#system saturday

[zakeno]

Do you know a fictive alter? Learn a little more about fictional interjects this System Saturday- er, I mean, Sunday! 🖤

[holographings]

my softest, beigest pillow

[theactioneer]

Golden Axe Warrior (Sega, 1991)

[bamboo-vulture]

you and i are gonna live forever

[fagsex]

🤣🤣🤣

[aci25]

Solid set. All top draw jokes, no filler. For national television, he's at the top of his game.

[the-zestiest-milk]

30-something year old Sasuke and Naruto redesigns from the beautiful post-699 world that exists in my mind.

Here's a some layer variations because I went a little crazy

[catwyk]

happy sibling rane saturday to all who celebrate!! and to all who dont, why dont you?

ive drawn enough of their face. its time for some torso

[marialeto]

Saturday December 7 💗💗💗💗

Jupiter

Dana and Mercury

Rose Ray of Light

Spirit Elohim

Ether Element

Earth Star Chakra

Number Four

Archangel Gabriel

Saint Gabriel

Ascended Masters Lucifer and Derek

North and West directions 🧭

Waxing Crescent moon 30.7 in Pisces ♓️ day 1

Sagittarius ♐️ Sun ☀️ Autumn Season

Crow Omen

Grace Monument #solarsystem

Archangel Hope

Saints Day

Feminine Masculine divinity

4 of Pentacles

Timor

Palau

Day 45 in the Bible

Cosmos

Haniel

Chester

Sand

Grey

Silver

Maria

Micah

Joseph

12-7-2024

1278

315

9 + 7

16-7

14

5 🎲 Calculous

Greenbay

#inspiration

[mr-leach]

Hey so me & Malcolm's cell service got shut down today. I was going to pay for it to be restored but unfortunately the copay for my emergency dental work was just under $100 and I'm completely broke.

The good news is I do get paid tomorrow, but because I was only in for one day last week, I won't have enough to get groceries, pay for transit to and from work next week, and pay off my phone bill, as well as the copay for the last bit of dental work I need done Saturday & any meds they prescribe. So I thought I would at least try and ask if anyone out there would be willing to help out, even a little.

Thank you for reading/sharing/donating if you're able to help.

[zakeno]

Starting off System Saturday with some facts on polyfragmented systems. As one ourselves, we love polyfragmented systems here, and you should, too!

[riordanverserpdatabase]

Hello valued users!!! It's time to say hello to someone new!!! Let's do a round of prompts that will make everyone smile!!!

(Note: these one-liners were sourced from r/oneliners, thank you Reddit!!)

𝔽𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔸𝕤𝕜 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕖

It must be stressful working at an unemployment office, knowing that if you get fired you still have to show up the next day.

I'm getting such a bad headache from the carbon monoxide alarm...

I ordered a book about how to scam people 5 months ago and it still hasn't come yet...

Life is great-- without it, you'd be dead!

I owe a lot to the sidewalks, cause they've been keeping me off the streets for years.

I was wondering why the baseball was getting bigger, and then it hit me.

I sent my friend a "get well soon" card since he couldn't pay his water bill.

A virus is making everyone forget 80's rock bands, nobody knows The Cure.

There are two types of people in this world; those who can extrapolate information from uncomplete data,

On the one hand, you have fingers. On the other hand, you have different fingers.

I went to the doctor to get my weight checked and apparently I'm severely a beast!

I'm already working on my second million dollars, I gave up on the first one.

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Anyone is welcome to reblog and use this ask meme! No need to ask!!

[statementlou]

So I see folks pointing out that Louis' circle A tattoo is more likely an aesthetic choice than an announcement of a political commitment to anarchism, and saying basically that that maybe makes him a bit of a poser and I mean- I GUESS. But I don't like to look at things that way and I don't think it's useful. As I see it the subversive sexiness of the symbols of resistance have ALWAYS been gateways for people who are drawn to the struggle in vague ways and that's GOOD. Aligning yourself with those values is good no matter the reason, in my book, especially given the wretched options available out there, but also the journey doesn't necessarily stop there. Gatekeeping queerness victimizes people who are just trying things out and starting to discover that it may run deeper than just trying on a new look who should instead be welcomed and helped along their path, and I fail to see how gatekeeping political affiliations is any different (plus how counterproductive to actual movement building is that?)

ANYWAY. What I really want to say about Louis is that while I KNOW that Louis is probably not secretly a theory reading anti-state communalist anarchist, I think that actually Louis' optimism and idealism (and his unwavering commitment to allying himself with the working class and embracing those roots) are a perfect fit for the philosophy and always have been. I know that anarchism is mostly understood as being about throwing molotov cocktails and fighting the state (and the allure of its symbols are that they signify this, a terrific aesthetic for him to choose to sign on with in my book), but that's honestly largely cartoonish stereotyping that comes directly from anti-anarchist state propaganda. That resistance is necessary in this hellscape of oppression we live in and is super important, but in its heart anarchism is only about the state in that the state and capitalism currently stands in the way of its goals. The whole point of anarchism is that it's NOT about the state! It's about being able to imagine something better than a state, it's about how we live and about how we SHOULD live, it's about HOPE and picturing something utopian and something free of the ways capitalism pits us against one another! What could be more Louis than that?

"I need you and you need me and I love that" is as beautiful a way of talking about the cornerstone of anarchism that is mutual aid as any long winded essay I've read (even if what he meant was contextually different), and I think when he talks again and again about how special the space fans have made around him is he is expressing an intuitive understanding of the importance of autonomous zones, places and moments outside of the shitty life imposed on us by the system (also a huge part of anarchist thought). Maybe I'm just being an optimist but I think that Louis DOES understand that caring for people and wanting self-determination and freedom for all and allying himself with the working class involves a certain amount of resistance to and positioning yourself in opposition to the state. Thinking the symbols of smashing that state are cool isn't meaningless; it's a CHOICE. There are other cool symbols out there and I just happen to think that feeling a resonance with certain ones is something in and of itself, even if at this moment he does not choose to start a fight with the media about it all.

[theactioneer]

Rocky (Sega, 1987)

[scentedinksandwhackedseals]

distant solar systems is like floating it’s like flying it’s like the color purple it’s like hugging a big soft stuffed animal it’s like swimming in a pool of stars it’s like silk it’s like going to sleep it’s like a really good cup of tea it’s like you can see the entire universe

[tennessoui]

new wip wednesday

i wanted to get the first chapter of this done as an early bday present to me because ive been talking about this fic for foreverrrrr but its not gonna happen because im bad at measuring time and effort 😮‍💨 but look! hunger games au fic!

Anakin pushes his face into his neck, letting his lips press against his pulse for a moment. 

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs, recognition and warning rolled into one tone. 

But Anakin wouldn’t be who he is if he allowed the man in his arms to so easily twist away. He wouldn’t even be here now, pressed up against him with the scent of saltwater and lilacs and leather filling his nose, if he let one warning word distract him from his goal.

So instead he pushes further, wraps his hands around Obi-Wan’s hips and takes the skin beneath his lips between his teeth. The soft fabric of their pants brush together, so loud in the stillness of the kitchen that it’s deafening—that it’s almost loud enough to drown out the catch in Obi-Wan’s breathing.

But Anakin has trained himself over the past five years to listen for all the small ways that Obi-Wan Kenobi capitulates, so he hears his sigh, feels the slump of his shoulders against his own as his head sways forward and then back.

Anakin takes his time worrying a bitemark into his neck, just at the edge of his beard. On the holos that will film Obi-Wan’s face today, it’ll look like a shadow. 

But Anakin will know. Obi-Wan will know. 

“Anakin,” his lover murmurs, and Anakin’s hand moves from his waist up to stroke down his arm, corded with tense muscle. Fisherman’s muscle. Victor’s muscle too.

Not today, he means. It’s obvious in every line of his body. It’s obvious in the fact that he left the bed so early in the morning when neither of them must work. It’s obvious in the distance in his eyes, the frown across his lips.

Today is not a day where Obi-Wan will accept pleasure from anyone’s lips or hands, undeserving as he feels to be on the receiving end of such a kindness.

Anakin’s left hand falls to cover Obi-Wan’s, tangling their fingers together. His are rougher than Obi-Wan’s, working man’s hands now that he is twenty-one and a man of the sea like most are on Stewjon. The rough drag of his calluses over the hairy knuckles of Obi-Wan’s hand makes Anakin swallow a smile. Victors of the Hunger Games are forbidden from working laborious jobs. They’re meant to languish away in their Coruscanti-funded manors, with idle minds and idle hands, picking at paints or design stencils or any number of different government approved hobbies

Obi-Wan Kenobi is not made to be idle. He has no patience for painting or sewing, for cooking or jewelry design. Luckily for him, Stewjon is the fourth planet from Coruscant, on the edge of the inner rim, and it’s rather small, rather ordinary. In the colder months, during the few months of the star year where the galaxy is not forced to care about the Hunger Games and its Victors, he can slip away to the ocean. Fish and sail like he was born to do, Stewjoni through and through.

But Anakin is out on those choppy seas year-round now that he’s four years finished with his compulsory education. His hands are rougher than Obi-Wan’s and they always will be.

Anakin likes it. Likes the way Obi-Wan’s softness contrasts against his own rougher places. Likes that he can sneak away from Obi-Wan’s manor in the blue of the pre-dawn light, first to the sea and then to the market, and Obi-Wan will be there when he gets back. Likes that when he leaves, his lover is curled up asleep in their bed. And when he returns with the fattest fish from his haul, Anakin can cook it for him too. 

He likes that he is the only thing Obi-Wan needs. He provides. He cooks for him. He feeds him. He touches him with his rough hands, to dirty him and then to clean him up. Everything that Obi-Wan needs, Anakin is the person to give it to him.

He supposes he has Coruscant to thank for that.

He’s not stupid enough to say that—ever, but especially today. Especially on the day of the Reaping.