#the only thing that's gonna change anything is a revolution and there's so much fucking infighting that that's not going to happen

[fxckinemo]

not my mom pulling the lesser of two evils thing. there is no lesser evil anymore. there never really was to begin with. they are all fucking despicable genocide supporters who have no purpose besides funding and cheering for the war machine. i don't fuckin care anymore fuck the election I don't have time to go vote anyway. im just gonna send the gas money I would've spent to a palestinian family who actually needs it.

[woman-respecter]

https://www.tumblr.com/woman-respecter/769231651188408320/sorry-not-sorry-but-everyone-simping-for-that-guy

Honestly, I can understand the people who were specifically royally fucked over by this guy feeling some sense of catharsis over this bastard dying. I'm not exactly gonna lose sleep over it.

What makes me roll my eyes however is the sheer number of self-righteous chucklefucks who use this as either the foundation/expectation of some kind of "righteous revolution" against evil CEOs, while frankly I don't expect anything of significance to happen beyond typical copycat killers that may or may not (more than likely) end up only targeting people that they deem "rich and elite" but actually aren't anything more than convenient scapegoats for mob mentality.

Because let's face it, people are absolute shit at determining who "the enemy" actually is, and more often than not just butcher innocent people or easy targets because they're too cowardly to go after actually difficult but meaningful targets. It'd be another thing entirely if they'd gotten rid of the one certain major rich asshole whose currently behind so much of the propaganda of a certain site, because at least THAT have a chance of making a major difference in crippling a certain administration, but that'd require a level of guts and courage that I don't expect to happen anytime soon.

Also to be honest, the above is also just really endemic of the highly fucked up priorities of a lot of people, especially online: how much they romanticize acts of vigilante violence that, while outwardly cathartic, aren't exactly that effective in the long term because as much as we don't want to admit it, this CEO is just a cog in a fucked up system. He's replaceable and ultimately the company he led isn't gonna change their policies just because he's kicked the bucket.

In addition, a number of people don't really have any interest in doing anything of the sort because the image of being a "tough revolutionary against the evil establishment" is more important to them than actually doing anything meaningful. And this ESPECIALLY applies to the people who are cheering on this guy, but whom decided to not vote for the one woman who could have given us all a better future in a far more overall beneficial way out of their own twisted vanity and egotism.

Besides, we don't know diddly squat about this guy; I don't think it's particularly good to be projecting your own selfish hero fantasies onto someone who, for all we know, might not exactly be on the up and up. And if he does turn out to be a genuinely vile person, I expect a fair bit of backtracking from people, and for less scrupulous groups to take advantage of it and frame the people who support this as immoral hypocrites for more propaganda.

TL;DR: I'm not losing sleep over the bastard being dead and anyone who suffered because of him has a right to feel relieved that one of their tormentors is gone, but I feel like way too many people are just using this as an excuse to romanticize ineffective vigilante justice to overcompensate for their own impotence as "revolutionaries" while ignoring how the dead guy is just a cog in the big fucked up machine of medical insurance who can be replaced. Or more pessimistically, to try to cover up how much things could have been overall better if they'd prioritized doing the one thing that could have helped all of us a month earlier.

And that it's frustrating and disturbing how much people are valorizing a person that they know nothing about, despite the very real possibility that if he's revealed as a total scumbag, that their loud support right now could be used against them by our enemies. Which I need to note is pretty much part of the reason we're in this mess in the first place.

yep, the tl;dr sums up my feelings on the topic p well. idc that the greedy bastard died, i just hate the glorification of “revolutionary” violence.

[alpaca-clouds]

Some thoughts on Nocturne

Okay, we finally have a trailer and some actual information on the show, I think it is kinda fun to speculate, right? And just have some thoughts. No, scratch that: Actually I got a lot of thoughts. Even though barely anything is confirmed.

Firstly: Yeah, let's face it, it does not look like there is a ton of plot tonna survive from the two games inspiring it. Which undoubtedly will once again leave the game fans angry. But even though I enjoyed the heck out of Symphony of the Night (still gotta play Rondo full), I still think it is kinda a good thing. Because most Castlevania games are fairly light on story. Which - I said this before - is okay. It is totally okay for a videogame to be like: "Slay big monster." But if you want to translate it into a more narrative focused medium, you gotta change stuff.

I was originally kinda sceptical about the entire French Revolution thing for two reasons. 1) Well, technically I doubt that the French Revolution is still gonna happen after how the first series ended. But that might just be me. 2) Western Media, but American Media especially sucks when it comes to portrayels of the French Revolution as it usually goes back to the "There were good people on both sides!" kinda outlook, that does not really get the revolution and everything that was going on.

Funnily enough the thing that made me a bit more optimistic on this point is just them making Annette Black and from what I gather from that preview article released two days someone who has escaped slavery. I mean, game!Annette is just the usual passive kinda woman for the most part. And this is... definitely more interesting than that.

Especially given there is also another detail that nobody seems to acknowledge: Outside of showrunner Clive Bradley, all the episode writers (Temi Oh, Testament and Zodwa Nyoni) are Black. Which kinda seems like a very conscious choice. And given that the French Revolution does not get the credit it deserves as an abolition movement and something that definitely also helped to lead to the Haitain Revolution, I start to get my hopes up that they are gonna actually work with that aspect of the (hi)story.

One thing that is also interesting to me - though also kinda iffy - is the thing with Orlox and Richter's mother.

Iffy because it makes Richter join the ranks of Castlevania protagonists at least partly inspired by the death of a woman. What is it with this franchise and that fucking refrigirating warehouse filled with women?! I mean, Jesus, you people are aware that man can actually be inspired to do stuff for other reasons than a woman dying, right?!

But... We also know that Orlox does not seem to be the main antagonist, but apparently is someone who ends up making uneasy allies with Richter and Co., which kinda makes me hope that there is actually gonna be a bit more nuance to this than it appears at first glance.

Orlox says in the trailer that Richter's mom killed someone very dear to him (honestly, if this is gonna be another refrigerated woman, I am gonna flip a fucking table, though I guess I also do not want buried gays) and a part of me kinda hopes that it might go into the direction I brought up concerning my Belmont family headcanon with this discussing the idea of "killing all vampires is kinda bad, too".

Another thing about Orlox is, too, that he is not white. I read him as Black originally, but given that he is voiced by Zahn McClarnon, who is indigenous, I am gonna assume Orlox here is of Indigenous heritage. Which is gonna make for an interesting storybeat, given that in the series so far we had non-white vampires, yes, but... none of them had much in terms of story, let alone even voicelines.

Especially given another thing...

Given from what we see in the trailer, there definitely is gonna be a theme of "nobility = vampires" going on here. We can only guess about how much of it being like actual: "Oh, yeah, all nobles are vampires!" But there are definitely gonna be some vampires nobles opposed to the revolution. That seems to be pretty clear.

Aaaaaand... that makes me wonder, whether or not there is actually gonna be some commentary about the different ranks within vampire society.

Let me explain: All vampires with voicelines (or, heck, NAMES) within the original Castlevania series were nobles of some sort. It was what in other franchises would be called Vampire Lords. Well, with the exception of Ratko, that is, who explicitly is a soldier. Most of the vampire soldiers are just faceless characters with the same four designs repeating over and over. They are just the canon fodder who dies, when the heroes need their action scenes. But... That always made me wonder what vampire society actually looked like for these people.

And given the time this is now set in... and that Orlox is apparently indigenous... I kinda doubt that he is a vampire lord, given the times. If we have the vampire nobility being actual nobility... They gotta be racist, right?

Maybe I am just conjecturing too much here. But... That would actually make for an interesting idea.

Also, also... In the original show there is not a single Black or Arabian vampire. Which is also... interesting. Just saying.

We also know that the main antagonist seems to be Erzsebet Báthory (rather than Shaft or Dracula, though obviously this could also be the trailer trying to mislead us).

Fun Fact: Did you know that there is two vampires in the Castlevania games based on historical serial killers, who these days are both presumed to have been innocent? (Bathory and de Rais.)

This is something where I am super interested to see, where they are going to go with the character. Because there definitely is this historical assumption these days that she might have been innocent - and man would that make for a more interesting character than her being actually just a child murderer.

We so far see too little of her to really speculate much. But I definitely find it interesting that they have chosen her as the antagonist.

Also... There is this whole thing of Vampire Messiah and all of that going on and blocking out the sun and what not. And I kinda do wonder if anyone is gonna go like: "Uhm, yeah, without a sun we cannot grow shit and everyone is gonna starve, including vampires!"

Other more short form thoughts:

We see this night creature apparently saving Annette from a vampire or other night creature. What's up with that? Or is it even a night creature? We definitely see night creatures in that big eclipse scene, but there issomething else that might be going on here. Because...

Admittedly, the one vampire I have trouble placing in my theory is this one. She does seem to be on the side of Bathory in this based on everything we see in the trailer. From all I can find, she does not have a name as far as I could find. But she does fight Annette and all of that. And she definitely is Black, making me wonder what her story is.

BUUUUUT... If you look at her full design in the scene where she is fighting Annette, she looks remarkably like the night creature saving Annette in the above screenshot. So...

We see those masked figures in the trailer, with the clear implication that they are vampires. And last night (well, European night that is) someone on one of the servers was like: "Hey, is the blond masked guy Alucard with short hair?" And I originally brushed it off. But... I also think now they might be right, because he has normal ears and not poity vampire ears. And that is only something we saw in Alucard so far (not that we see a ton of his ears - which made me to always assume for my fics he has pointy ears, but I crossreferenced the models and yeah, no, Alucard has normal ears). So, either this is Alucard... or some other dhampir. Probably not a full-blooded vampire though.

In this one shot of what seems to be Annette using her magic, we see that she has a Fleur-de-lis either painted, tattooed or branded on her right hand. And I gotta wonder what is up with that. Given that she is a freed/runaway slave, I do wonder whether she has some ties to the royal family in one way or another?

We do see Maria summon what clearly looks like Byakku. And I am wondering how they are gonna go about Maria's powerset. Because it is another thing were the games do not have a ton of story happening. She summons beasts that are strictly linked to East Asian mythology, even though she is not from East Asia because of... reasons. I certainly hope she is gotta get more of a reason to do so here. (Especially given her entire Ninja-thing in Symphony, that made about as much sense lol Please note: I love game!Maria. It is just kinda a hilarious "Japanese games will do this" thing to me.)

We do not see a ton of Tera using magic in the trailer. Buuuuut in this scene she uses ice magic and definitely uses the same hand sign for it Sypha uses. She also vaguely has the same color scheme (blue and black) as the speakers do. And the same blue eyes like Sypha. Is she related to the speakers somehow? (And given the role that the Romani people also kinda had in terms of the revolution: Will we just stick with the speakers taking over the roles of Sinti and Roma?)

What is going on in this scene?

I mean, we definitely see Richter using magic in the trailer (which still makes a ton of sense to me, given he is gonna be as much of a descendent of Sypha as he is of Trevor). But this... does kinda seem as if he might have something more than just normal magic going on there.

Also: I just adore that half of the trailer Richter is crying. Someone hug this poor boy.

Finally: I sure hope it will keep up the gay levels of the series so far xD

[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

🎂Happy Birthday Gavin🎂

Rating:🔞 Explicit-sexual content🔥 Fandom:💙Detroit Become Human💙 Ships: Hankconvin900, Nines x Gavin x Hank x Connor Tags: Birthday sex, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, bukkake, Bottom Gavin, M/M/M/M, DBH polycule, PWP- plot what plot/porn without plot, Daddy kink, sir kink, degradation/humiliation kink, unsafe sex A/N: this took me all day, please give it some love���💙

Of all the places to be, on his least favorite day of the year, he has to be at phcking work, sitting through yet another PR meeting about ‘Accepting Androids in the workplace.’

The revolution last November changed the world, and now, 10 or so months later, things are just starting to balance back out. And that he thinks has more to do with two Androids in particular, who were able to reach Gavin in a way even Hank, his longtime friend and partner couldn't. 

He sure didn't make it easy. Gavin never makes anything easy. But they persisted. And now he’s moved back into Anderson's house, he’s work partners with Nines, and he, Nines, Connor, and Hank are in the weirdest, most unpredicted polycule he's ever been a part of. 

It's been great, at least the last couple of months have been. Like he said, he didn't make the transition easy. But once they found the key to getting Gavin to open up, everything just kinda spilled out. Then it was easier. Because the shit Gavin was actually mad about finally came out, and he learned Connor and Nines weren’t really that bad of dudes. Annoying, yeah, but hey, so was he.

They also helped introduce Gavin to some of the best sex he’s ever had. Turns out, having two high-stamina Androids as fuck buddies had its advantages. The pair opened him and Hank up to a world of new kink opportunities that had the additional side effect of bringing them all closer together as a result. Which he guesses is good too. He’s certainly happier than he’s been- 

Nines bumps his shoulder, and Gavin only notices now he’s drooling. He wipes his mouth quickly with the back of his hand before clearing his throat. No one in the large lecture hall outside of Nines caught the action, which Gavin was grateful for. His phone lit up with a silent message from the Android just a moment later. 

{Bored Gavin? Or daydreaming again?} 1:43 PM

Gavin chuckles quietly before slipping his phone under the table. They were all adult officers, looking at their phones wasn’t disallowed, but Gavin was trying to be polite with how much he was actively not paying attention. 

[I can think of at least 15 things I’d rather be doing with my time than this…] 1:44 PM

{This is a required seminar for all officers} 1:44 PM

[Yeah, I know, but it’s not like I’m gonna give Androids any trouble anymore.] 1:44 PM 

[Even if I tried, you’d kill me before I got half a sentence out.] 1:44 PM

Gavin sent the message and waited for Nines to read it. A growing warmth bloomed in his gut when the side of Nines' mouth turned up in amusement. 

{You're correct, I would.} 1:45 PM

Gavin assumes it would be left at that, and starts to try and pay attention. Until another message popped up. 

{Only a little bit longer now. We will be leaving for the day after this.} 1:47 PM

That surprised Gavin.

[As much as I’m pro ditching work, don’t think Fowler’s gonna go for it.] 1:47 PM

Nines' face remained stoic and emotionless, giving nothing away.  

{The request for PTO has been entered and accepted for months.} 1:48 PM

Gavin’s mouth dropped open. Because he sure as hell didn't put in the request. He prefers to work on his birthday. Helps him avoid thinking about it. About Cole. About everything. 

Nines sent another message. 

{Just because you refuse to acknowledge the day doesn’t mean it ceases to exist Gavin.} 1:48 PM

Gavin flushed red and flipped his phone over on the desk. He was done talking about this. He had purposely avoided telling Nines and Connor when it was for this reason. Though in hindsight, it was kind of stupid to think two supercomputers didn't have access to something as mundane as his birthday, but still. Hank knew how he felt about it. He’s made it crystal clear. 

He didn't say anything to Nines for the rest of the meeting. 

It was a quiet and un-phcking-comfortable 36 minutes. 

⭕

“GAVIN, WAIT!” Nines is shouting after him, but he doesn't want to talk about it. 

“I PHCKING HATE SUPRISE PARTIES,” he shouts back instead. He’s so edgy by the time he reaches his car he drops his keys twice, and Nines catches up to him… 

“Gavin, I know how you feel about your birthday-” Nines starts, but Gavin doesn't let him finish. 

Gavin acts before he considers all ramifications and grabs Nines by his jacket. He sees red. He shoves Nines until his back hits the four-door. 

“No! You don’t know shit,” he insists furiously. 

When Nines' face exposes genuine shock and his LED flashes red does Gavin remember that he's a mushy, mortal, sack of bones who just physically, stupidly, assaulted a top-of-the-line Police Bot. Who ya know, also happened to be his partner and nonconventional boyfriend. He should definitely let go. Why can’t he let go?

“Let go of me Gavin,” Nines insists calmly, LED back to a steady and less homicidal, cyan. 

Gavin does. Immediately grateful Nines chose mercy and both his wrists were still intact. He straightens his own clothes before unlocking his car. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m not asking you to. Just, to keep an open mind. We have spent a fair bit of time setting this up for you.”

“Who’s we?”

Nines opens the passenger side and slides into the seat without answering. 

Gavin’s teeth clench but he yanks himself into the driver's seat. When he pulls on his seatbelt, Nines finally answers. 

“Connor, Hank, and I.”

That admission has a fair bit of Gavin’s anxiety melting off his shoulders and leveling out his temper. 

“Just you guys,” he clarifies as he turns the engine over. 

“Yes. Unless you want to extend the invite to others.”

Gavin shook his head. 

“Not really.” 

Gavin didn't trust anyone else like he trusted them. 

⭕

When they pull up to Hank’s house Sumo rushes out to greet them. 

“Hey buddy.” 

The comfort of Hank’s dog helps ease more of the discomfort Gavin is feeling as he walks up to unknowns in the house. Nines doesn't rush him inside, so he takes an extra minute, waiting until he can breathe without wheezing before heading inside. 

⭕

The rest of his anxious reservations melt upon opening the door. 

“O-Oh.”

“Yes,” Nines confirms. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner. I was bound to secrecy. Connor threatened fratricide.”

“I did,” Connor smiles, sitting completely naked on the living room couch, with Hank between his legs. “Welcome home, Gavin.” 

“Phck me,” Gavin pants, because it's suddenly way too hot in here and he swears his jeans just shrank.

“That was the plan,” Nines confirms amusedly, and his hand finds Gavin’s low back. “Shall we join them?”

Gavin’s having trouble making his mouth form words so he nods. The drool is back in full force,  because there really is no prettier sight than a naked Hank Anderson, on his knees sucking cock. 

⭕

While Connor continues to use Hank’s throat, Nines is opening Gavin up on his fingers over the loveseat. It gets easier and quicker every time they do this, but it's becoming increasingly obvious to Gavin that Nines is taking his time on purpose tonight. 

“Please Sir,” Gavin asks, pushing his ass back against the long slender digits. He needs so much more than just two fingers inside him.  

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that,” Nines hums and it makes Gavin weak. 

“I’ll say whatever the phck you want as long as you don’t stop touching me.”

Nines rewards him with another slick finger, pumping gently in and out with the others. Gavin relaxes even further in the Android’s grasp.

“Why aren't you obedient like this more often? You’d get what you want faster.”

“It’s no fun being good all the time,” Gavin laughs, a little breathless from the sudden increase in speed. “Ask Connor.”

Connor looks up from Hank, who currently has all of Connor’s cock in his throat. The brunette grins and slips his hand into the older man’s silver hair, holding Hank’s face in place.  

“He’s right,” Connor shrugs. To emphasize his point, he pushes Hank down further, waiting until the last possible moment before pulling Hank back by his hair so he could breathe. 

The sputtering sound Hank made upon removal was gorgeous; wet, gasping, and needy as he tries to keep any part of Connor’s cock in his mouth while he takes some much-needed breaths. 

Gavin’s cock spits more fluid. It’s so phcking hot. They are so phcking hot. He could watch that shit on a loop forever. 

“I think that's enough Connor,” Nines says a moment later, and both Connor and Hank are up and moving without a fuss, walking towards the bedroom.

Gavin is confused why they aren't following. Nines pushes in another finger and twists them until Gavin squeaks, holding him right where he wants him as Gavin catches his breath. When he has, Nines takes his chin and kisses him, forcing the air right back out. 

Nines chuckles and the heat sends goosebumps rippling down Gavin’s right side. 

“Ready for the next part of your present?” 

Gavin groans. “Oh hell yes.” 

⭕

Four fingers are not enough of a stretch to fully ready himself for Hank’s monster cock, but with a lot of lube and stimulation pretty much everywhere else and Gavin’s too pleasantly distracted to notice any pain upon entry. 

Connor has his mouth and is kissing him filthily and with teeth while Nines has his hand around his cock, pumping Gavin closer and closer to the edge. That plastic bastard Nines knows how sensitive the skin around his piercings is, so his fingers stay there, playing with the slick mess of his tip and pushing his thumb across his piercings until Gavin cries. Hank’s own thrusts inside his body start slow, but every time one of the Androids pulls a ple2ased sound out of him, Hank’s next thrust is harder, deeper, or faster. Like they were competing to see who could get him to bust first. 

Nines’ fingers catch his piercings, tugging against the head and Gavin whines, desperate and needy. Connor’s tongue pushes deep into his throat, chasing the sound and Hank pulls Gavin’s hips flush against his own. The next two dozen snaps are pointed and so perfect they turn his legs to jelly. 

"Daddy-” he whimpers, resting his forehead against Connor’s while he attempts to catch his breath through the powerful thrusts. “Please."

Hank’s hand comes down on his ass cheek hard and the sound echoes perfectly off the walls. 

“Again,” Gavin groans. Hank delivers another slap as hard as the first one. Gavin’s cock spits more fluid into Nines’ hand. "Fuck, again." Gavin is sobbing. His prostate is under repeated abuse and every thrust of Hank’s cock is so much to take he feels delirious on pleasure. Connor swallows down his every moan, biting into his neck when he wants to hear him cry and Gavin loves the feeling of being strung out on them.  

"Getting close already baby," Hank chuckles knowingly and Gavin doesn’t have an ounce of energy left to feel shame. 

"Pleaaase," Gavin begs, because the ache in his core is driving him feral. He needs it. Nines has finally stopped touching his dick but it doesn't matter, he’s gonna cum no matter what. 

"Get up then, I don't think Nines or Connor can see how wet your cock is."

Gavin doesn't have time to think of a retort because he's being pulled up against Hank’s chest that next minute. The new position allows the final few inches to slip in and break Gavin's brain. 

"Ph-ck, oh god, yes, Daddy-” Gavin whimpers, quieter than a whisper. 

“There you go,” Hank praises before taking Gavin’s cock into his hand, “you boys see that?”  

"Sloppy mess, as per usual," Nines agrees and Gavin thrashes as that degradation sends a powerful wave of arousal down his spine.  

"He's absolutely gorgeous," Connor whispers. His eyes are still on Gavin, taking in every inch of his exposed and vulnerable form and making Gavin feel all kinds of ways. 

"Hear that Sweetheart?" Hank praises, and Gavin is too lust-drunk to do anything but feel and whine. 

"Can I- come on, please-"

"Yeah baby, go ahead, let us see you.”

Gavin whines as his long overdue orgasm punches out of him, rocketing his body down and then immediately away from the enormous cock inside him. It hurts to be full, but he doesn't want to be empty either. Where he stopped and where Hank’s holding him is perfect. 

Nines and Connor’s eyes haven’t left his cock which is pumping white all over his stomach and the carpet below. He wants to stay here forever. It aches in his balls just the way he likes. Relaxes his muscles and releases so much tension. Clears his mind, and makes him feel light, high, and floaty. 

Until Hank starts thrusting again and Gavin desperately needs a break. Just for a second. 

“Hank,” Gavin whines, because his prostate is so sensitive. 

“I got ya baby, don’t worry.” 

Hank pulls out slow, kissing down the back of Gavin’s neck because knows his body and his sounds better than anyone.

“Thank you,” he gasps, and he’s melting right back into that warm floaty place.  

“Course,” Hank chuckles warmly, “can’t break our fuck toy before the twins even get a full turn with ya.”

“Phck,” Gavin gasps, more cum dribbles out of the sensitive tip of his spent cock and he barely has the energy to moan. He wants it though. Even if it’ll wipe him out for the next two days, he wants it. 

Nines and Connor each return to his side. Connor hands him a glass of water and he’s so grateful he could cry. 

⭕

When they get back at it again, Hank elects to watch the next round from his armchair. Gavin is in the center of their Cali king mattress, naked on his knees with his arms behind his back. They’ve caged his cock, because Gavin doesn't want to cum again just yet. 

Nines and Connor are standing at the foot of the bed. They haven’t started touching him yet either, which is as agonizingly frustrating as it is intimidating. Probably because they just kept looking at him, obviously communicating telepathically because both of their LEDs were flashing. 

It’s been like this for a while, not even Hank is putting up a fuss about the lack of action. Gavin begins to wonder just how long they have been planning this. 

When something in Connor’s eyes changes and he flushes blue Gavin starts to squirm under the gaze. It moves the plug in his ass, lining it up a little better with his still-sensitive prostate. He moans before doing it again. 

Evidently, that's enough of a rule break to receive the wrath of Nines' glacial stare.

“Didn't say you could move slut. Flip over, onto your stomach. Now.”

Gavin tries to hold back his pleased grin as he does what Nines instructs. He didn't hate getting punished, it was so much better than not being touched at all. 

When Gavin is comfortable on his stomach, Nines grabs his hips and pulls him backward, until his legs fall over the edge of the mattress.  

“You’ll appreciate the angle better,” Nines explains and Gavin is sure he’s right. His fingers then move between Gavin’s ass cheeks, finding the plug and pulling it free. Some of Hank’s release came out with it and dripped down Gavin’s caged balls. Hank and Connor both gasped their appreciation.

“Phck,” Gavin pants and Nines chuckles before slipping two fingers inside him.  

“Feeling impatient?”

“What do you think?” Gavin sasses and Nines pulls his fingers out. Gavin is pushing back to try and follow them but Nines’ steel grip on his hip has him halted in place. Pleasure burns hot in his gut. “Please, Sir, please fuck me?”

“Yes. but I’m not gonna cum inside you.”

“What? Why not?” Gavin whined, surprising everyone but Nines. 

Nines spanks him hard, harder than Hank and it has Gavin bucking against the mattress just from sheer force. The sting that follows is blissful, and Gavin relaxes onto his chest. “‘Sorry Sir,” he hums and Nines smiles. Though he can't see it from this angle.

“Because I’m going to paint you with it instead.”

That has Gavin groaning along with the full-body shudder the suggestion caused. Evidently Hank had let the twins in on that particular kink of his. He’d be mad, if it didn't make him so phcking hot to imagine it. 

“Is that alright?” Nines asks and Gavin realizes he didn't speak.

“Phck yeah,” Gavin pants.

“Sir please…” Gavin begs again for who knows how many times now. Nines and Connor have been edging him for close to an hour now. His cock is still trapped in the cage and the floor below is puddling with Gavin’s precum. 

Nines and Connor’s matched assaults with their cocks paired with Hank’s filthy praises have brought him to the absolute edge but never over and it's killing him. Gavin’s been reduced to a shaking, whimpering, pathetic pile, just begging to be destroyed and they still won’t do it. 

“What was that Gavin? Did you say something?” Nines asks cheekily, pulling Gavin’s hips down, the tip of the android's cock pressed against Gavin’s prostate which throbs it's so sore now.  

“Sir, Connor, please.”

“What do you need Gavin?” Connor asks, voice so much gentler than his younger, meaner brothers. 

“Cum on me, and then let me cum for you. Please, I can’t take any more.”

“Hmm, I suppose you have suffered enough,” Nines chuckles. 

Connor’s hand leads Gavin’s mouth back onto his cock while Nines' hands are busy between Gavin’s legs. He hears the blissful sounds of the lock tumblers and then the cage is falling free. 

“Thank you, phck, thank you,” Gavin pulls off to gasp, because his dick is quickly filling, and Nines has him flipped over, back onto the center of the mattress. 

“Hank, did you still want to record this?” Connor asks Hank and Gavin feels another pull of arousal in his gut. 

“Better hurry,” Gavin warns and is rewarded with the first taste of Nines' orgasm on his tongue. It tasted like nothing, well not nothing, he tasted like flavorless, water-based lube. With every pump of Nines’ hand, Gavin is coated with a warm slick release. Every drop that landed on his cock has him bucking up, eager to cum. Too eager actually. “Phck,” Gavin pants, gripping the base of his cock to keep the orgasm back. Connor still had his turn to take after all. 

The brunette in question gained his attention now. He straddled Gavin and the detective was excited for the up close and personal view. 

“Pump it,” Connor orders and Gavin drops his own cock in favor of mono-focusing on Connors. He loves watching Connor cum. Loves how expressive his dumb, pretty face is when he’s toppling over the edge into oblivion. 

Connor’s eyebrows bunch together, signaling he is about to shoot and the words are falling out of Gavin’s mouth before he can stop them. 

“Mark your claim Con.”

Connor’s head falls back and his cock is still in Gavin’s hand. Cum is spurting across Gavin’s chest, under his chin, and pooling around the base of his cock, making everything so much wetter. Gavin is surprised he hasn’t cum yet. 

When Connor finally recovers from his orgasm, he’s moving. Not far, just enough to line up his hole with Gavin’s cock and sit on it.  

“Phck!” Gavin curses.

“Say my name, I love when you beg it,” Connor groans, tightening around his cock and rocking against him. 

Gavin chokes on his gasp, he thrusts into Connor hard. These androids drove him fuckin’ crazy.

“Connor,” he says, cock near bursting. 

“Yes Detective?” Connor chuckles, hot, wet, and secret in his ear and that's it. Gavin can’t hold back anymore. 

“Connor, phck, phck-” he’s cumming. Hard because he’s been edged for so damn long. Because each of them has thoroughly scratched each of his kinks. His hips thrust up against Connor’s ass as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. Connor pulled him forward until he could kiss him. Gavin kisses him back.

⭕

“So, how did you like your birthday gift?” Connor asked. 

Gavin turned to where the Android was currently curled up against him post-sex and smirked. Nines was on his opposite side. Hank was snoring behind Connor, his arm draped across the android's hip and hand interlocked with Gavin’s. Gavin didn't blame Hank for passing out, nor was he mad. He was seconds away from falling asleep himself. Gavin nods to answer Connor’s question.  

“Easily, best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Nines hums pleasantly whereas Connor smiles like Gavin hung the fucking moon. 

“Really?”

Gavin nods. 

“Yeah Tin Man, really.”

[vintageseawitch]

to those leftists who are "uncommitted" or will vote third party: what exactly is your alternative? you know goddamn well your "protest" vote isn't gonna change shit & may help trump win. you scoff & claim that "OBVIOUSLY i don't want trump to win 🙄" but you're working harder to make sure Harris loses than he does.

i can't get over how y'all know "so much" about far left theory... but you know jack shit about how the American government works. you already act like the president is a monarch. i NEVER hear y'all talk about how important local & state voting is because most of you spew the bullshit that is "my vote doesn't matter."

the extremist Republicans have been playing a long fucking game. a few genocides will happen on our own soil if they gain all the power they want - that of immigrants, specifically brown people, & LGBTQIA. they will destroy them & anyone who wants to help them. this has been a long game because they can count on their voters actually participating in every election & mostly old people are the ones doing the voting.

we all complain about old people being selfish, how "they had theirs & will work to make sure younger generations don't." young people however are NOTORIOUS for not showing up at the polls. where the fuck are you leftists complaining about all the horrible bad things? y'all almost act like shocked Pikachu faces when piece of shit politicians get power then do horrible things. WHY AREN'T YOU ADVOCATING FOR LOCAL POLITICIANS.

if anything, Republicans live more in the real world than leftists who want their precious, magical, instantly-fix-everything revolution. Republicans have been patiently playing a long game & it's been WORKING. leftists get mad that changes they want don't happen instantly so they just give up on the system altogether. y'all want politicians to check ALL of your goddamn boxes or they get no help from you.

your protest vote in this election is selfish. you're not being smart about this. for fuck's sake, you're not marrying Harris, you're thinking of the long game. we need to work hard to make sure trump loses. the likes of jill stein, who is also a traitor, will not save us. she will hand us over to Russia on a platter. you want the US to collapse? you are so fucking foolish that you not only remain ignorant of how our government works but also geopolitics & all the delicate nuance. YES, the United States is fucked up, but world leaders are more nervous about a trump second term than not. HE FREED THE FUCKING TALIBAN.

you think things will be the same as ever? you're as bad as MAGA. you want us all to fail & all it will cost is LGBTQIA folks, immigrants (including those who have been here for decades), any woman who needs some kind of abortion care to save her life, children as more get gunned down, the elderly & disabled & anyone else who qualifies for social security & Medicare, veterans, indigenous folks, the environment since they don't believe in climate change WHICH AFFECTS THE ENTIRE DAMN PLANET, etc. but at least you're conscience will be clear.

please be smarter than Republicans & think this through. in another election in 1995 in Isreal a protest vote occurred & as a result netanyahu won by LESS THAN A WHOLE PERCENT. they were protesting AGAINST him. your "principles" could aid in harming us all. "they should have chosen a better candidate" our system led us to either choosing Harris or trump. for now it sucks but one of them will govern us. if you're so unsure then you might as well look forward to trump winning. he's not long for this world so jd fucking vance will be president instead. he's much younger & more evil, horrible, & psychotic. THINK ABOUT THE LONG GAME. vote locally & at state level, not just during thr general election. y'all don't sound smart to me; you sound prideful & short-sighted.

[titleknown]

I will say, wrt the electoralism-discourse, while I deeply understand the desire to punish the Dems for their active support of Israel's monstrous actions and make them fly right, witholding your vote's not really gonna do much.

Like, "witholding votes to push them left" has basically never worked, if anything they always go farther right after a loss due to the Skeksis running the party only holding to "It's the principle of the thing" whenever if fucks over their base, themselves, or basically anyone who's not a far-right fascist republican.

And while the current emerging idea of "playing chicken with the prez until they cave" is more solid than I usually see, it probably needs to get way more organized way more quickly, and even then it's risky as hell...

...But, that all being said, there is a way we can actually organize to hold their feet to the fire, perhaps even transcend them (Though I think it will take decades of work/changes to voting laws to get there).

The Democratic Socialists of America is one of the biggest leftist orgs in the US, getting bigger by the day, and if you want to create a force to counterveil the shitty center-Dems power by both electoral and non-electoral means, they're the ones to join.

Their dues are reasonable (They even have a tier for low-income folks), the local chapters across the US are doing a lot of good work you can get involved in now, if you're looking for a way to try and build an org to fix things, here you go.

So, on the voting question, my answer would be, either way, join the DSA.

[junkiepunkie]

Harry Potter era Wolfstar fic excerpt.

Hey peeps, this is half a chapters worth of my Wolfstar fic for your consideration. For context this chapter is centered around the moment the Dementors attack Harry and co on the Hogwarts Express...

September 1st, 1993.

The Hogwarts express was a fascinating thing. Too large and ominously lit to be comforting, and yet it held so many comfortable memories. Remus stepped on and welcomed the escape from the bitter cold outside. It was too early for the sun to have touched anything but the hills in Scotland. He had decided to arrive at platform nine and three quarters a couple hours before even the most eager families would, 3:30am to be exact. He'd done this in his first year, been the first on the train and fallen asleep for most of the journey, and woken up to a pile of chocolate frog containers stacked on his head by a certain James potter and some slap-happy second years who'd caught onto his game halfway through. Remus beamed at the memory as it flooded him. He walked down the carriages, drumming his fingers over each and every door, stopping at the third from the end. His compartment had always been this one, the one that he swore just had better seats and a nicer handle. He slipped in, hauled his suitcase up into the storage shelf, and slid down to the window-hogging section of the blue-green backwards facing seat. 

His breath caught as he noticed the burn mark near the corner of the window. Marlene and Dorcas had a fascination with lighters in their fifth year, and had stupidly trusted Sirius to hold one while they "changed into their robes" (made out violently). God, Remus couldn't believe he was back on this train, after all these years of denying he had ever had magic, denying he had ever known his best friends. It was for Harry, he reminded himself, he had to keep Harry safe. He pulled his robe up over his head, tucking himself into it as much as possible. He ought to get some sleep in him before the train was flooded with teenagers. It was only a second before he drifted off he remembered his Walkman and headphones and discreetly slipped them on, hidden entirely by his cloak. He pressed play -already in the clutches of sleep- to a mixtape of 'oldies' rock. Moments later he was drifting off to the sweet sounds of Marc Bolan and his revolution.

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September 1st, 1971.

Remus was jolted awake by an eruption of laughter and a gentle shower of items on his head. He sat bolt upright without hesitation.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded as a swarm of kids in long robes and perfectly white shirts laughing came into focus.

At his tone alone most of the mob scattered, only the youngest looking few stayed, two of them sitting and one standing coolly in the doorway. Remus' eyes trained themselves on the least scared looking of the mob, a skinny short-ish boy with an unkempt yet somehow cool mop of black curls, round glasses, and a red and gold tie -that clearly wasn't his- on his head. 

"hey, hey, it's all in good fun mate!" the boy spoke with a middle-class London twang "it's just... right, to be fair you did fall asleep on a ten hour train ride full of teenagers."

Remus averted his gaze to the stack of items that had fallen off his head when he woke. He huffed with relief as he realised it was just empty sweets containers.

"oh. ehh... Sorry?" he offered with a laugh "you know you really shouldn't mess with strangers. I almost fucking beat you up."

The Londoner laughed, revealing dimples that seemed somewhat extra pronounced as the sun hit his light brown skin. The boy standing to the side -the one with hair like Remus' but a grin like the devils- also chuckled, but the boy directly across from him, the most chubby of the group, who's hair was chestnut and poker straight, looked scared out his wits. The Londoner noticed this and put a hand on the boys shoulder.

"You're all good Pete, he's not actually gonna punch you." he reached out his hand "i'm James potter, and this cutie is Peter Pettigrew, he's not great with confrontation."

Remus grinned, shaking James' hand firmly "noted. I'm Remus. Remus Lupin."

James smirked "well, Remus, I took the initiative to get you a couple of sweets. Didn't know what you'd like so i just got a little of everything."

He pointed to a small pile next to peter, who had now loosened up and began smiling. Remus looked in awe at the collection. 

"fuck off! How much do I owe you? cause i don't have much on me but i'll pay it back I-"

James chucked a chocolate frog at his head "don't be stupid! It's just sweets, you're not paying me anything."

Remus went to object but found himself physically unable to open his mouth, naturally he started to panic. He flailed for a few seconds before his mouth finally burst open. He gulped in the air around him like a mad man.

"Potter's rich. Don't give him a sickle." The boy -who Remus now knew from his accent was at least partly Scottish- at the door stated, his wand in his hands.

Remus stared at him wide eyed.

"what did you just do to me?!" he exclaimed "who are you??"

"what do you mean, it's just a charm- ohhh... muggleborn?"

Remus scoffed "not exactly."

"what do you mean not exactly."

"Barty-" James started

Remus shook his head. "nah, I get it. I'd want to know what that meant too. Dad's a wizard apparently but he didn't tell us, and my mums not, but also she's dead so, its not like that bit matters."

There was a moment of silence amongst the carriage before Barty spoke up again.

"right. well, sorry I brought it up. Erm... you know I hate to do this James but you know my dad and, since he might as well be a mud- a muggleborn, I'll be off." He began to walk off but then turned on his heel for a moment. "hey, scars!"

Remus groaned. A fabulous first nickname. "mmhm"

"if anyone gives you trouble the spell is Oscausi. Just point the wand at their face, and, well, you know what it does now I guess."

Remus nodded with a certain respect. He didn't know why Barty couldn't talk to him because of his heritage but he knew that the guy was alright. He watched as the Scot walked away, almost shoulder barging a smaller, long haired kid. Remus hadn't yet placed the gender,

"Black." Barty acknowledged.

"Crouch." the kid echoed, looking like they was about to fill the space Barty had left vacant, maybe even sit beside Remus. Barty put his hand out.

"A half-blood and a Potter. Your mother's still watching through the window."

The kid rolled his eyes. "and the day I find a toss to give about that birthgiving leech, i'll thank you for the heads up. Move."

Barty did as he was told and sauntered off quickly. "your funeral!"

The kid, on closer inspection, looked to be a boy. His dark wavy hair just scraped their shoulders, and his loose sleeved shirt and elegant black robes just screamed money. This kid was rich with a capital rich, but -Remus thought- he did look kind.

"Can I sit there?" he asked voice dripping with wealth, looking Remus in the eye. Wow. Remus hadn't seen eyes like that before, they were a greyish-blue but so light, yet deep. Like they were layered. The image Remus conjured in his brain for them was origami, so delicate and truthful. He nodded dumbly.

The posh kid smiled broadly. "good. I'm Sirius- ( Re d light. Screaming. Remus felt it like a bone in his cheek cracking.)  Black. And you are..."

(1996. "You were going to let him kill Snape, Padfoot! What was I meant to do!")

"Remus... Lupin. Remus Lupin."

"Cool name Lupin- ( LOONY LUPIN'S A WEREWOL-

"so, what house do you think..."

"Remus. I'm so sorry... it's the Potters. Sirius he-"

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Remus almost threw up as he jumped out of his chair, noting only for a quarter of a second, a boy who he almost swore was James Potter. Harry, he figured, the blast from the past not helping his current situation of having his trauma unmasked.

"none of us are hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go." 

It hurt to say that name.

The Dementor stayed where it was He took a deep breath and pointed his wand, picturing James' house on Christmas, and all the laughter surrounding the tree.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" 

[muffinrecord]

What translations are you looking forward to, as of now?

Excellent question! Let's see... Oh I'm counting "translated" and "recorded" as the same for this.

Main Story stuff

I'm really looking forward to the last parts for Puella Historia. I wanna know how it all ends!

I forgot which chapter it is but I REALLY want to see the main story part where Juri + Yuna raise Ao as a baby asf;laskfoa

I also never read the event doc for Toyo's thing, so I'm excited to see that. People seem to have positive feelings on it

Event story stuff

I've been looking forward to the Swimsuit Mami event cause Mami content! Apparently it also has aliens in it? Which is... kinda weird. But I guess Kyubey is an alien, so....

I'm really curious about Only Dreamers (Kushu release) because her MGS totally made me interested in her character, and it looks like it has Ikumi and Yukika in it? Whom I love.

Ashen Revolution looks to be pretty good but it's stuck in review hell right now I think.

Akari's event looks interesting and kind of classical mahou shoujo (oh no my love interest is in love with my cooler adult magical girl self!) so the premise is interesting. Hotaru is also in it and I'm really fond of her.

RAINBOW COLORED SUMMER looks fucking FANTASTIC.

Magical Girl Stories stuff

Yukika-- I like her and I'm curious as to what her mgs is about.

Swimsuit Mami-- as mentioned above, gotta have that mami content. The only thing I hesitate on is if it involves Nagisa somehow 'cause I don't really enjoy their dynamic (I maintain that mami needs an older friend who lets mami be a kid, not a stupid baby character). (I don't hate Nagisa, I liked her in her Wish event)

Konoha & Hazuki-- I liked their event waaaay more than I expected and tbh the Azaleas feel super nostalgic to me; it's going to be a treat when their mgs is recorded!

Asahi-- I barely know anything about her so I'd love to get to know her better

Perenelle-- tbh her character doesn't interest me too much but the idea of a wandering hundreds-years-old magical girl who is aloof and may or may not help out other magical girls is very appealing to me. I'd love a spinoff just on that concept alone-- a woman who has seen it all and stays the same no matter how much history changes.

Mikoto-- I'm not sure what her magical girl story is about, but I'm hoping that it's about her pre-witch. She seems super fascinating

Heruka-- she captured my heart and I wanna know more about her. Her event was my favorite PH! Although apparently it was also the hardest one to translate, so I'm not gonna hold my breath on it

Amaryllis-- she's a dear and I'm excited

Historia Yachiyo-- gotta see what the star^2 girl is all about.

Quotes Stuff

actually I was gonna write here but god that list would be so fucking long, this would be unreadable. hmmm but some highlights would include:

Anime Mami

Matsuri Hinata

Seira Mihono (all the theater girls really)

Rui Mizuki

Swimsuit Mami

Tsuruno & Felicia (Delivery)

Nayuta Satomi

Anime Tsuruno

Rabi Himuro (and her kimochi ver)

Darkness Kanagi and Mitama

Chizuru

Olga

Heruka

Masara & Kokoro

Amaryllis

Historia Yachiyo

Devil Homura

I promise that this is just the highlights, I wanted to include so many more

Thanks for the question! This was fun to look through.

ALSO just to make sure: no rush to the translators, reviewers, or JSONers!

[animmortalist]

my fics masterlist

Here is a masterlist of all of my fics sorted by fandom. This will be updated as fics are posted and updated. Here is the link to my ao3 profile.

the sea is a good place (to think of the future): complete ship: bellarke

Private Clarke Griffin was presumed dead in the act of saving her squad during their deployment in war-torn Azgeda. For six years and seven days, Bellamy believed he’d lost her, never saying how he truly felt about her. But then, a miracle. Bellamy discovers that Clarke’s alive, and coming home, and she’s not alone. But six years in captivity is a long time, and there’s so much for the both of them to confront. It will take everything they have to do it, but there’s hope. There’s the possibility for them to heal. And hopefully not only that, but to heal together.

my sky's not blue, it's violent rain: complete ship: bellarke

Bellamy's a spy for Mt. Weather, damning his soul in exchange for keeping Octavia alive. Then his latest assignment to infiltrate Griffin's Laboratories and get close to one Clarke Griffin changes everything. Suddenly, he doesn't have just one person he'd do anything to protect. If only she didn't hate him once she discovers the truth about him. To his utmost surprise though, she agrees to work with him to save his sister and bring down Mt. Weather. Betrayal might keep Bellamy and Clarke apart, but regardless of the lies and whirlwind of emotions, if they're going to succeed, they're in this together.

need you like water in my lungs: complete ship: bellarke

Years after Clarke left Bellamy heartbroken, they reunite in the worst of ways. They're a ship out to sea in a brewing storm, and while they both know this only ends in disaster, there's no way in hell either one of them is going to stop it.

Rock Bottom: wip ship: bellarke & murven

Echo and Bellamy get engaged, and it sets off a series of events Clarke could never predict. One moment, she’s sobbing about her supposed unrequited love for Bellamy, and the next, she and Murphy are kissing. It turns out while she’s been pining, so has Murphy, for Raven. The two decide if they’re gonna be heartbroken, then they might as well rely on one another at the same time. In a move that will impact the entire group in unexpected, drama-filled, and wild ways, the two decide, “fuck it,” and become friends with benefits. After all, what’s the worst that can happen? As it turns out, a lot.

Send Me on My Way: wip ship: bellarke & murven

Clarke and Raven despise Bellamy and Murphy in college. But that doesn’t stop them from sleeping with them when a party plus a round of Dance Dance Revolution leads to a whole lot more. 12 years later, Raven and Clarke are raising their daughters, Robin and Madi. They hope to keep the secret forever, and have accepted being alone in return. Of course, their kids, and fate, have other ideas.

Brokenness is a Form of Art: wip ship: bellarke & murven

An impulse. A prayer. A hope. Bellamy stays behind with Clarke as Praimfaya hits. And everything that happens after.

I Got You Babe: wip ship: bellarke & memori

Reports are coming in that The Primes have struck again, leaving yet another vault empty and a security team utterly confused as to how it happened. More to come in the latest development on the now ten year spree of robberies in Arkadia. Will The Primes ever be caught? Or will their reign continue for yet another year? John Murphy and Bellamy Blake, private investigators, and self-proclaimed badasses, figure the case of The Primes will lead to a key to the city or another award to put on their shelves. They count on their tact ability to root out criminals and best kept secrets. What that they don't count on are Emori Woodhouse and Clarke Griffin, tenacious investigative journalists who've been working the case for five years. They're not about to just let a couple of outsiders handle things, given their own personal ties to it. A disastrous first meeting sparks a game of wit and skill with a side of immature shenanigans. Then, the stakes are raised, and it's not just money on the line, but lives of innocents. They're forced to put aside their differences if they're going to even have a chance at solving this damn case. Once and for all.

It's All Happening: wip ship: bellarke

Bellamy Blake's dedicated to his sobriety and wife Gina. Clarke Griffin's dedicated to her next high and teetering on the edge of collapse. What they share is an all-encompassing love of music. As Clarke Griffin and The Six, they, along with Octavia, Harper, Monty, Murphy, and Miller, become legends. Against the glittering backdrop of the 1970s, the band will learn what being a rock god truly entails, and what happens when you find your soulmate at the exact wrong time.

Comeback Kids: wip ship: clurphy

Bellamy dies, and Clarke isn't sure how she's meant to make it in a world without her soulmate. Just as she and his best friend, Murphy, lose their grip on Bellamy, he starts appearing to them as a ghost. Clarke thinks there's no life for her without Bellamy, but Murphy's intent on showing her that it's still worth living, even amongst the pain. He helps Clarke heal and have hope once more, all while talking to his dead friend, convincing him that they'll survive. Though he knows neither one of them will ever be whole again, he thinks things might be okay, one day. If only he and Clarke didn't fall in love, like proper idiots.

devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes: bellarke & josibriel: oneshot

first the parent-teacher association, then the world: memori: oneshot

i'll stop the world and melt with you: bellarke: oneshot

For the History Books: bellarke: oneshot

the art of imprinting on "platonic" soulmates: bellarke: oneshot

got a lucky one: bellarke: oneshot

Walking with a Ghost: bellarke: oneshot

get punched for the love club: murphamy: oneshot

Body Talk: bellarke: oneshot

we were something, don't you think so?: bellarke, memori, clurphy: oneshot

In the Daylight: clurphy: oneshot

Gotta Wait for You Baby: bellarke: oneshot

the most i could give you is nothing at all: bellarke: oneshot

Your Needs, My Needs: complete ship: daisybilly

Six years after that fateful show in Chicago, Ellemar Records calls in on the band's unfulfilled contracts, forcing Daisy, Billy and the rest of the band to grapple with their past and present. But it also might be able to help them save their futures. It's 1983, and Daisy Jones and The Six aren't done just yet.

would it be better if our love wasn't defined by our art?: complete ship: daisybilly

Daisy finds her hope and belief in love and life in October of 1977. Five years later, Billy struggles to cling onto his own. When they reunite at Warren’s wedding in the summer of 1982, both of their lives change forever all over again.

Living Proof: wip ship: daisybilly

Daisy’s life is almost perfect, right up until the moment it isn’t. When her childhood best friend, and burgeoning rockstar husband, Graham gets cancer, everything falls apart. The only person who understands what she’s going through is Billy, even though they’ve never liked one another. And then, because her world isn’t broken enough, she and Billy do something unforgivable. They fall in love.

All This and Heaven Too: wip ship: daisybilly

Daisy and Billy don’t leave the band after Chicago. Instead, The AURORA world-tour continues with a newly sober Daisy, and a Billy who’s spiraling further and further out of control. Leaving is easy. It turns out that staying is the hard thing.

this modern love (it kills me): wip ship: daisyeddie

In which Daisy doesn't leave the band after that night in Chicago, might just find peace, and somehow...Falls in love.

Hungry All the Time: wip ship: daisybilly

Twenty years after Chicago, Billy knocks and Daisy answers. But nothing is ever that simple for them. For I feel my only crime is being hungry all the time In every possible definition of that word

You've Haunted Me All My Life: daisybilly: oneshot

Don't Leave Me Here Alone: daisybilly: oneshot

I Never Was the Best to You: daisybilly: oneshot

Like a Full on Rainstorm: daisybilly: oneshot

Just What I Needed: daisybilly: oneshot

Would I Have You in My Dreams Tonite?: daisybilly: oneshot

stone me, stone me, stone but i love her still: daisybilly: oneshot

it feels good to be known so well: daisybilly: oneshot

and i will hold on to you: daisybilly: oneshot

This Godforsaken Mess: complete ship: chenford

When world-renowned actress Lucy Chen and small-town bookstore owner Tim Bradford fall backwards into an affair, they both wish desperately they could let the other go. But they can't. Not when they're falling, no matter how reluctantly, in hopeless, all-encompassing, love.

in the middle of the night (when i'm in this dream): wip ship: chenford

When the dam finally breaks between Lucy and Tim, she thinks it’s the start of something. And she’s right. Just not in the way she first thought. Because Ashley seeks to get back together with Tim by proposing. And then, too late to take back telling him to say yes, Lucy finds out she’s pregnant. The whole situation is doomed from the start, but somehow, they just might beat the odds, and be something neither one of them could’ve seen coming: A family.

glue me in the arms of she who loves me: wip ship: chenford

Lucy and Tim’s relationship falls to pieces on a Wednesday. It burns up until it's ash. As if it was never alive in the first place. Neither one of them believe there is any coming back from this. That their story is a tragic one. But there just might be a chance. One that they’ll have to fight tooth and nail for, but it exists. It will take everything they have, but they might be able to save themselves, save each other and bring their love back to life.

I Just Wanna Be Held in a Particular Way: chenford: oneshot

As a Blonde: chenford: oneshot

Have You in a Secret Life: chenford: oneshot

Such an Old-Fashioned Word: wip ship: devil's minion

Enter stage right: Armand, last name unknown. The mysterious Broadway director fresh off sweeping the Tonys, and who’s intent on adapting the musical genius of the rock band, Dark Gift, into a new musical. On stage left: Daniel Molloy, frontman for the long-disbanded and yet beloved Dark Gift. He’s here to make sure Armand doesn’t ruin his legacy, well, that and the free drinks. If they’re drawn to the other for completely different reasons, some of which might live only in the past, so be it.

*note: I am no longer writing for this fandom

lay all your love on me: buddie: oneshot

i keep these longings locked: buddie: oneshot

Who Am I to Complain?: wip ship: nace

Nancy and Ace haven't spoken or seen each other in nearly five years, but when Nancy's forced to return to Horseshoe Bay, she must reckon with what, and who, she left behind. She's nothing short of a disaster, and to her anguish, Ace isn't faring much better. And even if she still loves him, still feels an undeniable pull toward him, she knows they can't. For so many reasons, but the most important one is what they lost. Who they lost. Only there's no staying away. Not for Nancy. Not for Ace. Their love may be hopeless, but Nancy and Ace aren't new to that. If anything, it makes them daring to try all that more tempting. If only there was a curse to break or a wraith to defeat. Instead, there's just the two of them, trying, together.

it may not be much (but we do what we can): wip ship: nace

Nancy expects a lot of things when she links her soul to a demon in order to save her friends' lives. What she doesn’t expect is for him to be so…Himself. And for her to fall in love with said demon.

Your Tapestry That I Shred: nace: oneshot

*note: I am no longer writing for this fandom

you're just like a dream: upstead: oneshot

ttyl: upstead: oneshot

Sugar, We're Goin' Down Swinging: wip ship: kanej, helnik, wesper

The Crows were the biggest post-punk band of the late 90s. They toured stadiums and cities around the world. Then, at the height of their fame, they broke apart, the members vowing to never see one another again. It's been five years since then, and Kaz tells himself he doesn't miss the fame or the music. More than that, that he doesn't miss Inej. But when Nina bursts back into his life with the prospect of one final tour, a revival to rescue them all from their debts and demons, Kaz finds himself unable to refuse. It's a disaster waiting to happen, but since when have the six of them walked away from that?

I Believe in Us: kanej: oneshot

[peninkwrites]

trick or treat!!

Oh do I have a treat for you!! (maybe idk)

This is a bunch of snippets from a fic I started and never finished way back in. idk, December 2020?? January 2021?? Long time ago lmao. It was basically gonna be a fic about Tommy torturing Connor and the aftermath of that working title "Violence for Violence's Sake is the Rule of Beasts." you know. from the tumblr post abt a dream someone had about obama? yeah. working title bc i couldn't decide if it was silly or not lmao.

(this is quite a bit so it's goin under a read more wahoo)

“What do we do with him?” Tommy looked to Techno for guidance, for instruction.  That was different too.  Tommy always had a plan, one he would run into without hesitation. “I think we’re gonna have to take him with us.” Perhaps even worse, Tommy’s one hesitation hadn’t been concern for Connor, for the damage he might cause, but instead he worried about what Dream might think.  Technoblade wasn’t worried, exactly. It was more so just an observation. A curious thing to show just how much Tommy had changed.  Tommy wasn’t free of blame or violence before all of this, he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, to prank and threaten and go perhaps too far, but this was something different. Connor was inconsolable, utterly at a loss for how he got into these circumstances, to the point that he didn’t even try and run away anymore.  He could only plead for mercy.  “Don’t hurt me– I-I don’t want to die!” “You’re not gonna die, Connor. Come with us and we won’t kill you,” Tommy all calming and kind. Techno can see it in his eyes, Tommy reveling in the power that came with showing mercy because he knows he can take it away, because he knows Connor is entirely in his hands. It wasn’t just the physical torture, it was the humiliation. It was the cruel demands, the dragging Connor along by a rope, treating him like something less than human.  That was enough to make Techno hesitate. He got over it, perhaps a little too easily. Tommy forces Connor into the pit thinking about Dream’s calm words “how about you get in the hole, Tommy?” -The hypocrisy of Tommy calling Tubbo a monster -Later- “we didn’t go too far, did we?” If Technoblade were anyone else he would’ve intervened more harshly right then. But he wasn’t. And Techno didn’t see the problem with what they were doing. Techno could maybe understand Connor.  He was all but a stranger to Tommy, a stranger who was living in his old house. That dissonance explained Tommy’s lack of empathy to an extent, but Fundy?  Fundy was an old friend, an ally in the first revolution, one of the people who was angered by Tommy’s exile, and yet Tommy showed no mercy.

Techno realizes the problem isn’t what they’re doing, it’s the fact that Tommy is the one doing this. It’s just not him. And his reasons are clearly warped. “You’re pushing somewhere I don’t think you want to go, Tommy.” “Is that so?” Tommy snapped.  “You’re the one who said nothing good happens to heroes, so, guess I decided I’m not gonna be the hero anymore,” he froze, different words coming to mind, let’s be the bad guys.  “Not like it matters.” “You’re becoming like Dream” Tommy snaps, gets in his face “shut the fuck up you don’t know anything about me how dare you say that-“ “How did it feel? When you told Connor things would be okay as long as he obeyed you?” “What?” “Because I don’t think you were concerned.  I don’t think you were trying to make him feel better. How’d that feel, Tommy? That rush of power? Did you feel like you were in control?” “What if I say it did, huh?!  What then?” Tommy dares him to keep arguing, even as he looks terrified, like he expects Techno to retaliate with something worse. "Means there's probably something wrong with you. Maybe Dream did something to your head worse than... than you calling him your friend." Tommy looks crestfallen. "Don't say that. Please. Please, don't say that to me."

[novaauster]

Three-Dimensional Characters

I did it. I’ve cracked the code.

I figured out what dimensions (or graph axes) people are talking about when they say “three-dimensional characters”. It’s “what they know about themself”, “what they don’t know about themself”, “what they show to others” and “what they don’t show to others”.

Like this!

So, for example, let’s take Katniss Everdeen. Fantastic character, iconic book series. What does she know about herself? That she loves her sister and would do anything for her. That’s the opening knowledge of the book, everything hinges on it. That makes her an active character, because she has this core of belief about herself. 

She shows that she’s angry at the Capitol. It’s imminently important to her that she do so, it makes her feel like she has personhood in a system that’s trying to strip it away. She fights and fights some more, and does not make compromises.

Of course, she doesn’t know that her anger at what is being done to her and her sister, while completely justified and probably her only available coping mechanism, actively harms her chances of survival. Like, a lot. She cannot play along, she cannot make allies (except for Peeta, who puts up with a lot because he knows she can fight better than he can), and thus she is a pretty bad leader. Even so, she makes do and starts a revolution anyway, because most people are just as angry as her.

And, finally, she doesn’t show (to other characters, not to the reader) that she’s terrified. She and her entire home district are in mortal peril, and she’s like sixteen. She doesn’t know how to protect Prim besides fight for her, and she fights so hard and so uncompromisingly that she gets in her own way. It’s an internal conflict and it makes her seem three-dimensional and very human.

These four things are kept in mind in every scene, and get specific based on each circumstance (and they’re a sliding scale too, especially on the “show” axis, she obviously trusts some people more than others). They even change over time somewhat, because she’s a dynamic character. So, yeah.

I’m gonna do the same thing for the characters I’m writing rn under the cut

Keshiro from Empty And Become Wind! He’s so fun and silly and goofy. He knows that nothing can get in the way of his duty as a Raqkesh, and he doesn’t know how to treat his own personhood, outside of his duty, with his charges. He shows that he’s kind of a funny bitch, if someone can’t understand some aspect of his identity (being an airbender, being a Raqkesh, being an agender man, what have you) then he thinks it’s hilarious to lie to them and confuse them further. He shows, to the people he trusts, that being a Raqkesh is a dead-serious thing and violence weighs on a person in the abstract. He doesn’t show, unabstractly, that he’s in pain.

Din from Empty And Become Wind! I love him so much, he’s just a Guy in Situations. He knows that he’s perfectly able to live the life he currently has, and he doesn’t know that he’s gay and the world is a lot bigger than the homophobic little Fire Nation towns he’s been in all his life. He shows that he’d like to meet someone that isn’t absolutely fucking incompetent, and he doesn’t show that, despite the haters, he is capable of whimsy and curiosity.

And those things are all on display during the scene that they meet! Din is guarded because he’s meeting someone who could, to quote popular Disney animated film Aladdin, show him the world and he doesn’t know if he trusts that, Keshiro is being a funny bitch but when someone’s actually in danger he steps up and even risks using airbending to help, and he might tell Din about his charges and the spirits, but he only references his own past (mentions Ther) when it’s imminently relevant that he explains why not having OSHA is bad, actually.

That’s why they’re so fun to write!

[mausers]

I hate Biden's fucking guts too, but the other guy...the other ADMINISTRATION, is going to be so much worse in every way. May fucking cancel democracy! Wants to cancel the ACA, cut social program benefits, support anti-trans legislation, do the mask bans, every vile, shitty thing you've already seen them trying gets turned up to 11 with Executive Branch support. All of that stuff is an existential threat to my family, and we live in one of the places they like to test all their shit out. Please do not endanger millions of families like mine to prove a point! Look at the list above and think about what that list looks like here! ALSO: he probably gets to appoint EVEN MORE Supreme Court justices! Ask women in states where they can no longer make decisions about their own bodies how much they appreciate the people who stayed home and let Trump in the first fucking time! Also they've declared that Presidents are now above the fucking law, so God, wouldn't it be great to see what Trump would do with that? NO IT FUCKING WOULDN'T! ALSO: the climate can't afford another round of a Republican administration! They will let fucking oil companies plunder every last wild space they can get their fucking hands on, JUST FOR STARTERS! They will undo or make worse every single thing that did anything to move us towards living on a planet that's not trying to murder us! FUCK'S SAKE! POINT THE FUCKING WHATEVER: The dementia/old thing? HAVE YOU LISTENED TO TRUMP? He can barely form complete sentences half the time! He's old as shit! For fuck's sake, he's also a rapist and we got new stuff saying that likely Epstein helped him expand his monstrosities by raping kids, too. He's been convicted of a number of fucking felonies! He's already tried to overthrow the government once! He's SO FUCKING VILE AND STUPID! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! So I am begging you to just...especially if you do not live in a solidly blue state, please just hold your nose and do it. Vote everything downticket, too! The other administration is going to DO MORE GENOCIDE. They're gonna cut programs people need to fucking survive. They are going to continue to fan the flames of the culture wars to make this happen, classic fucking descent into fascism playbook! They are going to make the world worse in every conceivable way! Again, an administration isn't just the one fucking guy, it's also making the CDC anti-science and a Secretary of Education who actively doesn't believe in public education and a director of the EPA who is a former oil executive. Like, Christ Biden sucks so much, yes! What an idiot fucking racist! Almost certainly I have hated him longer than you! You very likely didn't see the Anita Hill hearing live. I did! I am going to vote for him anyway because the alternative is maybe very literally the loss of the ability to ever vote again, and with absolute certainty much worse outcomes on every other possible front! Fuck! You cannot teach or punish the Democratic Party! Democrats do not move left when they lose elections! I'ma say that again: DEMOCRATS DO NOT MOVE LEFT WHEN THEY LOSE ELECTIONS! They have to be primaried out, and that can only ever happen with engagement at local levels! You want third parties? YOU HAVE GROW THEM FROM THE GROUND UP! You are not getting a revolution! This is not France, there is no support system for any of it, no playbook to make it happen! Unions are growing, help them! Mutual aid is increasing, help your neighbors! Please just vote for the fucker as a baseline "the other thing gets way more people killed" kind of harms reduction action and then do the really important stuff: start working on your local government, mutual aid, joining and promoting unions. That's the stuff that will change things, and you'll feel great about it, too! The presidential vote is just the thing that makes any of that possible! Please don't gamble with a descent into nightmare fuel fascism and vulnerable people's lives because you have confused electoral pragmatism with a popularity contest. I am fucking begging you.

USA please listen to me: the price of “teaching them a lesson” is too high. take it from New Zealand, who voted our Labour government out in the last election because they weren’t doing exactly what we wanted and got facism instead.

Trans rights are being attacked, public transport has been defunded, tax cuts issued for the wealthy, they've mass-defunded public services, cut and attacked the disability funding model, cut benefits, diverted transport funding to roads, cut all recent public transport subsidies, cancelled massive important infrastructure projects like damns and ferries (we are three ISLANDS), fast tracked mining, oil, and other massive environmentally detrimental projects and gave the power the to approve these projects singularly to three ministers who have been wined and dined by lobbyists of the companies that have put the bids in to approve them while one of the main minister infers he will not prioritise the protection of endangered species like the archeys frog over mining projects that do massive environmental harm. They have attacked indigenous rights in an attempt to negate the Treaty of Waitangi by “redefining it”; as a backup, they are also trying to remove all mentions of the treaty from legislation starting with our Child Protection laws no longer requiring social workers to consider the importance of Maori children’s culture when placing those children; when the Waitangi Tribunal who oversees indigenous matters sought to enquire about this, the Minister for Children blocked their enquiry in a breach of comity that was condemned in a ruling — too late to do anything — by our Supreme Court. They have repealed labour protections around pay and 90 day trials, reversed our smoking ban, cancelled our EV subsidy, cancelled our water infrastructure scheme that would have given Maori iwi a say in water asset management, cancelled our biggest city’s fuel tax, made our treasury and inland revenue departments less accountable, dispensed of our Productivity Commission, begun work on charter schools and military boot camps in an obvious push towards privatisation, cancelled grants for first home buyers, reduced access to emergency housing, allowed no cause evictions, cancelled our Maori health system that would have given Maori control over their own public medical care and funding, cut funding of services like budgeting advice and food banks, cancelled the consumer advocacy council, cancelled our medicine regulations, repealed free prescriptions, deferred multiple hospital builds, failed to deliver on pre-election medical promises, reversed a gun ban created in response to the mosque shootings, brought back three strikes = life sentence policy, increased minimum wage by half the recommended amount, cancelled fair pay for disabled workers, reduced wheelchair services, reversed our oil and gas exploration ban, cancelled our climate emergency fund, cut science research funding including climate research, removed limits on killing sea lions, cut funding for the climate change commission, weakened our methane targets, cancelled Significant National Areas protections, have begun reversing our ban on live exports. Much of this was passed under urgency.

It’s been six months.

[randomclam24]

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[tabletopbrainrot]

Today was a D&D day, and we're in The Underdark.

So while we're in a homebrew setting that's only Forgotten Realms adjacent as far as you can Dream of Blue Veil/Plane Shift. We're still gonna be talking about The Underdark primarily in the subject of forced servitude if you catch my meaning.

That said not trying to throw punches at my DM, who is trying to make an interesting plot of why it's happening instead of "oh yeah they're evil see how evil they are, very evil you should murder hobo them all", but also understanding that people may not want to read this I dunno if I'll tag the post with all the DnD stuff... Probably just do a narrower tag or two

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So on this day we had "Yes the Drow are doing slavery, not many of them like it but it's a desperation situation" which you know fair still slavery though so the party either helps the Drow get to a situation where they aren't reliant on "interns", or we try to spark an armed revolution in one of the lowest levels of the Underdark and by extension potentially doom our potential Dwarven allies near the surface.

Now then the Drow are using said mentioned "interns" to build onto their fortress city they reclaimed about a forever ago because the lower levels of the Underdark is infested with something that's pulling from The Silence(Dr. Who) playbook. Invisible things that you can only perceive while looking directly at them and forget about them when you look away. So they're basically trying to wall out anything from a deeper layer of Underdark.

But because manpower is limited and resources are limited, they're doing the whole "you are being recruited do not resist" routine, being kept in check by one member of a four member council that basically has enacted as much protections as they can on these people, and are trying to get to where the captured workers will be compensated for their work upon completion. But fears that other members of said council are just gonna want to keep the system going indefinitely. This is where the chaotic and wacky bleeding hearts that are the party get involved, to try to earn the favor of the locals and sway power to the Council member trying to protect workers and end said forced work conditions.

Now a reasonable person would ask why don't they just reach out to these communities and actually hire them, and/or offer proper citizenship and the like. And to answer that is that the situation is basically a bunch of paranoid isolationists that may never actually leave their particular set of caves, are not prone to helping strangers or accepting help from strangers. So the Drow of this settlement are basically looking at this from a "greater good" mentality of protecting themselves and the people being taken from the dangers trying to get up from deeper below. Which as tagged cool motivation, still slavery. All this because we wanted a trade deal with some Dwarves that turned out to be stuck in the middle of a forever siege by the draconic forces in the area..

Also being in the Underdark surrounded by Drow, and playing a Drow you might go "So what about that Lolth bitch" well in our wacky little setting the gods fucked off before recorded history and left the dragons in charge, who swiftly proceeded to force everyone not a dragon into "internships". Thousands of years of that and revolution attempts and it finally stuck.

Now in current setting time we're having a sudden emergence of new gods. Which happened because the party makes great decisions, and on our way out of Barovia we had some tagalongs (why is it any the something happens you're involved -*gestures at Castle Ravenloft*-) so we have a pantheon including Lolth(who had a slight theme change due to a player's arachnophobia), Tiamat, Yrrga (yes Amber sarcophagus Yrrga), a Succubus that befriended (and empowered) one of the party monks on the way into Barovia, and Nepenthe (yes that Nepenthe the one from the Carnival Crimson but not quite, our Ranger had a shard of Crimson Carnival Nepenthe and managed to do a quest line to slip her into divinity while in Barovia), and Mystra.

Now for clarification these are not exactly Forgotten Realms versions of these entities, but more neutral leaning copies of them that have some knowledge of the other thems in the universe. And the previous thems of the setting where applicable (looking at you Lolth, Mystra, and Tiamat).

So Lolth is trying to slot herself in as Goddess of Elves and Nature since there is a vacancy, and really the only issue there is because Drow are Drow they get really into shit, and those that accept this new goddess are getting really into it, which is coming into conflict of the current/previous religious philosophy of "improving yourself is the path to divinity" because they're just selling Lolth as a one stop shop to fix everything wrong in your life.

So as the person that let Lolth piggyback into the setting I'm kinda obligated to get them to slow their roll before they accidentally into a Crusade.

That said I love the beatle themed armors the different types of followers are taking on stag beatle themed guards, ladybug themed priests, etc

Also the DM is attacking the party with horny bait, and it's just barely not working on most of us.

[unoisveimved-un-proffesional]

You cut out a little bit there

And I say it like this because my philosophy is governed by rules of wheels, beads, and strings. It’s like how I internalize and view everything. But also because I like metaphors, like a lot? It’s a mental gimmick of mine really. Everything is a metaphor.

I just think you know, as far as revolutions go, a slow and methodical revolution is what we need. Violent revolutions (very sadly) are a thing of the past. Like warmongers and empires. Not to say those things don’t still exist, but they exist in very different forms, and so to will revolution. The way to revolt nowadays and make meaningful change is not the same way as it was a hundred years ago. Things have changed.

My ideal revolution would be a slow replacement of business and functions, just one by one, ship of theseus-ing apart the system, except we’re actually making an entirely different boat. That way safety nets for people who could lose their livelihoods and homes can be easily set in place before that happens, by slowly replacing how livelihoods and homes are even gotten in the first place. Revolution is pointless if we don’t know what to do after, and no one’s heart is set on anything yet. It’d become a faction war like has been shown in the past countless times throughout history. The revolution is NOT a big sweeping moment that happens once. At least not my revolution. Because a revolution like that, would suddenly displace and harm many many people we should be fighting for.

Trust me, if you know the first thing about how I think, you’d know I hate slow commitment one step a time thinking, or working within the rules, but as it stands, a revolution, a Modern Revolution, must be more covert to survive the modern world. Like the takeover of a country must be more covert. The USA and UK and their past few decades of invasion of other countries proves this. Invasions just don’t work like they used to, and neither does arming yourself and taking the capital. What the fuck do you think the revolution is? Everyone at the same time gets sick and together pushes over Big Business Building and suddenly everyone’s happy? The people we’re fighting against made it so Big Business Building is the only thing supporting some people. This isn’t a mindless force of pure evil we’re fighting against, it is hundreds of years of building creating a human exploitation system, that has the whole world in Check. It’ll take a lot of careful maneuvering and most importantly, BUILDING, to start a revolution.

Build CANNONS. Build HOUSES. Build SYSTEMS OF OUR OWN. Gather fucking resources! That way, we stand a fucking fighting chance. You’re not gonna be able to do anything dependent on the current systems in place that restricts you from doing things! Be rational about this. You have to take these things one step at a time. One conversion. One building at a time. We have to work within the system as much as possible and then gain ground on it, gain a foothold in something of our own, forcefully turn the wheels of revolution in everyone’s hearts, and have a seat at the goddamn table of history, one we build ourselves.

We can’t just “fight the power” anymore, sad as it is. The way to fight the powe now is to first build a side worth supporting, that will take away support from all other sides. And THEN we can storm the capital, fighting FOR something, rather than JUST AGAINST something, with nothing to replace it. Method to this fucking madness and order in our chaos, that’s what I believe in.

That’s what I think the revolution is. And if we’re not careful, the transfer of power, the revolution, will be by someone else, not looking to make the world a better place, and they’ll do it smart, and covert, by slowly replacing broken systems with their own alternative. That’s what I think a smart person would do. That’s gonna be “the fight” for revolution. Who gets to replace the system.

The system is going to collapse sooner or later. It will buckle under its own weight. And if we rush to make that happen any sooner, so many people can be hurt and killed by the collapse. We have to replace it and be ready to provide an alternative, and then fight against the actual people that oppress, once the system that oppresses has been dealt with. Sure, we can kill off and boot out and lock up a few of them along the way, but we’ll have to focus on Goal Number One. Establish The New System, to replace the old one.

Theoretically of course. That’s what I would think is the smartest and most plausible option for revolution. And it starts in the hearts of the people, together. Like a long string that spins through all of their wheels, pulling them together. Conceptually at least, that’s how I visually imagine the fate of the revolution. My preferred revolution. The “Make sure everyone is okay and help everyone FIRST, BEFORE waging war on The Baddies.” Revolution. The smart kind.

I was starting to build that up, before as fate would have it, plans had to go on hold.

It starts with circles not boxes okay? It’s about a lot more than being done with this cycle of human civilization and handing off the fate of the world to whoever, “At least it’s not in the hands of capitalism and imperialism anymore!” (Except it will be and they’ll have us all played for fools AGAIN) it’s about transferring that power to the right people, The People. The Proletariat. Have something to build before you destroy, having something to fight for before you fight against, and have people to support before having people to attack. It may sound like hippie nonsense to you, but if we’re not building a state, faction, and philosophy based on kindness and love for our fellow humans and workers, than what the fuck are we basing it on?!

It starts, with building things, wherever we can, and basing our operations in our own buildings. I was born into this, into wheels, circles, building, and politics, so sorry if I seem a little extreme about it. My entire life up to this point has been dedicated to building a replacement system and living in it, and so I’ve gone through frostbite, starvation, homelessness, death and loss before, trying to make a microgrid to base a new system off of. And I did not go through all of that with them, trying to prove something, build something, for ANYONE to suggest that the answer lies solely in more god damnged destruction.

I feel like I need to speak up about this. This ideology is my birthright, and it was passed down to me by someone special, someone who also passed, passed in the experiment I was born into in fact. So again, apologies for the outbursts. Sincerely. As much of a professional as I ain’t, I want to keep a little civil, and don’t want to fight. Don’t mistake passion for aggression.

But I won’t try to talk like someone I’m not, and I’m an extremist. I’ve lead an extreme lifestyle, and hold some extreme beliefs, including trust in my fellow lower class people, despite how much I’ve lost because of a few bad apples I put dedication into, and my belief in the strength and good hearts of the people. The People. Disabled, black, jewish, muslim? christian, gay, trans, junkies and addicts who I know all too well, the poor, the homeless, the middle class, the working class, indie game developers, the barista at Starbucks, construction workers, it is the people I support. And my support and love for humanity far outmatches my desire to watch some of them who wield power pop and crack in a great fire.

I have experience not only building and planning houses and events for people, but also being among the lowest of the low we are supposed to fight for, and I think I deserve my seat of twigs and mold at the political table after living in houses of twigs and mold my entire life, for politics.

Welcome to the new goddamn world, with new goddamn rules, where you can’t just fucking repeat history and expect it to work like it did back in France.

Don’t mistake my passion for aggression against anyone but myself and my failures. Just know that, if you really want to see real change, start by making a few connections and building something with your fellow people.

Fucking work for your revolution, don’t expect it to pop out of thin air in a mob of anger you can just join up in. Be responsible damn it. We have to work for it. Nothing gets done without work. Not fighting, working.

That’s why nothings happened yet for me. I’m still doing nothing, still I sit not working towards it, not doing anything. Just continuing the nothing debate naked eating ice cream and drinking booze. That’s the hypocrite I am. Sad and alone now, with nothing but a past of failures, just looking back on my “glory” days, of when I actually built things and helped people. Now I just make notes about video games on my computer and scroll through tumblr all day. Now I’m alone, alone with the spindle wheel in my heart, still revolving. What did I do wrong? What did I not do right? Did I not fight hard enough against everyone? Against the world? Is that why I lost everything so many times? Did I not work hard enough to protect it? To protect my family? Why couldn’t I save her. Why can’t I build anymore. Why does it have to be like this. Why am I all that’s left.

What am I even doing here. It’s pointless. I’m pointless. Just going in circles, spiraling, I don’t think I can do this. I don’t know if I can stay on this ferris wheel any longer, I don’t know how much more spinning on this blue marble I can take, this damned carnival carousel. Kick me in the ass out of a revolving door into a roundabout.

i'm sure i've written this before but man what the fuck are people talking about with this shit. Revolution is an event to happen, it's a forcable transter of power, this shit has happened plenty of times. Whose agenda do these people think they are serving by redefining terms so broadly that specifics become impossible to even articulate, let alone discuss?

[say-duhnelle]

Gonna sound like a white republican dad here for a second but there really does seem to be this mindset among large swathes of internet (esp. Tumblr/Twitter) leftism that in their ideal communist future, keeping society functional is going to be Someone Else's Problem and the only contributions they will be responsible for are helping consume its bounty and maybe growing a little weed in their closet - the Henny Penny's friends mentality. Like... sure there's probably a fair amount of jobs in the current structure of society which are a bit redundant, and exist more because we have weird hangups about just giving people money/resources to survive, than because they actually contribute to anything. But 1) I think it's a much lower proportion than a lot of people are implying and 2) a sane restructuring of society would regroup us so a lot of this excess now works in fields with chronic shortages like medicine and education, yes? Not necessarily those exact people, but a shift in where the manpower is concentrated.

Unless we are on the brink of some really insane breakthrough, in your post-revolution utopia folks are still going to need to eat, sleep somewhere safe, and stay clothed, healthy, and sanitary, and I sure as shit hope we still have education, technology, transportation, entertainment and access to some of the finer things in life because if not, then... what was the fucking point of it all? (You want your movement to make things better for the have-nots, not worse for literally everyone because you have that much spite for the ruling class, right?) And whether you like it or not,

all of those things require distinct, concentrated effort to create and maintain and

due to economies of scale, that effort is generally vastly lessened when we (by whatever means or incentives) split the population into groups which specialize in each one, a concept known currently as "having a job".

I'm by no means saying that the current way of doing things in the US is the ideal model of a society, but I think the people who are unironically basically saying "my role in the commune would be to fuck your mom" and call the rest of us bootlickers for actually taking the job we currently do seriously either have a dangerously limited perspective, or don't realize that what they actually want is not communism that is equal, but instead an opportunity to be the oppressor for a change. Call it infighting, but I don't want people with such a skewed take on reality leading any revolution that affects my life, because that's how you wind up with a new regime that's worse than the old one and has several entire agencies devoted to researching and developing new human rights violations it could commit against dissenters.

A variation I've seen is this idea that the less savory, yet essential, tasks could be rotated through the populace so that everyone only has to contribute a few days a year. As if sanitation, construction, and agriculture aren't sciences that require training and education to do properly, that most normal people would not retain if they did not use it on a regular basis. As if healthcare and education don't function better when patients or students have rapport with their providers and the providers have continuous knowledge of each individual's case and how it's progressing. As if every single one of these areas would not see trouble with the bullheaded folks we all know are out there who would just outright refuse when their turn comes up, or deliberately do a bad job (think potential jurors in the selection room, the one example of this sort of system which we currently have in American society, and how they often answer the lawyers' questions - and that's just the pre-interview, not actually doing the job!).

Controversial statement perhaps, but I don't think the base model of "we're going to assign everyone a main Task to get really good at as their contribution to society. Some Tasks are really shitty or difficult, but need a lot of people in order to do them at the scale society needs, so we're going to provide a greater reward for doing them as an incentive to get more people to take those Tasks on" is fundamentally wrong; I think it's in the application that we've perverted it - namely, that it's often not the worst/most difficult Tasks actually getting the best rewards, that the ratio of extra reward is too high for some, and that the concept of a stock market exists.

Idk. Some Nobel laureate economist or darling of Marxist philosophy out there probably already came up with a dozen reasons why everything I've said here is full of bull - this is just the way I see things right now.