. There are the same invisible lines to tread here as anywhere else that torture me as someone who's blind to where they lay. Break and self censure yourself to fit in. Nobody's in disagreement. It's just you, and if you disagree we'll all quietly and silently move away from you without a word like everyone else. It depends on the exact space you're in. Whatever friend group or discord server, the feel can "change". People with the most charisma are rewarded with attention, admiration, and a feeling of belonging. Being awkward, shy, quiet, or having the neurodivergent "stench" makes to ostracized. Just. Like. Everywhere. Else. FUCK. YOU.

OK that's enough schizo posting. There's even more I could touch on, but I'm tired and I wanna play Silent Hill 2. If anyone who's read this has the time, what's the diagnosis? What should I do with myself? Am I beyond saving or whatever? I don't even want to "leave leftism" or whatever the fuck, but there's so much... Pressure... here. So much judgement. I want something better for myself but I look everywhere and I can't find it.