#stupid coup

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

If this does not sound familiar, you may be in a cult.

[presidentkamala]

Ughh how do i tell this guy that while we are on extremely the same page politics wise and i love a good vent sesh, i canNOT and i mean canNOT keep fielding his spiralling about rfk jr publicly lynching fauci and his copium fueled jags about the dems somehow uncovering election subversion and cancelling the results of the election

[weedle-testaburger]

I hope it doesn't sound sick if I say the whole 'south korean president proclaiming martial law and immediately getting slapped down' thing is unreasonably funny to me. this mf won by less than 1% two years ago, everybody hates him, and the legislature is overwhelmingly made up of his opponents. so he decided to try and turn the tables by going 'I'M DECLARING MARTIAL LAW', and within 6 hours everyone in both the opposition and his own party has told him 'no you're not' and made him back down

[cyarsk52-20]

Fuck them midterms. I’ll write Kamala Harris’s name on every line I can just you wait!

Dearest diary

Black women had a meeting.

We are very much TEAM FUCK THEM MIDTERMS.

If you’re offended GOODT.

Now you know how it feels.

Like I’m so ready for my reasonable sociopathic era watching this world burn and letting those who ask for it suffer

[badnewswhatsleft]

sometimes it seems like you may have a magic hat, so that combined with you just watching the cake pop video made me want to inquire if you had any knowledge on a mystery ive noticed. theres a gif that appears to come from that video but it doesn't seem to be in the video as it exists? and of course there's no source on the original gif post bc 2013 gifmakers never seemed to :( no worries if you have no information and no actual video of this

gif: https://64.media.tumblr.com/1ca0a42805ecadbf884c4195d7519625/tumblr_mo9v8ksdYd1sog7a4o1_500.gifv

FASCINATING.

after a little digging it turns out it's not from the cake pop video at all but from here!!!

THEYRE SOOOO CUTE THANK YOU FOR BRINGING THIS TO MY ATTENTION.

[dootslayer420]

Spoilers for The Infinite and the Divine

The Infinite and the Divine is probably one of my favorite books ever because it starts strong and never slows down in intensity. It starts with two ancient terminators fighting over a macguffin so viciously they kill a planet several times over, unintentionally start one of, if not the first, genestealer cult. Sabotage and fuck with eachother for the better part of 10,000 years, then end up fighting a god by summoning several armies like fucking pokemon because Orikan couldn't resist his e-girl. Which in turn causes Trazyn to give Orikan the mean to ALSO become a god, and then it all comes crashing down in a great big cacophany of glorius combat and explosions. 100/10 I would give up most of my remaining lifespan to have a 15 minute conversation with the both of them.

[josephinekhawaja]

The point of the Barbie film and all its teasers and trailers may not be to ship her with Ken...

But the two of them had me at "I'm coming with you." I do love me some Supportive Himbo💘.

[irhabiya]

egyptians are so fucking illiterate i'm gonna kill myselfffff

[airlock]

as the din of fascism continues to intensify in the US, there's a particular sort of online conversation that I keep seeing more of lately

it's the one where someone tries to jam the flow of radical thought by going "oh yeah? you think revolutions are all niceness and candy? well they're NOT, people die in them. you don't understand the scale of the violence you're pushing for". and lots of people will flock to whoever's saying this at a given time -- after all, what's a surer path to social media prestige than taking up the mantle of brave, outspoken defender of all things milquetoast and mainstream?

meanwhile, outside the comfortable confines of the imperial core, there were and are countless people backed up against the wall, forced to seriously address the question: knowing exactly how dangerous and costly revolutions are, do we have any other option right now?

there are always louts who want to push for violence at the drop of a pin; these types tend to accomplish little more than be loud. when an organized mass moves, it's full of people who have weighed their options, and seen that they're in a situation dire enough that the costs of revolting outweigh the costs of letting things stay as they are.

this thing that USamericans are doing in their conversations is like a first baby step towards radical thought more mature than disorganized rabblerousing. I'd maybe be more appreciative of seeing it, if it weren't so thoroughly laced with condenscension always. if, before opening their mouths about the nature of revolutions, the USamerican would listen to those who live in them, without dismissing those people as denizens of inherently chaotic shitholes; without ignorance of where their frustration with USamerican political apathy comes from.

[llycaons]

I don't watch cdramas or read novels with emperors too often and I really prefer it that way. but this one is a historical drama (no fantasy) so it's kind of a given. fgep was like this too

[caelcstis]

@deathfavor wanted a starter. random cheese of truth chose: dantalion, because that?? made sense out of all your muses. tell me if u want someone else--

it was the soft sigh of silk and feathers behind him that caught his attention. elven ears twitched just barely towards the gentle noise and he was turning on his heels. no one ever wore something so delicate as casually as lucifer did these days. since rejoining his time with humans after finding solomon's soul, he realized just how tightly everyone bundled up now. granted, they were in a much more northern continent now, but it was even far different to his old home.

the least he could do was pay his family member a visit after saving him from solomon's outburst. if he hadn't, dantalion was quite positive he wouldn't even be standing right now. or ever again.

" how are you feeling? everyone and myself were shocked seeing you awake from your slumber suddenly." granted lucifer's sleeps were...odd, irregular compared to the normal entity. still, it was startling that he had awakened just to save his family member's ass.

it wasn't like they were attached to the hip anymore.

[reaching-giraffes]

Man I'm just so happy Code Geass is airing again

[lurkingleighbee]

[blizzardstarx]

old (2022) oc art dump

halfmask, blizzardstar, and gingerstar v

eclipse and gingerstar my lesbian cats <3 v

aura and i forgot her name the silver bengal

and paw anatomy

[luma-az]

La légende d'Icare

Défi d’écriture 30 jours pour écrire, 20 août 

Thème : alignement/les ailes d’Icare

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Toutes les plumes ont été parfaitement alignées, cirées, et collées. Non, pas collées avec la cire, ça serait stupide. La cire sert à les imperméabiliser. Les plumes sont collées à la toile, qui est cousue sur les tiges de roseaux en forme d’aile. On met les bras dedans, et il n’y a plus qu’à tenir le tout pour planer. Non, le but n’est pas de battre des bras comme des andouilles en espérant s’envoler, c’est ridicule. Moi et mon père, nous avons grimpé au sommet de la plus haute tour du labyrinthe -  les gens oublient souvent que c’est un palais entier, pas seulement des couloirs – et nous nous sommes lancés. Les ailes servent à planer, pas à voler réellement. Mais c’est déjà extraordinairement grisant.

Je sais ce que les gens ont raconté de moi ensuite. Je sais que mon nom est devenu synonyme d’une ambition trop haute qui mène les gens à leur perte. Alors que ce n’est pas du tout ça qui est arrivé.

Déjà, même si je suis forcément plus jeune que mon père, je ne suis pas un gamin imbécile incapable de comprendre ce qu’il fait. Dédale a été enfermé après avoir créé le labyrinthe, au sommet de son art en tant qu’architecte, à un âge plus que mûr. Quand à moi, il me préparait pour prendre sa succession, autant dire que j’ai l’esprit carré et que j’aime les choses bien droites et bien alignées. Et j’étais largement adulte quand le roi m’a jeté dans le labyrinthe à mon tour.

Le truc qu’il ne faut pas oublier, c’est que toute la réputation de mon père reposait sur l’inviolabilité du labyrinthe. Un endroit si complexe qu’il est impossible d’en trouver la sortie. Le lieu idéal pour enfermer le monstre qu’est le Minotaure. Dédale a donc promis qu’il serait impossible d’en trouver la sortie… pour un minotaure. Qui est un monstre intelligent, mais qui n’est tout de même pas le couteau le plus aiguisé du panier, si vous me passez l’expression. Donc oui, on peut sortir du labyrinthe par la porte. Aucun palais, même le plus tortueux, ne peut suffire à vous retenir prisonnier si vous êtes un minimum dégourdi.

Mais mon père tenait absolument au truc des ailes pour sortir de là. Vous imaginez l’humiliation qu’il aurait subit s’il était tout simplement sorti par la porte ? Après toutes ses promesses au roi Minos et surtout tout l’or qu’il avait reçu pour son travail ? Parce qu’on ne peut pas nier que Minos payait ses dettes. Oui, il vous enfermait ensuite avec un monstre, mais il payait ses dettes.

Bref, Dédale et moi nous avons préparés nos ailes, nous avons grimpé la tour, et nous nous sommes jetés dans le vide. Alors pourquoi on a ensuite raconté que j’étais mort ? Si vous saviez…

On ne s’est pas enfuis tout de suite. On a d’abord testé les ailes. Il y a eu pas mal d’ajustements à faire, vous imaginez bien. C’était tout un travail de recherche et développement.

Et le Minotaure venait juste d’arriver dans le labyrinthe. Il n’était pas encore affamé et rendu fou par l’isolement. Il était si jeune, on venait de l’arracher au gynécée où il avait grandit. Il était si perdu…

Je lui ai fabriqué des ailes, à lui aussi.

Disons que ça n’a pas plu.

Et quand les flèches ont commencé à pleuvoir et que nous nous sommes écrasés en catastrophe, j’ai vu mon père qui continuait à filer loin, bien loin de ce bazar. Après tout, il m’avait répété de nombreuses fois que c’était une mauvaise idée. Il n’avait aucune envie de trainer dans le coin.

Ils ont remis le Minotaure dans son labyrinthe. Ils m’ont enfermé dans un cachot. Et ils ont raconté toute cette histoire sur moi qui serait mort. Je ne sais même pas pourquoi ils ne m’ont pas vraiment tué. Un moment de mansuétude de notre bon roi Minos, j’imagine. Il passe me voir, de temps en temps. Il me raconte le monde.

Vous êtes le premier étranger à arriver jusqu’à moi. Je veux bien vous donner mon secret pour fabriquer les ailes. Après tout, c’est ma fierté.

Mais je vous en prie, faites très, très attention où vous volez ensuite. Le danger, ce n’est vraiment pas le soleil.

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