#stop being hypocrite actually its embarrassing

[reyesranch]

why is there so much discourse rn helpn

[kelluinox]

Oh are people mad at JKR again and calling out her antisemitism? That's funny. No, it is! It's funny when people suddenly care about antisemitism after these 5 months we've had. It's funny when people who threw a grand ol party on October 7th suddenly care about being antisemitic. It's funny when the people who called the kidnapping and rape and largest massacre of Jewish people since the Holocaust justified resistance... suddenly care about the Holocaust. It's funny to hear their "very angry very loud very righteous outrage against antisemitism" when they have:

1) said and done nothing about the hostages being held by Hamas, among which there is a baby and a 4 yo and women being subjected to sexual torture

2) done nothing to pressure the embarrassment called the Red Cross to pass vital medicine to the hostages and actually do its job

3) have gone full Holocaust denial with their denial of the 7th... despite eagerly sharing videos of Shani Louk and Naama Levy and Noa Argamani and the Nova Festival massacre as it was happening, asking Hamas to film their slaughter horizontally and calling victims "hipsters" as the massacre was actually happening

4) called for the murder and expulsion of half the world's jews from the Levant, labeling them all colonizers despite us being indigenous... which is ironic because they certainly don't seem eager to move their own ass and go back to wherever they came from (looking at you Americans, Canadians, Australians - shut the fuck up you hypocritical bitches)

5) attacked, and harassed, and bullied, and even murdered jews all over the world since the 7th. Jewish students were told to hide in the attic from an angry mob, have been unable to walk to class without verbal or physical attacks, have been unable to mourn the biggest massacre of jews since the Holocaust, have had posters of the kidnapped jews that they put up torn down, have had all their attempts at talks about antisemitism and peace derailed and have even been unable to wear their magen david without harassment. Jewish business have been targeted and defaced. And Paul Kessler and Samantha Woll were murdered. Murdered!

6) refused to listen to jews about antisemitism and have eagerly repeated antisemitic conspiracy theories as old as the middle ages like the gullible bigoted little idiots that they are: Jews control the media by distracting Americans from Gaza by using Spotify Wrapped, the Superbowl, and making a Stop Jewish Hate ad (wow do I 'love' it when Americans make fun of their own intelligence by admitting that they're so easily distracted). Jews poison wells - they poison Palestinian land. Jews steal Christian kids and drink their blood - Jews kidnap blond Palestinian children and steal organs from Palestinian corpses. Jews love killing and are bloodthirsty monsters - Jews intentionally target civilians, have killed 0 terrorists whatsoever, and are rubbing their hands in glee watching mass starvation unfold. Oh, and they also do all this on Ramadan because they're evil like that. Beyond that we also have had: Jewish doctors are not to be trusted - straight out Stalin's doctor's plot. And Zionists are racists - straight out of Imperial Russia's Protocols of the Elders of Zion. Wow, congrats on quoting Imperial Russia and the leader of the Soviet Union, fuckers. Though frankly you don't seem embarrassed about that considering your genocidal intifada posters display the hammer and sickle, do you?

7) have ignored literally everything Hamas has done. From the rape and brutal murders and kidnapping (videos of which they published themselves!). To the tunnels. To the theft of aid. To the execution of civilians following humanitarian corridors to safe zones. To using hospitals to hide weaponry, terrorists and hostages. To forcefully keeping civilians in said hospitals even as they try to evacuate, using them as human shields. To shooting at civilians who try to get some aid before it's stolen. To sending 4 yo children to Israeli soldier camps to assess their preparedness. To keeping weapons beneath a child's bed. To enlisting child soldiers. To programming children with Mein Kampf. To launching rockets from next to kindergartens and across the street from a building belonging to the joke we call the UN. To breaking the November ceasefire 15 minutes in because even an hour without killing jews was too difficult for them to accomplish. To separating families despite the hostage deal being that families will not be separated. To branding the Jewish boys they took hostage (sound familiar to you yet?). To forcing child hostages to watch their October 7 videos and threatening to shoot them if they cry. To raping female hostages. To depriving elderly and chronically ill hostages of life saving medicine. To forcibly converting female hostages. To not releasing the Bibas family despite the deal being that all children be returned. To executing hostages and then lying they died in air strikes despite the cause of death being a bullet. To creating sick games where they publish photos of hostages and dare psychopaths on the internet to guess which are dead and which alive. The list goes on and on and on and you lot stick your fingers in your ears every single time and go "lalala not listening".

8) Have supported the Houthis who literally have "a curse upon the jews" in their slogan

9) Have supported Bin Laden

10) Have supported Iran by supporting its proxy - Hamas.

11) Have shamed Ukrainians for trying to remind them that Russia is still attacking them, and told them that they should support Palestine when... Hamas and the Houthis have literally visited Moscow and Iran are Russia's allies. Good job, guys. Good job.

12) Have done everything to exaggerate what's happening, twist the facts and demonize Israel, all the while portraying it as "criticism". A war is suddenly not bad enough on its own - it has to be a genocide to get people to care. Displacement caused by a war is not bad enough - it has to be ethnic cleansing. Israel is suddenly a fascist Nazi state... despite being democratic and Jewish (where have all the people who laughed at Putin for calling Zelensky a nazi despite Zelensky being a jew gone? I wonder). The war in Gaza has to be the worst conflict on Earth, despite there being ongoing genocides in Sudan and China and the goddamn invasion of Ukraine.

And before any of you antisemitic goyim start furiously typing that it is a genocide and I'm a genocide apologist, please do keep in mind that jews know more about genocide than you ever will. And being a Russian jew I will know more about fascism than you ever will. So do us all a favor, shut up and listen to people more educated on the matter than you.

13) Have tried to define Zionism and Judaism and Jewish history to jews. Thanks for the goysplaining, I guess

14) Have mocked released hostages and their testimonies. Falsely claimed that they were not mistreated and actually written fanfics of them falling in love with the terrorists who murdered their families and kidnapped them

15) Have defaced the statue of Amy Winehouse

16) Have made lists of jews. Oh, sorry, "zionists"

17) Have devolved into race science

And to conclude my post, here are just a few photos of the shit goyim have done since october:

[tzuberry]

after classes with zerobaseone maknae line υ´• ﻌ •`υ

pairing shen quanrui (ricky), kim gyuvin, park gunwook, han yujin + gn reader⠀⠀⠀details fluff, diff tropes and scenarios for each member, established relationship (ricky, gunwook), f2l (gyuvin, yujin)

cw none ⠀⠀⠀wc 699 748 654 787 respectively (2888 in total)⠀⠀⠀reading time 12 min

note if you are the one who liked this post when tumblr accidentally posted it you are a real one but i am sorry you had to see that. anyway ... this is my return to zb1 tumblr since 2023 + short explanation! ricky’s and gunwook’s fics are calmer because they’re in established relationships, to give off a sense of constancy - gyuvin’s and yujin’s are exaggerated because they’re not, to give off infatuation 🙏🏻 these r not very good but i hope you like them!

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ricky 리키

RICKY HAS not once had a problem with picking you up in his car, despite not going to the same school. You’d always wondered how he found enough time and energy after classes to endure the twenty-kilometer, forty-five-minute drive from his school to yours, especially with how prevalent and severe the traffic was in the city you lived in.

You’ve repeatedly told him—borderline reprimanded—that he’s never had to do this, and that you can make the effort home all by yourself. Ricky’s always replied with a shrug and an excuse about how he likes doing this for you, even if your high schools were in completely opposite directions from the heart of the city.

As your class ends today, you fully expect him to be there, waiting in front of the gate in his wildly expensive bright red car (which used to embarrass you slightly when he pulled up, but you’ve gotten used to it) with a warm smile on his face and a drink in hand for you. Amongst the hurried footsteps of your peers, you manage to find a way past them and straight to the exit, eager to find your boyfriend’s familiar face in the crowd of other students dismissed the same time as you.

It might sound a little hypocritical of you, but even though you didn’t hold it to a standard of Ricky to pick you up everyday, it still made you feel happy inside whenever he did—which has been everyday since the new semester started.

Without fail, the moment you step outside the bounds of campus, your boyfriend is there waiting for you in the expensive bright red car you expected him to be in, with two strawberry lattes in his front seat cup holders visible through the window—one being intended for you.

He unlocks the door as you walk up, waiting for you to fasten your seatbelt and settle in before he shifts the gear stick to drive.

“How was your day?” he inquires, coming to a halt at the first stop light. He pulls the straw of your latte from its spot in the small compartment on the door panel, poking it through the wrapped paper and putting it into the drink for you.

You take a sip when he hands it to you, gulping down before replying. “Good, actually! My teacher was sick and didn’t show up, so I had an entire period to catch up on assignments,” you say. “What about you?”

“Good now that I’m with you,” he answers, shrugging. “My presentation didn’t really go so well, and I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

The school he attended was a notoriously strict, high-standard international school that was practically established to cater to company heirs and others alike—and Ricky was no exception to that. However, it meant that he was also held to a higher standard than most students the same age, and you knew that your schedule and school were more lax than his.

“Let’s get some sleep,” you suggest. He simply hums in agreement as the traffic light turns to green, putting his focus back on the road while accelerating.

You get to Ricky’s house not long after that, greeting his mom before making a beeline to his room. You both sneak under the covers of his bed, and take a minute to talk a bit more about each of your days before settling in fully.

Your boyfriend’s hesitation is palpable, and you’re sure it’s because he feels a little guilty for sleeping when you would usually spend time (awake) together after classes. But his eyelids are betraying him, and his eyes are shutting as the conversation pursues, so you resolve to let him know it’s alright.

“You can go to sleep, I’m okay,” you assure him. “I’ll wake you up later.”

Ricky nods. “Thanks a lot, [Name].” He sinks down into the mattress a bit more. “I love you.”

“Just get some sleep,” you quickly respond. “I love you too.”

You often wondered how your boyfriend always had the energy to pick you up everyday, and today you got your answer—he doesn’t. He’s just been able to find the energy because it was you, and now you know how lucky you are.

gyuvin 규빈

GYUVIN’S UNSURE when this arrangement between the two of you started. It was majorly unspoken, even from the beginning—after class, you would follow the languid crowd of students to the main gate, and you’d find him waiting by the potted camellia plant placed adjacent to the cement post near the opening of the school.

Then, you’d stop by the 7-Eleven around the corner for your fix of ice cream (if you felt like it; if not, the row of frozen yoghurt shops and local coffee pop-ups across were just as inviting). He would offer—no, insist on paying—and you would engage in a back-and-forth about how it shouldn’t be this way, that you should just let him pay, because, you know... he wants to.

And then it’s bittersweet—literally. For some reason, you always pick some kind of wack flavour that Gyuvin has no interest in. Today, it’s limited-edition Baskin Robins espresso-flavoured ice cream in a 4-ounce cup. You probe him to try at least half a spoonful of it, and he does, noting the bitter top note of the taste. He also notes that you let him use the same spoon you used just now, which somehow makes the ice cream come off a bit sweeter on his tongue.

Gyuvin doesn’t remember when all of this became a daily thing. You weren’t even classmates a year ago, much less friends; how did this... happen between you two?

You’ve begun your trek home, side-by-side (him nearer to the street, of course), when he realizes this all started because you live two blocks apart. What he still doesn’t know, though, is why you’ve both kept this routine up for so long.

Whatever. Gyuvin shakes off the thought with a literal shake of the head, tuning back in to what you were saying. He divides the focus of his gaze between you and the path ahead.

“... I suck at the sciences, and, you know, Park Gunwook, all-knowing science genius is always out to get my top 1 spot in class. I’m so—” You groan. “Frustrated!”

He chuckles. “I’ll sabotage him for you.”

“Oh, sure you would. You’d sabotage your best friend’s grades for some classmate.” Rolling your eyes, the notion almost makes you laugh. Gyuvin’s cute when he jokes like this; he always says he’d do all kinds of things for you, and it’s clearly an exaggeration, but it also makes you insanely giddy to believe that he could really mean what he says for a second.

You lick the mini wooden spoon in your hand clean of any remaining melted ice cream. “I hope you don’t tell Gunwook any of this, by the way. I kind of need him to tutor me in physics,” you not-so-sheepishly add, nudging Gyuvin’s arm with your elbow.

“Yeah, he won’t hear anything from me. My loyalty lies with you only,” he jokes.

“I’d hoped so,” you reply.

Then, as per usual, the rest of the walk is silent—with many mumbled warnings from him whenever you cross the road. He’s made it a point to notify you of oncoming vehicles or any potential hazards (like a puddle you can slip in or an obstacle you might trip on). You’ve observed he’s always had that habit, and even though you’re well aware of the ground you walk on yourself, you don’t mind it too much; it just means that he cares for your safety.

Gyuvin’s house is short two blocks in the journey to and fro the school compared to yours, meaning your house is farther away and further behind his. Still, since the first time he walked you home, he’s never complained of the extra steps he takes past his house on the way to yours and the ones he takes back to his after he’s dropped you off.

Today is just like any other day. You arrive at your doorstep, and he hands you the backpack he decided to carry for you halfway into the trip home.

You sling a strap over one shoulder before looking up at him again. “Same time tomorrow?”

Gyuvin nods, a small smile on his face as he affirms your statement. “Same time tomorrow.”

He waits for you to close the door after stepping inside, and then he pivots his heel ninety degrees back towards his house. He’s sure it’s only him, and it must all be in his head, but the air between you has shifted. He might even know why he still chooses to walk you home after all this time.

gunwook 건욱

GUNWOOK AND your favourite time of day is the period just before dusk, when you’ve finished studying together for the afternoon and head up to the—more often than not—restricted rooftop of your school building.

You’re aware that your boyfriend can get in trouble (and perhaps lose his status as class rep) by sneaking up to a blocked-off area of the school, so these visits have become a lot less frequent over the past few months; despite this, you’ve viewed the rooftop as one of your favorite places even though you’ve only been there with Gunwook, and not as frequently as you did before.

To you, whenever you were up there with the boy you loved and held so dearly to your heart, time seemed to slow—you’d take your places on the floor, knees close to your chests as you stared up at the sky, awaiting the sunset and subsequent dusk to fall on you both.

There have been some days that have served as exceptions to the rooftop being exclusively your and Gunwook’s spot, though, like when you feel the desire to be there yourself on the occasion your boyfriend can’t join you due to a prior engagement—a day like today.

The rooftop offered a view of the Seoul skyline, with your school being established strategically near the middle of the city. The breeze was colder in higher places, and it ruffled your hair as it blew past you.

Gunwook assured you that he’d meet with you after he finished something up for the incoming school festival. You admired your boyfriend for being so hardworking and kind towards everyone, even when you and he both knew he felt pressured most of the time.

And at this moment in time—the rooftop doesn’t feel as special to you alone in comparison to when Gunwook is here to accompany you. The view is still breathtaking, and the winds hitting your face are refreshing, but time isn’t slowing down for you like it does when you’re with him. This is your spot together, after all.

A tap on your shoulder wakes you straight out of your thoughts, and you turn to see a smiley Gunwook preparing to sit down beside you on the floor. When he has, he inches closer to you so you can lie your head on his shoulder the way he knows you want to. Then, the motion of your hands finding each other is almost automatic; he begins to stroke the back of your hand in circular movements with his thumb.

“So, how long have you been up here, huh?” your boyfriend teases, flashing his gummy smile and earning a light chuckle from you. “Since you left me to go do your student council thing,” you respond, scoffing.

Gunwook laughs. “Hey, I think you’ll enjoy the school festival when it happens. We even got that bungeoppang seller outside that you like so much to come in,” he tells you, “I just have one thing to do on festival day—and then, after that, I’m free and we can sneak off up here.”

“What do you have to do on festival day?” you ask.

The boy next to you giggles, knowing that what’s about to come out of his mouth is too cheesy for how long you’ve been dating (which was about to be three years soon). “Take a picture with my [Name], of course.”

You can’t even begin to digest that overly exaggerated sweet statement, and you rip your hand away from Gunwook’s jokingly. “You’re so...” You shake your head in feigned disapproval. “Cheesy.”

“I am, but it’s only for you,” he says, beaming.

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” you brush it off, lips curving into an upward crescent. “If other people knew you said this kind of stuff to me, they’d never see you the same way again.”

Gunwook rolls his eyes, now throwing his arm over your shoulder. “I’m lucky it’s just us here then.”

yujin 유진

YUJIN’S BEEN athletically inclined since elementary school, and you’d be lying to say you weren’t envious of him sometimes. With training and his becoming popular overnight when the first semester of tenth grade started, though, it’s undeniable that he’s been perpetually busy.

So, whenever your long-time best friend does get the time to spend with you, you make the most out of it and do something memorable together; however, you could never really tell when his high school varsity coach would schedule a last-minute training session and ruin your plans.

Today is... unfortunately one of those days. You’d taken a bit of time to plan a hang out consisting of a late afternoon stroll through the park, then dinner at a restaurant you stumbled upon recently Yujin hadn’t tried yet but served his favourite food. You knew this was all in vain, though, when just as the bell rang, you found him at the foot of your classroom door, holding a drink from the vending machine as an “I’m sorry” gift to express his regret (and guilt).

He grins an awkward, strained grin when you make eye contact. “[Name], I know you had something planned out today, but—”

“It’s okay, Yujin. We can do it another time,” you say, taking his hand in yours and starting to walk away from the door.

“Really?” he questions. “I hate doing this to you, and I’d spend all my time with you if l could, because, you know, you’re...” he pauses, visibly deliberating what to say, “you’re my best friend, and I don’t want to make you feel like our friendship is one-sided because it’s not, I don’t want it to be, and we’ve been friends since middle—”

Due to the frequency of this kind of thing happening, you’ve grown accustomed to it. The first few times your best friend bailed on you, you felt hurt (and maybe upset), but it’s happened enough times now that it doesn’t faze you anymore.

You stop in your tracks, facing Yujin. “It’s really okay,” you repeat, dropping his hand. You understand that he has his own obligations, and you could take no other course of action than to give way; moreover, you’d known for a while that since approaching high school, your friendship would be different. Things were bound to change, anyway.

He winces. “Are you sure?”

“I am,” you answer. “I’ll wait for you.”

“Okay.”

You decide to spend the two hours Yujin’s at practice to finish all your due assignments—but it’s hard to devote yourself entirely to organic chemistry when all you can do is think of him. You’d liked your best friend since the summer of ninth grade.. and you’re in eleventh now. Evidently, you’ve never told anyone, much less Yujin himself, and it’s starting to take a toll on you... and so does simply thinking about it. So, to avoid giving your feelings any more thought than you already have, you put down the black Muji pen you’ve been using to revise your notes and surrender to sleep.

When Yujin finds you, your eyelids are closed and you’re lying down on your left arm, head turned to the right. The homework he presumes you were trying to do is sprawled out across the table messily, but your pen still has a place in your hand. He wonders how long you’ve been asleep, mimicking your position this time facing you. Not long after, he falls asleep staring at you.

When you wake up, your eyes feel like they’ve been glued shut. You can’t flutter them open as easily as you usually can, and even when you do, your vision is clouded and hazy. Still, you can make out the sleeping Yujin resting his head on his forearms and facing you—sure, your eyelids had a hard time fluttering, but your heart didn’t (as cliché as that sounds). Sitting up, you click your phone on and discover that it’s an hour past the time he finished practice. He must’ve fallen asleep waiting for you to wake up; you fell asleep waiting for him.

You know you should probably wake him up, but you can’t help it and rest your head back down onto the table anyway. He looks really... calm this way; it’s nice. Your gaze flickers from one facial feature of his to another, then another, and so on. And then, suddenly, you remember why you’ve liked him for this long.

Yujin slowly wakes up, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his hair as he does. The second he becomes aware that you’re awake too, he jolts up.

“Come on, [Nickname]. Let’s go get dinner,” he invites.

You’re packing your things into your backpack when Yujin, who is standing awkwardly off to the side, interrupts. “I’ll skip practice next time—I’m sorry.”

[itgirlgyu]

txt when they have explosive diarrhoea! *UNSERIOUS

۫ ִ ﹗🐡 𓏸 txt!ot5 . ⊹ ݁ 🗯  ⋆ WARNING!!! lots of shit talk again as it is still a normal part of life!!   THIS IS A JOKE!!! 𖤛REQUESTED!

CHOI YEONJUN.

too prideful for the diarrhoea pills.

hunched over with his legs cross while holding on to the wall for his dear life.

"It's a way of living."

sure it is yeonjun.

everyone already knows that he's suffering.

everyone can see how much yeonjun is clenching but they'd rather rejoice seeing the man in pain than help so it's like a fun time as he flails like a flag in the wind.

beomgyu purposefully occupies bathrooms so he has to suffer and wiggle and silently cry as he waits for him to come out

with taehyun recording yeonjun's entire ordeal

soobin walking around yeonjun while playing shitting noise on his bluetooth speakers.

it's a group venture at this point to mentally scar yeonjun for life

beomgyu only comes out when huening kai texts him that yeonjun had become blue in the face.

after yeonjun crawls into the bathroom at last

no one can enter that place anymore for like a week

it has been officially declared a biohazard zone.

yeonjun refuses to acknowledge that day.

CHOI SOOBIN.

the first thing after he is done shitting is slamming beomgyu's door open and accusing him of putting something in his take out.

beomgyu—"but i wasn't even there when you ate last!"

refuses to accept that he is suffering because had eaten spicy ramen last night which he hadn't been able to digest.

makes it everyone's problem that his ass is on fire but also refuses to go to the hospital because he is too embarrassed.

doesn't take pills because he thinks it can also heal on its own while huening kai has to help him by dragging him to the bathroom and stay outside for moral support with soobin checking every 4 second to make sure he's actually there

after taehyun forces the medicine down his throat, he's still complaining that the pain hasn't stopped within five seconds.

by the end of the night everyone has dark circles and messy hair from staying awake with soobin

with soobin finally crawling our of the bathroom like

"yes it's stopped coming out!"

while cradling the bump in his head from beomgyu's outburst and a punch

everyone cheered.

and then no one ever talked about that day again.

CHOI BEOMGYU.

brother just casually drops it in the conversation???

like we don't want the health state of your gut health beomgyu.

especially how much ton you think ended up shitting out.

will actively ruin any and every conversation with his near death experience with diarrhea.

"i almost shit my spleen out, that was such a scary event in my life."

meanwhile taehyun weighing the consequences of telling him that he can't shit his spleen out vs hear beomgyu try to argue that his butthole suction is that strong that he can ACTUALLY do it.

while yeonjun has his head out of the window to clear himself off the me talk traumatic flashes when he was at the apartment the day this had happened and he almost had to take beomgyu to the hospital while his dropping shit like a pigeon.

beomgyu has to be shut down manually because one more word and yeonjun would have flung himself down.

KANG TAEHYUN.

this man will DIE shitting before he let's you know that he also had his bouts with diarrhoea.

biggest hypocrite when it comes to shit talk because man wants to be in everyone's business like an overactive enthusiastic activist like there's nothing to be ashamed about YOUR GUT HEALTH! TAKE PROBIOTICS!!!

except when the matter becomes personal.

will not tell anyone that he's shitting thrice in half n hour and his stomache is feeling its being sucked out and his butt is on fire.

hyuka—oh why are you walking like that taehyun?

taehyun—i was twerking.

contrary to his own beliefs, doesn't take any medicines.

has his squabbles with diarrhoea until it gets better on its own

and then when his ass heals, gets back on his high horse

lies that he takes care of his diet so well that he never had diarrhoea ever

HUENING KAI.

okay he might not tell anyone because nobody asks him about it.

even when he's like running across the house until he becomes a blur to get inside the bathroom like his life depends on it

not a squeak from anyone.

sometimes when soobin would be occupying the bathroom, scrolling on his phone while huening scratching onto the door like

he's gonna explode anytime soon

beomgyu walking by like, " oh wow huening are you cosplaying a cat?"

comes out of the bathroom all sweaty with his bangs stuck to his forehead to the dance practice.

and yeonjun is like, "everyone should be as hardworking as huening."

even when his ordeal is all over

doesn't tell anyone how much he was suffering

when taehyun asks him how does he take care of his food intake that well

huening kai breaking the fourth wall and looking the camera like it's the office.

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[oumaheroes]

I miss the UK bros, how are they doing this time of day? Getting into trouble? Fighting? Getting absolutely pissed drunk and singing as they walk home? Fighting? How are my boys?

~Izzy

I'm very glad you asked 😌

This fic also relates way back to that poll I had, wherein I asked people who they wanted to see Wales written with in a small fic. The answer was a brother, so I chose North!

Characters: Wales, Northern Ireland, UK Bros referenced

Warnings for graphic details of butchery

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Art Show

‘So, do you think I should ask them?’

‘I think they’ll be offended if you don’t.’

‘Yeah, but should I.’

Wales looked up from the dead sheep he was laying out on the old fashioned stone table and wiped his forehead with the back of his arm, ‘Do what you want, love. It’s your art show.’

‘Yeah but that’s you saying that there’s still a right answer.’ Leant against the rough outside brick of the barn nearby, North spun his mobile between his forefinger and thumb, the screen a dark mirror catching the sun.

With a far brighter flash of light, Wales picked up his boning knife from its spot on the table and wiped the back of it on his overalls. North eyed it, then the dead sheep, and ignored the urge to head back inside.

‘There’s not a right answer,’ Wales said slowly, ‘I’m just telling you that they will be upset if you don’t invite us.’

‘You’re invited.’

‘If you don’t invite all of us.’ Wales gave him a pointed look, conveying to him the need to honour a long-held understanding (long, at least, to North’s lifetime) that there were certain things that must be done As A Family. To exclude one or more of them from one of these unspoken events was a sure-fire way to surface old grudges North didn’t even want to try to understand. Annoyingly, most of these events involved himself.

‘I think it will be nice.’ Wales offered to the silence. ‘You and your friends’ work all hung up in a proper gallery, a chance to walk around your college. We could even go for dinner afterwards. Like...’

Wales stopped himself, maybe hearing the impossible wish in his words that made North feel embarrassed and hungry for it at the same time. Silently, Wales twisted the sheep to the position he wanted it and then, in one practised movement, slit the whole thing from throat to groin. North gagged and turned away.

Wales clucked at him in concern, gaze still focused on the sheep and the knife, ‘Are you alright?’

North didn’t trust himself to speak. He clamped his jaw tightly shut, turning back to focus on the green hills beyond the farm over Wales’ shoulder, and gave him a thumbs up.

‘It’s nice of you to watch but you really don’t have to.’

North had offered to help him, actually. Wales was very kind to omit that.

‘Alisdair will think it’s pointless.’ North continued thickly, watching Wales skin the sheep in a few quick, strong tugs, his shoulders tightening and broadening under his baggy shirt before softening away again.

‘Oh, he can piss off. He just doesn’t know what to do with himself in a place like that.’

‘He thinks me being in college at all is stupid.’

‘He’s a hypocrite. He’s had human friends before. And more human lives than I can count.’

‘He might not even come.’

‘He will.’

That’s what North was actually worried about. He knew all of them would turn up if he asked them to, they had for everything else. School plays when he was much younger, football and rugby games, sessions in parliament- there was always one of them present in all of his early achievements. Older now though, it felt strange. North didn’t know what was worse, Scotland grumbling and picking fault in the entire thing and North’s enjoyment of it, or maybe Patrick finding it all amusing. Like a hobby or passing fancy North had picked up, rather than anything to be taken seriously. It was only an end of year art show, for a module he took only because some of his friends had chosen it, but he’d found that he’d liked it. He’d worked hard on his final piece and wanted that to be recognised.

The idea of them all together, in a place he had chosen and cultivated separately for himself, felt too much like a clashing of two worlds that he was averse to see coming together. With their different accents and odd turns of phrase, they were a hard thing to normalise and explain away even if they did behave themselves.

Wales waved his knife towards the smaller building that bordered the barn, ‘I’ve left the slop bucket behind. Fetch it for me?’

‘I don’t know why you have to do this yourself.’ North called behind him as he jogged over to the door, ‘It’d be easier to take them to the butchers when they need to go.’

‘It’s important to do things yourself sometimes,’ Wales said simply when he returned. He dropped some gory looking shapes into the bucket, and they hit the bottom with a wet smack. The meaty smell of them made North feel sick, ‘You forget things if you don’t practise- easy to take the new alternatives for granted. And it always tastes better when you’re part of the process, more like how I remember.’

Wales looked at him and then back to the sheep, ‘Don’t leave anything to waste, if you can help it. This’ll make a lovely mutton stew; keep me going for days.’

North stared into the bucket warily, not feeling very hungry at all.

‘I‘d enjoy myself if I went.’ Wales said, his hand back somewhere North couldn’t look at for too long, ‘I really want to go, and I know they would do too, if they knew about it. We’ve never had many chances to enjoy small things like this for what they are.’

North toed the grass, feeling uncomfortable, ‘I suppose I could ask Alisdair when we go to the gig next week. See what he says and then tell Arthur and Patrick.’

Wales gave him a wide smile. Something inside the sheep cracked, ‘I think that’s a wonderful way to do it.’

‘You can't take any pictures though.’

Wales’ smile dropped, ‘Why?’

‘All of my friends will be there; no one else will be doing it.’

‘Of course they will.’

‘Not as many as you do.’

Wales rolled his eyes, ‘How about the small camera? My “digi-cam”- I can take that?’

‘No one uses those anymore.’

Wales pulled a face, ‘I’m sure they do. I only got that a few years ago.’

‘It was at least 15.’

Wales shrugged, unbothered, and dropped a few more horrible looking things into the slop bucket, ‘My camera phone then.’ Then, when North made a noise- ‘and I’ll only ask for one posed one.’

‘Fine.’

[gemwing1988]

Heart, Soul & Mind — King Dice TV Tropes

Warning, this fanmade trope will contain spoilers for the Cuphead fanfiction, “Heart, Soul & Mind” and possibly the sequel, “Playing With Loaded Dice”. Please read with care and enjoy.

The manager of The Devil’s Casino and the secondary antagonist of Heart, Soul & Mind. A despite being referred as a good for nothing lackey by the Devil himself, King Dice remains loyal to Old Scratch and is willingly to partake in his wicked schemes to take over the Isles.

After his humiliating defeat at the hands of the Cup Brothers in the events of the game, Dice is left bitter and determined for some revenge best serves cold. But he’s also hoping for a consolation prize when our heroines and their friends wind up on the Isles, his eyes on Lexie…

Abhorrent Admirer: He up and decided to make himself Lexie’s unwanted suitor despite knowing she is already dating Liam. And Dice as abhorrent as he comes.

Actually Pretty Funny: Or in some case, actually pretty catchy as he happily snapped his fingers to the beat of Elvis Presley’s song, “Return to Sender” as it blasted out from the card the Dreamstones send to him and the Devil thanks to a spell Natty casted. He also commented that Lexie has great taste in music.

Amusing Injuries:

And Now You Must Marry Me:

Whatever he has to pass up as a heart, he has it set on making Lexie his wife and “Queen of Diamonds”.

He attempts to do this straight once he kidnapped Lexie in the sequel.

Ax-Crazy: In the sequel, “Playing With Loaded Dice”, he becomes severely unhinged when in possession of a crown once belonging to an evil king that makes him demonic and Drugged on Power.

Berserk Button: Aside from losing a bet, Dice develop another one in the form of Liam “getting in between him and his gal”.

Big Bad: In Playing With Loaded Dice due to the Devil’s absence.

Baddie Flattery:

Brainwashed and Crazy: Under influence of the evil crown he possessed in the sequel.

Co-Dragons: With Anubis. He might be the Devil’s right hand but Anubis is the Devil’s number one Bounty Hunter, both valuable to his assets in their own right.

Crazy Jealous Guy:

Deadpanned Snarker:

The Determinator: No one or nothing will stop him from getting what he wants and that’s Lexie’s hand in marriage.

Didn’t See This Coming:

Didn’t Think This Through:

Embarrassing Nickname: Katie likes to call him “cheese cube” just get under his skin.

Entitled to Have You: Despite knowing that Lexie is dating and eventually engaged to Liam, Dice is adamant of making her his gal, believing he has the best of everything a girl could want.

Even Evil Has Standards: He might be sleazy but even he wouldn’t bring himself to spike a woman’s drink.

Evil Cannot Comprehend Good:

Evil Gloating:

Evil is Petty:

Evil is Not a Toy: The mysterious figure he paid to find the two crowns warned him that overusing the power the evil king’s crown would make go mad with power and he would never break free from its influence. Dice really should have listened…

Faux Affably Evil:

Forceful Kiss: He is pretty much prone to plant one on Lexie every chance he gets.

The Ghost: Gets mentioned a couple of times in later fanfic series, especially when he’s compared to his TCS counterpart.

A God Am I!: When he turns Brainwashed and Crazy by the demonic crown in “Playing With Loaded Dice”.

Green Eyed Monster:

Humiliation Conga Line:

Hypocrite:

Idiot Ball:

I Have Your Wife:

I Have You Now, My Pretty: He doesn’t waste time having Lexie to himself with the flirting and Evil Gloating.

Karmic Butt Monkey: While he’s still a threat to the Dreamstones and their companions, he suffers a lot of karma in the Humiliation Conga Line variety.

Karma Houdini Warranty: After several chapters of getting away with stealing Mugman’s soul, Dice faces his biggest comeuppance at the hands of the very same mug he had hurt when Mugman gets his soul back in the final battle.

Kick the Dog:

Laser-Guided Karma:

Malicious Misnaming: He enjoys calling Liam “shrimp”. He also calls Natty “pinky” because she wears a pink shirt.

My God, What Have I Done?!: After he is defeated and the crown is destroyed, the heroes couldn’t resist telling him he had carelessly said some unsavoury things about the Devil as the crown had warped his mind. To say the least, he dreads to think how the Devil would react should he ever get hear about it.

Never My Fault:

Nice Job Fixing It, Villain!:

Not Brainwashed: Subverted. Despite warnings from the figure who sold him the crown, Dice willingly placed it on, granting him dreadful powers his imagination. At first he’s pretty much in control and knew what he’s doing but he eventually grows Drunk on Power and becomes much more unhinged akin to Magnifico’s path of full on villainy from Wish

Oh Crud!:

Red Eyes, Take Warning: More like green eyes, take warning. When his eyes turn jade green when he’s at his most despicable, better get ready for whatever he has in store.

Revenge:

He was eager to get some payback on the humiliation he had received after the Cup Brothers had busted him up in the events of the game, managing to nab Mugman’s soul.

Again, he doubles down in Playing With Loaded Dice.

The Rival:

To Liam when it concerns Lexie.

He often alternates between Katie and Natty.

Screams Like a Little Girl:

Slimeball:

Smug Snake:

Stalker with a Crush:

This Is Gonna Suck:

Thinking Up Portals: Much like in the game when you visit the Die House, Dice is capable of conjuring plot holes beneath his feet and jump down into them to teleport from one place to another anytime he wants. He also has portals into his own little pocket dimension on occasions.

Trash Landing: Dice gets tossed into a dumpster full of trash Tom & Jerry-style thanks to Aya’s telekinesis.

Tyrant Takes the Helm: Since the Devil is imprisoned in the Astral Planes at the end of Heart, Mind and Soul, Dice takes stage as temporarily the Big Bad as the Big Bad after he takes brief ownership of a crown that contains demonic powers. Since it was in possession of an evil king, the crown warped Dice’s mind, corrupting him into a much more ruthless and more tyrant-like until it was destroyed after his defeat.

Underestimating the Hardcore:

Undying Loyalty: Despite the fact that the Devil called him a good for nothing lackey since the final showdown in the game, Dice still stays as his right hand man. He is genuinely horrified at what unsavoury things he must have said about the Devil under the influence of the crown in the sequel after he is defeated.

Villainous Crush: The moment he laid eyes on Lexie for the first when he and the Devil were observing her in the prologue, he was instantly smitten. And is heck bent on making her his gal.

Villain Takes an Interest: Upon seeing Lexie as the Devil was spying on her in the prologue, Dice was instantly smitten.

We Can Rule Together:

You Gotta Be Kidding Me!:

You Meddling Kids!:

[radicallyperverted]

i want other girls to do it thoughhh 90% of people who want to misgender me are guys

awesome to see a “fakeboy/ftm girl/whatever” who isn’t completely cock hungry tbh. I dislike the rhetoric that goes “you have a pussy therefore you need to get FUCKED by COCK” like I do indulge in dykebreaking stuff occasionally but women aren’t biologically made or even incentivized to have sex with males all the time. Like, it’s incomprehensible to some misogynists that females can feel sexually fulfilled being lesbians.

To be blunt if you go through the lesbian tags (esp the butch ones) there are fully physically transitioned people who are still viewed as 100% female. Like there’s girls with top surgery scars and who have been on hormones for years and are still thirsted after genuine dykes because they have a tasty hairy pussy. I’ve talked to irl lesbian friends and half of them admit to being attracted to trans men but not trans women. And I’m not talking about pre-t “soft bois” these are masculine individuals with deep voices and hairy asses. Remember that one absurdly masculine TIF with the beard and huge muscles and small curl on top of its head, I think it was a TikTok screenshot? It went pretty viral. I had a lesbian friend of mine say she would still see “him” as a woman and would probably hit if it still had a pussy. Tbh even I struggle to see people as their birth sex if they pass well enough but no matter where you are in transition there’s someone who will view you as clocky. If you want to be misgendered by a woman look into local horny butch groups. Not to call them sleaze bag perverts or anything but a lot have admitted to lying about seeing “transmascs” as anything but female for the sake or sex. Even outside of those spaces I see women’s groups that say “women and non-binary people welcome” but it’s obvious they just mean AFABS. If you are getting weird looks due to your voice or facial hair just say you are ftm and you will instantly see the relief in their eyes because deep down you all know that you are included in womanhood. Some will lie and say otherwise, and some might actually believe it, but the vast majority are well aware that you are a delusional female and just want to stay respectful. Even other trans men do it all the time, have you been on the /tttt boards? Transmeds and pooners see you as an embarrassing trender girl for this fetish. They are still all women themselves but that won’t stop them from being hypocrites about it. they will call you a theyfab to your face. You should go outside and have some awesome lesbian sex.

[z-saint-box]

Rainy Day Memories Episode Review

"You wanna help your dad. You wanna see if you can save the Fairy Woods together. I get as much of it as I can. You can't hide this from a friend." - Parsley, talking to Thyme at the beginning of the episode

"I have stuff to do too! But unlike some people, I don't feel the need to announce it!" - Amaryllis, wanting Snapdragon's attention by (hypocritically) announcing her intention of leaving

"Imagine, sad Sage, all her embarrassing memories of wearing dumb hats and being boring and stuff - I don't know - are out in the open. Who will she confide to but the friend who knows her best?" - Amaryllis, manipulating Rosemary into accepting her plan

"Ok, yes! It looks bad! If anyone asks, it was just homework!" - Amaryllis, after the memory spell backfires on her and Rosemary

What could have been my least favorite episode of the show is actually not. In fact, it is my absolute favorite of the series.

The color palette of "Rainy Day Memories" is darker, to tell a darker story, and the weather reflects the dark period of time between, or among the girls. Despite how different the episode is from the rest of the show, it maintains the show's identity very well.

Every element of the plot falls into place due to the events of previous episodes. Having a strong adherence to continuity, these include Amaryllis losing Zinnia as her roommate, Thyme attempting to contact her father about the healing waters, and most importantly, the rift between Rosemary and Sage.

It also has the best cold opening of the series. Aside from establishing the B plot while introducing the A plot; Rosemary, and by extension, her voice actress, is good at spooky storytelling. This sets up the atmosphere of the B plot.

As for the A plot, Amaryllis is the deuteragonist, despite previously being either a secondary character or an antagonist. By doing this, the episode is all the more unique; and it doesn't stop there. Slimeboy and Parnelle are also important to the plot as they help her and Rosemary with their plan.

Amaryllis is already an entertaining character, and because this is her most significant episode in the series, she has more screentime here. If she is one of your favorite characters, then I highly recommend this episode.

Despite her' bad intentions, she is ironically helpful to Rosemary; albeit by manipulating her into using a memory spell on Sage. However, because Rosemary refuses to go along with her plan, at the last second, the spell backfires on them. Funnily enough, this causes all of their most embarrassing memories to leak out to the school.

Their hijink goes completely wrong, and as Parnelle says, it is "poetic justice." While the other students are laughing hysterically at them, Amaryllis and Rosemary have to capture their memories and seal them in bottles.

When a memory of young Rosemary runs off crying, Sage finds her, as well as Rosemary herself. Sympathizing with young Rose, Sage finally listens to Rosemary apologize to her. Afterwards, they reconcile; and funnily enough, Amaryllis' plan technically worked out in the end while simultaneously keeping Sage safe. Amaryllis herself reconciles with Snapdragon.

As for the B plot, it is good in its own right. Thyme seeks to contact her father about the healing waters in order to save the Fairy Woods. Unlike her mother, he is the one parent that she respects.

This is best seen in the flashback, which also shows who Thyme was when she was younger. Her eagerness to go to the archery course exemplifies her innocence, as well as how energetic she was. She was much happier than she is in the present, and difference between her younger and older self is striking, but fascinating.

Despite Parsley volunteering to help her, Thyme only considers her a roommate, and not a friend. Parsley however, tags along with her anyways and risks death in order to help her out. This is another reason why she is my favorite character of the show.

When Thyme inadvertently destroys the salt circle, they end up in a fight against the demon and it is tense. While she failed to contact her father, she and Parsley at least work together to kill it. In the process, they become closer as roommates, in the same vain as Rosemary and Sage.

There are only three issues I have with the episode. Even though Rosemary and her group use bottles to "capture" their memories, this is actually unnecessary. It would be easier, and more entertaining if Rosemary and Amaryllis smashed all memories. After all, Olive throws her book at young Rosemary and she disappears.

My other gripe is a considerable gap of time between Thyme summoning the demon and when the demon attacks. It gives the impression that she and Parsley were standing and waiting for him to move. This is due to the A plot going on for too long.

Rosemary also should not have been the one to apologize. Even though she bravely went after Olive in the previous episode, Sage holds a grudge against her for two weeks.

And one minor issue is how the demon, who is part mist, bleeds when Thyme shoots an arrow at him. The blood looks bad, and I must also mention that Parsley uses her hammer to slice his arm off, which should not happen unless she had an axe.

But overall, I love how everything about the show coalesces into one good episode that will leave you entertained. If you haven't seen the rain, you're missing out.

previous episode review: Festival of Fall

next episode review: Attack on High Guardian Academy

[yooniesim]

I don’t understand why people are upset. Curseforge isn’t paywalling is it, Its barely even TSR? You’re not going private on your patreon and you’re being upfront about why you’re still using the website, Not creating an alt and not a 500-subbed patreon sticking your hand in a second pot. Don’t let all these people virtue signaling get you down, everyone knows they’re full of shit hypocrites who probably couldn’t even manage “boycotting” mcdonalds or chick-fil-a LOL

Thanks for the support, nonny 💜

I'm gonna be real for a sec... once I see people boycotting & stop using the cc from littlemssam, turbodriver, lumpinou, srsly, twistedmexi, lot51, basemental, simrealist, pandasims, chingyu, lilbowbub, miiko, qicc, arethra, ah00b, greenllamas, dogsill, sentate, oakiyo, rusty, madlen, twistedcat, nws, and all the other huge & well-loved creators for still using cf... the ones actually making big bucks off the platform... then I'll take them seriously. But they're not, and we know why.

People on simblr can't even stop themselves from using, advertising, and paying cc creators that are doxxers and bigots. Because the virtual skirts are just too good to pass up. They talk a big talk and loooove to harass people (over anon only) but never once put their money where their mouth is. The creators that said nothing and ignored this subject will be rewarded when most people here forget about this within a week. And im gonna be honest, this is why I stopped caring about most issues here. Simblr is largely performative posturing to boost the ego and nothing else. A lot of people here cry and whine about issues in the community and then take no steps to solve them because they don't care about it really, they just want to join a good circlejerk to get their metaphorical rocks off. There's no real substance once you read between the lines.

I used to care about simblr, and... I still do, about my close mutuals and just having fun here. But the discourse and the "problems" people have just constantly turn me off and make me roll my eyes now. There's so much hypocrisy it's almost comical. Watching ppl tear one another apart over who is a "real activist" because they reblogged [x] amount of posts was like watching a Three Stooges skit. I can't be convinced that these people actually exist in the real world. I used to not understand people that called this shit "drama" and tried to avoid it, because it's not drama, it's important shit that deserves to be discussed- but now I realize it's because people here treat those subjects like drama. Like a reason to attack or one up someone, fuel for harassment for people they don't like, virtual points for their ego, etc. It's honestly disrespectful and embarrassing to those that truly care and deal with these issues.

I'm also gonna say, the only people that have come at me for this (on anon ofc) are obviously paywall simps because they keep mentioning paywallers/early access, which tells you enough about their motivations and what they really care about. It isn't the actual issues in the world bothering them, it's just an opportunity they can use to attack someone that didn't suck off their favorite scamming paywaller. And that's kinda sad to me honestly. Like how pathetic and trashy do you gotta be to compare these subjects in the first place? It honestly just makes me feel better about my choices here because none of it really feels like it matters to anyone with any sense. I felt uneasy about it, but now I feel more reassured that the only people acting like this are obvious freaks that never learned to integrate properly in society, you know? It's weirdly comforting lol.

[papirouge]

I’ve stopped caring what my dad says about protesting and how he thinks it’s stupid to get arrested protesting at the universities because “your life becomes so hard after that arrest goes on your record” because the bigger picture is something he doesn’t want to see. Most boomers cannot handle that the reality of the future for us is grim without drastic fighting and change. They know they’ll be dead soon

But I can’t stop shaking at the horrors that happened in the tents of Rafah. And that now that the Israeli president is now getting called for HIS arrest, he responds by more violence. Clearly nothing will stop him unless someone like the CIA assassinates him.

No offense to you dad, but did he forget what his own generation did back in his youth?

I know Alzheimer is a bitch, but the selective memory collection of older generation and their own youth activism is very embarrassing. I actually find zoomer very tame in comparison to gen X (those who were teens during the late 90s/early 00s) and even boomer who were popping pills like there's no tomorrow, engaged in straight up satanic cults, and polylove sects in the 70s. But noooo zoomers are actually very dangerous because....*checks notes* they are protesting against a genocide.

I wouldn't trust the word of people who most likely have only a decade to live on this world. The consequences won't be the same for them.

I think I already made a post about it but I'll forever side eye the hypocrites who during c0vid were arguing how it unfair to label all the anti lockdown protestors as "far right" or "white supremacists", have no issue calling all of those protestors "hamas supporters" (hi Dr. Eli David!). The mask of many former anti lockdown freedom fighters really slipped off the moment it came to anti Zionist protests. They hopped on the side of the same oppressive power that brutalized them 4 years before... Suddenly the police was "right" to arrest & brutalize people exercising their freedom of speech because antisemitism/islamist/Hamas supporter... Those people were never about freedom, they were about to have their own way under any excuse.... They are disgusting & fake and I'd advise anyone to never take seriously any of what they say any more.

BTW, isn't it funny how no one came up with the "antichrist" accusations against Netanyahu? 🙃 this dude checks out a bunch of boxes : martyring Christians (in their own churches), hounding, mass deporting & killing anyone on its way under the premise of providing world peace.... Conservatives called Obama the anti Christ for much less....jeez I wonder whyyyyy... ah yes, white people/conservatives casual racism of being suspicious of someone sense or morality based on their skin color lol

[fictionkinfessions]

It kind of fucking sucks being a minor character who's mostly used for jokes, with your love interest and you being a "crackship" considered a meme.

(I think that we got together in my canon, but I'm not 100% sure, so I'm just going to call him my love interest in this post.)

It's so bad that I'm not even going to say who I am or he is. I'm ashamed. It's so embarrassing. Even the most understanding fellow 'kin would find it amusing, I'm sure of it.

It wasn't a joke, not to me. I wonder if, even back then, the people in our town would've thought of it as one if they knew. We weren't the kind of men you'd expect to be bisexual. We weren't young, and I wasn't attractive. So, for someone like me to express those feelings is "funny" to a lot of people. I don't know, I don't think it's fair to expect me to stop looking for love once I hit a certain age. A bit lonely, isn't that? I'm "sorry" if seeing people older than 30 flirting makes you cringe, but I also wish I didn't care about what you thought, and I wish you'd just mind your business.

I did really like him a lot. I really liked being around him. Though it took a while for him to like being around me, and though I was a huge kissass at first, he liked me eventually. We could both be assholes to each other, sure, but we were high-strung people, and we apologized. I like how his hands felt when he held mine, I like that one cologne he wore that made me feel weak in the knees, I like his voice, his conviction, his passion for his work, his responsibility, and his smile, as rare as it could be. It didn't matter to me that I was past 40 when we met, and even older than that when he actually started liking me back. I was happy we got to meet at all.

Had I put our names anywhere in this kinfession, though, they would've been dragged to hell and back. The antikin would have a fucking field day. Fellow kin would laugh hypocritically at all its absurdity. I'm sure plenty of you would assume that I must be a troll, that there's no way I'm serious.

So, I'll never talk about him publicly. Maybe, just maybe, I can get away with this unusual kintype if I never bring up my love life. Maybe, if I'm self deprecating enough about it, people will still like me. If I lie and say "I know it's stupid, isn't this a hilarious kintype?" maybe they'll accept me. Funny, that's kind of how I had to act back then, too.

I guess I'll never talk about him by name. But, to be completely honest with all of you, it kind of hurts, and it really fucking sucks.

x

[baekhvuns]

This is truly devastating and disappointing to think that people are actually supporting something like this. It's literally a mass murder, a massacre. I'm not even going to talk about how terrible the condition of people is in Palestine because every now and then I see videos of literally kids....children dude, I saw a video of a girl who was...not even entirely 2 and the fear in her eyes....she, was probably traumatised to say the least. Are we loosing the least bit of humanity that we had...the world is truly at the brink of its fall and innocent citizens are suffering. It...breaks me so much and it frustrates me so much on top of that that, there's absolutely nothing I can do then to make people realise how cruel their actions are...and, that's like talking to a wall Because people are so consumed up by hate and violence that they see everyone as equal, they do not care for children, not animals, not women, not the elderly, not men, hell they've given up decency at this point. I'm... literally so angry right now, and i hope, the god, the universe or whoever the ultimate supreme power is, punishes these war hungry, violent, animals for making innocent citizens suffer. And hell to all those people who could've helped and stopped this...to all those superpowers out there even my own country, I truly despise you.

all of this,, seeing fetuses being taken out of mothers, people just helplessly laying in the rubbles, bleeding, kids and their body parts, their parents having to hold them to prove it to everyone that they are being murdered is just so devastatingly heartbreaking

it’s so extremely frustrating to see all of this, see the journalists upload videos and all u can do is watch and see their pain and not be able to do anything. you’re correct, the world is truly lost humanity, and the very pinnacle of that is these countries— america, canada, uk even the middle east’s, who instead of helping are sitting in their homes on luxurious beds and fine fabrics while people, kids, men and women are dying every 10 minutes.

truly, i hope for the same, if god thinks of everyone as his kids, then let him not watch them suffer. let the israeli president be criminally charged as a war criminal, let these world leaders fall into pits of hell for what they are doing to these people.

i truly truly don’t understand how rishi sunak has the audacity to not be in favour of a ceasefire when his OWN ancestral history is EXTREMELY similar to the one going on rn???? I CAN TELL STORIES AND STORIES ON IT oU he makes me so mad, justin trudeau makes me embarrassed to be a canadian & for biden what can i even say. but one thing, everyone should be voting for american presidency and be in their business atp with the way america is into everyone else’s.

i also, like you and many others, truly despise these people. because i know if they were in that situation it wouldn’t even take them a second to send aide and call for a resolution. hypocritical men in power, but unfortunately for them public is disconnected from their agendas, as they should. they won’t let palestine be forgotten, there will be a day when this all ends, where the palestinian’s can live in peace without having to worry abt dying. & there will be a day these people in power in suffer tremendously.

[darlinguistics]

im sorry i dont usually post rants here but i need to get this out, ill put it under a cut

tw im talking about ABA therapy, and conversion therapy mentions. 

and i understand those would be triggering for many autistic people to read about but as someone who isnt autistic id really appreciate yalls reaction to this if its something youre comfy speaking about 

okay someone just like be blunt with me, esp the autistic community here, correct me if im wrong but isnt ABA therapy for autism like, bad??? horrible?? im not autistic and i have no personal experience with it but ive seen videos on it ive read about it and i always came away with this idea that it was really super flawed and irredeemable and just an outdated practice, kinda like conversion therapy for gay people in my mind. and like i knew it still happened anyway (like conversion therapy does) but i thought it was just Mostly understood to be Not Good. but heres where ive been losing my mind - im an undergrad student trying to become a speech-language pathologist one day and so im in a club at my school for SLP students and the literal PRESIDENT of the club like very openly is an ABA therapist for autistic kids on the side. like thats her job. ive heard her talk about it, its in her descriptions when shes listed on some websites, and every time i see it i feel like im being pranked like it feels like a dark joke or something.

like whats going on here someone just tell me how to feel please, am i just naive and apparently its Not super obvious how bad it is? or is ABA more nuanced than i thought and im overreacting? is there any way to do it in a not harmful way that i just havent heard of? or is it actually bad and just way more accepted that i thought it was??? i thought it was so obviously terrible but here i am in a stereotypical liberal school at a club meeting that asks for your pronouns and is all about advocating for people with disabilities and the president,, is an ABA therapist. when like half of the people in this club would say theyre interested in working with patients on the spectrum if you asked. like thats horrifying to me and im not even autistic. 

like idk i dont wanna sound like a naive little kid being like “bad people exist?? impossible!!” so im sorry if im coming off like that but idk its just making me so sad and im so shocked and like disgusted and frankly embarrassed to associate with the club, but then i look around and no one else even seems to care and ugh. ugh ugh ugh. 

i knew id encounter some weird hypocrite shit like this in academia eventually especially in my field but i guess i wasnt expecting to see it so soon and so blatant and so like personal, like this girls only a few years older than me yknow? ok i need to stop ranting im just making myself upset i just feel helpless and thats just not productive

[iluvaspartame]

i hate splitting especially bc im aware of it but cant stop it. i feel like one of my friends(?) hates me and im getting sad and mad at him and i also feel bad for feeling that way cause he doesnt deserve it. he definitely doesnt give me much thiught at all during the day and im getting mad at him for no reason. i guess i just feel like no one cares. and i know they think im annoying. im scared to see them in person again bc im so annoying. and cause idk if he sees me as a friend or just my boyfriend’s girlfriend like most people. and now im thinking i cherish ppl too much and get attached too easily while no one feels the same for me.

i have one person at work who told me im their favorite coworker and a couple others who are kind to me. it makes me want to cry thinking about it. i cant comprehend someone enjoying my presence.

customers at work can be so rude, i know thats the case at every job but, being me, i take it personally of course bc why wouldnt i. i feel like everyone thinks im stupid, ugly, awkward, and annoying. a male customer told me im pretty. im in a relationship obviously but he just said it very politely and drove away. he didnt try actually flirting or something so it made me feel happy. unfortunately

its embarrassing that my entire mood is based on how i think other people feel about me. at work i literally feel ecstatic and elated when im talking and laughing with my coworkers or with anyone in any setting. i know everyone feels happy to talk and laugh with people but i can’t explain how extreme it is for me. idk if its a bpd thing or if its just from the autism or the lack of friends that i have right now lmfao

i feel invisible. i dont know why that upsets me when all i want is to disappear. i am a hypocrite for sure.

[disillusionedjudge]

@tarnishedxknight - continued from here

This time was hell to be certain, but... there was no denying the comfort that came with those with her. Drace and Gabranth were an obvious comfort, with them being her family more than her own blood ever had been, and there was a slow acceptance and fondness growing for both Ashelia and Basch. Yet, more than ever, Caelen's presence was one that she welcomed the most.

He had been a dear friend to her long before - though, how, she still wasn't quite certain. Something about him had captivated her from the start, and it had always been so easy to let her guard down around him, even despite the secrets they kept from each other. It was easy for her to feel at ease around him, to be herself with him, and, oh, how easy it was for him to make her smile. She knew the reason for it, although she had dared not allow herself to give it its name, and not just because it... simply hadn't been feasible in their time. A part of her... feared his rejection. Feared losing him like she had lost so many others, and was content letting her feelings for him remain unspoken. His friendship meant the world to her as it was - why risk losing it? Why risk the confirmation if he felt the same, when reality would force them to remain apart?

She cared not if it made her hypocritical with her meddling in the affairs of her beloved mentors, and remained content with the friendship she had with Caelen even now. Even when... there was a chance for them to be together, if she could only muster the courage to tell him. It was easy to slip back into their ways - into casual conversations and playful banters, as though nothing had changed between them or around them. Perhaps, had it not been for old wounds, she would be more willing to admit her affections. To actually act on their flirting instead of brushing it off as harmless fun.

But if there was that potential, it was not then, and Gylfie simply offered a smile as she turned to leave him. Her heart lighter with their simple conversation and teasing - the words burning on her tongue as she did well to keep them there. Maybe one day she could free them, but, for now, they would remain secret. With her, close to her heart, with the type of vulnerable courage she wrestled with. With--

I love you, Ynarra.

Gylfie stopped when she heard Caelen's whispered words - her breath hitching in her throat. For a moment, she was tempted to keep going, or pretend she hadn't heard and ask him to repeat - to give him the chance to retract what he said. To save him from the embarrassment of being heard if... it was something he wasn't ready to acknowledge. Yet...

Her heart fluttered in her chest, a feeling that was well familiar with him and one so foreign at the same time, and... couldn't stop the smile from curling at her lips. A warmth blooming in her chest as she bit her lip. She could ignore it, certainly, but with the opportunity there before her, how could she shy away now?

"You can call me Gylfie, you know," she said instead, and turned her head to glance back at him over her shoulder. Her smile visible with a warm twinkle in her eye. "I would think such a mutual feeling well warrants such permission. Don't you?"

[nachoaveragejoe234]

other common "white" groups they take rep away from and defend by calling thse people racist and never oppressed

What few non villainous eastern europeans we have. They turn around and sometimes they even make insensitive comments about bever being hated or genocides when thers ww2 and how Hitler literally massacred eastern europeans and explicitly said they don't fit into his "Master German race" just like he did to jews. And most of the places he (and mussolini) and attacked were eastern european countries. When you say they were never hated or oppressed is giving a big middle finger to every Russian, Ukrainian, Belarusian, Greek, Lithuanian, Latvian, Estonian, Albanian, Croatian, Hungarian, Serb, Macedonian, Bulgarian, etc who suffered in history. Did you know the KKK lynched slavic people as well as black people? They specifically targeted russians,Ukrainians, and czech people. The Japanese camps? They existed in ww1 but for Ukrainians.

Especially considering the redheads often lose their red hair, there is subtle anti celtic sentiment because most of these redheads are celtic. Scottish and Irish oppression is something many poc are trying to deny ever was a thing and say that it's a made up strawman argument. It's not. Look up anti Irish, welsh, and scottish sentiment on Wikipedia, the british didn't just oppress poc, they oppressed celtic people for centuri3s and generations, tries to erase their culture, languages, and tried to assimilate them. There's a reason scottish,Irish, and welsh people still fight for independence and keep their cultures strong. Hell, in america, in the early 1900s Irish (and italian) people weren't considered okay and were considered inferior and not white or true Americans because back then American meant mainly british, french, or germ descended people, and if you were a European who was celtic or Mediterranean you were no better than a black or Asian person.

Also anti white racism is real, Wikipedia actually has not an article but a category with anti white attacks.

Also black people. Stop black editing japanese people and saying blasiams exist when you always erase their japanese heritage and just make it a black person named goro masaki. That's not an afro japanese edit, it's an African edit and the black community, as a black person I'm allowed to say this, is extremely selfish, the most racist and selfish community on the internet, thinking everything belongs to them and everything is a non black person's fault. They also are extremely anti asian, specifically anti japanese, for a group who claims they fight for acceptance. No youdon't, you fight to benefit yourselves only, and every racist hypocrite is an embarrassment to black people and only allows other bigots to pull a "see I told you!". Same goes for every asian, latino, and indigenous person who acts like this and does this stuff. You're all a scourge, a plague on your community and give your race a bad name andreputation, and are not only harming other people, but yourselves. Cry about it, as yousay, but its the truth. People aren't gonna accept you if you act like losers.

Racebending a POC character to be white takes away what little representation we POC have and it's kind of a spit in our face. Race-bending a white character changes very little about that character aside from appearance, but making a character who is a POC into a white character often erases an integral part of that character and their story, in most cases. There is a double standard about racebending, yes. But it's valid.

Except most characters who get racebent aren’t even white to start with. They’re asian, hispanic, etc. but are simply not “dark enough” in terms of skin color. Honestly, it shows a level of colorism IMO because from their perspective, if you are not visibly a minority then you are as good as white. 

Not to mention, it’s always done in stories where race really isn’t a factor or in stories where it doesn’t actually deal with racism. Such as Sailor Moon, BNHA, etc. and all of those characters are Asian. So racebending japanese characters to be poc (African American) and then hiding behind “But SEA exists and so do dark skinned japanese people...” shows nothing short of colorism and its using another minority as an excuse for your own actions.