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thesith · 8 months ago

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— Chapter Two: Attachment

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“It is Hunter’s turn to keep watch, so I am on story duty. Where did he leave off?” Tech asked, uninterested in telling the story - there are many things he could do with his time; fix devices that don’t need to be fixed, watch a holomovie, tinkering with tools. But no, Hunter needed him to help Omega fall asleep, so that’s what he’ll do. Maybe he’ll even supplement parts of the story with recordings he took during battle.

Your first mission with your new squad exceeded your expectations. The group of four was more capable than an army - more efficient, too. After showering to cleanse your body of filth, you took residence in the gunner’s mount to meditate.

You closed your eyes and quieted your mind, finding solitude in the darkness behind your eyelids. You opened your senses, feeling small blips in the engine, the powering-up of Gonky, a presence behind you.

The intentions of the person standing there were clear as day, and you thought it was time to answer the question that laid on the sniper’s mind.

“My Master was killed. This isn’t a punishment - it’s a temporary placement.” You quietly spoke to Crosshair, who didn’t respond verbally. The nod of his head reverberated through the Force, as did his echoing footsteps. You relaxed once more, finding some semblance of peace in such a violent galaxy.

Crosshair walked up to his brothers who were all sitting in their respective seats in the cockpit, taking a seat on his own chair, “Their Master died.”

Unsurprised looks from Tech and Hunter met his eyes, along with a gasp from an unsuspecting Wrecker.

“I know. I was told when they were first assigned to our squad,” Hunter started, thinking of his next words, “I know you don’t do well with change - none of us do. It’s always been us against the world, but I need you to try - that goes for all of you. They will open up about things when they’re ready.”

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months with your new team, and you quickly found your place among them - you felt like one of them; a luxury you’d never had before. Among the Jedi, the only place you felt you belonged was with your Master - now you’re making a new meaning for yourself.

You were laying in your bunk and staring at the ceiling when Wrecker came to you, a nervous energy filling the room.

“What’s up, Wrecker? Are you feeling okay?” You asked out of concern for the large clone, throwing your legs over the side of your bunk and looking at him.

He nodded and rubbed the back of his head, “I was wondering, y’know, if I could try your laser sword? It just seems super cool ‘nd every time I see one I wanna try it.”

So he was nervous you’d say no, note taken. “Not on the ship, but when we arrive at the next planet maybe.” In very rare circumstances non-Jedi/Force-wielders were allowed to use a lightsaber, but you liked Wrecker and trust him - plus, he’d be under your watchful eye the entire time.

His eyes widened with glee and a large smile encased his lips. He excitedly skipped to the cockpit, making the floor rumble with each landing.

You thoroughly enjoyed working with the self-proclaimed ‘Bad Batch’ - more individualistic than most other clones you’d worked with before. They seemed to have a blatant disregard for orders (save for Hunter’s) & their own way of doing things, which earned them a 100% success rate with zero casualties.

After being away for half a year (approximately 190 rotations), you were hailed back to Coruscant to provide the Council with an update on your endeavors. You hadn’t been back since your departure with the Bad Batch, which earned you and your squad a few days “vacation-time” on the ecumenopolis.

The Council was eager to hear your report - which was very evident by the continuous stream of questions - that you spoke in detail. You elaborated on your missions, what actions you took during, and the roles you played.

“Clone Force 99 is proficient in many areas, they are some of the finest clones I’ve had the pleasure of working with.”

Master Windu was next to speak, “And if we were to transfer you to another squadron? How would you feel about that?”

‘Pissed’ is what you wanted to say, yet you held your tongue. You opted for “I’d go wherever you send me, Master Windu.”

“I don’t think that was the question, Padawan. How would you feel?” He pushed, not believing your initial answer. “Attachments are forbidden, you know this.”

“Yes, Master Windu. I understand that attachments are forbidden to Jedi, so I would not have any feelings on the matter. I would believe that you used your judgement to transfer me and had the best interests of the Republic in mind.” It was a bold-faced lie - you would have feelings about it, but you’d never admit that to the Council.

Mace nodded, “We still haven't found a Master to finish your training - if one isn’t found in the next few months, one of the Council members will take over.”

“I see.” Honestly you hadn’t thought of that in the past few months - you found your footing with the Bad Batch, and the thought of having to leave them hadn’t crossed your mind. Then again, you were a Padawan still so that’s to be expected.

“Have something on your mind, do you?” The Grand Master asked, observing the thoughtful look on your face. Nothing got past him.

You replied, “Just haven’t thought much about what comes next, Master Yoda.”

“Mmm.” He hummed, looking around the room, “Adjourned, this meeting is.”

You took your leave from the room, exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You made a bee-line for the Marauder, wanting nothing more than to speak to Hunter. When you arrived, you found Hunter in the cock-pit.

“How’d the meeting go?” It was almost as if he sensed your discomfort - or maybe he saw the look on your face. Contemplative features, every few seconds scrunching in distaste. “How about we go for a walk?”

You nodded and tugged your robes closer to you - a habit you’d picked up from your Master. The two of you exited the Marauder and breathed in the Coruscant air. You turned your head to look at Hunter and were met with an uncomfortable face.

Oh shit. Coruscant is a planet-wide city - he’s overwhelmed by the electromagnetic frequencies, the bustling vehicles, the many voices crowding the streets. You tugged Hunter’s arm and led him into the Temple, straight toward your empty quarters.

“Sorry for dragging you,” You apologized while opening the door, “I could sense how uncomfortable you were - y’know, the city and everything. Hopefully this is at least a little better.”

Hunter looked at you thoughtfully, “It is. Thanks.”

You made yourself comfortable on the couch, motioning for Hunter to sit next to you.

He took a seat on the opposite end of the couch and faced you, “So, what happened?”

“They asked me a ton of questions regarding our missions, how effectively we completed them, and you know, how I’d feel if they placed me with another unit…”

Something in Hunter snapped, “They what?”

“Yeah, they also told me that if they can’t find a new master for me to complete my training under within the coming months, I’ll be placed with a Council member.” You placed a hand on your forehead and allowed it to run down your face, “I haven’t even thought about having to leave.”

“Yeah, us either. You’re part of our team…” Hunter trailed off, leaving many things left unsaid, “Just gotta make the most of the time we have left.”

You didn’t think literally, but when nightfall came and your squad dragged you into the busy night-life of Coruscant and into a tattoo shop, you realized his words were literal. You’d seen all of their squad tattoos (in various places), and they’d all expressed interest in getting more done, but you weren’t sure why they dragged you there too.

“I think I’m gonna get a face-tat. Like, a half-skull?”

The idea of that on Hunter was mouth-watering, “Like your helmet? Sounds cool.”

”I think Cross is gonna get the crosshair on his eye, too - not sure about Tech and Wrecker, but they’ll probably come up with something.”

“So, am I here to give my opinion?” You asked, the loud music making it hard for your to hear yourself.

Hunter smiled and shook his head, “Nah, you’re here to get one too,” he paused, scanning your face for a negative sign, “Only if you want to, though! No pressure.”

“Jedi don’t usually get tattoos, Hunter.” No matter how desperately you’d wanted one, you weren’t sure if it’d be in your best interest.

He placed a hand to your shoulder, “Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t a usual Jedi, then. I was thinking, how about our squad logo? I wasn’t lying when I said that you are one of us.”

Your heart warmed at the admission and implication - no matter where you were and what you were doing, you’d always be part of the Bad Batch. You loved the idea, “Where are you thinking, then? I can’t have it somewhere obvious - the council would know, and I’d probably be expelled from the Order.”

“More time with us, then.” Hunter deadpanned before breaking into a smile, “Joking, joking - you’ve seen where Tech’s is, right? His lower back?”

“That’s a good place, but I was thinking…” You trailed off, not wanting to reveal anything just yet.

All bearing new tattoos, you exited the sketchy-looking building (which you discovered is where most clones get theirs done) and trekked down the street to 79s for some drinks, which was definitely also against the code. You were dressed in civvies: the clones in the bar wouldn’t recognize you without your staple-robes.

After safely making it back to your quarters (and somehow sneaking the group of clones inside the Temple), you flopped onto your bed, releasing a tired sigh. You wanted nothing more than to pass out, but the Batch had other plans.

“Are clones permitted to be in the Jedi Temple?” Tech asked your flat body.

You used your elbows to push yourself up, leaning on them, “Only some facilities. Definitely not personal quarters, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Are clones allowed in the library? Or archives? I find the Jedi Order to be fascinating with all of the rules and regulations set in place.”

“I don’t think so - I’ve never seen a clone in either. Then again, no clone is as interested in learning as you, Tech. I can ask around for you, see if there’s any way?” You proposed, not wanting to take the clone away from knowledge he’s so eager to learn about. “Holocrons are different, though. They hold teachings and wisdom of Jedi and can only be activated through the use of the Force.”

“How exactly does the Force work? Anything notable on how it feels?”

You sighed and sat up completely, resting your back against the wall and crossing your legs. “I can try to show you - it’s difficult to explain. I’ve never meditated with non-Jedi, but I think I can help you feel it for yourself. Everybody has a presence in the Force.”

Tech sat on the cold floor and imitated your form, watching you intently. He watched as you allowed your eyes to close, resulting in him doing the same.

You opened yourself up to the Force, feeling everything around you. You could feel Hunter’s breathing in the room over, Crosshair’s meddling with his civvie wristwatch, Wrecker scavenging your kitchen for food.

“The Force surrounds you, flows through you. Silence your mind and subject yourself to feeling,” You stretched your Force presence toward Tech in hopes that it’d calm him and help him to feel his surroundings. Your method proved successful, as a gasp escaped Tech’s mouth. “Hear the bustling vehicles, the humming of ships, people conversing on the streets.” You pushed further, allowing some of your strength in the Force to run through Tech.

“I feel… worried. I can hear a familiar voice in my head - your voice.”

Maybe Tech was more Force-sensitive than you’d anticipated.

“I can feel Hunter’s concern from the adjacent room. I believe he’s worried about you.” Tech stopped to take a deep breath, “He doesn’t want you to leave us - he lo-”

You brought your Force presence back to yourself, cutting Tech off. You didn’t want to hear the rest of that sentence, as it’d make your attachment to them more real. You’d been doing a good job at pushing down your feelings, pretending the attachment doesn’t exist - if you’d allowed Tech to finish that sentence, you didn’t know if you’d be able to hold out any longer.

“That was… enlightening. Thank you, Commander, for allowing me to experience the Force as you do. My hypothesis was incorrect, though I should have been sure of that earlier on.” Tech paused, crafting his next sentence carefully, “The Force really is living and breathing, residing in all life.”

“The Force is life, Tech.” You added on, “and you’re welcome. I hope that gave you more insight.”

“It did,” Tech unfolded from his position and pulled out his datapad to presumably take notes, “If I’d asked any other Jedi, or Force-wielder for insight, they would not have allowed me to experience it first-hand as you did.”

You nodded as a sign of recognition and Tech turned and left the room, fondling with his datapad as he returned to his brothers.

Your Master’s quarters felt a lot less lonely with them here.

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bangsinc · 1 year ago

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hiii i saw ur fic about spot with a neurodivergent reader, im autistic soo i really loved it but also! if you could do another one of those about ocd? i have that aswell and don't see it in fics much. either way i appreciate you including nd people in your fics :D!

⚪️Spot x Reader with OCD🖤

Im so sorry this is late! Anyways—thankfully— I got a lot of information about OCD as a disorder. Hopefully I didn’t get anything wrong, and if I did please let me know! It’s very important to me we get to see ourselves in our readers.

The spot has no bias for a neurodivergent partner. He sees them just as capable as him and anyone else—of course— it doesn’t mean he’s not going to do everything in his power to make your life easier. He’s mildly well-educated in most disorders, and he’s willing to adjust to his partners comfort. For example; If you two live together, he’ll try his best to clean up after himself and avoid a plethora of messes due to his experimentation.

Agressive or intrusive thoughts don’t bother him at all! He’s had his fair share of them, and of course, they’re called intrusive for a reason. They’re not something you want, and he won’t judge you or see you as weird or creepy for them.

Spot might do his own research in his own time to learn more about your condition and what he can personally do to help. Of course, he’s your boyfriend and not You’re therapist, so he’s not going to ask you anything personal. He’s not there to ‘fix you’.

If they’re bothering you to an extent, Spot will try to get you to be distracted from your compulsions. They’re not things that please you, they just ease anxiety, and of course, he’d rather you find healthier ways to calm yourself! Maybe you two can go out and do something you both like.

Spot doesn’t mind if you have Tics due to your OCD. If he’s cuddling you, or holding you or really doing anything with you, he brushes those movements aside if it makes you uncomfortable to comment on them.

He constantly reminds you that you’re doing great and he LOVES you so dearly. You’re perfect to him, and if you fret over a small mistake or if you’re worried you’d upset him, he’s quick to remind you that it’s okay. You never upset him! And accidents happen, it’s what makes you human. Even if you’re afraid you might act on a violent impulse and hurt him, he knows you wouldn’t because it isn’t who you are.

Not a very long headcanon, but he always reminds you that the stoves off. Or the lights were left off when you two left, or that he locked the doors.. just so you don’t need to worry about it.

If you’re on medication, he’ll make sure you take it regularly. Of course, he knows it’s definitely not something you’re going to really forget, but he would want to be reminded if he was in your shoes.

If a fear of an allergic reaction is bothering you, he’d want you to talk to him about it. Even if it’s something you know you’re not allergic to, or something you think is ‘dumb’, he understands you can’t help it. He wouldn’t want this issue to lead to compulsions of just not eating altogether either. The Spot couldn’t treat an issue like this himself, but he can try to push you into getting exposure responce therapy.

#bangsinc #spider man #the spot #across the spiderverse #spiderman #the spot x reader #into the spider verse #amazing spider man

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thethiefandtheairbender · 1 year ago

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just a disclaimer: i’m queer and nonbinary (afab) as can be, so all of this is from a personally queer perspective? i also know that i don’t tend to really jive with ND stevenson’s work (she-ra didn’t quite work for me) either and if you loved the movie, great. i just gotta drop thoughts somewhere because well

they’re less than positive

like “nimona” wants to be a Queer movie so badly, but the entire humourous basis of the character herself is that she is 1) young looking (despite being immortal) and 2) appears to be AFAB and isn’t it funnily jarring when little girls want to be violent instead of cute and sweet?

She doesn’t want to be a monster, but clearly genuinely enjoys destroying things (again: basis of the bulk of her character humour, and one of most defining character traits) with no regards to anyone who gets hurt or could get hurt in the process.

also this is Entirely Personal preference but while the animation was stunning, the contrast in the medieval aesthetic and modern day technology just continually brought me out of the movie. which is too bad, because treasure planet and it’s 70/30 rule and aesthetic blend of old timey and big technology is one of my favourite things ever, but i think Nimona being 50/50 just... didn’t work for me. was also slightly disappointed that i figured out who the actual bad guy was before the queen’s death (and yet another movie with a black queen who Dies Instantly / a movie with literally queer men of colour being technical side characters to a white, allegorically queer main ‘female’ character).

Ballister is a great protagonist, but due to his opposition of everything Nimona is personality and scheme wise, it feels like they’re almost running around in two separate stories. As well as like - he wanted to enjoy the Elite, Privileged, fighting force? An elite, privileged, entirely based on birthright system ruled by a Black queen before it was called into question, when it’s also a pretty clear allegory for the Police? The fact that this isn’t resolved - what’s going to happen to the Institute, is it going to be reformed or even better yet, disbanded (‘defunded’), is entirely left hanging as a plot thread, which doesn’t happen matters.

Halfway through the movie (specifically Nimona’s “or that sometimes I want to let them [kill me]”) is when I finally started to feel emotionally invested, but like two scenes later when Ambrosius’ stabbing was over dramatic rather than just letting the tone hold, I looked into the camera just... so incredibly unimpressed. The monopoly and shark dancing didn’t help.

“She’s my friend.” “Aren’t I more than that?” so there were no aspec people in making this film. Got it. And Ballister’s heel face turn into calling Nimona a monster is also very quick, especially when his whole arc this movie is being unfairly demonized himself by the very same thing/people that are demonizing Nimona as well. The sheer harshness and length of the scene is also much longer and given time than him saving her, leaving that feeling kinda lopsided as well.

And Nimona’s issues I think are very evident in the fact the movie lets us see all the damage she’s causing at the end when she loses control, which is sad and tragic for her... but does not excuse or remove the real harm she’s bringing hundreds of other people. This is mitigated when she sacrifices herself to save the city, but given that her problem wasn’t necessarily selfishness so much as recklessness, and given that Ballister had literally just talked her down from suicide, it’s... Muddled to say the least.

And all of this ties back into the murky gender allegory of the movie. At its best, it’s very effective and very emotionally resonant (Nimona’s actual flashbacks and a couple of her conversations with Ballister. I can definitely see why people like it - hell, even I like it. “This monster is a threat to our entire way of life!” “What if we’re wrong?” kinda perfectly encapsulates were it falls flat to me, because queerness Is a threat to our current systems - capitalism, racism, cisheteropatriarchy founded on white gender essentialism. Queerness, particularly of gender, disrupts and should disrupt all those things; it’s a political identity just as much as personal one, both by choice and by societal circumstance.

TLDR; found the second half of the movie, overall, much stronger than the first, but with some bigger structural pitfalls. Animation was gorgeous, sense of humour didn’t overall work for me but that’s a personal thing, queer allegory was good but I would’ve liked some of the implications to be taken farther. I appreciate the movie for what it says about freedom of expression vs demonization by the upper class(es), and I think it’ll really resonant and be important to queer youth in their teens (a stage I am long past) figuring themselves and their place in an increasingly anti-trans political climate out, so I’m very glad it exists. It just wasn’t particularly groundbreaking, and wasn’t particularly up my alley. Which is kind of what I expected, but I am disappointed that I didn’t enjoy it more as a nonbinary person who loves story deconstructions, fantasy, and animation

#nimona critical #nimona spoilers

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sams-art-domain · 10 days ago

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Dying under a tree

Tw: death, tragedy, graphic depictions of violence. features: my oc’s Aurora and Sky, no designs yet really.

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I pushed myself against the tree, my body screaming with pain. I cough and tears overflowed from the pure pain. It felt like a million needles were being stabbed into my lungs. I could smell copper. Blood. My vision blurred from my tears, and I blinked them down my face. I clenched my good hand, my arm shaking violently. I looked up, under the leaves of an old oak tree. Another wave of pain washing over my body and I cough. I bring my good hand to my chest, blood staining my arm. I look at my other arm. Mangled and bleeding. I sob, my rib cage racking and it hurts like I just got hit with one million cars. I look around. People screaming and crying and running and trying to escape. Why now!? What the fuck!? I was happy. I had almost everything I wanted and they took it and fuck them and I just what the hell!!?? I watch a mother and her newborn get shot down like cattle. I almost vomit from the amount of blood. I don’t know how they don’t see me. I don’t even care. I wish I could help someone. I just close my eyes and tilt my head up.

Escape escape escape I don’t want to be here I’m hurt and scared and angry please distract yourself think of a happy moment think of someone you love-

Sitting under the old oak tree, its leaves protecting us from the beaming sun. She laughed, a golden and warm laugh. A laugh I could listen to forever. I would do anything to make her laugh like that. Her smile radiating enough light to illuminate the solar system. A sun. She was warm and golden and bright. I felt my own smile grow. My heart skipped and and jumped and practically flew out of my chest. “That’s dumb-“ her laugh died down, though her smile was still shining. Her soft straight brown hair tucked behind her ears, it falling over her shoulders and down her back like a waterfall.

“Clearly not, you think it’s hilarious.” I jokingly say. My smile probably lop-sided and imperfect.

“Only ‘cause it’s you” she comments, voice quieter at the ‘you’.

My stomach drops. And my heart does backflips and spikes and dances. Butterflies release from my stomach to my chest. I can feel my face heat up. My breath hitches.

“‘Cause you’re funny.” She continues, trying to save herself. Her face is slightly pink. “More fun then other girls. All they wanna talk about is boys ‘nd stupid stuff…” she looked at her knees. Slightly scraped from playing in the woods earlier.

I stare at her face, slightly pinkened, a cut on her chin from falling earlier. Her eyes looking down, her round nose with freckles covering it up and down. Her soft lips, slightly red and one sucked into her mouth as she chewed on it. Her eyebrows furrowed, like she was thinking.

“I don’t like talking about boys. I think girls are prettier anyway.” She admits, glancing at me briefly when she notices I’m staring.

“Me too.” I blurt before thinking. I’ve never thought about it like that. “Girls are prettier than most boys.” I pause, rethinking. “Some boys are pretty too though.” I continued. I look at her hands, picking at a scab on her knee. It’s red and probably doesn’t feel too good to do that.

“I don’t like boys at all. They’re mean and loud.” She adds matter-of-factly. Continuing to pick at that scab. Ignoring what she said about boys, I see her scab start to bleed.

“Hey- you shouldn’t do that..” I grab her hand while saying that, holding it in mine. Not even realizing her face flash bright pink and her eyes staring at our hands.

“Y- uhm-..” She stutters, staring at our hands, and interlocks our fingers.

My heart rate increases. Those butterflies seem to quadruple and begin dancing in my chest. Our hands sit on the ground, interlocked. We sit side-by-side under the oak tree. I look at the ant crawling next to my shoe. She looks at her knees. She scoots closer and rests her head on my shoulder. I really think she’s prettier than anyone.. girl or boy.

A sharp pain radiates through my chest. I realize I have been holding my breath. My leg throbs with every time my heart beats. I look around, no one’s alive. Everyones- everyone’s dead. The stench of blood burns my nose and makes me gag. Causing my chest to tighten and more pain stab me yet again. Tears begin to fall again and I look at my leg, broken and bruised. A nasty gnash against my calf. How did I survive? How am I still alive? Why didn’t they kill me…

More than just the deep cut on my chest. It hurts. Everything fucking hurts and I hate it. Why am I alive!? Why did they kill all of them. I look around, just dead. Dead men, women, and children. I hate it. I feel nauseous. Dying here. So many regrets.

I scream in frustration and pain. Pain pain pain pain pain. The scream makes my chest hurt worse. “I- I literally am going to die alone…” my voice breaks and crumbles. “Never even got a chance to properly tell ‘er…” All I can think about is her. Is she dead? Dying? Suffering? Maybe she was captured, maybe she escaped, I hope she’s safe.

Snow falls, the sun hidden behind clouds, I sit under that same oak tree, the leaves gone and dead. She looks down at me, her soft lips turning up into a light smile.. She stands in front of me, her hands hidden behind her back“I got you something for Valentine’s Day!” She happily announces.

My heart stops and I look up, her smile seeming to trigger my own. The crumpled letter in my pocket suddenly seeming realistic. I forget to respond. My brain asks a million questions…

“You okay?” She asks me, slightly concerned. “Sorry if that’s weird!“ she apologizes.

“Oh- nonono! I’m just surprised! Can I see what ya’ got for me?” I backtrack- sounding weirdly soft. Just like she is.

“Oh okay-“ her smile returns. “No actually I don’t think you should see the thing I got specifically for you-“ she comments sarcastically while moving to hand me the gift. I laugh slightly at the sarcasm. It’s a small box with purple-pink wrapping paper. we’re both quiet as she holds out the box, I stare at it. My heart suddenly deciding it actually wants to be an F-1 racer. “Here!” She shoves the box into my hands.

“thanks…” I open the box silently, careful to not rip the wrapping paper. Inside the box, there’s a little crocheted version of me, holding little white, red and burgundy paper roses. She looks down at me expectantly. I could cry- the amount of- how much time did this take? The little me is accurate- down to my favorite shirt- down to the one streak of blonde in my hair from me backing out of getting high-lights after the hairdresser had already done one. Down to my lop-sided smile. “Th- thank you- I.. wow.”

“You’re welcome!” She Exclaims as she plops down on the ground in front of me. The ground is only slightly covered from the fresh snow. “You like it right?” She looks at my face, I probably look like I’m about to ball my eyes out- but I’m really happy.

“I f- fucking love it. Seriously..” I can barely get the words out. “How’d you even do this- I don’t hardly let you take pictures of me!” I ask her.

“Oh, I used an old reference. Nothing crazy.” She answers, a little quieter than usual.

“You okay?” I looked at her, I noticed she was looking down at the ground.

She stays silent, looking at the ground still. “Look, Sky, I-“ She stuttered. uncharacteristically she looked nervous. Silence follows, she glances at me, and then the ground. Her nervousness starting to rub off on me. “I really enjoyed making that for you.” She exhales

I-

“-u- ar-“ I hear someone. “Righ- right?“ I realized I had passed out. My vision focuses fairly quickly. I see someone. They have long brown hair. Limping and holding their side. I smell blood. “Are you alright-“ Her. She grabs my shoulders. I feel someone. the pain comes back. I see her face. It’s bloodied and tear streaked. “You’re not alright-“ Her voice doesn’t just break. It shatters. A sob racks through her. “Y- you’re alive though.”

“A-“ I choke on my blood, blood spits up and I cough.

“Shhh- shhh…” she soothes me, though it sounds strained and painful as she sits next to me.

I look at her stunned. She’s here- Tears well in my eyes. “Aur- rora-“ my throat and lungs burn trying to push the words out. But I get them out. I know the situation. People are dead, I’m bleeding out and based off of the wound in her gut, she is too. If there was help to get she would have gotten it. “We’re not o- okay..” I look at her, her normally soft lip broken open and bleeding. She shouldn’t be beautiful with a black eye, bloodied lip and broken nose. But she is.

“I know..” she looks at me, her eyes still find a way to be bright. For a moment, the pain stops and it’s just her. Just us. And I’m okay with that. “let’s, just. sit here…” she smiles sadly. And I could cry. I could sob and sob into her already tattered and bloody shirt. But I smile too. Her smile, even with all the pain, is still bright. Still warm. Still real. I take my good hand, and hold hers in mine.

She scoots closer to me, and I rest my head on her shoulder. Everything hurts but it’s fading, I feel light.

“Remember Valentine’s Day..? 2 years ago.” She asks, her voice quiet.

“Y-yeah..” I force the words out. My throat still sore. That’s probably one of my favorite days. She gave me a gift and then she took me shopping. We both watched the sunset while sitting on her roof even though it was cold the whole day she still managed to make me feel warm. Just like now.

“I did enjoy making the little you.” She repeats, and I smile, I love that thing, it sits on my night stand, still holding the little roses. “But there was- there’s something else.” Her voice goes soft, like she’s out of breath and nervous and I feel her heart rate speed up. I still feel soft, the pain almost completely fading, my heart rate slowing. Normally I would feel scared. Something’s wrong. “Since we’re dying…” she pauses, I notice her breath hitch as if she’s trying not to cry. “Since we’re dying here, I wanted to tell you what it is.” She wraps her arm around my shoulder. “You still with me?” She sounds scared.

“Ye- yeah I a- am..” my voice is weak and breathy but there. Nothing hurts. I feel tired, but I love this girl so I'm going to listen to her.

“Okay, look, Sky. Sky I love you.” She practically vomits. For second, I’m back. She loves me? I start to cry. all that time I had thought she didn’t. She loves me?! I smile.s,I long and crying is a weird combo. But near as weird as the situation. We’re dying and I’m crying and she loves me. I love her too I love her so much- so so so much-

“I love you- I love you too Aurora.” My throat hurts again but I don’t even care. My voice breaks and I sob. I hear sobbing other than my own, it’s hers. She’s sobbing,

“Please don’t- don’t leave me…” Aurora squeezes me. I start to fade again. My head feels light. I keep crying. I’m sad. No.. happy? I’m happy. I love her. She loves me. We both are here and alive so why am I crying? She’s crying.

“I love you.” I repeat. Not fully understanding. But knowing. I love this girl.

“I lov- I love you too Sky.” She hugs me. Sobbing.

“I’m tired.” I tell her, feelin light and relaxed. She’s hugging me she loves me she’s here and so am I.

“Me too.” Aurora’s voice is quiet. She tries to stop crying, she looks so sad. I wish I could help her.

“Can- can we just sleep?” I ask. Maybe if we rest she won’t be sad.

She sadly smiles. I love her smiles. “Yeah. Yeah we can.”

#sams love of fiction #wlw

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futurequibblerjournalist · 3 months ago

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I really really hope it's alright if I ask like,,, a 2n1

So 1st of all if Charity is like as obsessed w her friends as you make it sound,, do u think she's ever introduced them to Igor or vice versa?? If so what do you think it was like??

And for pt2 electric boogaloo LOL um I would really like to hear about your Avery :33 I hope thats alright

Aghhhh sorry for so many words and like,,,, anons,,,, you're literally flooded Nd I feel so bad for making more AGHH but I just love your blog

-Weed Anon LOL 🍃

Tw: talk of alcoholism and eating disorders further down.

You can ask all you'd like I promise I'm loving all the questions!! I feel very Debbie Ryan tucking hair behind her ear knowing you like my blog so much vjfnbjgnb

I don't think there's a universe where Charity doesn't introduce Igor to her friends. Perhaps a little sooner than she should sometimes too. I think they all react quite differently too.

Wilhelm would be all “oh my god you’ve got a boyfriend how exciting!” and then seconds later he’s all “is he really good for you though? Such a violent brute, if I were you I’d be worried he’d hurt me! What a horrible thought!” We’ve already established that Wilhelm and Igor do not get along and Igor would hate hate hate to have to be near him.

Aurora would be excited on her behalf but it would be very lowkey. She also doesn’t get the whole congrats on relationships sort of thing but she’d be happy that Charity is happy. I’m not sure how they’d react to each other, honestly I don’t think Aurora would say a whole lot to him but she’d have a little chat with Charity later on.

Severus already knows Igor, they’ve got a weird kind of friendship in a similar way as to how Severus and Charity has a bit of a weird sort of friendship as well. Severus got assigned to be Igor’s little transfer student buddy when he first got to Hogwarts and the two just sort of chill around each other tho Igor does annoy Sev more times than not lmao (I also have thoughts about these two in the context of shipping them soooo if you ever wanna hear about that ask me about crownest lmaooo). I’m not sure he’d care all that much but perhaps he might be in the group of surprised people because like,, look at them lmao

I don’t imagine Bruce to be particularly close with Charity so I don’t see him getting directly introduced though I do see him sharing a dorm room with Edmund and Edmund being the little complaining bitch he is would totally mention it. He’d probably be in disbelief at first and second he’d be a bit jealous because anyone with eyes can see that Charity is gorgeous though I doubt the feeling would last

Edmund is an interesting case. Charity thinks they’re besties but in reality Edmund has a fear for women and he would really just like to avoid Charity. She just doesn’t let that happen. Edmund also does not care for Igor. He thinks he’s stupid and obnoxious and loud and it’s incredibly unfair that Severus now shares a room with him after being assigned as his little Hogwarts buddy because Severus shared a room with Edmund first!!! (My all time favourite Sev ship is Sev and Edmund and with crownest also being a thing sometimes,,, well, let’s just say Edmund sometimes had a lot of reasons to not like Igor). Edmund’s main reaction to being told they’re dating is just “and I should care.. why??” Charity would giggle and say he’s silly and pat his shoulder and Edmund would wiggle off to the Slytherin showers like some worm while considering if he should burn the part of his uniform that she touched.

Look at this super fun sexy segue into the second question. Very mindful very demure.

My Edmund is to put it lightly a little bitch lmao. There’s so much to him. He’s a homophobic homosexual who’s engaged to an equally homophobic lesbian. He’s afraid of women and yet considers himself so much better and purer because he’s abstained from being with one for so long.

He grew up an only child in a Jewish home and he is a complete mummy’s boy. He copied his father in every way possible and he’s the spitting image of the man except for his mother’s light hair and her eating disorder. He dresses like he’s from a time twenty years ago and he speaks like he’s from the 1800s. He calls his fiancee a church bell and probably also a hedge-creeper. He wore round glasses and his hair slicked back like his father’s and his body is riddled with beauty marks. Picture Harold Lloyd with beauty marks and you’ve got him honestly.

He thinks he’s better than everyone else. Like the slippery little snake he is he constantly manages to escape trouble. His father has taught him that you are only as powerful as those you associate with and Edmund sticks to that so much!! This is seen in canon with how he evades getting thrown in Azkaban by claiming he was under the imperius case and getting away with it. Only when Voldemort rises again does he return to him because now power is once again within reach. It’s unknown whether or not Edmund escapes the second war without getting captured but I would not be surprised if he did.

It’s also noted in canon that he had an evil sense of humour seen with how he and Bruce tormented Mary together to the point of Lily bringing it up to Severus. In his adult life he’s cowardly and weak and slightly incompetent though I don’t think these are his only traits. I think those are just the ones that come out when he’s in a situation where he’s under pressure. Interestingly both Sirius and Lily have spoken about him with less disdain than they have for his remaining friends which makes me assume they does not consider him as much of a threat and perhaps more so a bother which honestly I think is so funny.

His favourite subjects in school were Arithmancy and Ancient Runes and he was an obnoxious know it all when it came to both. He’s got the most horrendous unreadable cursive writing that he got from his father and Slughorn curses to himself every time he’s got to correct his homework. He would carry around thick books everywhere he went and the fact that this kid was considered popular in any capacity is wild, but he had an aura of confidence and entitlement that allowed him to get away with much more than he should have been able to.

He was a whiny child, always sticking to his mother’s side rather than playing with other children despite his father having plenty of friends with kids he could have played with. He’d rather drink tea with his mummy or play in the pool with her. He hated getting dirty and still does and would come crying to his mother after getting a paper cut as if someone had chopped off part of his finger. He remained close with his mother for all of her life but their relationship was tainted by her alcoholism as he grew older and realised what was going on. Still, he named his first daughter after her.

And then there’s his relationship with Severus and his homosexuality of course which is,, oof that’s a whole other bag of worms. Maybe we’ll come back to that cause oh boy I’ve done it again this is so long lmao. Maybe once I’ve found a shipname for these two we can come back to them I can’t keep calling them emofaggot and calling it a day lmaoooo

Thank you so much for the asks and the kind words!!

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stevebabey · 2 years ago

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Hello!!! Pls consider: crashing Steve’s place post date, being too tired to take your makeup off and him volunteering to help, rooting through his mothers supplies to find the right stuff. He would be very gentle and considerate, and would kiss your nose when finished

anon i am CONSIDERING IT SO HARD!! i lub him so hard u don’t even know.

it actually starts with him watching you do your routine in the bathroom, just hanging in the doorframe and watching u fondly through the reflections in the mirror — he originally was there to complain that u were taking too long (whinger) but instead, he finds it really soothing to watch you unwind bit by bit, to see and appreciate the natural kind of beauty you have beneath ur pretty date-night makeup. he is both mystified and delighted at how soft ur skin is after it all, when he dots kisses on either cheek

but tonite, you’re not back at ur place, with all your stuff, the two of you end up winding back at steve’s place instead :) the sillay round of mini golf he’d taken you to ended up taking way longer on the basis of how stubborn he was on the final hole— INSISTING he could make the strange trick-shot they always have (he didn’t. the employee had to ask u both to leave after steve kept re-stealing the golf balls to give it another go) so you’re tuckered out and honestly fully prepared to crawl into steve’s sheet, makeup and all but stevie won’t let you :(

he drags you into the bathroom and makes you sit on up the counter, merely kissing away any pouting protests u might have— then disappears for a bit. when he comes back, he’s got a strange combination of bottles and flannels in his hand and he just DUMPS em all on the counter and is like ok :) i think i have all the stuff i’ve seen u use before :) and you hadn’t even known he had noticed what you use and what u don’t, and suddenly it’s a little easier to stay awake and let your boyfriend take care of you :’)

you’re expecting that he’ll be a bit rough, especially considering the way he shakes the makeup remover out of the bottle a bit violently- but the moment his hands are anywhere near your face, they’re slow nd gentle. ‘close your eyes, sweetheart,’ he murmurs, cupping the other side so to keep you still & you oblige gladly, unable to stop ur smile. he’s gentle, so gentle, tiny awkward wipes as he tries to figure out the best way to go about it — it takes a whole extra 10 minutes than when ur usually doing it but you don’t even mind bcos he’s being so considerate and all — he puts on some fancy moisturiser that smells so good, ‘it’s my moms :) but she won’t notice, don’t worry :)’

and when he’s all finished, he gives each of your eyelids a tiny kiss and then gives you one on the tip of your nose and grins when you smile because of it. then drags his hands down your shoulders, down your arms, til he’s holding your hands in his n says, ‘okay, now bedtime for your highness?’ and ur like har har, yes please actually pls carry me and you know what? he still does it cos he’s that whipped for u

#BOYFRIENDISM !!! HE INVENTED #anon i love u and i love this idea #steve sniffs every product before he uses it #sneezes at least 4 times #puts a little on himself :)#tried to check the ingredients but gave up after 2 seconds #HEHEHEHE #stevie thoughts <3 #ruby talks #asks #answered #anon

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every-bad-thing · 2 years ago

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Ghosts Are Boring

(Exitmanned, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons) The world is shattered by the revelation that ghosts are real. It's confirmed by everyone, from respected scientists to noted politicians to prominent social media influencers. They all report the same thing. Ghosts really do exist and, what's more, they're extremely common. It is very like there are at least six ghosts within ten feet of you right now, maybe more.

This, of course, has wild implications, one of which being that life after death has been definitively proven. The specific nature of this afterlife, or even whether this is the only one, is completely unknown, but the fact it exists at all leaves everyone shocked.

But even more shocking than their existence was their wide array of industrial applications. It didn't take long to develop technology to control them, and soon ghosts were vital to the world economy. The souls of the dead, it turned out, were a superior source of energy—abundant, clean-burning and portable. A single one could power anything, from a phone to a building, for years at a time before dissipating. A few thousand, compressed together in a tight enough chamber, can power a city. Ghosts also make the best computer processors. When bound into a chip and exposed to a current, a ghost is capable of making complex calculations much faster than any silicon unit. Scientists explain this is likely because of quantum entanglement taking place on a sub-atomic level, but aren't completely sure. What they do know, however, is that ghosts in the machine enable practically infinite memory and processing power, which allows science to advance dramatically.

Certain spirits can even be used in manufacturing, mining and other physical jobs. While poltergeists—ghosts capable of affecting objects in the living world—are less common, there are still millions of them around the world available for work. Soon poltergeists are not haunting creepy mansions or suburban television sets. They are bound to assembly lines, producing finished products all day and all night. They wander the streets, picking up garbage thrown out by the living. They wash dishes and mop floors and unclog toilets. But they do not, under any circumstances, haunt.

And--because of course--military forces around the world use ghosts in a variety of inhuman weapons of war. Reserved for these purposes are the most vengeful of spirits, the most violent, the most hateful. They are dropped from planes onto enemy armies or, more commonly, civilian populations. If you've ever seen a horror movie, you know what their effect is.

( "Navajo power plant" by bass_nroll is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0. ) No one knows what the ghosts think of all this, or if they can even think at all. Few have ever bothered to ask, and for the ones that did the only answers they seem to get back are “OoooOoo!” or “AaaaaaAhhhhhh!” or “Uuuuuhhhhoooo.” One person with a Ouija board said a ghost told him “My soul has been chained to this Earth, please release me for my existence has become one of unending misery and pain” but no one has ever been able to replicate the result and the incident faded into the realm of urban legend.

Ghosts in this world are many things. They are a vital economic resource. They are essential to public infrastructure. They are an intense field of academic study. They are not, however, mysterious, spooky, scary, magical or even remotely cool anymore. They have become as mundane as garbage trucks, air conditioners and aspirin. To be interested in ghosts now is akin to being really, really into stamp collecting. Ghosts are boring.

Which isn't to say it's all running smoothly forever.

It is estimated that 121 billion people have lived and died in the entire history of our species. Of those 121 billion people, scientists calculated that around 39 percent have become ghosts. If this is correct, that means there are about 47 billion ghosts in the world. This is, to be sure, a lot of ghosts. But it is also finite. The world realizes this only after ghosts became essential the world economy. By the time the problem of “peak ghost” is taken seriously, it is believed there are only about 14 billion ghosts left.

Technological advance does much to make ghosts more efficient, but this doesn't solve the problem. People seem to be meeting increased efficiency with increased consumption. Like, ghosts to power cars become very cheap, so people start driving more, thus canceling out the gain. This effect is found everywhere it's figured out how to do more with less. People just... Do even more than before.

World governments, plus a few corporations that may as well be governments, met to discuss the issue. The main problem was that the supply of ghosts wasn't really increasing. Sure, a few thousand people here and there would die and become ghosts, but those were just a drop in the bucket. They needed more, much more. They decide on a drastic solution.

By now the process behind which someone becomes a ghost is pretty well understood. They need either some sort of unfinished business or a particularly traumatic death. The problem is that, with ghosts raising the standard of living far beyond what had ever before been achieved, there are very few people who die in such circumstances. It is decided that this is what must change.

A new order is instituted. Before death, everyone must report to their local Spectral Conversion Center to be traumatically euthanized. Failure to do so results in steep fines for the loved ones who survive them. The program is considered a success: 89 percent of those processed become ghosts, which are then sold to businesses for any number of purposes. The only ones who avoid this fate are the very wealthy, who are allowed to pass on in peace to wherever it is they go when they die.

But for everyone else? The question of happens to you when you die has been now definitively answered. And the whole world suffers for it.

#short story #short horror #ghosts #industralization #afterlife

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pinkfey · 2 years ago

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shoh thoughts because i can’t shut up about anything ever

mc has chemistry with everybody.. harem when

the worldbuilding is fun!! not too many infodumps and generally easy to follow for first timers

it’s a v fun sandbox nd i’m enjoying playing around w ideas <33 still haven’t picked my fav LI !!

but i have two big ish shoes

i find the choice to lock nonbinary mcs out of romances...... odd.. anyone can be attracted to nb ppl it's not about sexuality u know?? i tried poking around the blog to see if maybe it was addressed n all i found was an ask which acknowledged but ignored the criticism.. strange !! peculiar !! suspect !!

i wish there was more diversity :// of the three ambiguously brown characters we get, ayla is constantly framed as violently hotheaded while chase, the one brown man, is a thief. i just think that’s a little hard 4 me 2 ignore !! as much as i love their characters and know they’re three dimensional i think they veer a little too stereotypical in a cast of mostly white companions. i’m also not sure the huge theme of racial oppression is handled best when it comes to tallys…. but this is just my onion 🧅

i don’t feel like this is glaringly harmful like, 4 example, twc, just a little careless !! so i’m taking it all w a pinch of salt 🧂 i’m still enjoying the game, i just wish some things were different

#i’ll put this under a cut bc i don’t want to be a hater or like. look too far into things.#i also feel like i can’t not point this out bc i’m so late to the party idk if it’s ever been talked abt before !!#it would bug my conscience a bit #but yes :) nuance !!#anyways.txt

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whereareroo · 9 hours ago

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THE ELECTION

WF THOUGHTS (11/13/24).

Election Day was more than a week ago, and I’ve completed my therapeutic bike ride. It’s time for me to talk about the presidential election. Stick with me.

Before I begin, I want to make one thing perfectly clear. I am not upset about the fact that a Republican won the election. You’d be hard-pressed to find two Republicans more conservative than Mitt Romney and Liz Cheney. Even though I disagree with their policy positions, I’d be totally fine if either of them were president. (In fact, because I was disappointed with Obama and I believed that Mitt could do a better job, I voted for Romney in 2012.) I’d also be fine if many other Republicans won the White House. I’m thinking about people like Nikki Haley, Chris Christie, Marco Rubio, Condoleeza Rice, John Kasich, Brian Kemp (governor of GA), Chris Sununu (governor of NH), Doug Burgum (governor of ND), Mike DeWine (governor of OH) and Larry Hogan (ex-governor of MD). I could give you a bigger list. You probably get my point.

Why would I be OK with any of the above? There are two key reasons. First, they’re all reasonable people who are decent, honorable, and dignified. Secondly, they all believe in democracy, the Constitution, and the American system of government. Every president needs to deal with tough issues and problems that were unknown at the time of the election. I want those decisions to be made by a reasonable person who has good character and sound judgment. In all circumstances, I want a president who respects and honors the American system of democracy. Despite its warts, our system of democracy is the best form of government that has ever existed. It should be cherished and preserved- -especially by our president.

I’m upset about the fact that America has returned Donald Trump to the White House. My concern isn’t that Trump is a Republican. My concern is that Trump is Trump. He’s not a man of high character, and he’s never been a man of high character. He’s not decent, honorable, or dignified. He has no judgment. Everybody in America (and the world) knows that he’s a deranged narcissist and a psychopathic liar. When making decisions his own self-interest is his primary- -and perhaps only- -consideration. Due to his extreme narcissism and his limited experience in the public sector, he has no concept of the public interest or the common good. In addition to these flaws, Trump has proven that he doesn’t believe in the Constitution or the American system of government. He only respects electoral outcomes, and the voice of the people, if he wins. To improve his chances of winning, he actively engages in voter suppression, voter intimidation, and election fraud. When he lost in 2020, he refused to accept that result and, by orchestrating a violent attack on the Capitol, he attempted to overthrow the democratically elected government. Like a dictator, he believes that all federal power should be exercised by the president. He does not think that the president should be answerable to, or limited by, the legislative branch or the judicial branch. He believes that he is above the law. In short, Trump doesn’t believe in democracy and he seeks to topple our democracy. His role models are dictators. Dictators are dangerous. Based upon his character flaws and his love for authoritarianism, Trump shouldn’t be allowed to set foot in the White House. I’m heartbroken that my fellow Americans have given Trump another chance to ruin the country. I think he will do massive damage.

The reelection of Trump makes me angry at all Americans. If you voted for Trump, I’m angry at you because you decided to value some policy concern above Trump’s obvious unfitness for office. To advance your own self-interest, you put the whole country at risk. Shame on you. If you opposed Trump’s reelection, I’m angry at you (and myself) for not finding a way to persuade others that protecting America from Trump is more important than any policy issue. We’ve failed ourselves, our families, our children, our friends, and our nation. More than a million people have died in the defense of our democracy. We should be ashamed. Our job was to lead our neighbors, through the use of nonconfrontational communication about the facts, to the conclusion that Trump was dangerous. We failed. America will never be the same.

I think it’s important to say that my anger, and my disappointment, is based on the facts. That’s why this whole crisis is so frustrating. I’m not relying upon my opinions. I’m relying on facts that were fully visible to everybody. At the risk of boring you, let’s review some of the basic facts.

When Trump came down his golden escalator in 2015 to announce his presidential run, some basic facts about him were widely known. All of his wealth can be traced to a large inheritance from his father. Trump never had a real job outside of the family business. He was a notorious playboy. He filed for bankruptcy six times. Against all odds, he couldn’t even successfully run a casino. He had affairs during his first two marriages, leading to divorce both times. There were rumors that he had been sexually aggressive towards women on multiple occasions. The rumors were so numerous that they were difficult to ignore. Right before the election, Trump was caught bragging in a videotape that he would kiss women without their consent and grab them by their private parts. By historical standards, Trump’s character and track record made him unfit for office. America ignored the historical standards and elected Trump anyway.

After he won the 2016 election, Trump’s bad character remained on full display. In November of 2016, after winning the election and during his preparation to take office, Trump paid $25 million to settle lawsuits related to his fraudulent operation of a private university called “Trump University.” In 2019, Trump was ordered to pay a $2 million fine for fraudulently running his charitable foundation. Also in 2019, Trump was impeached by the House of Representatives for attempting to use taxpayer money to bribe the Ukrainian president into making false accusations against Joe Biden and his son. (Trump was not convicted by the Senate, which requires a two-thirds majority for conviction.) I’m simply reciting the facts. Anybody who participates in fraud and bribery shouldn’t be president. They can’t be trusted. You wouldn’t trust a banker, or financial advisor, or an accountant who had engaged in fraud or bribery. Why would anyone ever put an untrustworthy person in the White House? I don’t get it.

The facts also prove that Trump has consistently surrounded himself with criminals. His campaign chairman (Paul Manafort) went to prison for illegally representing foreign countries. His deputy campaign manager (Rick Gates) went to prison for money laundering and lying to the FBI. Trump’s subsequent campaign manager (Steve Bannon), who later served as a Senior Advisor in the White House, went to prison for violating a subpoena from Congress. Another Senior Advisor (Peter Navarro) also went to prison for defying a subpoena from Congress. Trump’s personal lawyer (Michael Cohen) went to prison for violating campaign finance laws and lying to Congress. One of Trump’s longtime political advisors (Roger Stone) went to prison for obstruction of justice and witness tampering. At Trump’s business, his top executive (Alan Weisselberg) went to prison for tax fraud and perjury. These are only the top level people who went to prison. There are more. How many criminals do you know? Anybody who associates with criminals shouldn’t be president. Trump likes criminals. He behaves like a criminal.

Where were you on January 6, 2021? Trump’s biggest crime was captured on live television. Unhappy with his loss in the 2020 election, Trump sought to overthrow the democratically elected government by orchestrating a violent attack on the U.S. Capitol. For his crimes, Trump was indicted by two different federal grand juries in Washington DC. In a related state case in Georgia, Trump was indicted for unlawfully attempting to change the outcome of an election. Now that he’s been reelected, it’s almost certain that Trump will avoid conviction in those cases. Trump cannot, however, avoid the other legal judgments that have been rendered against him since he left office in 2021. He was convicted of business fraud in New York State court, and he is awaiting sentencing. In Federal Court in Manhattan, a jury found that Trump sexually assaulted and defamed a woman. Trump was ordered to pay $89 million. How could anybody ignore these facts and put this man back in the White House? I’m dumbfounded! I’m shocked. We’ve apparently abandoned all standards related to decency, integrity, and morality. Until Trump, world leaders trusted and respected our presidents. No world leader trusts or respects Trump. That’s dangerous.

I’ll give you one final point to prove Trump’s bad character. Trump is a notorious liar. Aware of that fact, during Trump’s first term the Washington Post kept a running count of Trump’s false or misleading statements. Do you want to guess the four year total? It was a whopping 30,573 lies . That’s a ton of lies. It’s dangerous to have a liar in the White House. Trump has no relationship with the truth. To win in 2016, his big promises were to “build the wall,” “lock Hillary up,” and “repeal Obamacare.” He didn’t keep any of those promises. Why would any voter think that Trump will keep his promises this time? Over and over again he’s proven that he’ll say anything to get attention and generate chaos. In light of the facts, it’s shocking that this deceitful and dishonorable man is president again? Doesn’t anybody care about the facts?

Let’s put Trump’s terrible character aside and focus on the other central reason that he shouldn’t be president. He doesn’t believe in democracy. At a minimum, he’s an authoritarian. Some say that he’s a fascist. Once again, let’s put opinions aside and look at the facts.

The facts surrounding January 6th prove that Trump is an authoritarian. He views himself as a dictator. Even though he lost the election and all of his lawsuits to challenge the election, he believed that he was entitled to stay in office. His goal was to overthrow the government. He called a mob to Washington, brainwashed them into a frenzy, and told them to storm the Capitol to stop the certification of Joe Biden’s win. Pleased with himself, as the violence unfolded Trump watched everything from the dining room near the Oval Office. Even after he was told that the life of his vice president was at risk, Trump did nothing to stop the violence. He wanted the mob to succeed. After the mob failed, Trump issued a statement saying that he “loved them” and that they should “go home.” For the second time, a week before his term expired, the House of Representatives impeached Trump for “incitement of insurrection.” Trump escaped conviction in the Senate because many Senators believed that it wasn’t possible to impeach an ex-president. Many people thought that was the end of the dictator’s political career. Not me. Dictators don’t go away.

Do you want more proof that Trump is an authoritarian who seeks to be a dictator? He loves dictators. He openly praises them as role models. He loves Putin of Russia, Xi Jiping of China, Kim Jong Un of North Korea, and Viktor Orban of Turkey. Even though they’re all technically directly or indirectly elected, he loves how they stay in power forever. He loves how they control the media in their countries. He loves how they view any opponent as “the enemy.” He loves how they use the police and the military to control “the enemies from within.” All of this is factual. Trump openly talks about this stuff all the time. He views the press as an enemy. He views his opponents as enemies. During his recent campaign, achieving revenge against his enemies was a major theme. Trump spoke about using the police and the military against the “enemies from within.” This is scary stuff. This is how democracy dies and dictatorships begin.

I’m upset about the election because we’ve arrived at a very dangerous place. In about two months, there will be a madman in the White House. He’s already tried to overthrow the government. He’ll try again. His thirst for power is limitless. He has a psychopathic need to continuously aggrandize himself. He believes that he is above the law and not subject to ordinary democratic principles. His political machine is stronger than ever, and he now has two additional advantages:

1. Trump has learned that to consolidate his power he needs to fill his administration with people who are loyal to him AND NOT loyal to the Constitution. As an example, take a look at his cabinet choices for Attorney General, Director of National Intelligence, and Secretary of Defense. These are key positions. None of the candidates are qualified. Trump prefers unqualified people. They don’t get in his way. All of the candidates are 110% loyal to Trump personally. That’s all that matters to Trump. They’ll be loyal to him, and follow his commands, no matter what. These are folks who are willing to ignore the law and the Constitution. That’s how dictators work.

2. Trump has been the major political force in America for 10 years. He’s exhausted his opposition. Many of his opponents are giving up the fight. Dictators thrive when the people stop fighting.

My nightmare is that this is the beginning of a dictatorship in America. I think my nightmare will become reality. Trump will rule for 4 years. He may not leave office. If he does, the next “president” will be Donald Jr. He will rule until 2037. The Trump machine appears to be unstoppable. It’s continually gaining strength. America will never be the same. My children and grandchildren will be forced to endure an America that bears no resemblance to my America, my parent's America, or my grandparent’s America. That breaks my heart.

Let me close with a word to those who voted for Trump because you believe that he’ll do good things for your personal pocketbook. Take a look at the economies in Russia, China, North Korea, and Turkey. Corruption is rampant. The government controls everything. Most of the wealth is concentrated in the hands of oligarchs who have personal ties to the dictator. Dictators don’t care about improving the standard of living for the middle class, the working class, or the poor. If people are struggling economically, they’re less of a threat. They don’t have the time or resources to organize a movement seeking economic fairness. Trump will follow the dictator playbook. You’re dreaming if you believe that a Trump regime will care about improving the economic lives of everyday people. We’re on the road to an economy that will resemble other dictatorships.

Now you know where I stand. The picture is bleak. It’s the bleakest picture of my lifetime. I’m not giving up, but I am taking a break from all of this. I need to reenergize. I suggest that that you take a break too. Let’s keep our eyes open and watch every development. By January of 2026, at the end of the first year of this Trump term, we’ll see where we stand and come up with a new plan to save America. It might be hopeless, but we need to keep fighting. I will not be addressing these issues again until January 21, 2026.

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dead-loch · 1 year ago

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Probably nobody but me is gonna be interested in this but I was thinking about rewatching OFMD S1+2 and compiling every shitty/problematic/abusive thing characters do, and whether or not I think (from context and my own experience) the person was doing the thing intentionally and maliciously or if I believe it falls under the “hurt people hurting people” umbrella.

I’m neurodivergent and have experienced both abuse within my family and abuse within a romantic relationship. Being nd means I don’t always read people correctly so obviously this foray would not be infallible but it’d be an interesting way to watch (particularly as it would force me to actually fully watch the episodes rather than have them playing while I do other things) AND my primary motivation is that in a lot of discourse people seem to think that every character (except their fav) is doing these shitty things completely intentionally (so like there’s a specific goal they want to reach and they’re pushing people around them in that direction no matter what) and I honestly don’t believe that’s fully true in every situation.

As an example, I don’t believe Izzy was only looking out for himself or that he was being malicious specifically towards Ed in S1 when he’s holding onto the Blackbeard persona at the expense of the real person underneath. I think he genuinely was doing what he thought was best, informed by several years with Ed. It’s been established that Ed can jump from one interest to another in the blink of an eye, and from the crew’s attitude, I think Izzy learned how to keep him focused— the issue was that Ed was very serious about wanting/needing a change, and so Izzy holding on tighter and tighter this time causes them to fracture.

As another example, when Ed is cutting off toes and torturing the crew, obviously a lot of that is because of what happened with Stede but I think it’s also Ed going “isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this what you asked for?” because it literally is what Izzy asked for. In this world, they’re made (in)famous for being violent (we see this at the end of S2 with Stede too) and no one speaks up against it because a) scary Blackbeard but also b) it’s seen as normal/necessary. I think we can all basically agree that most situations where one person is cutting off another’s toes is pretty fucked. But again, this has been established as a “normal” form of punishment. It doesn’t make it okay but it does mean that I can’t say “Ed did this because he hates Izzy specifically and wants to abuse him, therefore Ed is a monster”.

Idk I just feel like I’m losing my gd mind as read these very simplistic takes that one or the other is the ultimate abuser and all-around monster when it’s simply just not fucking true. If you guys need characters to hate I’d say go watch Rick and Morty but even there I can see the nuance and the humanity amongst the … everything else lmao. Oh, maybe watch The Boys? That one dude is so abhorrent it almost makes me hate the actor (except I don’t because it’s, yknow, a tv show. Not real. Fiction.)

#ofmd

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Random person here…? Nice to see you’re aggressive and violent for no reason and that your viewpoint is skewed by someone who probably just saw alternatives to making your life better.

I’ll go to bat for the random person you hate talking about since they didn’t care to bother using tumblr. I don’t see ways of them to contact you or try getting with you, and even then the fact that you’re talking after what seems like 8 months implies that you’re someone who’s incapable of letting go of drama and problems that you yourself probably don’t understand. The person probably just wanted to wish you well because some people actually aren’t shit people. They’re people leveraged by circumstance to feel inclined to be a particular way. I hope if you were in the same spot as someone else who was never understood or portrayed as this figure of hate that you would shout humility in the face of all the intent set against my you. Like a regular adult would.

this is so crazy bc the way youve been wording things makes it sound like youve been around long enough to miss my blog enough to write me these cute little asks, so you just have to know that i literally do not care about your thoughts and opinions on my personal life and how i go through my life . you would know that if youre here to be a "good guy" or try to change my mind on anything you are in the very wrong place . a regular adult does not sit on their ass and send long-winded messages of disgust or whatever to people they dont know, regular adults post about their thoughts and feelings on their blogs, like me ! :D if you wanna side with the asshole who made me say something like that, literally be my guest . i hope youre both utterly fucking miserable together and cry yourselves to sleep every night wondering where you went wrong .

PS i never unblocked him . but people can make new tumblrs, people can buy vpns nd shit its not completely out of this world insane for me to believe some ominous anon is my weird toxic ex . please cry harder .

#asks #anon #laughing the whole time i type this

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rantingfactory · 1 year ago

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Yes of course there is so much more to the issues, not much room for the whole 3000 years in a 2 minute tic tok. but this is like the cliff notes sumary. Israel wants peace, hamas goes roar. Attacks violently and Israel follows by kicking Ass and gaining more land. This time Israel has given up on any 2 state solution though. Finally learned it is not possible.

The pro Palestinian movement let’s see what is their goal , they shout “from the river to the see palestine will be free. “ So from the River is the Jordan River and the sea is the Mediterranean Sea. So what they’re really advocating for the eradication of Israel in its entirety

For the record Palestine gained independence already. Israel left Gaza and the west bank 2005 Hamas was elected and they went full attack mode anyway even destroying Gaza, which was given to them as a beautiful prospersous land. With all the aid money Hamas leaders stole , damn it could have been wonderful.

See back to the Roarrr. Hamas dug up water pipes and used that to make Rockets to attack Israel. They turned the beautiful land into a trash can.

No hate to you btw LOL.

This is probably the best explanation for that scary anti Israel propaganda map being thrown around. Please spread this around because people lack some critical thinking skills and the ability to just ask simple questions. They see this map and they don’t even think to ask for context. If you don’t know a lot about a particular topic and look at this image, it really makes Israel look like the aggressor. SO PLEASE SHARE THE TRUTH!

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woundedearth · 2 years ago

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keep thinking about his walking downtown yesterday, i passed an extremely bloody empty tent on the sidewalk in the shade (when it was like 95 fucking degrees). idk what happened or if the person got help and i’m kinda shaken not knowing. this was like 10 minutes from my apartment like i can’t emphasize enough . n e i g h b o r. it makes me so sad and pissed to hear about unhoused people in this part of town getting beaten and robbed not to mention constantly swept by cops. like you talk to people who just cannot fucking catch a break. p*rtl*nd is so genuinely bad right now that i just every time i hear fireworks but we’re definitely living in t*d wh**l*r’s world lmfao

#it felt safer here where the police weren’t actively antagonizing the populace 24/7 in retaliation to the protests #but dude our city is so violent and dismissive of the unsheltered and they’re the ppl most vulnerable to crazy random violence And police #i’m so on edge and expecting the worst all the time lately and not for my sake #oh porgl*nd

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Thank u for my request! Can i have part 2 but with the seniors reaction?

continuation to this post !

venti is immediately pouting. seriously?? you're abandoning him for those yucky first-years? look, he knows all too well the feeling of looking after your cute little juniors. after all, he looked after you too! but this is just too cruel! don't you remember how he guided you and took extra care of you back when you were just a quivering, no-name newbie? he's crushed. crushed, he says! his jam sessions take on a rather dramatic and woeful sound, and his... um, questionable notebooks are filled with lines of mourning and... yeah, let's not talk about that stain.

diluc feels like he's about to snap. you’re testing him, right? how dense can you be to not be able to see the ulterior motives these children have. sneaky little rascals, sending sly smiles his way while they cling to you tight. you poor, naive fool. he knew you were dense, but the fact that you are unable to see through their round eyes and see them as the snickering devils that they are proves his theory right: you need to be locked away.

kaeya is nonchalant on the outside, but inside he’s more than annoyed (and hurt, but he’d rather die than admit it). you don’t look at him with hatred, no, but it’d be nice if you shared that sweet affection you held for the first years with him too. he falters for a moment, before putting himself back together and continuing to trya nd woo you with his sultry voice and knowing smirk. no way he’ll lose you to these pesks!

breathe in. breathe out. it’s zhongli trying to restrain himself from dropkicking these brats. honestly, children these days, no sense of space and respect whatsoever! (no one refrains from pointing out he’s only two years older... is he?) he’s one of the more possessive people out of the bunch, and even though it’s not on paper, it’s basically an unspoken rule to not hog you all to yourself. he’s tried to relay a small underlying threat to xingqiu once, but with his cheeky smile behind a light novel, the boy simply states that no one’s hogging you-- you just like the first years a lot more. zhongli has ordered xiao to try and disrupt any precious time with them, to which the boy had eagerly complied.

nah, childe’s not taking this bs. when he sees you hanging around with those children, he’s picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. he’s pouting, whining, the moment he sets you down. why them? why not him? whenever he crosses paths with the first-years, sparks of passive-aggressiveness fill the air. it’s kind of pathetic (and funny, but you’re not gonna stroke his ego) when he tries to one up literal freshmen when he’s supposed to be the bigger man. his affections and neediness are doubled, and so is his violent tendencies.

itto won’t even notice that you like them more. when he sees you in school, he’s quick to get super handsy no matter who your company is. the first-years can’t even do anything about it, just staring on helplessly as he whines in your ear about the student council or that ‘stupid tengu’ that’s been berating him. they’re convinced you don’t even see him as a senior. but to him-- seniors, juniors, classmates-- they make no difference! you’re his, and that’s all that matters in the end.

+ bonus-- the seniors don’t really mind aether hanging out around you. in fact, they’re his go to for information and updates on your life. aether also doesn’t mind filling them in on the details, whether it’s your scheduled shopping trip with the first-years or how razor napped on your lap today. after all, you are his beautiful senior! it’s only fitting that he’ll relay stories of your beauty to the rest of your worshippers.

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