#thaat’s politics!

[tobyfoxbutreal]

EVERYONE FAVORITE NUMBER AND COLOR!

Toriel: Well, my child, I’d have to say… well, 80 is nice… and so is purple!

sans undertale: ehh, 1’s nice and short. y’know, like me. and, uhhh… vermillion. ‘s what my bro wears.

THE GREAT PAPYRUS: NYEH HEH! YOU WISH TO KNOW MY FAVORITES? WELL, MY FAVORITES ARE 20 AND VERMILLION! IT’S THE COLOR OF MY SCARF AND BOOTS!

yup. color 20.

NO, THEY’RE VERMILLION!!!!

Undyne: You wanna know MINE?? Well, I like 50. Y’know, right midway. And I, uh.. like yellow. If ya know what I mean. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alphys: U-Undyne!! Ehehehe.

A-anywho, I like 50, and am torn between blue and red =^-^=

[my best approximation of] Mettaton: My favorites, darling? Well, if you insist.

255’s an oldie but a goodie, at least according to most computers. And, well…

If you don’t know I like pink, have you even seen my brand, darling?

Asgore: My favorite number and color, eh? Hmm…

Well, 80’s nice, and… vermillion’s calming, like a warm fire in Snowdin.

G: 666 AND BLACK. NOW GO.

12th Month: Heh! ‘Course Goopster’s mad.

HEY.

Anywho, I like 3 and green.

Specifically the green of light tricklin’ through green leaves.

Flowey: YOU of all people? Heh. Well, after being a flower for so long, you begin to not like anything.

But, if ya wanted Azzy’s…

Flowey, mimicking Asriel: Do’h boy! I sure do just love yellow and infinity!

Flowey: Happy?

Frisk: I am naught but a vessel for the player’s actions. I doth not have any opinions other than the ones of those who control me’s.

The First Fallen Human: …

…Brown and 6. Now leave me alone.

That One Talking Rock From The Ruins (AKA Speedrunner’s Bane): Well, I’m partial to purple. ‘S the color of where I spent a lotta my life. Ya don’t just forget that.

And, well… I suppose 20’s nice.

Snowman From Snowdin Forest: White’s really nice. Y’know, color of snow. And, uhh…

3’s nice too.

Jerry: Leave me the hell alone, freak. *crowd boos*

Shopkeeper Bunny (QC): Well, darlin’, if ya ask me, orange’s the best ‘round here. So’s 22, ‘cause it’s the amount my homemade Cinna Bunnies heal!

Politics Bear: Well, I quite like blue. Reminds me both of Snowdin’s ice and Waterfall’s walls.

And hey. 16’s pretty good. I’d say “thaaaaat’s politics”, but it wouldn’t make sense to.

Gerson: Wahaha! You goin’ around askin’ everyone, huh?

Well, a dark blue or indigo’s always nice. 18’s pretty good, too.

T3mMie: hOI hOOmaN! Yoo wANt tO kN0 teM’s FavRIt cOluR N nUBmEr?

TEm Lik BLU adn YELLO, yAyA! BLU andn YELLO coLuR oF TEm Sh0p! T3m aLSo liKE Th0rtY 3!

You better not tell anyone though, capiche?

bOI!

Mushroom:

Mushroom dance, Mushroom dance,

Whatever could it mean?

It means light blue and 66.

Hotdog Harpy *rock guitar plays*: Red and 30!

Red’s the color of hotdogs, and 30’s the headstack limit!

H… Hots Fireguy?: THE NAME’S HEATS FLAMESMAN!

Heats Flamesman: Anywho, yellow and 40. Remember that, ok?

Catty: OMG! I absolutely ADORE purple and 300.

Bratty: OMG, like, I like the same number! I prefer green though.

Kris: …

Susie: Well, if you insist I guess?

Blonde and 14.

Ralsei: I like green, and… well, I don’t have a favorite number, so I suppose it’s whatever you like, haha!

Noelle: W-well, uhm, I like 3, and uh…

…Purple…?

Berdly: Well, I like 10 and blue!

Jockington: Well, since you asked, bro.

My faves are 99 and turquoise!

*rock guitar plays Jockington out*

Catti: …

…6.6 repeating.

And black.

Eg: …

Egg(s): …

King: Leave me to myself. I have no reason to speak with you lightners. *crowd boos*

Queen: I Like 11111111 (In Binary Lol) And The Color Blue

Or Whatever The Cyber City’s Color Is Lmao

Lancer: Well, my delicious little worm, I enjoy both 100 AND navy blue!

How’re you gonna counter that, my sweet apple?

JEVIL, JEVIL!!: UEE HEE HEE! CHAOS, CHAOS! THOSE ARE MY FAVORITES!

[Spangtong]: I [Enjoyable] THE NUMBER [π] AND COLOR [Gray]

Heats Flamesman: Well? Did you remember?

❤️Yes No

HOW COULD I BE SO EASILY DEFEATED??????????

[hyumjim]

You can do this with any identity politics thing btw. Do men systematically oppress women? Duh. Do gay men systematically oppress lesbians? Yes. Do men of color systematically oppress women of color? Well, yes! Do trans men systematically oppress trans women? Wwhat do you meahefn by thaat,, im havgitbg a pacncifc atatck:((((

[askthesawyers]

"Get off'yaa..?' *He drawled, narrowing his dazed eyes, before grinning.* "why would I do thaat..?" *He had a lil smirk, though he politely obeyed his request, staring him in his face with a lil love-y look despite his cooperation.*

"Who in the hell even are ya.. ya better scram! or i'll have my brother cut ya up!! i ain't want nothin' to do with u queers! tsk.."

*And with that he turned his back to you, crossing his arms but not exactly walking away just yet.. if he has to be honest he was a little be curious about you, and whatever ur next answer may be*

[princess-of-the-corner]

THAT SAID: There are some clumsier moments of storytelling in the WFC trilogy.

Megatron gives a lot of speeches that are very clearly meant to be evocative of Hitler's own speeches, but behind the scenes the ENTIRE REASON he's going with the mind control plan is because he's reluctant to win the war through genocide, as the Autobots and Decepticons are two different ethnic groups of the same species.

The Autobots used to keep the Decepticons as slaves, but the Decepticons rose up under the leadership of Megatron, Optimus, and Elita-1.

Megatron decided that politely asking for equal rights wasn't enough, and so became a violent, fascist dictator to FORCE the Autobots to treat the Decepticons with respect.

So the Decepticons in season 1 are basically a fusion of the Nazi Party and Black Panthers in the MOST POORLY THOUGHT OUT version of the "former freedom fighters" origin they've ever had, and that's why they quietly drop the whole "Autobots and Decepticons are two races" thing after Season 1 in favor of focusing on Megatron betraying his own troops by cannibalizing them for fuel and materials to build his own ship to chase after Optimus.

Ah. Yeah thaat. That's not. Yeah.

[windy-trickster]

May I,, politely pry for more information? :O

Amdala, what's going on??

"I'm just worried, daar|in'. Thaat's aa||. Worried for Cervin. I've known him for sweeps now. I know who he is aand how he aacts to aa fuckin' T. But..." "The faact I never knew he waas strugg|in' this baad maakes me fee| |ike a shit moiraai|. I know he's gotten a taa|kin' from Freaanaa aand maaybe Draacmaa..." "I guess I'm just waaitin' for when it's my time to taa|k to him aas we||."

[goblin-enjoyer]

ok last night only really went to bed as early as i did because my eyes/ears/head were kinda hurting/uncomfortable after making Tazsit Scoztt (perhaps a psychic attack for making him, and thus his constant suffering?{it's not thaat bad, get over yourself Tazsit}[JOKE]). went full isolation chamber in there, no lights no fan just darkness and the occasional air conditioner. But now!? Oh that but now, I am at normal awake energy levels right now but I am FULL OF RAGE at MIZUTSUNE!!!! I HAVE BEEN CARTING TO THAT ZOGGING THING FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE HOURS (though probably much less and I am just experiencing time slowing rage, time is relative and all that) AND I AM SO FULL OF ANGER AND RAGE THAT I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!!! SO I WILL. I AM STATING THIS AS A STEAM VENT. THE WARCRAFT DIRECT IS TOMORROW AND I DON'T FEEL LIKE HAVING TO SLEEP MORE DUE TO HIGHER LEVELS OF RAGE AT THAT STUPID PINK FOX WORM. (APOLOGIES WORMS, I ACTUALLY THINK YOU ARE KINDA NEAT) I AM GOING TO SLEEP NOW, GO LOOK AT MY OCS AND ART AND CRABP. REMIND MY HATEFUL SOUL THAT USE MY LIMBS TO CREATE AND NOT TO DESTROY MACHINES THAT WRONG ME AND DOG THAT HURTS ME SO SO MUCH. I AM GOING TO TAG "mizutsune" SO THAT I MAY LEARN ITS SECRETS FROM THE HIDDEN HUNTERS GUILD OF TUMBLR AND DESTROY IT. (I play rise Heavy Bowgun btw) GOOD NIGHT SIR, MAMM AND GENERAL HIGHER POWERS (THAT IS WHAT I CALL THE FOLK WHO DO NOT FIT UNDER MAM OR SIR, WHY MUST THE FANCY POLITE WORDS BE SO POINTLESSLY GENDERED?!?!?!?!)

[darkmaga-returns]

https://www.globalresearch.ca/war-gaza-us-israel-dehumanizing-human-culture/5870387

War on Gaza and How the US and Israel are “Dehumanizing Human Culture”

By Mahboob A. Khawaja

Global Research, October 17, 2024

Today’s Humanity Is Victim of Powerful Political Cults

The trajectory of daily aerial bombardments, targeted killings of fellow human beings, planned destruction of human habitats and cries for help by innocent children, men and women go unanswered for more than a year. It is madness, inhumanity, complete breakdown and impotence of global organizations such as the UNO and its Security Council and complete indifference of global leaders to challenge the animosities perpetuated by Israel and bombed by using American supplied weapons on the masses who should be protected by the so-called civilized world of the 21st century if there is any left intact.

The global thinking hubs wondered how to avert the tyranny and oppression to safeguard the innocent people of Gaza. President Biden and Secretary Blinken claimed to be deescalating the war in the Middle East and focusing on humanitarian aid desperately needed by the entrapped civilians across Gaza, but they appear preoccupied in sending THAAT and weapons of mass destruction to level Gaza and make it available to Israeli settlers. Their words and actions are self-contradictory, treacherous and misleading as Israel extends bombardment on Lebanon to crush the will of the civilian population for security and survival. Essentials of human survival are being weaponized. The global humanity must be concerned, why Israel is stopping foods, medicine and water supplies to the entrapped civilians in Northern strip and why it is repeatedly bombing the Al-Aqsa hospital and places of worhsip across Gaza? PM Netanyahu and his Far-Right extremists coalition live in a political fantancy not representative of the people of Israel. The contradictions covered up adroit formulation but continue to haunt the Israeli masses for peace and belonging to the land of Palestine: 

People of Israel Feel Denied Freedom and Curse of Political Lies

Ari Shavit (“Israel Takes its Last Breath”, Haaretz, Israel: 10/8/24), clarfies the essence of current affairs: It appears we have passed the point of no return, and it may be that “Israel” can no longer end the occupation, stop colonization, or achieve peace. It seems impossible to reform Zionism, save democracy, and divide the people of this land.

He added: If the situation is as it is, then:

There is no reason to live in this country.

There is no reason to write in “Haaretz.”

There is no reason to read “Haaretz.”

We must follow what Rogel Alpher suggested two years ago—leave the country… If “Israelism” and Jewishness are no longer a vital part of one’s identity, and if every Israeli citizen holds a foreign passport, not only technically but psychologically, then it’s over. We should say goodbye to our friends and move to San Francisco, Berlin, or Paris.

Ari Shavit points out: The curse of lies is what haunts the Israelis, and day after day it strikes them in the face in the form of a knife in the hand of a Jerusalemite, Hebronite, or Nabulsi, or with a stone or from a bus driver from Jaffa, Haifa, or Acre. The Israelis realize they have no future in Palestine; this is not a land without a people as they falsely claimed. Another writer acknowledges not just the existence of the Palestinian people but rather their superiority over the Israelis. This is Gideon Levy, the leftist Zionist, who says this.

[lilietsblog]

Thaat's not how I'd describe her at all.

Baba Yaga is not randomly helpful or hindering. She is ornery and prefers being alone, and dislikes children, but she has a code of... manners that she abides by. She might try to trick visitors she dislikes into ignoring manners, but she has a soft spot for those who stand against that and are polite and demand that she be polite anyway. (And she gets murdery and cannibal-y if she is not held back by manners)

She lives in a tiny hut in the woods, that usually looks normal unless commanded to move, at which point it reveals chicken legs, generally used for turning around to 'face' the visitor / the owner with the door. She flies in a mortar, using a pestle to direct it and a broom to sweep away her tracks (not sure what kinda tracks a flying mortar would have left, but I guess it doesn't as a result).

She is not "deformed" (unless you count warts and being hunched over) or "ferocious", she's a very old, wrinkled woman, usually depicted with fairly specific appearance - a long hooked nose, a sharp chin, and round cheeks. Her hair (long, grey/white) is usually tied up in a patterned kerchief, and the rest of her clothing is simple peasant stuff, although it can be old and worn. She's usually depicted flying in a mortar and holding a broom, with the pestle omitted.

"Baba" means "Grandmother", although there's some linguistic mutation involved - do not try to actually call someone that to their face. In the myths and fairy tales, people who are polite to her call her "Babushka" - basically the more affectionate form, that also happens to be the polite option (and is historically the polite way to address elderly strangers, as in many cultures - this custom is mostly gone by modernity, but is preserved in old stories like this).

She is also very knowledgeable, the classic forest "witch". She can direct heroes along on their quest, present them with enchanted items that are simple / have drawbacks, etc. She can also give good advice, as she's familiar with the rest of the supernatural world. Of course, all of this is only on condition that people follow the rules of hospitality etc. She is not benevolent or malevolent, unlike some other figures, she's your classic True Neutral that mirrors your own attitude at you. Disobedient children get eaten, polite children get given a gift that'll burn down their abusive family's home for them and keep them safe in the aftermath, as one does.

In more modern adaptations, she's often presented as a more sympathetic and/or humorous figure. Depending on the tone the story wants to take, she might straight up act like a kindly grandma (and not an ornery fae that will test you and you had better not be found wanting, as in the original myths). Often there will be many of her... "species", as with most mythological creatures - there are plenty of leshys / forest guardians, rusalkas / freshwater mermaids, etc. Baba Yaga can get lumped into the same category, which is completely inaccurate to the letter of the original mythology, but tends to produce utterly fantastic and hilarious results. The house with chicken legs is made frequent use of, sometimes even in the absence of the owner - it can roost baby chicken houses, participate in races, etc etc. Generally she's a beloved character / archetype, because there are few stories that aren't improved by adding a grumpy magic old woman into them.

Either in the original mythos or the modern adaptations, Baba Yaga is generally not depicted as particularly powerful. Her assistance is generally along the lines of advice, or items that are highly conditional. Her opposition is... well, she regularly loses to, and gets outwitted by, spunky children. In the original she's a fae/sage archetype, in modern adaptations she often gets a slapstick action role - not necessarily as the one getting slapped, mind, but she generally won't be there for more serious violence.

(There are exceptions like where she has the riders of Day, Evening and Night or something like that as her servants, but even then, she's not the one actually stabbing people or setting them on fire or whatever)

These google image search results are what I'd consider more or less center of the scattershot of portrayals of Baba Yaga. I get that the fernhead image is more aesthetic, but it's just... not really her, alright?

30 days of horror myths: baba yaga

in slavic mythology, baba yaga is a supernatural being, who appears as a deformed and/or ferocious-looking woman. baba yaga may help or hinder those that encounter or seek her out and may play a maternal role; she has associations with forest wildlife.

[rotationalsymmetry]

Hey. Please don’t reblog hate speech even to disagree with it. It’s still spreading that stuff. If you need to let people know someone is a bigot, that’s sometimes legit and important, but you can do that without spreading their hate speech for them. Keep in mind that people who are targets of that hate speech might be following your blog, and people who aren’t targets might be bothered by it anyways. It is not progressive to share hate speech. It does not promote social justice. This is not the sort of discomfort that privileged people need to just get over. Don’t spread hate speech.

[growling]

episode 11. i think 12 is the final one? so. huh. (holy fuck this turned out LONG)

STROPHAIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what's he doing :333

why is cunty music playing why is Strophaia making these bird mating displays in front of our dad. did I miss an episode

"hey"

"GET AWAY FROM THE FLUTE. BAD. BAD STROPHAIA. LEAVE IT. LEAVE IT. STOP PERCHING LIKE TH"

Strophaia silly momence. I don't even know what his deal is everyone hates him for some reason. he's just full of whimsy and wonder what is their fucking problem. this has the potential to age

Strophaia up arrow pose

ok bye dad I guess ksdsjdfha. is anybody gonna check up on that room

wait i hear a banger

Akuma Kun & Memphis Tennessee playing rock paper scissors <333333

oh he got sealed up. lmao. lol. truly full of horseplay and shenanigans this episode

he didn't even say Strophaia just "THAT fucking angel". enemy of the state

Akuma Kun don't care. *audibly starts crunching*

the what now

aww that's nice of you :333 at least now i know that the ellohim essaim is not for summing shit but for horn privileges and so i don't have to choke him out in my mind

"Strophaia has gotten stronger" cool is anybody gonna tell me who my silly parrot is even or do I have deduce it myself

Strophaia brand red portal sludge

"there must be a way to seal Strophaia's power away" don't you dare. let him have fun >:( god forbid he does anything :eyeroll emoji:

(Off topic but I don't think Strophaia knows what a gender is nor does he possess one. Strophaia is Strophaia he's a fucking angel he's from the angel dimension. what are you saying to him is that a threat)

soo. did they manage to get in there or is this a flashback

Aeshma???

..wait whats happening

I don't know if I should say awww. but awwww. they :) Strophaia & Akuma Kun/Ichiro/Aeshma(?) moment. i cannot hit unpause cause im too busy doing the happy hands thingy sorry you will wait

yeah let's release them :))))) and he's fondling his damn hair again. every time

besties. who even is Mephisto I forgot how his face already

Strophaia "great job superstar" voice. Aeshma/whateverthefuck looks rough as hell. not in a "every second of his existence is filled with pain and suffering" way but moreso in a "has not showered in two weeks and is currently in a...Place now" what even is this place. demon dimension. hell. or heaven. everywhere Strophaia is is heaven.

yoohoo. yippeee. he's so very polite. there is something wrong with him but he's v polite about it so you can't disagree with him.

awwwwwwwwwww <3333333333333 look at himmm

WHO RUINED THEIR FUN BONDING MOMENT. WAS THAT YOU SHINGO OR WHATEVER YOUR NAME WAS. GO AWAY. NASTY

"hand over the child" his child now. thats the rules. you are kidnapping him from his rightful guardian

"who the hell are you" YEAH that's right.....

cruelty. brutality. filth. evil. drop the ffucking flute you're stressing the bird out

YEAH one point to Strophaia!!!! I know he won't win this but. jsut let me believe for a moment. let me be...it's not hurting anyone...

he just doesn't get it :///// calmly explain it to him them like civilized people.... instead of stealing away his rightfully claimed child he found in a dumpster behind a Biedronka

BIG hand

Strophaia voice me and Aeshma. solid. as they comeee

Aeshma. Aeshma. Aeshma. Aeshma. why did I get emotional. look what youve done Akuma Kun the first and Mephistopheles the second nothing but hatred in my heart for you two scoundrels. also Aeshma if Strophi tells you to not touch then do NOT touch thaat

LOOK WHAT YOUVE DONE. HOW DDDAREJFHDDFHDSJFDHD YOUU.

I support whatever Strophaia's doing that is his rightfully conquered human it's his official property NOT yours. Give him back let him save him Aeshma yearns to be saved by the cunty angel

im not even halfway in. wait. what the fuck

hotcakes. hotcakes. hotcakes. hotca

whos that count guy

alright back to the present :) i think :)

"dumb dad" sooooo trueeeee....

lots of cute moments after The Anguish

what has Strophaia ever done to you huh

"unless you take on a human form" are we gonna see it...

and he's molting again. this amount isn't healthy!!!

becoming a demon huh...

everybody being mean to Strophaia this night. and for WHAT. if he wants to destroy the physical world then that's his choice he was there first. lol. lmao

GUN????? AKUMA KUN GUN ARC??

oh who that

SATAN??? FROM THE BIBLE??? aww man his maid dress is gone... cowards.

meanie. lmao.

wait is she dead for real this time.

oh she's fine :) she needs to stop doing that

Akuma Kun LEARNS TO K I L L arc

I WAS JOKING I WAS JOKING I WAS JOKING IT WAS A JOKE A JOKE A JOKE

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WH

Shingo I am so fucking sorry I should not have spoken about you that way

watching akuma kun. something wrong with him <3

[maxthepeoplebitinglagomorph]

if max youre not the president anymore, who is? some random guy or did superball take your place in the end?

also, did you do some fun stuff while you were president?

"Duh I did fun stuff! I spent most of the money on sam and I's weddings! And errrr........ I think superball took my place anyway, I ain't cut for politics, Yknow! I debated a guy and t ended with him getting a chainsaw up his-"

"...Thaat's enough, Max. We don't need to traumatize our audience right now. Please take your meds little buddy."

[farmhandler]

From the wip tag game

It is what it sounds like :’) I thought it would be fun to explore the idea of Tanjiro being the stalker in these kinds of darker aus . This bit isn’t thaat juicy so you get a longer piece!

---

“Welcome!” Nezuko called loudly. “What can I get for you?”

“Hello!” the blond man boomed, shoving his way to the counter. He planted his hands flat on the countertop and leaned forward. Tanjiro hadn’t expected him to push his face past the counter and smile at Tanjiro directly. “It smells amazing on this side! We will take one of everything! No—two!”

Was this not his first time? No—Tanjiro was certain that he would have noticed him had he come in before. He was so boisterous and loud; completely different from their usual Intel. They had some regulars that came in to do work throughout the day, and Tanjiro didn’t bother them as long as they were too busy and they kept ordering.

“We will not be taking everything,” the man behind the blond said. His hair was a stark white, also of a curious style. “Don’t listen to Rengoku here. But order whatever my wives want.”

Rengoku. His name is Rengoku.

“Don’t worry, Tengen, we’re already way ahead of you,” one of the women said. She joined her--… wives?--in pointing out pastries for Nezuko to shove into various bags. Tanjiro helped her by tallying everything. Rengoku still hung over the counter, but when Tanjiro approached, he politely stepped back.

“Don’t deny me, Uzui! I’ll be paying for it, after all.”

“Not a chance,” Uzui drawled. “Because I’ll have to help you carry all those bags and I don’t want to.”

There was some back and forth, but eventually Rengoku settled on a few pastries and a loaf of bread. As they were leaving, Tanjiro watched Rengoku pick up his bags and flash him a smile before he turned around and began walking away.

“What a handsome group of people,” Nezuko said. “And loud. I was worried they would never leave!”

“Yeah.” Tanjiro’s eyes kept following him even as they stepped outside. They lingered on his arms and large hands cradling the bag of goods to his chest. He didn’t look away until long after he had disappeared out of view.

“Come help me restock the shelves. They practically cleared us out. You might need to start the oven at this rate.”

For the rest of the day, Tanjiro thought about Rengoku. He thought about him as he was clearing out the leftover pastries at the end of the day. He thought about him as he wiped down the shelves and cleaned the countertop. Then, as he was clearing out the register, a thought occurred to him.

He didn’t know Rengoku’s first name, but he could find out.

The payment system they used was an updated version of the old one. It was much faster and more reliable than the last one, which made it stupidly easy for Tanjiro to open their payment history and find his name on the list.

Rengoku Kyojuro.

“What are you doing?” Nezuko asked him.

“Just checking something,” he said. “I thought there might be a double charge. I’ll take care of it!”

She left, and Tanjiro refocused on the payment. With their system, it displayed the payee’s billing address.

Tanjiro lifted his phone and took a picture of the screen. Then he shoved his phone in his pocket and began closing out the register.

[pynkpoet]

take a hint lyrics that still hit to this day:

I DONT WANNA PRISS IM JUST TRYNA BE POLITE BUT IT ALWAYS SEEMS TO BITE ME IN THE

AND THAAT IS WHEEEEN IT STARTED GOING SOUTH

YOU ASK ME WHAT MY SIGN IS AND I TOLD YOU IT WAS STOP

AND IF I HAD A DIME FOR EVERY NAME THAT YOU JUST DROPPED YOUD BE HERE AND ID BE ON A YACHT

WHAT ABOUT NO DONT U GET GO AHEAD AND TELL YOUR FRIENDS IM NOT REALLY INTERESTED

IM GONNA COUNT THREE AND OPEN MY EYES AND YOULL BE GOOOOONE

jade's entire countdown. invented a whole generation of sapphics

[technological-backbone]

Xshushthr gives her a polite smile. Their general appearance bears a striking resemblance to someone she apparently used to know, who went by the name Mac.

"₰ Well, II don't know how thiis plaace defiines liife, but unless thiis iis some form of aafterliife then II would haave to saay thaat most liikely aam. ₻" They laugh quietly at their attempted lightheartedness before the laughter gives way to a blood-filled cough.

The ground beneath them is stained green, the same colour as a trail leading from the centre of a nearby crater to their current position. Their legs are still bending in different directions, their left hand looks severely damaged, and the curve of their back follows a very unusual and unhealthy-looking shape. Assuming that they are, in fact, related to Mac in some regard could only lead to the conclusion that they are very severely injured.

They seem to think of something and quickly pose a question to Jane. "₰ II don't suppose you could tell me the naame of the laanguaage we aare speaakiing riight now? ₻" Despite the apparent severely disabling state of their body, their voice carries only the faintest hint of the pain they must surely be in.

Xshushthr falls to the ground from quite a distance, looking around with confusion on their face. The floor beneath them has cracked quite heavily from the impact. Both legs are bent at very different angles, making it clear that one is going the wrong way. They try to move but quickly stop with a sharp breath followed by an exerted sigh. After getting their breathing under control, they slowly scoot over to the nearest wall, cursing and wincing all the way. Leaning against support brings them some relief, and they calm down slightly. They then proceed to pass out from the pain.

A while later, they regain consciousness and pull out a device that resembles an old Walkman. After pressing some buttons, they begin speaking into it.

"₰ Straange new plaace, log 1. ₻" They pause to collect their thoughts. "₰ II found aa powerful source of maagiicaal energy thaat seemed liike iit could be liinked to aa connectiion between tiimeliines. IIt seems II waas aat leaast paartiiaally correct, aas iit haas traansported somewhere new. ₻" They try to move their leg again, getting only more pain for their troubles. The same for the fingers on their other hand as well as their back. They sigh deeply before continuing

"₰ The triip haas left me severely iinjured, so II won't be moviing from my current posiitiion for some tiime. Saaiid posiitiions aappeaars to be aan offiice breaakroom of sorts, though the ceiiliing aabove haas been removed iin faavour of extendiing the waalls so faar upwaards thaat theiir end caannot be seen. Whaatever thiis plaace iis, iit iis aappaarently very straange. II wiill haave to iinvestiigaate further once my left leg haas heaaled enough to waalk. ₻" They stop speaking for a while, head against the way, before closing off their recording. "₰ Thaat iis aall for now. End Log. ₻"

The device disappears from their hand, which falls limply to their side as they conserve the strength used to keep their arm aloft. They look around expectantly, thinking that surely someone would have to appear at some point. That wasn't an event that they were looking forward to, but they were mentally preparing for nonetheless.

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If you really wanna effect a influncers or corprations actions in a way that will freak them out.

Unfallow and ignore them completely. Dont clicl on there stuff,they track veiws even if there not publicaly posted. Even 24h of this is enpugh to freak them out.

You would ve surprised how much public opinion, even negtive fuels these kind of things. If suddenly thousands of people, or even 100 people, at once dissapear it goes noticed and sets off the alarm bells more so the peoples public outrage. Good press is any press yada yada.

If you must draw attention to something they posted screen shot it or reblog someone elses woth the same links. Dont give them attention.

If they have a survay or public opinion comment section be polite. Of your not there just gonna throw out your reply. If your polite and clearly and directly state what your upset about there more likely to listen to you and it will actually make a dirrence.

People are less likely to do survays if there infotmation is required because they are held accountable for there replys. But if not required companys are less likely to give rude or replys with swearing a chance because they are not inclined to recognize thaat responce as being frim a human being. If they have your contact infor, fake or not they have to take it seriously IF YOU ARE REASONABLE.

Though the reason they collect ur info is because it was found that simply doing a fallow up was enpugh to make customers happy, more so then actually fixing the problem in some cases. Customers can be fooled into excepting poor quality products orr services as long as the customer service was seen as satisfacotry. This meaning. If they put on a pretty face and act poliet they will get what they want.

But you can do the same thing to them and they will have to obey there own tricks. If you kindly decline Does a lot more then u think, and more then if your using swear words and anger because like a real person face to face acting up, they will toss you out will your clown pants on. Being polite and direct is more effective in effecting corprations and people in the public eye then acting like a fool in clown pants.

Even if the fools defeat is more likely to be in the history books and talked about for years to come, The assiain laughs quietly alone in vicory. Dont be the fool.

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➵ Linhardt von Hevring x GN!Reader

➵ Word Count: 959

➵A/N: Lin doesn’t really appear thaat much buuutt HAPPY BIRTHDAY @sakiyama-shuujis​!!! Not me using unposted work as a birthday gift akslfjdjdkskdhf you haven’t read this one anyways so its cool lol this was inspired from a prompt list I found a while back but I can’t really remember which oops

Sometimes you wonder how you got into this mess. You wondered how you ended up here; a mediocre restaurant in the middle of the town centre, sitting opposite of a guy more interested in himself rather than his date. 

You recalled just hours earlier when you were hanging with Hilda and the topic of relationships were brought up. And of course she wanted to set you up with someone. Looking back on it, agreeing to this whole thing was stupid.

“Go on a blind date!” She said.

“It’ll be fun!” She said.

If this was Hilda’s definition of fun, you really wondered if she was just wishing you a death wish. Because listening to a self righteous ass with a stick up him prattling on about his noble duty -or whatever he called it- is fun. 

Your eye twitched uncontrollably as you found it hard to keep up your amused façade, furiously texting your aforementioned friend (though who knew what your relationship was anymore; making you go on this ‘date’ was really pushing her luck) underneath the table. Fully in Caps Lock, you complained furiously to her, demanding if this was some sort of joke and if she wanted a death wish. After this was all over, Hilda really had it in for her. You’d make sure she would regret setting up this whole blind date situation.

“...and that’s how I single handedly saved the whole company from- are you even listening?” The guy (what was his name? Lorenz or something something like that) asked, looking quite offended. You perked up, suddenly aware he was actually speaking to you for what seemed like the first time in the hour you were there for. You wanted to scoff; the answer was quite obvious to you. Who would want to listen to some guy ramble on about how great he was? 

“Huh? O-Of course!” You lied with your fingers crossed underneath the table. You really hoped he believed it because you really couldn’t bother with dealing with him anymore.

“Then what was I just talking about?” He further questioned. Hahaha…well fuck.

You giggled awkwardly as you looked everywhere but in his direction. Your silence was all that was needed to answer his question. He slammed his hands on the table loudly, catching the attention of other people in the restaurant. You groaned and covered your face.

“How dare you! Do you know who I am? I am Lorenz Hellman Gloucester, the son of-“ you didn’t bother listening to anymore of what he had to say. While it would be amusing to listen to him go on and on about himself and defending his honour was super hilarious, his loud mouth was attracting too much attention and you really didn’t want to be associated with him. Plus, retaliating would probably just make him louder. You rolled your eyes, knowing that this date had gone to shit so you didn’t bother keeping up your cheerful act. Seeing as it was pretty much over, you got up from your seat and made your way to leave. Though you were only able to take a few steps away from him before he practically demanded you to stay and listen to his entire rant.

“Where do you think you’re going you-!” Was the final thing you heard Lorenz shout at you before he suddenly became awfully quiet; the sudden silence accompanied by a distinct splashing sound. Whipping around, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

You cackled out loud at the scene in front of you; your previous ‘date’’s front half was completely soaked, ruining the illusion of the rich pretty boy aesthetic he was going for (which didn’t really work out for him, in your opinion). Next to him was a young green haired man who obviously had enough of Lorenz as well, seeming as he held an empty glass of water aimed at the pompous ass in his hand.

Lorenz spluttered about, not able to find words to describe how embarrassed he must have felt. He hastily grabbed his stuff and stormed out of the establishment, bumping into you as he fled the scene. Your eyes followed his figure as he almost broke the door’s hinges from opening then slamming it shut in a matter of what was probably a fraction of a second.

You giggled. A part of you thought to pity him but after the hell he’d just put you through, he deserved it. Curiously, you peered over to the direction of the table you were previously situated at to see the green haired guy approach you so casually as if he didn’t just pour water on someone. 

“‘Evening.” He greeted you halfheartedly, sticking out a hand. “Linhardt von Hevring.” Politely, you shook his hand and introduced yourself as well.

“Thank you for… uh, saving me?” You said, not really being able to describe what he did. Linhardt huffed out a chuckle.

 “He was too loud. I just did what everyone else wanted to do.”

For a second there was an awkward pause between the two of you. Though the silence was appriciated after having to have dealt with a guy like Lorenz Hellman Gloucester (honestly, you should have known better than to go out with someone who had such a ridiculous name), it was quite weird just to be standing in the middle of a restaurant. 

“Would you like to have dinner with me instead?” Linhardt suddenly requested. “You went out with him so you seem like someone who wouldn’t have any other plans tonight.”

Damn. This Linhardt guy is fucking brutal. You snorted, unable to deny it.

“Sure. Just promise you won’t spend the entire time talking about yourself?”

“You can count on it.” Linhardt nodded. “I’d rather learn about you anyways.”