#sorry to all the normal people who follow me

[technofeudalism]

i've got one more wall of text in me for today. i'm sorry, but hopefully this helps more people than it annoys.

i understand the concerns people have about social media being captured to technofascist oligarchs and i share them.

however, and you can call me a boomer for this if you'd like, i am way more worried about the fact that we are watching a scarier replay of the 2016 hyper-normalization of Donald Trump already being carried out in mainstream/establishment news outlets.

Some political operatives on the right, who saw mainstream media coverage of Trump’s first term as overly hostile, say the way the press covered Trump’s first term unwittingly did him a favor.   “I do expect that the media coverage will be a little different in tone,” one national Republican strategist told The Hill this week. “Not because the media is all of a sudden planning on being more objective and less biased, but because they probably finally recognize that their over-the-top hysterical coverage has done nothing but help Trump politically.”  

there are many reason this freaks me out worse, but i can sum up a couple of them.

the rhetoric this time is a magnitude more insane and suddenly alarmingly expansionist. logic would suggest this would justify an even more critical evaluation from the media that they are seemingly neglecting to provide.

the public, thanks to total dereliction of duty by the Democrats, are far more geared up for fascist shit than ever, but are totally ignorant to how this is going to happen (concentration camps)

speaking of the Democratic party: following a series of humiliating, high profile L's, the party finds themselves leaderless and less popular than they've been in 30 years at the worst time. when asked to name the leader of the Democratic Party, 49% of registered voters couldn’t name a person or said “nobody.”

before i continue, i know that there has been a dramatic decrease in people who get their news from traditional media and instead rely on social media, podcasts and the like. that makes sense. people aren't watching cable news anymore, chiefly because fewer and fewer people under the age of 30 even have cable TV and they definitely aren't paying for a New York Times subscription.

but what people fail to consider is that the "news" people consume via social media is often rehashed or half-baked, word of mouth versions of reporting conducted by the mainstream media or the journalists who work for them. there are still journalists working for these publications who take advantage of the increased exposure podcasts provide and go on them to talk about their writing.

people hear the same stories at the end of the day, but the way the issue is initially framed when the story first "breaks" and how it is approached by other outlets who follow up on it is significant. it's a lot less work to have to clean up and suppress news on your platform when the news is already favorable to your cause.

think along the lines of a massive disinformation campaign emerging from one outlet, social media being thrown into a complete frenzy and the only journalist who knows the truth from another outlet hesitating to speak out because of threats from his publisher to keep outrage revenue high or, perhaps more ominously, to directly serve the interest of the fascists in charge.

the US media has always been servile to whims of corporate interests because... well... they are owned by the corporate interests.

but up until today, i was holding out some sliver of hope that even if the NYT, for example, wasn't taking up antifascist actions, they would hold onto a tiny bit of reliability as a further watered down version of itself. an increasingly rare, delicate weapon against misinformation on social media, as opposed to being another tool wielded by fascists on aforementioned social media to grow legitimacy and manufacture consent.

then i saw this. my feeling is now that if the New York Times can't even write a headline - with THAT photograph underneath it - that says in plain English "Elon Musk Makes Nazi Salute Twice at Trump Inauguration," then there is going to be a frightening decrease in quality journalism being funded by mainstream outlets coming.

if you are not sure what to do and you want to be well informed, i have two suggestions. the first and most important, most difficult one that is a skill hard to master, is to develop decent media literacy and an ability to derive context from history.

the second is to build a network of trustworthy local, national and global sources that you can count on. ideally, they would be completely independent and free from editorial oversight or corporate control.

here are some of my recommendations. all of them are flawed. never rely on one source. do not immediately accept something as the truth from any single source. everyone is capable of accidentally getting a detail wrong, or even deliberately misleading.

Dropsite News - ran by Ryan Grim, Jeremy Scahill

The Intercept - sadly running out of money, alleged CIA ties

Democracy Now! - more center-left, better domestically

Jacobin - wide variety, sometimes shitty takes, Alex Press is great

The Grayzone - this one is controversial (mainly just to liberals) and they make no qualms about being committed to reporting from an anti-imperialist view of the world

Black Agenda Report - perspective from Black leftists. founded by Glen Ford (RIP), a Black Panther and accomplished investigative journalist

Hasan Piker - hate him, love him, neutral, doesn't matter. he's the largest independent political commentator on the left (by far), covering news and misinformation 9 hours a day. you can think he has shit takes, but he's still a reliable source and has been insanely accurate with his opinions

The Majority Report - been around forever, Sam Seder & Emma Vigeland are amazing, once home to the incredible Michael Jamal Brooks (RIP)

Breakthrough News

Labor Notes

Ben Norton @ Global Political Economy

Caitlin Johnstone (AUS)

these are just what i could come up with but there are many more if you do a little bit of digging using these as a baseline. just remember that the source ultimately is irrelevant and will have it's own biases. it is up to you to separate fact and fiction.

[bluem1lls]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a se-mi fic where the reader is really sweet/kind and is apart of Gi-hun's group in the games. So when se-mi starts flirting with her the boys go all big brother/dad mode and start getting protective. I just think it would be funny to see Dae-ho and Jung-bae doing their goofy marines bit, while se-mi is absolutely unimpressed and sassy and the reader is just watching from afar happy that they're all 'getting along'. Thank you and I love your writing <3

✧₊⁺ i'd do it all again

✦ synopsis: she's very willing to flirt with you, even if there's two are always there to try to stop her from doing it!

tw: pure fluff!

authors note: hiiii, its short but its a week update and im DEAD so dhhdhdfh i hope u like it!!! tysm for the request💓💓

-> "fuck" my head hurts from the impact as i open my eyes to see a girl.. on top of me. her eyes widen as she tries to stay still. her arms keep my body trapped underneath her.

"shit- i'm so sorry" she whispers slowly, trying to not get caught by the doll from the game.

as i can hear it say 'green light' once again. she stands up quickly, lending me her hand as we start running. i can see my brother's eyes moving across the entire room trying to find me because he lost me out of his sight. when he does, he lets out a big sigh as he runs to my side, staying still as we hear the 'red light'.

-> once we're get to the finish line, i lay on the floor, exhausted. my eyes try to find the short haired girl. i stare as i see her bent over, trying to catch her breath.

"you're not allowed to leave my side, ever" dae-ho, my brother, grabs my shoulders as i rolled my eyes. "i'm serious."

"i know, i'm sorry. a girl tripped over me."

as we turned around to head to the main room, i see the girl's eyes follow me until we arrive.

-> as we're done voting, my brother, being the social butterfly he is, already got us a group.

i sit besides gi-hun as i stare the surroundings. i can feel my brother's arms around me as i groan. the girl who fell on top of me stares, quickly removing her eyes of me as i find her sight.

-> and i try multiple times to talk with her, but everytime i seem to get somewhat close, she's moving around as i frown. maybe she's awkward after the way we met but, i'm still curious.

-> as the second game begins, we get together until they announce 'group of 5'. their eyes widen as in-ho tries to move aside, i grab him as i shook my head no. i turn to leave as dae-ho grabs my arm, serious.

"there's no way-"

"listen, i'll be fine. i have an idea. i promise i'll be fine."

"no you liste-"

it's too late, because i'm already running to the pierced girl as she stares up and down at me with a smirk. great, finally an excuse to talk to her and i know she can't run away this time.

"you owe me. and i need a group" i said to her as she scoffed in amusement.

"oh? i owe you?"

"you fell on top of me!" i reply as she hums, playing with her lip piercing.

"what's wrong with your boyfriend's team?" she lifts an eyebrow as i stare wide eye. boyfriend???

"that dumbass?!" i point at dae-ho."he's my brother, ew."

her expression turns into a surprised one, quickly returning to her normal one. was that why she was avoiding me this whole time? i chuckled softly as she did too.

"oh- right. sorry. so um, let's go get three more people" she says, turning around as we see the purple hair guy coming in our direction. we both stare at eachother at the same time, smiling.

great.

-> as we pass the second same, i sit with them, waiting nervously for my brother and the group's return. i see them arrive with a smile as i get up to throw myself into his arms as he hugs me tight. i hug every one of them, happy to see them again.

-> as the night comes, i eat my food while chatting with the group until i see a someone in front of me. i lift my gaze to meet her brown eyes.

i lift my eyebrow as i slowly smile. "hi"

"hey.. thought you could use the company" she said with amusement, sitting next to me. "and, you never told me your name.."

as i tell her, she replies with hers. se-mi.

"pretty name for a pretty girl" i chuckle at her poor attempt to flirt as she laughs with me.

i feel arms wrap around me as i turn my head. of course. i roll my eyes as i sigh.

"hello ladies. i'm dae-ho" he says (to se-mi, mostly) with a serious expression as she stares unfazed and gives him a head nod. "her brother, but you probably guessed since we have the same 'pretty face', like you said." he tells her, trying to put his most 'older brother' face as i elbow him on the ribs.

"get out, oh my god you're so annoying" i said removing myself from his grip as he stares, offended.

"i'm trying to look after my little sister! you can't date someone from this game"

"we're not dating! leave!" i whisper/shout at him as he stares like a puppy while i push him out.

"i was in the marine, by the way!" he tells to her, turning around one last time as she smirks.

i sit again besides her as i huffed. she smiles, amused.

"so that was.. interesting" she plays with her lip piercing, the smirk never leaving her lips. i nod as i stare away, too embarrassed to meet her eyes. "does that mean every time i'll try to talk to you, you'll have a bodyguard?" she chuckles as i nod, embarrassed.

"i mean.. probably"

she hums as her gaze meets my eyes.

"i can do that."

and she means it.

-> and as the days go by, we become closer and closer. hugging eachother everytime we see the other one survived the game, teaming together and staying all night talking.

and she's so pretty, that it doesn't feel surprising when she's making me blush from staring too much, or when i get butterflies everytime she whispers sweet things to me because she knows i love it.

-> and after one specific hard game, i realize i wanna spend every little minute with her. too scared to loose her, i'm asking her to bring her mattress besides mine. as i'm helping her to move it, i can see two people standing in front of us, staring to see what we're doing.

"are you two sleeping together? i don't think thats a good idea." jung-bae says as my eyes widen. "you look like a good young girl, but we can't trust too much" he says to se-mi as this one stares and gives him a soft chuckle.

"that's true. sleeping together is a step too far. are you two dating?" my brother nods at jung-bae's words as i cover my face in embarrassment.

"not yet" she smirks at my brother as his eyes widen.

"can you two just... shush away?" i murmur to them, staring at both.

they look at each other as i move them softly aside.

"i can't believe the disrespect we face. from two young girls" jung-bae says as dae-ho nods.

-> and as the night comes, we lay side to side while talking.

"i really like this.. spending time with you" she says, making me smile. i feel her cold hands with the rings cup my face as i stare at her. "do you think your brother's awake?"

my expression turns into confusion. "um.. no? i don't think so?"

"good" she mumbles against my lips as she kisses me. i let out a soft moan in surprise as i melt into the kiss.

"i knew you weren't a good girl!" my brother jumps from the bed, his finger pointing to se-mi, making us break from the kiss to stare him.

"oh my god where you spying this whole time? you're a fucking-"

"hey careful!" he says, his finger now pointing at me. "now. if you want my sister, i will make your life a living hell" he warns se-mi as she lifts her arms, smiling.

"she's worth it" she says as we both stare at her.

-> and he means it. because even when we leave the game after voting 'x', she warns me many times i'm not allowed to disappear now that she's attached. not like i was going to. but wherever i go, he's also always there too.

and all the guys are also there. even gi-hun, jung-bae and in-ho, warning her every step of the way, as me and jun-hee chuckle. and se-mi starts loving them too, because she's sure she won't be able to get rid of them (she tried!)

with our poor relationship with our father, jung-bae ends up turning into more of a father figure to us, being the one supporting my brother through everything, but also being there for me everyday.

and with time (a lot of family dinners we have together) they start to soften up for her.

-> so it's not a surprise when a few years later, at our wedding, she takes a video of how our life together has been and a video of my brother and jung-bae shows up.

"are you- are you asking us for our blessing?" dae-ho sobs as jung-bae seems to be suppressing his tears. i can hear her laugh, although i can't see her because she was the one recording the video.

"i don't think i would be able to go through it if i didn't" she says, softly.

they're both crying now as they hug her.

"i knew you were the one!" jung-bae says, sobbing like a baby while she laughs.

"we knew it! that's why we went easy on you!" dae-ho says, wiping away his tears.

"yeah, i figured" se-mi says, her tone dripping in sarcasm.

i turn to the side to hug her while i kiss her, laughing as dae-ho and jung-bae stare at the video, blushing red.

"we agreed that was a secret!" jung-bae says, embarrassed as gi-hun hugs him with a chuckle.

"that's-that an edition. se-mi! you said you wouldn't play that" dae-ho says to her as she shrugs.

i cup her face on my hands as she laughs. her gaze meets mine. "i love you so much." my stare filled with love like the first day i met her.

"mh, i love you so much too. happy family, happy wife and happy life right?"

[that-basic-simp]

Come Home

Vi X Fem! Reader CW: Swearing WC: 1.1k+

The Lanes were a bit more rowdy than normal. Especially towards a certain club. As I made my way down that alley, there were people running towards the club. They were ushering people to hurry. I caught word of something being said about a fight going on. And that there was this new "Hound of the Underground". That title went to Vander from when I was growing up here in The Lanes. Who could be this new "Hound of the Underground"? My eyes widened as I could only imagine who this person is. I rushed towards the club and entered it. People were running towards the stairs and I followed suit. Down the stairs I went, followed by numerous tunnels until I walked into the underground pit fighting that was held almost daily. I tried to avoid this club for that specific reason, but here I am.

I ran to find a good seat and I sat down. Bets were being placed and there were papers that showed who you were betting on. There was a red and gold one. The red one had a symbol of a two headed dog while the gold one had a fist. I grabbed the red and held it up. Others followed suit. The crowd was a mix of red and gold. It was mostly red that I saw in the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, hope you're ready for another exciting match here tonight! Let's give a warm welcome to our fighters!"

The announcer said the name of the opponent and he came out into the ring. He raised his arms up and yelled, trying to get the crowd riled up. Only his fans, those who held up the gold paper, were cheering and hollering. He smirked cockily and went to his corner.

"And the defending fighter, going on a three week streak, can she make it to four? Here she is, you know her, you love her, I give you, the Hound of the Underground!"

The doors opened and out stepped the person who I thought it would be. It's been so long since I had seen her, so long since we've been together. We broke things off after she went topside to help an Enforcer track down her sister. I was opposed to it because, well, we all grew up hating the Enforcers. And now she was willing to work with one? It went against everything she was, everything we grew up against. So much has changed. Her hair was longer, it was dyed black and some streaks of red were poking out. Her chest was wrapped tightly in a binding to where I could see some red underneath her armpits. Black makeup was underneath her eyes and were streaked down, like she was crying black. This was not my Vi.

"Fighters, in 3...2...1...fight!"

The fight was over within minutes. Vi was always one to put someone on their ass in a matter of minutes. That's what made her a force to be reckoned with. She fought so hard to protect the ones she loved. But who is she fighting for now? Definitely not herself, but she had to be fighting for something.

After the fight was over and Vi celebrated her victory, everyone went back up to the club to drink and do other things. I tried to find Vi in the crowd, but it was hard to. Until I found her black hair make its way through the crowd and outside. I followed after her and quietly tailed her. She climbed up some stairs and into an apartment above the club itself. I made my way up the stairs and stood by the door. I took in a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Fucking hell," she muttered.

She stumbled over to the door and unlocked it. As she pulled it open, I was met with the stench of alcohol, stale water and blood, along with whatever she used to dye her hair. Our eyes locked and her signature glare softened.

"Y-Y/N?"

"Hey, Vi."

"W-What are you doing here?"

"I caught wind of a fighter known as the 'Hound of the Underground'."

"That was Vander's title."

"Seems like its yours now."

"That's just the pit fighting thing."

"May I come in?"

"Y-Yeah."

She stepped aside and I walked in. She closed the door behind me and she sat down on the small and sorry excuse for a bed. It was just two tables put together with a long board to cover it.

"Vi, this place is a wreck."

"The guy offered it to me in exchange to fight for him."

"And this is your home?"

"Yeah."

I shook my head, "Come home."

She sighed, "I can't. I am home."

"Vi, this place is not a home. This is barely a livable place. It's big enough to barely fit both of us."

"And that's all I need."

"You need something bigger, something better because you deserve it."

"I don't deserve shit."

"Vi, you seriously can't call this place your home. It reeks of literally everything. You need to come home."

"I am home," she said once more.

"This is not a home. It's a prison cell. Worse than that, actually," I said.

"I can't go home."

"Yes, you can, Vi. Look," I sat down beside her and placed my hand on her shoulder. "I know what happened between us didn't end on good terms. I was just surprised you'd want to team up with an Enforcer after all the painful times we suffered from them."

"It's complicated."

"And I am willing to listen after I've had time to sit and process what was going on in that time of your life. But please, come home," I said, tears formed in my eyes.

She turned and faced me, "I can't."

"You're being so stubborn," I muttered. "Baby, please," I reached over and grabbed her hand. "Please come home. We can work things out."

"I am home."

"This is not home, Vi."

She squeezed my hand tightly and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Y/N, listen to me."

"If you tell me that 'you're home' again, I will leave you. For good."

"You don't understand," she whispered, her eyes flicked between mine and my lips. She leaned towards me and pressed these next words against my lips. "I am home."

Everything clicked. Why didn't I understand what she was saying before?

"Y-You are?"

"When I am with you, dove, I'm always home. No matter where we are."

The tears slid down from my face and she reached up to wipe them away.

"Do not cry, my love."

"Oh, Vi!" I pulled her close into a tight embrace.

She held onto me and even moved me to where I was sitting on her lap. After we parted, I couldn't help myself. I pressed my lips against hers and she happily kissed back. Once we parted for a second time, she placed her forehead against mine.

"You'll always be my home."

I smiled and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "I'm just glad I realized it before we had an argument."

"Took you long enough to realize it," she chuckled.

"But seriously, can we go home. This place is not great."

"Of course, dove."

[ybe3-fics]

Here is first chapter y'all :3 (I promise more stuff will happen just let me cook)

Blue Lock as Mean Girls scenes since the similarities are funny and deeply saddening. Short title.

I’m heavily referencing “Meet the Plastics” but this was how the movie was too. Ness is Gretchen, Kaiser is Regina, and I still have no idea who would be Karen. Isagi is DEFINITELY Katty. (Yoichi home wrecking slur saying Isagi) Also, this isn’t really that compliant with the lore and I’m sorry y’all, this is just a silly idea.

Walking into the cafeteria Isagi notices how unusually packed it is. Normally everyone has their own schedule and it was uncommon to run into his own team members in the cafeteria- let alone other teams. On this day, however, it appeared that a lot of people were taking their food break at the same time as Isagi. He didn’t mind much as he was accompanied by Hiori and focused more of his attention on their own conversation. They grabbed their food and sat down in their own little corner planning and discussing everything so far. That brief moment of tranquility was disrupted by a very lively and conceited entrance. Of course, when everyone coexisting relatively peacefully- Micheal Kaiser enters. Ness followed along behind him; it wasn't him who everyone's eyes were drawn to. They were all arrogant (little egoists) football players in one way or another, but Kaiser brought it to a whole other level. He wasn’t just arrogant and cocky on the field- but off field, he was also a nightmare. If there was a name that traveled through teams, it was Kaiser’s. Some could argue Isagi was as big of a pain but at least he got his shit together off-field. What’s worse is that he has to be associated with that wreck. They wear the same freakin’ clothes! Kaiser walked past everyone smirking, it wasn’t like he had anything to be that cocky about. 

Kaiser and Ness both grabbed their food and sat down at a table. Kaiser’s attitude was sensed from across the room. At least he was contained to one person, which was something Isagi silently thanked. Ness was also- fucked in the head, to put it bluntly, but at least he knew how to act in public. He didn’t seem so bad when they first met, yeah he was weird but it seemed like he was a decent guy. Before he started hating on Isagi in an instant. Kaiser influenced most of his thoughts and opinions but Isagi wasn’t butt hurt about a guy he barely knew hating him.

There was another quiet moment of relative peace. Kaiser and Ness were talking among themselves after a while and for a few minutes they were being normal (as normal as they could be) This didn’t last long. 

Isagi was about to finish his meal and Hiori was close to finishing as well. Isagi offered to toss their trash so far, he began walking to the bins although there was a slight problem. To get to the bins he would have to walk directly in front of Kaiser’s table, which wouldn’t be a problem if Kaiser was a normal fucking person. But Isagi wouldn’t let some guy dictate where he could walk. He avoided eye contact as he didn’t feel in the mood to interact with Kaiser.

Passing by the table, Kaiser cut Ness off and smirked. The same annoying he had every time he spoke with Isagi.

“Wow, if it isn’t Yoichi. Going to the trash where you belong?”

Isagi couldn’t help but side-eye him. Was that the best he could do right now? He continued walking. He didn’t expect Kaiser to get out of his seat and walk towards him. He would’ve tried to walk away but it was a short walk for the other to reach him so Kaiser was already blocking his path to throw away garbage.

“You know, we hardly talk as teammates. We should be closer, don’t you think? Here let me get that for you…”

Isagi was now annoyed that he was trying to act friendly. It was obviously fake but the reason why he wanted to commit to this bit was confusing. He looked as Kaiser commanded Ness to take Isagi’s trash and toss it. If it wasn’t shown by the way Ness tugged the trash from Isagi or the way he mumbled something under his breath, Ness was probably more pissed off that Kaiser was talking to Isagi than Isagi. From the corner of his eye, he could see Ness shove the trash in the bin. Even if the “friendly” act was fake, it was a lot nicer than how Kaiser treated Ness on a regular basis. 

“Whatever, man…”

Isagi mumbled annoyed and about to turn around. To his surprise, he saw Hiori watching this whole interaction intently. That sick, twisted, sweet, Hiori was finding this amusing, the small smile on his face evidence.

His attention was later turned back to Kaiser when he heard his words. 

“To heighten team spirits- we should sit together now, right? It’ll strengthen our bond, Yoichi.

Like hell! He thought internally as soon as he heard that. He could feel the look of disgust on his face. He was probably obvious but he didn’t care how rude he looked right now, especially if it was Kaiser. He was about to blow him off or ignore him but he saw Hiori eyes light up. No way Hiori wanted Isagi to spend his free time with Kaiser of all people. He needed some time away from his crazy. Hiori wouldn’t stop having that look of eagerness and silently begging. He almost wished he hadn’t noticed Hiori early so this choice would be easier. Fuck.

He would owe him so much. So much that he doesn’t even know yet.

“Fine…”

He didn’t even want to look at Hiori right now after all of this. But looking back at Kaiser, he noticed a small look of surprise. As if not expecting Isagi to also agree. (Isagi wouldn’t have agreed).

“Wow- you’re so easy, y’know that?”

More words to try to get Isagi to react but his spirits were already killed by Hiori’s eagerness to see him suffer.

He made a quick glance at Ness. Yep. Ness was probably about to lose it there. He didn’t even bother looking up from the table. Isagi saw him begin to bite his lip and clench his fists. He would NOT be in a room with Ness alone at this point. He had never seen him get so mad before. Ignoring him more and focusing his attention on creating distance between himself and Ness.

“Meet tomorrow on Wednesday, wear something pink and cutesy, okay~”

Kaiser said before walking away, getting the last word. It was Ness who picked up their trays and trash. He cleaned their area in silence, not even glancing up at Isagi for a second. Isagi walked away to Hiori who seemed rather composed despite his amused expression. 

The idea of “infiltrating” Kaiser’s space and maybe if he got too close, Kaiser would push him away like Ness. This was definitely for Hiori’s entertainment, but his plan didn’t sound too bad. So that’s why he’ll do it. Pretend to get to friendship level in the hope that he’ll leave Isagi alone. 

“I promise you- he’ll start treating you like Ness soon. Just give it some time.”

Hiori spoke in his soft and smooth voice, even though he was saying absolute bullshit. He couldn’t say no when he phrased it like that. Hopefully he’ll stop hanging with him. 

With Kaiser and Ness

Ness jogged lightly to catch up with Kaier. He didn’t mind tossing their trash away or assisting Kaiser with anything else he needed. However, he did mind when Isagi was brought up. As if Ness needed Kaiser to that dumb, short, annoying, stupid hair, and stupid face and-

He was now in the closer distance of Kaiser. Ness knew better than to question Kaiser’s decision. Kaiser's word was truth and he knew that this was all some plan to mess with Isagi- or maybe even a smarter plan for football that Ness couldn’t comprehend. It had to be that. There was no possible way that Kaiser would enjoy Isagi more than Ness. This was solely for soccer, to stick it in that dumb Isagi’s face. Yeah.

They walked in silence as he could sense Kaiser was deep in thought. He wouldn’t want to disrupt his very important thought going on.

“What.”

A sharp and cold tone brought Ness out of his own thoughts. Kaiser looked at him annoyed.

“You’re staring and have that irritating expression. What is it, Ness? Spit it out.”

There was a brief pause as Ness took time to gather his thoughts and find the best way of expressing them without Kaiser getting upset.

“I was just wondering what the plan is.”

Kaiser gave Ness a confused look and his irritability increased.

“What the fuck are you talking about- what plan??”

“Oh, well why you invited Isagi. That plan…”

Kaiser stopped walking and rolled his eyes. He was getting tired of Ness today.

“It wasn’t a plan, dumbass.”

Kaiser continued walking, not noticing Ness staying behind. He was paralyzed still. Kaiser was doing this, just because he wanted to? He wanted to be around Isagi. More than Ness. He wanted someone else to be around other than Ness. Ness who had served him ever since they met- Ness who had made sure to fix himself to fit around Kaiser’s needs- Ness who was overall the better choice for Kaiser. Isagi. He chose Isagi. 

I'll post the next part soon >o<

OH MY FUCKING GOD

BLUE LOCK AND MEAN GIRLS ARE SIMILAR- REGINA GEORGE AND KAISER?? AND NESS BEING GRETCHEN- AND ISAGI BEING KATTY

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about to write smth with this yall. I got a vision.

UPDATE -

writing a fic about this right :D (Ness is not going to be fine in this one y'all)

[fitzselfships]

I know I'm supposed to be asleep but I just got done crying over how much I love Zooble. I love them so much!!!! I say that a lot but it's true

They've done so much for me over the past several months. They're helping me cope a lot better now with stuff and they've made me a lot happier than I was before! I genuinely don't know where I'd be now without them. I'm so thankful they're apart of my life now <:]

I wish they were real so I could tell them just how much they've done for me and how much I love them <3

[show-tunes]

Genuine question what version of this guy do you think is more of a hear me out

[dreamsy990]

you know i used to think it was weird how sora and roxas have such different personalities for supposedly being 'the same person' but after playing a few games i sort of realized that they do have similar personalities, because roxas acts how sora does when he's under extreme stress.

compare roxas to sora in, say, kh1. that's where a lot of peoples idea of sora's personality comes from. sora is generally very upbeat and optimistic in that game. not very similar to roxas, right?

but let's switch the game and talk about a game where sora is ABSOLUTELY GOING THROUGH IT. chain of memories.

sora's resting state is melancholy in com. he only ever cheers up in short bursts, usually when he's joking around with friends. just like roxas.

he's quick to anger, and tends to lash out at the organization members. best example of this is when larxene makes him 'remember' namine, and he swings at her repeatedly, even after she's gone. he only stops when jiminy is able to snap him out of it.

you know what scene that resembles?

sora, while a bit more on the angry side and less sad, continues to act like this in kh2 when he's in stressful situations. (he also has a tendancy to insult people which, while it's not very related to the point, is very funny and sora saying 'gonna cry?' to xigbar is great.) i cant comment any further than that about kh2 off the top of my head.

so, roxas acts like sora does when he's stressed, right? but why is roxas always acting like that? to which i say, he isnt!

he only ever acts like that when he's also in fucked up and stressful situations, which happens to be a CONSTANT in his life. but when he's hanging out with axel and xion, a decidedly NOT stressful situation, he's a lot more like sora. he's teasing his friends and insulting his coworkers and joking around and acting like a normal kid. not really important, but unless i misremembered some sora lines which is VERY possible, both roxas and sora respond to friendly insults with "oh thanks!" a lot. just a funny little detail that felt relevant.

the biggest differences between roxas and sora boil down to environment and... i dont know how to put it besides volume? roxas is very quiet and tends to keep most of his thoughts to himself, while sora is very loud and expressive in comparison.

there is one other huge difference i noticed, which is less character based and more story. sora wanted to get off destiny islands and explore with his friends, but roxas just wanted routine. sora wants adventure, and roxas wants things to stay the same, for days where he gets off work and eats ice cream with his friends to last forever, to keep having conversations about nothing and watching the sunset. roxas wants normalcy, sora wants excitement. it's just interesting seeing their contrast.

not sure if this is very well said or anything i just wanted to talk about my boys

[d1sapp01ntm3nt]

(almost) every single piece of outsiders fanart I’ve made. Johnnyboy stuff in a different post cuz I have so much of them grrhrbsidbdksna

[girltiger5000]

some self indulgent stuff

[reginamillls]

I think the deleted scene is simply showing you how much Buck is cared for by the people he chose to be in his life, and from someone who craved that care and attention for so long I just think that's neat that Buck has so many people now that do, and idk I'm just happy for him

[sunhowler-art]

so peculiar, so beloved

[gingerswagfreckles]

Hey everything is getting so crazy and infuriating so I'm making a lot of posts about gentile antisemitism and I just wanted to say that to my like 5 or 6 gentile followers who actually reblog this stuff despite the inevitable backlash and ostracization that comes with being associated with Jews nowadays, I see it and I really really really REALLY appreciate it. Beyond what I can really articulate.

[hsslilly-blog]

huntclaire divorce au. everything is exactly the same but wait i was going to make a joke here but i’m actually very invested in this

[icewindandboringhorror]

examining a seemingly normal image only to slowly realize the clear signs of AI generated art.... i know what you are... you cannot hide your true nature from me... go back where you came from... out of my sight with haste, wretched and vile husk

[m0e-ru]

it sucks that p4's final antagonist had to be a woman. it sucks that p4's final antagonist had to be trans. it sucks that p4's final antagonist had to have an ambiguous gender identity. it sucks that p4's final antagonist had to be inhuman. it sucks.

[defensivelee]

this is gonna hit like the stupidest shit you've ever heard and it's extremely very niche so im just gonna explain in greentext how i decided charles would be into inflatables/pool toys

>be me >furry >fandom already known for its weird kinks. there was a period a few years back where it seemed like the adult side of the fandom was getting more accepted but tbh here on tumblr it appears to be the same as it always has >not bothered, the horny furs are always the coolest people you'll ever meet and they don't give a shit >vaguely aware of the kink/fetish over inflatables/pool toys >these being like those big inflatable floating flamingos you see on pools but shaped like cute animals or fursonas >find out people want to fuck these and pay incredible amounts of money to have their creatures made as pool toys with SPHs (stratgeically placed holes) so they can do just that >go down a rabbit hole of inflatable makers out of curiosity >finds this thing

>holy fuck i can see it >really fucking seeing it >these things are full of whimsy and shameless, trashy sexual energy >just like charles >charles would fuck this thing