#thinking about fucking that war criminal again

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Some charges my aunties and uncles carried well into the 90s without pardon or exonneration of any kind:

Substance possession, esp weed, ecstasy, cocaine/crack, meth, etc

Cross-dressing (aka wearing more than the allowed number of "opposite sex clothing items, including undergarments that were not visible)

Solicitacion/suspicion of prostitution (the latter is the charge a trans auntie got for carrying condoms on her to a partner's house, the former charge was both accurate and forced on partners across multiple people in my life)

Vagrancy (got outed during a cruising bust and was evicted/blacklisted from all affordable rentals)

Sexual assault/attempted murder (an HIV + trans adult getting trans panicked)

Public indecency (cruising)

Sexual misconduct in the presence of a minor (had sex in their home while a child was present in the household but not in the room)

This is a non-exhaustive list. Many people I loved who lived queerly through the 1950s-1990s had multiple charges in their past. Few had none.

The goal is to criminalize every path to existence we have, and there is a reason that approach is scary and effective.

It also is absolutely not the all powerful steamrolling force people (on borh sides of the conflict) pretend it is.

I grew up in a thriving community of dykes, faggots, queers, drag queens/kings, intersex folks, and trans people. There were enough of us, even in 1998, to fill a 300 person hall for an AIDS memorial during pesach one year, just in the valley. We lived, we loved, we raised children and families, and we waged a background war for our fucking lives.

It is happening again and for many that will be terrifying. I will not lie to you and tell you not to be afraid or that we will suffer no losses. That 300person hall also had near on 150 empty chairs for the dead that year. But I need people to understand that waging the war only feels scary and overwhelming A) in the beginning when you are not yet sure how to fight, and B) when you are alone, overwhelmed, and feeling helpless in the face of a pressing threat. The rest of the time, you will find that the process of learning effective solidarity and resistance is way faster than you think.

I called my mother on Valentine's day and we talked a bit about what it's like as two queer people across generations, to be back here where we were together in my early childhood, and how my mother feels seeing these conversation return after she got nearly a decade of peace and retirement from activism because she believed it was time to pass the torch. She reminded me of a story she used to tell me when I was little

Mom worked for IBM on some major contracts, and she would sometimes find herself out back with the other engineers for a smoke break. Once, a man started talking about the news updates on AIDS: it was spreading amongst not just IV drug users and queers, but amongst heterosexual middle class folks who had never used or swung or sold or anything. At first the conversation is empathetic to the sick, and mom lets her guard down.

"And then he says "but now it's infecting people who don't deserve it. They called it the Gay Plague back then, you know? And I don't know what happened, but the next thing I remember I'd thrown my cigarette in his face, backed him against a wall, and was snarling "NO ONE has EVER deserved this" and you know. He never said anything like that around me again. I don't know if he changed his mind, but from that moment on, he knew that we were in the room with him, and that was enough to get him to keep his fucking mouth shut. The reason they want us scared is because they want to be able to pretend we're never in the room with them. They want to be able to count on our silence, on our cowering and hiding in self preservation. And I don't blame anyone who gives that because we're surviving here, that's not my place to decide for you. But that was the day I learned that I will NEVER allow them to pretend I'm not in the room again."

Criminalization is a form of liminal expulsion of the undesireable from the shared social perception/narrative. If they can imprison us for our basic existence, they can remove us from the room or make it more likely we hide in the shadows. But this is what we mean when we say that they cannot kill us in any way that matters. Every loss, every death matters, but so does every life lived in silence and shadow. And I cannot emphasize enough how many more of the latter there have been in the world.

So if they want to kill us, we will fill their world with the utopia of the love we find in the dark. If they want to banish us we will live out loud until even they can't escape us. If they want to erase our history, I will personally scream it from every rooftop I have access to.

Liminality is a weapon against us, but it has also always been ours more than it is theirs. We make it, breathe it, and change it with our very being. Never forget that you are the culmination of generations of love, life, and survival. We have seen enough attempts at genocide in the world now to know that the meaning of our lives is not what they make it possible to do to us but what we create to stop them.

If they do start rounding queers up it won’t be with the gestapo, but the police, and the crime won’t be written down as being queer, but public indecency, the indecency being queer in public, but that’s the quiet part no one will say out loud.

[artbyblastweave]

So, both Marvel and DC periodically do "fascist takeover of America" crossover events. The one I read the most of was the 2006-2010 mega-arc spanning Avengers Disassembled and Siege, where the high-profile superheroic fuckups of Avengers Disassembled, Secret War and House of M create the political climate necessary for Civil War, and the subsequent government consolidation of power over superheroes, the regulatory infrastructure created downstream of that, is then directly implicated in Norman Osborn's eventual soft takeover of the American Security State- at least until he overplays his hand and gets curbstomped in the usual status-quo reset manner. On balance I genuinely really liked this arc, which is at least partially down to nostalgia- but part of it is that I very broadly find the whole thing plausible, essentially a four-color and comparatively toothless implementation of the ideas Bendis and Millar were playing with in the Ultimate Marvel sandbox. It raises questions about Superheroic accountability that the really aggressive shooters for that idea can't really weasel out of- accountability to who? You think the fucking Bush Administration should get to sign off on what superheroes can and can't do? The freaks who got millions of people killed in the middle east with a fake-nuke fig-leaf over their hardon for the gun salesmen?

(I call this a toothless implementation because Ultimate Marvel had Bush personally, directly deploy Captain America and company in Iraq. Mainline Marvel gestured at this but, due to the number of authors involved, ended up being a lot more thematically confused in regards to whether they liked the government or not. I like Ultimate Marvel.)

Anyway. The thing about the "fascist takeover of America" plot is that even though it's typically gesturing at plausible real-life concerns- The Military Industrial complex run amok, the NSA with superpowered attack dogs, and so on- it always ends up doing so from within the superheroic idiom in a way that robs the real-life referents of their power. A slick demagogue takes over the government, but that demagogues a conventional supervillain and once you unmask him and punch him out everything is back to normal. The CIA has unleashed an army of killbots but once you destroy the secret killbot factory and arrest five or six people all is normal again in heaven and earth. There's always some inner circle, always some prime mover you can beat to a pulp about it. It's never painted as just the inevitable consequence of a significant chunk of the American populace being subsapient authoritarians who elect a bunch of criminal maniacs to enact an unmanaged suicide of the modern administrative state.

There's an extent to which doing something like this is always going to fall outside of the big-two mandate because going all in on what I'm about to talk about would put so much of a lie to the basic aspirational premise of the thing so as to make it unrecoverable. But a story I'd really like to see is a registration act situation where the superheroes are integrated under government power, it's cool, it's cool, and then over the course of a couple administrations, a couple economic downturns and maybe an adventurist overseas war it very pointedly becomes uncool. Some cornfed fascist slides into the oval office, and there is no genre-specific mitigating element. It's not because of his mind-control powers, it's not because he's a catspaw for a supervillain or an ancient conspiracy. It's just the the proven American propensity for electing evil morons- or possibly the proven American propensity for electing evil genteel politicians, norms-and-civility ghouls who drone strike exactly as many weddings as the evil morons, if not more. And now the political moment has beaten down the gates to the walled fairyland garden of the superheroic cops-and-robbers runaround, and superheroes find themselves being sicced on campus protests and whistleblowers and overseas targets, every other evil exercise of power associated with the cops and the military and the national guard, and there's no smoky backroom you can beat up to ensure a return to normalcy, because this is normal. This isn't what they signed up for. This is exactly what they signed up for.

[tobiasdrake]

Still thinking about Brave New World. I should note that the film had five writers and extensive reshoots after test screenings. It even changed titles at one point during the re-re-rewriting process, originally being Captain America: New World Order. So that explains why there is some jankiness where things it sets up suddenly go nowhere or certain things seem... oddly handled.

Ross is the biggest victim of this, sometimes feeling like he's flipping back and forth between different creative intents for his character from scene to scene.

That being said, I've seen some criticism that the film repeats TFATWS's problem of having Sam take a position of obnoxious centrism, and I don't think that's true. I think Sam takes a very clear and unambiguous position.

It's just that it's not necessarily about what the fandom might be more interested in talking about. Here we go with spoilers.

Sam doesn't engage much with the adamantium treaty in the film. He does briefly engage with it. He takes the position that going to war with Japan over resources would be bad and Ross should not do that.

But Ross is positioned as being in the right about the treaty from the start. He wants to enact a global agreement between nations to share adamantium with the world rather than any one country hoarding it to themselves. It's a startlingly progressive position both for Ross and for the United States, and makes up the bulk of the film's attempts to make us sympathize with what is otherwise a complete fucking monster of a human being.

Sam, for his part, only really engages with the treaty insofar as trying to hold Ross to what few principles the man has and keep him from being provoked into ruining it.

But Sam Wilson's deal in this movie isn't about international treaties for natural resource allocation.

Sam's deal is about a criminal justice system that is disinterested in justice. It weirdly dances around the topic of race; Isaiah Bradley and also four white guys, it's not about race, there were four white guys too gets arrested for a crime he didn't commit and then the four white guys are immediately killed by the villain so we don't have to ever talk about them again. Uh. Okay.

No reason is ever given why they didn't kill Isaiah too. It's like those guys were literally just there to downplay the optics of a black man being arrested and scapegoated for a crime he didn't commit. Arrested, I should note, by a white authority figure who then tells Sam he's not good enough to wear Steve Rogers's mantle and calls him "son".

You can feel one creative intent trying to talk about a thing and another creative intent going "Oh no but this isn't actually THAT. We don't need to talk about THAT, right?" But we kinda do because that is what the movie's about, for Sam.

That is the unambiguous position that Sam takes. From the moment a bunch of cops surround Isaiah with guns drawn and it's really tense because we know just how bad this can go, that is the political space that Sam occupies.

This man has been arrested for a crime he didn't commit, and even when the truth comes to light, the government is going to let him be put to death for it because it's more politically convenient than the truth. That is what the film wants to talk about. You can even see the throughline between what is being done to Bradley and what was done to Sterns.

Sam tries one time to talk to Ross and say, "Hey man, let's actually investigate this thing properly and find the truth." And when Ross responds by throwing a racist tantrum and telling him to go fuck himself, Sam responds in kind and breaks into government facilities to find out what they're going to kill Isaiah to keep hidden.

Sam takes a very clear position. Isaiah is innocent and Sam's getting him out of there whether the government likes it or not. He is determined to expose the truth and hold power accountable.

It's just that it gets lost in the five-scripts-frenzy of Ross's many conflicting interpretations. Ross's racist tirade? Never comes up again. In fact, at one point, one of the writers has Sam stand there and sympathize with him, saying in a moment of pathos that he knows what it's like to be prejudged by people.

Which is a wild position to write into your script. Like. Yeah, being a black man in America, that's the same as people hating you for the many awful crimes you've committed in your rise to political power. Weird thing to have a character say in an awkward bid for sympathy towards Ross's misguided redemption arc.

But Isaiah's innocence? That the government is about to do something abominable to him, and Sam needs to get him out of there no matter what it takes? The film never wavers on that point.

The movie is basically Captain America: Civil War if the fandom got what they wanted and the Accords were presented front and center above the Bucky story.

[strawberriesforcait]

No because Padmé was crazy for not kissing this man every time she saw him I would have made out with him every time

[yourreddancer]

@doseofcommonsense - tell us you're a heartless soulless Scrooge with all those words. People USED to be able to feed themselves AND their kids on one income.

Then along came Reagan and his rotten policies that drove all the wealth accumulation to the upper 10%!!!!

Read and LEARN!!!

the funny thing is that i don't think younger people - and i mean those under the age of 40 - really have a grasp on how many of today's issues can be tied back to a disastrous reagan policy:

war on drugs: reagan's aggressive escalation of the war on drugs was a catastrophic policy, primarily targeting minority communities and fueling mass incarceration. the crusade against drugs was more about controlling the Black, Latino and Native communities than addressing the actual problems of drug abuse, leading to a legacy of broken families and systemic racism within the criminal justice system.

deregulation and economic policies: reaganomics was an absolute disaster for the working class. reagan's policies of aggressive tax cuts for the rich, deregulation, and slashing social programs were nothing less than class warfare, deepening income inequality and entrenching corporate greed. these types of policies were a clear message that reagan's america was only for the wealthy elite and a loud "fuck you" to working americans.

environmental policies: despite his reputation being whitewashed thanks to the recovery of the ozone layer, reagan's environmental record was an unmitigated disaster. his administration gutted critical environmental protections and institutions like the EPA, turning a blind eye to pollution and corporate exploitation of natural resources. this blatant disregard for the planet was a clear sign of prioritizing short-term corporate profits over the future of the environment.

AIDS crisis: reagan's gross neglect of the aids crisis was nothing short of criminal and this doesn't even begin to touch on his wife's involvement. his administration's indifference to the plight of the lgbtq+ community during this devastating epidemic revealed a deep-seated bigotry and a complete failure of moral leadership.

mental health: reagan's dismantling of mental health institutions under the guise of 'reform' led directly to a surge in homelessness and a lack of support for those with mental health issues. his policies were cruel and inhumane and showed a personality-defining callous disregard for the most vulnerable in society.

labor and unions: reagan's attack on labor unions, exemplified by his handling of the patco strike, was a blatant assault on workers' rights. his actions emboldened corporations to suppress union activities, leading to a significant erosion of workers' power and rights in the workplace. he was colloquially known as "Ronnie the Union Buster Reagan"

foreign policy and military interventions: reagan's foreign policy, particularly in latin america, was imperialist and ruthless. his administration's support for dictatorships and right-wing death squads under the guise of fighting "communism" showed a complete disregard for human rights and self-determination of other nations.

public health: yes, reagan's agricultural policies actually facilitated the rise of high fructose corn syrup, once again prioritizing corporate profits over public health. this shift in the food industry has had lasting negative impacts on health, contributing to the obesity epidemic and other health issues.

privatization: reagan's push for privatization was a systematic dismantling of public services, transferring wealth and power to private corporations and further eroding the public's access to essential services.

education policies: his approach to education was more of an attack on public education than anything else, gutting funding and promoting policies that undermined equal access to quality education. this was, again, part of a broader agenda to maintain a status quo where the privileged remain in power.

this is just what i could come up with in a relatively short time and i did not even live under this man's presidency. the level at which ronald reagan has broken the united states truly can't be overstated.

[cultist-bones]

The best part about the GE fandom is that everyone knows who everyone else is. It's like a little homestead, where once every week or so we build a bonfire and tell stories about our blorbos.

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

sonic the hedgehog tumblr dashboard simulator

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got held up in traffic today cause some noob couldnt drive the fucking loop-de-loop. lmfao fucking coward

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ok but robotnik's kind of a dilf tho

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he's literally a war criminal can we NOT do this tumblr

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@wispgender dont u literally simp for nominatus like who is one to talk

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NOMINATUS ISN'T REAL????

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that you know of

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what

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saw sonic the hedgehog irl once. he showed up at my village, released 30 feral pickys in the town hall, paid the ice cream vendor roughly a thousand rings for a single chili dog, told me not to waste my life worrying about the little things, and then caused a fucking tornado

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THIS WAS A PERSONAL POST GO AWAAAAY

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sucks that sticks the badger hates all technology you know she would do NUMBERS on here

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being an islander be like "are those the kind of eggsplosions i should worry about or the kind of eggsplosions that are gonna repair our crops, fix the economy, and bring my dead grandma back to life"

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being a continenter be like "oh great what primordial diety has risen from the grave to block traffic and fight a 15yo today"

🥭 chao-official

being a chao be like "chao chao chao chao chao"

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you said it my mans

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hold on if sonic the hedgehog is jewish then how is he santa claus

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dont question him

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hey guys real question are human/mobian relationships problematic

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op is about to start the anthro church schism of the fifteenth year all over again

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ok but in all seriousness did your mom never teach you that part of history

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someone doesn't know about the united federations public school system

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what the fuck is a public school

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are we gonna talk about op's chaos radiation fetish

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OP'S WHAT NOW

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ok but am i the only one who thinks that the public school system would be a good idea if handled right? like i know it's traditional to learn from your parents and then experience the world on our own from the ages of 7-13 but like combining all our knowledge and learning together doesnt seem like a bad idea

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bitch that's what the internet is for

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yeah where else am i gonna learn to make infinite chaos emeralds

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"infinite chaos emeralds" that's called the phantom ruby

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everybody on this site has brain damage

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yeah. from the radiation

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caught this today

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if anything happens to this blog i genuinely hope eggman blows us all up as punishment

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Hey guys! Sorry to do this again but rent's a little tight this month :( If we've ever solved a case for you guys or made you guys smile, please consider sending a ko-fi our way! we just need a few rings to get through the month <3

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do we ever talk about that time the sky turned blood-red and shadow the hedgehog's demon dad descended from on high to murder us all and we only barely survived

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shadow fixed it it's fine

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yeah that was like twelve apocalypses ago move on

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kinda wanted to bang black doom tbh

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THE DEVIL???? FROM THE BIBLE????

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yeah. move over gayboy i'm boutta be shadow's new dad

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starting a conspiracy that time hasnt moved since 2006

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why the fuck was i shadowbanned after posting this

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tfw you finally save up enough rings for ice cream and you go outside and get hit by swatbot pieces and the rings just go fuckin everywhere

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so did y'all see that genesis wave or was it just me

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the virgin tweeter "if you use a bad word in the same tweet as the word 'cream' you get obliterated off the site" vs this chad site of "i want to put knuckles back in a microwave"

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BACK????

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ok posting my first fanart to this site pls be nice! <3

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why does tails look like he's always about to say "it fucken WIMDY"

🦊 miles-prower-official

Hello, @emeraldfwuitgummy!

I actually quote that image on a constant basis! Sonic thinks it's hilarious every time. He's quite the fan of memes, and it's nice to get a laugh out of him!

Formally,

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SO WAS ANYONE GOING TO TELL ME THAT TAILS WAS ON THIS FUCKING SITE OR--

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do. do you not know he created tailblr. dude it's in the name lmao

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didn't eggman invent this site???

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THE EGG ABANDONED SCRAMBLR IN ITS TIME OF NEED AND THE FOX RAISED US FROM THE ASHES. YOU WILL NOT DISRESPECT HIM

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Hello, @milfwisp and @veganswatbot!

Very good question! This site was Eggman's until I ate his bones. Thank you for engaging! :D

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[cannibalisticskittles]

writing conflict is always interesting, and this fic seems like it's going to incorporate a much heavier dose of that (+ earlier on) than i'd planned, but. will be fun to explore.

astarion and amity are two chronic people pleasers with extreme but conflicting self-image issues who have A Hell Of A Time being truly genuine. naturally that's going to clash at some point; might as well be early, lmao

amity doesn't get to be angry often (bottles that shit up, normally; got a dozen molotovs-to-be in her mental cabinet, filled with tons of fuel from the things she just pushes down) and so she's. not good at dealing with it when it comes out. and we know astarion gets Real Mean when he lashes out.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Thinking about…Biker!141 AU

Biker!Gaz who turned a hobby into a career on social media. Sometimes he’s dishing out advice and general maintenance tips, while the rest of his videos are straight up thirst traps. He might not say it directly, but he adores the attention. All the thirsty comments are the perfect ego boost. But there’s a pattern, a username that keeps cropping up over and over again. It’s not just anyone. It’s his best friend’s ex, a woman he’s been lusting after for years. She’s liking his posts, and leaving filthy comments. This might be his chance.

Biker!Price doesn’t hate much, but he hates it when people owe him money. And your brother is at the top of his list. With a stacked gambling debt, your brother hands you over to Price with the hope that this might erase or lower the debt. Well, tough shit for your brother. Price is keeping you and not erasing one cent of the debt just to shove it in your brother’s face. Yes, you’re his now, and that isn’t going to change, but you’re a sweet thing…and Price intends to make you his.

Biker!Ghost is the odd one out in his small town. Rumor is that he’s a violent man with a long criminal history that ranges from petty theft to murder. No one will actually verify if it’s true, but they all repeat it like it’s the truth. As the newest addition, everyone you come across tells you to stay away from him even though he’s the only car mechanic in town. But when your cheap ass car breaks down, and not a single godly citizen stops to help, it’s Ghost that rolls to a stop. It’s he that offers you a ride home and promises to have it towed to his shop free of charge.

Biker!Soap is about to be handed the keys to a criminal empire. His father’s clock is ticking, but a war between rivals looms on the horizon. With the possibility of a bloody fight ahead, Soap’s father makes a deal with another rival gang. This one has a marriageable daughter around the same age, and Soap is the eligible bachelor. While he’s single, he’s hardly celibate. He rides fast, fucks hard, and hasn’t thought about having a wife at all. But when you arrive, he meets a fiery thing that would rather scratch his face off than sleep with him. Good luck with that, babe. Soap is about to win you over.

[valuehope]

christie and i have agreed that instead of the way post-sdr2/dr3 ended makoto should've just got to have his rep era instead. thank you for your time

[auroras-void]

Ok I am not normally one to be excited about the democratic party, but something historic just happened and I think us commie leftists should be talking about it.

Kamala Harris has just raised upwards of $50 MILLION, in ONE DAY, in just grassroots donations. (source: https://www.nytimes.com/2024/07/21/us/politics/bidens-exit-democratic-donations.html).

This is an insane amount of money for a political campaign especially given the context of the current election. I'm not an expert and I can't verify this but I believe this is more grassroots money than any candidate has raised this quickly in any country in all of history.

Added with Biden's existing warchest and this more than closes the fundraising deficit the Biden campaign had against trump and then some, even accounting for the post assassination attempt surge. On day ONE.

Money buys elections. This is a big fucking deal. This is the best news we've had in weeks.

Additionally, despite her questionable run as AG and some of her shitty "tough on crime" crap, Kamala still has one of the most progressive voting records in congress. (Source: https://voteview.com/person/41701/kamala-devi-harris) This matters a lot in a race that's going to be about voter turnout, and for those of y'all who have been reluctant to vote Biden due to his mishandling of the war in Gaza, iirc, she was the first person in the Biden Administration to start talking about a Cease Fire.

After being so anxious about Project 2025 so fucking much I actually started getting my passport ready just in case because of the shit about criminalizing trans healthcare, this is easily the most optimistic I have felt about politics in years. To the point I even went ahead and chipped in a few bucks to her campaign despite having like no fuckin money.

I'm even gonna drop the link here for y'all:

https://secure.actblue.com/donate/ads-gs-dd-kdhsearch-july2024?refcode=om2024_ads_gs_240721_kdhexmdonate_dd_us_all_actblue&gad_source=1

We have a shot to claw this back here. It's going to take work, and it's not a guarantee, and it's still not going to be ideal, but there is a reason to be hopeful again.

[aangarchy]

We all saw the post about how insane the boiling rock episodes are from Hakoda's perspective but what about Chit Sang

Like imagine you're a notorious fire nation criminal, you've been in prison for it for about a decade. You like provoking guards, even though it ends with you in a cooler most of the time. You've spent a few years trying to come up with an escape plan but everything you can come up with ends with you falling into a boiling lake so you kind of give up.

Then after having spent the night in a cooler again you walk across the main hall and hear this young man wearing a guard uniform talking about using that same fucking cooler as a boat to go across the boiling lake. Of course you force them to let you join. The plan fails miserably and you end up getting caught. You don't tell the warden anything. You find the teenaged guard again, and now another adult has finally joined, turns out that's the kid's dad. Whomever this kid's dad is must have done something real bad to end up in this prison, and looks like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree seeing his kid is impersonating a guard to free them all, but you don't really have time to figure it all out. You get a new plan, you capture the warden and make it to the gondola. This kid has some serious balls. Halfway there though the gondola gets stopped and the princess of the fire nation runs up to you guys. These kids pissed off the royal family and you're really reconsidering joining these guys because who the fuck pisses off the royal family and lives? Great, you think, that's it, but no those three fucking teenagers you're escaping with all climb the gondola in order to fight her. Absolutely insane. Miraculously you make it off, and escape on the princess's very own war balloon. Again, these kids have some balls.

Then finally you fly away from the prison you spent a decade in, having your first taste of freedom. You ask these kids where we're going and the one in the guard uniform mentions they're flying to the western airtemple ruins to join his friends. Alright fair enough, you don't really get why teenagers would be spending their times in those ruins. In the meantime you've realized the scarred kid is the banished prince of the fire nation, no wonder his sister came chasing after your group. After a few hours you land and you finally set your feet on free ground for the first time in years. You get ready for introductions and the first person to walk up to you is a twelve year old bald kid with tattoos who introduces himself as the fucking Avatar. You accidentally joined team Avatar as they're trying to end the war.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Girlfailure!Reader X Loser!König

Konig being your online friend, some guy you found on a Reddit forum - mostly because he promptly called you a fucking loser for not liking his favorite videogame character, and then proceeded to buy you an entire library's worth of videogames once he checked that you were a woman. Also, it's because he needed you to understand the glory of his favorite piece of media, and you're a girl. That's it. The guy is weird and cringe and you're calling him a fucking incel but, then again, you forgot the last time you went out for something other than your shitty job and some groceries, and you don't have a single friend to invite to your tiny studio apartment covered in old energy drink cans and takeout boxes(not like you have much money for takeout, but cooking is even worse). The guy is weird and cringe and he has a huge gun collection that you, despite everything, like to ask about - he is making videos for you, dangerous promises that are probably enough to get him to the police, but it's not like you even think about selling him off to the cops. You don't care that he is probably an international terrorist or some other form of war criminal, because he somehow always finds a way to send you cute gifts, fulfill your wishlist and then even send you money - once you spilled some stuff about your manager and he half-jokingly asked you to send him nudes in exchange for enough money to quit your job. You did. He sends you enough to make you seriously reconsider your life choices. Konig is weird and a fuckin incel, but he seems content with just sending you gifts and receiving some spicy photos - and you like the attention, you like his deep voice trembling in that boyish way when you get to the video chat. You never had a guy liking you so much - and it's intoxicating. So, when he finally appears on your doorstep, you're inviting him.

[galacsin]

Tom King has neglected to do even a little bit of research about Eddie. He doesn't care about him, he doesn't like writing him. Edward is just a prop he needs to fit into his tortured "I have ptsd from begin a war criminal" narrative. You will have a better understanding of the Riddler , than him after you read his Wikipedia article.

Instead of bothering with any of the existing origins, lore, or previous interpretation, Tom King clips his wings, sands him down, to make him into a "serious" and imposing villain, a veritable monster to fit into his bleak rendition of Batman.

He strips him of all of he characteristics I enjoy about Eddie .His showmanship, his whimsy, the fact that in the grand scheme of things his goals only make sense to him. His love of the game, and his Joie de vivre.

He is instead gets written as this stone cold, hyper competent power broker, an empty shell of a person, who will stab a man at the drop of a hat. Also he hates puzzles and riddles now, because of reasons.

I will not spoil TWOJAR for you Makenzie, you need to experience how stupid the plot and it's conclusion first hand. It is not only a pretty bad execution of a cool premise (I DO want a story about Gotham's two biggest divas having a slap fight so legendary, it tests the patience and endurance of the Dark Knight)but it has one of the worst Batman/Catwoman interaction at the end I have ever read. I can't wait to see you blog about it.

While TWOJAR is boring , badly paced, and sometimes unintentionally silly , with a few funny panels I have actually liked, OBD was written specifically to piss me off. Tom King engineered it in an evil comic book lab specifically to torture me with it.

is there anything about tom kings riddlers that you like or is it all bad? it feels like he keeps trying to make his riddlers different but between twojar's jacked sigma male grindset youtuber, obd's evil professor x and killing time's weird prettyboy, the penguin run's horrible but pathetic insurance salesman seems to be the only one that's anywhere near actually being the riddler

eh.

when I did my liveblog of Killing Time I said that Eddie and Selina's bitchy lil team rocket vibe is always *this* close to being enjoyable, and I stand by that. they're both extremely annoying, to be sure, and I wouldn't say they're written especially well, but you kind of have to take what you can get with Killing Time. he's the best of King's Riddlers by a long shot.

One Bad Day misses the mark so badly that that's not even the Riddler, to me.

TWOJAR, like I said, I haven't read yet, so I can't really weigh in much there.

[mistressmxggot]

Chapter 3- ✰ A Wolf has no Mercy ✰

"𝗥𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀.

"𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿?"

𝗕𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲. 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱."

Tags: Brothels, drinking, noncon drugging, kidnapping, noncon touching, noncon suggestive content, threats, mention of abuse

~"Ambessa fucking Medarda."

You felt lightheaded. This was utterly ridiculous. Why you? She'd seen you for all of two minutes! You began to nervously laugh.

"Wait. So you're telling me that she wants to see...me? What for?"

Malik's smile widened. "I couldn't even fucking tell you. She said she wanted to see you, alone, in a private room. She dropped a gold bar infront of me and I think came in my pants." He laughed, his pupils dilated.

He looked like a kid on Christmas who just got a new toy he's wanted for years. You looked like wet rat caught in a mouse trap. Your shoulders slumped.

"Malik I-"

He cut you off. "You're going to do this. She payed for you, entertain her." He looked alot more stern than before.

You gulped, hands playing with your garner belts. He was babbling to Babette, but you couldn't hear a word. This didn't make sense to you. Why not just ask for a lap dance or private pole dance? It scared you to think about what she wanted to do with you. You weren't a prostitute. You didn't want to have sex with some Noxian war criminal. The thought of having sex with another woman made your cheeks flush. Your eyebrows furrowed.

"I thought you hated topside. Why are you making me do this?"

Malik scoffed. "I hate them, not their money."

He turned back to Babette. You gulped again.

"I'm not doing it. I dont want to have sex with her."

Malik slowly turned to you, glaring. He approached you, roughly grabbing your arm.

"Yes you are. You're doing this whether you like it or not. Now go get fucking ready."

You snatched your arm away from him. He growled.

"Here, I have girl here to help you get ready. Make sure you look good enough. I'm going to The Last Drop. If I hear anything about you refusing her, I promise you won't like me."

He turned away from you, pushing threw the curtains. You swallowed, your whole body tense. Babette got up from her chair, coming over to you.

"I know you're scared. It'll be fine. Howl has told me about her. I promise you she won't be as bad as you think. She's just a woman that know what she wants. I mean she's a very wealthy general, and you know how wealthy people are."

Your eyes became watery. She did know what she wanted, and that made it all the more scarier. Babette held your hand in between hers, giving you a sympathetic look.

"You'll be fine darling. Just breathe. You'll get through the night."

You snickered at her.

"I mean will I?"

She gave you a sad smile.

A blonde woman walked into her office. She smiled warmly at you.

"I'm here to help you get ready. I have an outfit and private room for you."

You took deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You know how angry Malik could get. You didnt want to deal with him. You didn't want to know what he would do to you.

You followed the blonde woman out of Babette's office. She led you down the very long hallway, making you more nervous than you already were. The two of you entered a small room. It was filled with beauty products. Makeup, perfume, hygiene items, and a beautiful dress.

"Please come sit down."

She snapped you out of your thoughts. You sat into a cushioned chair. She started with your hair. She added mousse and something to make it shine apparently. She completely changed and removed your makeup. Deciding on something way more simple than your full face, she added lots of highlighter all over. She gave you blush, a little concealer, lipgloss, and white eyeshadow on your lids. You put on body butter and flowery perfume.

This entire night didn't feel real. She was dressing and painting you like a doll. This was so gross. The silk dress you wore was of course white, with see-through lace accents. It hugged your body nicely. The blonde girl said absolutely no necklaces or bracelets. You turned your nose up at that. Weird. You checked yourself out in the mirror. Beautiful yes, it was just odd. All white outfit, all white makeup, and your body was very much on display.

So she was one of those. You had to look pure and innocent or whatever. Ick.

"You should see Ms Medarda now."

Oh. Your stomach knotted. Whew. Well here goes nothing. The walk to the room she was in seemed to take forever to get to. It could be because you were taking steps that were tiny. Your helper had since left, after telling you where to go. God you didn't want to do this. She was scary and huge. You felt tiny and pathetic. The hallway felt like a long tunnel of doom, your torturous demise waiting for you at the end. The closer you got, the more your mind and body screamed to turn around.

God you hated Malik for this. You never had to do anything like this. You would dance on that stage and ignore the lustful looks around you. Now you had to come face to face with those predatory eyes. Your heart pounded. Your hands were sweaty. You were there, the doorway covered with this purple curtains.

You seriously couldn't do this, but you had to. You stepped forward then immediately pulled back.

It'll be fine, you'll get through the night.

You remembered Babette's words. She said Ambessa had been here before. She'd been with other clients. She isn't looking for anything different from you. Just entertain her, as Malik said.

Taking one last final breath, probably literally, you reached for the curtains.

God help me.

You pushed them away, slowly stepping inside. She sat on a large, deep red sofa. Her arm rested lazily on the back of the couch, the side of her pressed against it. Her opposite hand held a glass of wine, the slow swivel of the liquid coming to a stop. She lifted her head, hazel eyes focusing on you.

Your entire being felt like jelly. She softly smiled at you as she set her glass down onto the wooden table infront of her. Your hands nervously fiddled with eachother. You knew you had to look so meek right now. You stood there unmoving. She raised her eyebrows, smile slightly falling.

Say something.

"Ms Medarda."

You wanted it to sound firm and seductive, instead you sounded like she had you hanging from the ceiling by your neck. Her face was filled with amusement.

"Sit."

She gestured to the other side of the sofa with her hand. You adjusted your feet, eyes darting around. You began to make your way over to her. Her eyes tracked you, focusing. This was horrible. The air in the room felt suffocating. You gently sat on the couch, eyes avoiding hers for as long as you could. A pregnant pause passed between you two.

"You should know It's considered Ill-mannered to not look your guests in the eyes, especially a guest of interest."

Your head snapped up, your eyes immediately meeting hers.

"I-I I'm very sorry Ms Medarda. I-"

She shushed you, laughing. You stopped talking. You sounded like a babbling idiot.

"Tell me about yourself little lamb."

You were taken aback. Your eyes darted back and forth. What should you tell her about? Your hobbies and favorite color? Malik? The fact he's forcing you to do this? The abuse he subjects you to? The story of your parents? That you hated topside and her entire presence made you extremely uncomfortable?

The sound of a glass sliding over to you brought you out of your thoughts. Her face studied you, her eyebrows now raised and her smile gone. You looked at the glass infront of you.

It took everything in you to smile at her.

"Oh well, I like dancing."

"I can see that."

You blushed. She gestured towards the glass.

"Try it."

You grimaced. This had to be time where she got you drunk and started pressing up on you. Picking up the glass, you took a drink. Your eyes widened. It was delicious. It was fruity, but still strong. You gulped more down, hopefully not looking to greedy. Ambessa's lips parted, head tilting back.

"Thank you. It's amazing." You smiled at her.

She slowly blinked. There was a look in her eyes that you couldn't quite recognize.

"I had it..."

She paused.

"Hm, crafted for you."

What did she want? It felt like she should be meaner to you. Your body had slightly relaxed. She was just looking at you. You cleared your throat.

"So... um I also like art. I paint and draw."

You didn't know if that sounded stupid and childish. Topside had to like art right?

"I wonder how long.."

She seemed to be talking to the room rather than you. You finished your drink, placing it onto the table.

"Oh well I've always liked art. I've been drawing since a child, but I've just recently started painting."

Warmth spread through your body. That liquor was damn good. Your head and body both felt light.

"Y'know I-" You swallowed, letting out a small cough.

Her eyes widened in amused surprise. Your brain felt fuzzy. Blinking, you focused back onto Ambessa.

"I'm sorry I was going to-"

Your breathing picked up. You rubbed your eyes. Why did you feel like this? Your body felt weak.

Did she have two heads?! You rubbed at your eyes again. What's happening?!

You looked back to the empty glass. Hitting the table as you abruptly stood up, her glass of wine spilled. Her eyes stayed on you, a smirk on her face.

"What was- what was- that drink-" Your knees became weak.

You stumbled around, vision getting blury. Her muscular arms held you as you collapsed into her lap.

"Please..."

"Hush child."

Her muffled voice fell onto your ears. Her face gazed down at you. Whimpering, your vision faded to black.

Ambessa looked down at your sleeping form. She sure made her decision. Laying you gently back down onto the couch, she stepped out the room. She went to where Rictus had been waiting around the corner for her. She motioned him to the hallway. Rictus followed behind her as they headed back to you. You looked so beautiful sleeping. Picking you up bridal style, he carried you out to Ambessa. She stood waiting for him, occasionally glaring at the watching eyes. No one dared to look at her for too long. She turned, walking towards the exit, with Rictus following close behind. Babette stepped outside her office. She slightly gasped at the sight. This was wrong. So very, very wrong. She had to say something.

"Ms Medarda! With all respect..."

She gulped.

"She's a good girl. A good, resilient girl." Babette sputtered.

Ambessa continued out of the exit, ignoring the comment. Rictus slowed, addressing Babette and the watching clients.

"Nothing occurred. There was nothing of Ms Medarda's presence. Are we clear?"

Babette stood still, eyebrows pushed together in worry.

"Nothing occurred." She repeated.

Rictus stared at Babette for a moment. He soon turned back to follow Ambessa. You laid in Rictus' arms, temple resting on his bicep. Your arms laying lifelessly in your lap as you slept a dreamless sleep. The brothel workers continued their work and Babette returned to her office. She shook her head, stubbing out her almost burnt out cigarette. Babette reluctantly continued her paperwork. Nothing occurred.

Darkness faded in and out. Ambessa. She... what happened again? Your vision came and went. You exhaled as feathery touches ran down your arms. Someone was whispering to you, but you couldn't make out what was being said. Wet kisses started at your ear. They trailed down your neck, ending at the top of your chest. Warm hands ran over your breasts. You gasped as you felt your nipples being pinched. Your mouth fell open.

"Malik?"

Your voice came out weak. Malik had never treated you this way. He was aggressive. Thankfully he never went too far. The kisses started again on your stomach, moving further down. Sticky heat moved through your core. Tingles shot through your thighs. It started slow. It washed over your body, causing your back to arch. More muffled words were said, fuzzy colors surrounded you. Darkness overcame you once more.~

You. Always. Masterlist

Here we go yall 😭 This story has seriously been the only thing in my mind. I hope I somewhat captured Ambessa, lowkey the hardest part lol.

Taglist: @maaaaaaaaaaari

Lmk to be added.