#tw : violence

[starcatchingsnake]

I don't think people understand how BADLY I want different povs of these songs.

I NEED to watch an animatic of Hold Them Down that is constantly switching to Odysseus' reactions to what Antinous and the rest of the suitors are planning. I want to see Odysseus give them a look that would make a god kneel before him as he slowly and methodically strings his bow and perfectly lines up his shot, his limbs trembling in barely contained rage as he is forced to listen to the suitors plot.

I want to watch as Telemachus slowly realizes who is killing the suitors as he grows closer and closer to the weapons room, the bodies he encounters becoming more and more gruesome and a small pit of dread fills his stomach as he realizes that, this may have been what he wanted but he didn't fully understand what it entailed.

I want to watch a myriad of emotions pass over his face as he watches the man he soon realizes to be his father kill the suitors that had held him down moments before, watch in horrified awe of the calculated ruthlessness in which his father deals out death.

I want to watch odysseus mask of calm rage crack a little as he realizes that the commotion in the weapons room is actually the suitors trying to use his son as leverage against him.

I want to view these songs from every possible angle.

Every possible point of view.

I want to watch it all.

Odysseus

[imsofthelp]

thinking about jjk squid game au. unedited. tw for yandere undertones and squid game related violence, read at your own caution :p

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who just lives for the games, his heart thrumming in his chest with barely restrained excitment. Sitting in his isolated room, his cat-like violet eyes watching each game intently as he drowns his tastebuds in expensive, old whiskey and cigarettes, biting back a smirk at the blood that follows each death, coloring the floor a beautiful maroon. More and more players gone mean that there’s about to be a winner, which really is a pity. It’ll take a while to hold another game.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who thinks all the players are vile, the scum of the earth who deserve everything that comes their way. Death is perhaps kinder than the outside world, the debt, their pathetic, miserable lives. Some people would ask who he is, to play god. These people chose to sin first before he became their judge. How silly to blame him.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who’s apathetic to all the players until his eyes catch you. He knows information about each player, of course. Most people are gamblers who got overconfident or thieves who tried to scam the innocent: their families, friends, workplaces. You, however, are different. Working off a debt that isn’t even yours. Despite the circumstances, he finds himself rooting for you, his pretty face scrunched up each time you try to save someone who isn’t yourself. Stupid, utterly stupid, naive. You need someone to care of you.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who decides that enough is enough just before the marble game starts. Something about imagining seeing your pretty face marred by a gunshot wound, brains splattered over the sand, makes deep, long-forgotten part of him ache. He’s frustrated that he can be so infaruated with someone this weak, but perhaps, the heart he had long forgotten he had, has finally overriden his brain.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who takes you into his room, saying that everything is for your own good, chuckling at your confusion and offering you a drink instead of actually explaining what’s happening.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who makes you watch the following games, indulging in your reactions: the gasps, the held in sobs, the way your form trembles as he subtly adjusts his pants, trying to contain his own reactions as he lands the softest of kisses to your temple.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who watches you fall to your knees in front of him, begging him to save another player, an ethereal looking man with a halo of snow-white hair. Is he a friend of yours? A boyfriend? It doesn’t really matter, with how pretty you’re begging, doe-eyes glitsening with tears. His violet gaze trails back to the screen, focused on the man as he goes through the glass-pane game. Perhaps he should kill two birds with one shot and have you both? Things are much, much better in sets, after all.

[destielmemenews]

"Le Pen was notably convicted in 1990 for a radio remark made three years earlier in which he referred to the Nazi gas chambers as a “detail in World War II history.” In 2015, he repeated the remark, saying he “did not at all” regret it, triggering the ire of his daughter — by then the party leader — and a new conviction in 2016.

He also was convicted for a 1988 remark linking in a play on words a Cabinet minister with the Nazi crematory ovens, and for a 1989 comment blaming the “Jewish international” for helping seed “this anti-national spirit.”

In another setback, Le Pen lost his European Parliament seat in 2002 for a year for assaulting a Socialist politician during a 1997 election campaign." - Associated Press

"A fervent defender of French Algeria, Le Pen was repeatedly accused - as supported by archives as well as victims' and witnesses’ testimonies - of having practised torture as an intelligence officer during the Algerian War.

On several occasions, Le Pen admitted his role. “We were given a police mission and we accomplished it, according to an imperative of efficiency that requires illegal means,” he said in May 1957.

“If violence must be used to discover a nest of bombs, if one man must be tortured to save a hundred, torture is inevitable, and therefore, in the abnormal conditions in which we are asked to act, it is just.”" - Middle East Eye

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[joeloverture]

tlou s2, racism, & neocolonialism

hi. im vetty. i'm a diehard joel defender and i also have thoughts on that but that's not why we're here today. above all, i'm an indigenous mexican-chilean and tlou is (unfortunately) my special interest. in my time at uni i've taken a lot of classes about neocolonialism in latin america, and i also have my lived experiences. so let's talk about it and how it applies to tlou season 2.

severe spoilers for tlou2 below (the big one, mainly, but also some explanatory stuff about the wlf. if you are confused you should scroll) there's more to critique than just this but it's what im most qualified to talk about so here we go.

tw: racism, colonialism, mentions of torture, mentions of rape (very small), mentions of violence

pedro pascal. yep. pedro pascal. what's there to say about him other than almost everyone in hollywood saying he's as nice as he seems? many know that pedro is chilean, and is the child of socialist immigrants to the U.S. who fled pinochet's rule. being latino is an important cornerstone of his identity — he talks about it often, unapologetically so.

in a variety interview with clayton davis, pedro says, "...the best way to continue representation is, exactly as you put it, just casting a person into a role that isn't limited to opening, not limiting a character to its racial identity, especially if its an IP we're familiar with or a book. people get so butthurt about this stuff but who cares?"

joel isn't explicitly latino, but honestly, i think it'd be worse to strip away pedro's identity from joel than conflating their identities*. in the game, joel does say "adiós" in the whitest way ever (without an accent), but i forgive him and call him latino anyway. i'd argue, with pedro and gabriel both being latino and cast as brothers, he is latino in the show. i'd also argue that joel's death, as it is in-game, doesn't translate well onscreen with pedro as joel. not in implication.

to understand the implications of what we may see in the show, first, you have to understand what happened in chile. a us-backed coup occurred in chile to get rid of the elected marxist. said marxist was replaced by augusto pinochet. numbers are not exact since it was such a large scale population, but under his rule approximately three thousand people were killed or 'disappeared' (never seen again) and almost forty thousand became political prisoners. most of whom were tortured.

had pedro's family, balmecadas and socialists, not escaped, they very likely would've been added to that count. think about that.

that brings us to how, when abby kills joel, she doesn't just kill him. ellie walks in on joel having been brutally beaten for likely hours. we don't have an exact time, but abby goes from having subdued joel while wearing her coat to having taken it off, implying she was sweating for a prolonged period. (keep in mind. it was in a BLIZZARD).

abby is a white girl. not only that, she is a white girl who joined up with the WLF (washington liberation front) following the death of her father. the WLF is a militia group that fought against FEDRA in seattle. it's a compound of soldiers, heavily militarized, and one must think of how it compares to U.S. militarization.

the school of the americas is a school in georgia where people are trained to become mercenaries. whether they be killing or torturing techniques, they were learning how to commit war crimes, primarily against vulnerable brown populations in latin america. dictators installed in latin america sent trainees there — for a few examples, cadets were sent from chile, bolivia, peru, panama, and honduras. there's absolutely more countries that were involved, but the cadets that were sent back went on to enable dictatorships through rape, massacres, torture, and murder.

while the WLF is taught how to fight their turf wars against the scars, the school of the americas teaches their cadets how to perpetuate war crimes in the global south.

so let's say they keep joel's death scene the same in length and context. joel, latino and chilean in this case, is on the ground for hours, surrounded by white people, while he is being beaten to death and brutalized.

it's a disgusting reflection of all that has been done to people like us in the past, and with the connotations of war that coat tlou2 like viscous slime, it's a reflection that's impossible to look away from. do not let season two blind you from these implications, if they are realized onscreen.

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*- it's not as if i hold any of this against pedro. that's the last thing i'm doing. he took a job, he fulfilled it. this is work for him. im just elated to see someone like me on tv, but beyond upset with the writing packed into this. this isn't a critique on abby (that'll come later from me), rather the writing behind her and her crew. it's got revolting undertones. don't put words in my mouth. tlou2's anti-palestinian messaging is another topic, one i'm less equipped to discuss. i encourage you to look into this and be mindful about it if you watch the season at all. when doing so, do so elsewhere.

further reading/material:

chile, the cia, and the cold war: podcast featuring a guest speaker who authored a book of the same title (tried linking but wouldn't work, can be found on apple podcasts for free) the farming of bones by edwidge danticat: i'm not linking this because if you're interested you should order it from a small bookstore in your community instead of supporting amazon or b&n, but this fictional angle of the aftermath of the parsley massacre in the dominican republic is a must-read the inferno by luz arce: linking because you can order directly from UW press! memoir that follows arce's story of being tortured and detained by the chilean intelligence service.

if you hate me because i posted about this, good! i dont want you here.

[p1nksh33ps]

Hope I can join as I'm a moot

I'm adding short descriptions for the 2 ocs featured merns: the goddess of chaos deamons and the underworld, merns is short for mernai and means darkness in the first draft of yanian, chaos is aroace Ravenfeather: NightClan medicine cat, moast of the apprentices and kits are scared of her because she got half her face ripped off by Nightshade (the old NightClan medicine cat after this Ravenfeather became her apprentice) after Nightshade killed Sunpaw, she's also Darkclaw (the NightClan deputy)'s sister, (realized that the descriptions aren't short)

@momozilliness @strawberri-bomb-bomb @cosmostarzz2 @non-binarybunnie02

Not me having some kinda type... Who shall I tag? I think I wanna tagggggg... @mybugsmybugsmybugs @mexicangela @lunar-years @biscuitboxpink but no pressure!! I just thought it would be fun!

[redddeadbread]

tw violence

tw violence: violent j is a pretty good singer

[tadc-incorrectquotes]

Jax: Aw... sweetie got a boo-boo?

Pomni: (whacks him) Aw... creepo got a concussion?

[lovelizards]

Two men, taller than her by half, put her on her knees and held her there. Arms shaking, try as she might, she couldn't escape from their grip.

Lord Daniel stood in front of her, looking generally displeased to even be in such a shabby little shack as he adjusted his gloves; Mabel wasn't sure where in the town this was, but she assumed it was near the walls, far away from anyone who might stumble upon them.

"What kind of fools are you that it takes two able-bodied men to restrain a wisp like this? I've been waiting an hour," the man complained, brushing a lock of blond hair from his eyes.

But there was no response from the men holding her. She tried to jerk her hands free, but only managed to wrench her shoulder.

The men had snatched her quickly and quietly, pulling her bodily off of a side path and quieting her with a heavy hand over her mouth while they wrestled her away.

"You prick!" Mabel shouted, "Not even a Count's son can do this! I'll report you, for this, for everything -! "

Lord Daniel scowled at her. He took a few steps nearer, hesitated, and flicked his eyes to the men holding her. She wasn't sure what the look meant until she was struck with an open hand on the back of her head.

Her cry was more in surprise than in pain; her father also had a heavy hand, it's not like she wasn't used to being hit. But a cold sort of dread was crackling in her stomach.

"Do you always get your men to do your dirty work?" she asked, shoulders shaking from the strain of her forced kneel, "What's wrong? Don't want your lily-soft hands to callous?"

The man's jaw set in anger, and he looked away from her with something akin to furious disbelief as he slowly, carefully, removed his doeskin gloves.

Mabel's breathing quickened, she tried to let her neck and jaw relax, and watched him to anticipate it. He reeled back and slapped her hard in the face, catching the corner of her eye with his nails and making her tear up.

"You disrespectful little bitch," Lord Daniel sighed, looking at his reddening hand with an air of disinterest, "don't you know how meaningless your life is to me? Less than a dog, less than insect. For what you've said to me I could easily get you imprisoned, or worse..."

Mabel blinked the tears out of her eyes, her teeth clenched and brows furrowed - there was a fire licking at the inside of her chest, burning unbearably hot.

"Then you must be pretty bored," she shot back, "if you're putting this much effort into dealing with an insect."

"Oh, I agree," Lord Daniel said, grabbing her cheeks and tilting her head back to see her glaring green eyes through her fringe, "are you flattered?"

Mabel caught her breath, then jerked her head out of his grasp and sank her teeth into the side of his hand.

Lord Daniel squealed in pain, beating her head with a fist and shrieking for his men to get Mabel off him. She didn't let go until she started getting light-headed and dizzy from being hit, and spat blood - a mix of hers and his - onto the ground.

"Try sickened, you pig!" She finally answered, giving him a grin full of bloody teeth.

"Augh - ! Y - you little wretch! I will kill you - I will -!"

He danced around in pain for a long few moments, holding his injured hand like he'd never been hurt once in his life before. It was a rather pathetic sight, no wonder none of the common folk took him seriously.

His threats were serious enough though.

Once he was done with his tantrum, he spun back around to face her.

"Teach her a lesson," he growled, tears in his eyes, "I need her alive, but other than that...do as you like."

"You coward! Beat me yourself!" she screamed. How could she bring complaints against two anonymous men? It had to be him!

How she longed to tear that long tail of blond hair right out of his head! Next time she got a chance to bite him, she'd make sure to take something away with her!

"My Lord..." one of the men said, his tone hesitant.

Lord Daniel threw his hair back, a blind fury in his eyes.

"Oh, what now? Is stealing her away and striking her once the lengths of your loyalty?"

"It's just...she's a girl, and -"

"You - ! For gods sake, fine!"

Daniel stalked towards her, and in the space of a breath had ripped her bodice open. Almost involuntarily, the scream she let out was feral and piercing. But Daniel called for her to be silenced, and she was, as he stripped her outer layers away - a leering, manic grin pulling at his lips - until she was left trembling in nothing but her chemise.

"There!" Lord Daniel said, out of breath and admiring his own work, "You see? With short hair and that figure - might as well be a boy. Are you happy? Now do your duty!"

There was only another moment of hesitation, and then Mabel was thrown to the floor. A booted foot caught her in the ribs, another stomped on her ankle. One of the strong hands grabbed a fist-full of her hair and yanked her up, only to hit her again in the face - causing hot blood to pour from her nose and her lip to split.

She couldn't form a single thought. She couldn't even manage to form words. There was only pain, that rained down on her from all angles, as she was man-handled and beaten in that dingy, dark shed near the edge of town.

After a time, though Mabel didn't know how long, everything went still and quiet. Though her body screamed in pain with every breath she took, with every beat of her heart, the men stopped attacking her.

She lay battered on the floor, one eye mostly swollen shut, her dress ruined with dirt, and listened - barely conscious - to the shuffling of feet, and far away muttering voices. It was only two. Lord Daniel must have left at some point. Too much of a coward to see the deed done...

"Nnngh..." she tried to shift her body, but her right arm burst with a pain so intense it rendered her vision white for a few seconds.

Somewhere, a door opened, flooding the shack with late afternoon light, and then closed and left her in the dark again.

Tears fell unbidden from her eyes, and there was no stopping them, but it wasn't like she could stay laying there on the floor until she died.

She tested the other arm, and though it moved haltingly, it worked.

With a careful prodding, much like she did when examining her birds for injuries, she felt her injured arm for anything that might have badly broken. But the bones seemed to be intact despite the pain.

"Don't be a baby..." she tried to mumble, though her cheeks made the words a garbled mess at best, "don't be...a baby...get up..."

Groaning, flinching every second at another new wave of pain, her entire body trembling, Mabel slowly pulled herself up onto her knees, and then onto her feet.

They'd left her outer clothes and head kerchief in the dirt nearby. She had to get dressed. She couldn't be seen in public dressed like a prostitute - if anyone recognized her, she would shame Lady Iris.

And though re-dressing herself was excruciating, that thought far outweighed the pain.

The walk home was slow. She had no money for a carriage, and doubted greatly if anyone in their right mind would take her as a customer looking like the worst of disheveled beggars on the street.

The ankle that had been stomped on twinged with every step, she could feel the glancing eyes of passers-by, but that didn't matter to her. She walked slowly, painfully, step-by-step, until finally as the sun was setting she came to the servant's entrance of the Baron's manor.

A couple of young laundry girls who were taking down dry bed linens saw her approaching, screamed, and ran inside. Thankfully, they sent out the head maid, a stern but fair old woman called Anne.

"M - Mabel! Oh - oh Mabel, by the gods what happened to you?!"

"You can't let...Lady Iris know..." she mumbled, though she wasn't sure if Anne understood her, "she'll worry...she'll..."

"M...Mabel...?"

She turned around, and saw Lady Iris, in her outdoor clothes and walking with a couple of her maids. She must have been out for a walk.

Well, Mabel had never been lucky.

"Oh, L - " she cleared her throat, "My Lady!"

She put on a big grin, though she knew there was no fooling her friend, and shrugged her shoulders, "I got into a scrap with some other girls in town! Would you - believe it?"

Of course she wouldn't. But she had to at least make a show of being okay. At least then, maybe Iris wouldn't worry as much. She wouldn't feel as guilty.

"Mabel...oh, Mabel -" Iris rushed to her, reaching her arms out, and Mabel thought for just a moment that her friend, and her deepest love since childhood, might kiss her right there.

And then she thought: "oh, someone is tilting the ground under my feet," as her body pitched forward, and she lost consciousness.

[punishertruther]

ahora que naerys tenía el apoyo de su madre y toda su familia materna para no seguir adelante con su casamiento con elyse, esperaba que esta diese finalmente el paso final para romper su compromiso y que así finalmente pudiesen estar juntas. ella se había pasado los siguientes días pensando como decirle que estaba embarazada y es que solo hayden, alma y alicent sabían sobre su estado y aunque habían tratado de aconsejarle como darle la noticia a naerys, seguía sin atreverse a dar el paso. al final decidió que aquella noche, después de la cena hablaría con ella cuando estuviesen en casa. tal y como quedaron, fueron cada una por su cuenta y tras comprobar que se sentarían al lado, fue al baño. daemon no dudó en seguirla y trató de forzarla, a lo que ella le arañó en la cara y trató de defenderse como pudo, acabando en el suelo y recibiendo una patada en el estómago, lo que le provocó que saliese una hemorragia que le caía entre las piernas.

las palabras de su madre habían surtido efecto en ella. tanto que había terminado por hacerle saber a su familia materna la situación y estos no habían dudado en hacerle saber que contaba con ellos para lo que necesitase. había planeado cuándo hablaría con su padre, y es que aguardaría a pasar las festividades para comunicar su intención de romper su compromiso con elyse. las cosas con léan iban viento en popa, aunque desconocía las intenciones de daemon y la manera que este estaba teniendo de actuar. acordó con léan acudir por separado a la cena de empresa, pero desafortunadamente se retrasó ya que había estado hablando con elyse y haciéndole saber que necesitaba un tiempo en la relación porque no se sentía de la misma manera que antes, por lo que se retrasó bastante hasta que finalmente acudió a la cena. no dudó en saludar a sus compañeros, mientras que buscaba con la mirada a léan, y al no verla, frunció el ceño porque tampoco había respondido a los mensajes que le había mandado avisándole de que estaba de camino.

[blueflipflops]

I still don't know why Daisy didn't just shoot both of Elias' legs and/or arms at the Confrontation™. He only said that the archives team will die if he dies. Thats the keyword there isnt it? "If ". She didn't have to put the gun down. Should've shot him twice in the legs just to wipe that shit eating smug grin he likely had. All that pent up rage. Could've used that. Many ways to hurt the guy without killing him. Surely Daisy knows a few of them?? Cut off his tongue out so he won't lie. That wont kill him! Maybe even cut off his fingers so he can't use the phone to call his ex husband. Break his fucking bones so he can't run. Keep him tied up on the world's most uncomfortable chair. Torture was very much an option and they don't even have to be creative about it :/

He won't die but he'd certainly suffer. And with what the archives crew has been going thru because of him, I was sadly disappointed nobody suggested any of this >:( I'd expect my girl Alice 'Daisy' Crooked Cop Tonner would have at least some ideas but alas. Jon and Martin at the time wouldn't have the guts to do it but I promise you my boy Tim Stoker would've pulled that trigger. Melanie would too but she's probably was more scared of Daisy to steal her gun but if she was the one holding it then you can fucking bet your ass there would already be multiple holes through Elias Doucheard or whatever.

[joking-hazard]

Starscream WIP

[twilighttrekkie]

OH THAT IS AWESOME OH MY GOSH

honestly, looking at these, it almost feels like how they were meant to be played

they just fit so well on there

I've had this account for several months so I figured I'd finally post something

Managed to get my hands on a hdmi to rca adapter after wanting one for years and naturally my first course of action was to dunk my new favourite thing into my crt

And a little bonus space funeral too

[dreamingofawhiteswan]

Yandere Boombox x Reader who resists and exposes

WARNING: Yandere themes, violence and murder, stalking mention, gaslighting.

Notes: This was fun to write. I hope I have characterised him well.

You are going to take that stupid visor off his face and beat him to death with it. Honestly, you will.

Every single time he comes into view, this unescapable hatred fills your very soul. That smile and little hearts showing up on the screen make you want to pummel it into pieces.

He slings his arm around your shoulder, artificially winking at you. "Hey! Glad you could make it." He threatens you. "Wouldn't be complete without my sweetie!" You wish he would choke in those words.

Had you not been blind, you wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. You've made countless requests to stop dating, to make Boombox not refer to you as if things were normal, but he just keeps doing it. Any attempts to correct him are laughed off, his relaxed demeanor almost like a drug that prevents others from thinking properly.

You remember when this vile hatred began to flood your systems.

It was a day you spent with another one of your friends, one-on-one. You'd lived a normal life up until then, but a hand shot out from the alley you were walking by. It grabbed him, practically at the throat.

You rushed into the alley, trying to find your friend. But then you heard an ugly snap. You didn't know what it was, but it made your blood turn to ice. Your entire body, inside and outside, went rigid.

And then, you made eye contact with him. He was still wearing that visor, even though nothing showed on the screen. He dropped your friend on the ground, revealing through the gap between his feet that your friend's neck had been twisted into an impossible angle.

And he turns his body to you. You recognise who it is immediately.

Neither of you speak a word. Your tongue has gone dry, the way his neck looked imprinting itself into your mind, as if it was your own corpse you had seen. The creak in your bones almost audible.

And your blood which had frozen began to defrost. In fact, you could hear it begin to boil.

You ran towards him, the one you had once called a friend and lover, and slammed your fist right into his face. A crack, almost identical to the one you had heard, screamed through the air. And the vile beast fell down.

You stared at the body, unsure what to do. You feel your legs moving in an unknown direction, only for the rest of you to move along with it. You close your eyes, feeling cool air brush past you as each step reverberates through you. And then you open your eyes as you feel your hand touch the cold of a door handle.

Ever since that day, you loathed Boombox.

He showed up at your door the next day, not even a bruise on where you had punched him. "Bad vibes" he claimed, stating his visit was just from a horrendous gut feeling that something went wrong. You glare at him, standing up and screaming at him to cut the act out.

He acted terrified, that visor lighting up with a panicked expression. You're certain that if you saw through it, it would expose his inner glee. He acts, speaking as if he's done no wrong.

Eventually, he spares you by leaving, keeping that perfectly pitiful expression on his face. You almost slammed the door on his back, only stopping yourself out of fear of bothering the neighbours.

And now, back in the present, he's been putting up his little picture perfect front. All snuggles and love and it makes you want to vomit. But you hold back, only stating a small "Don't call me that...".

Boombox laughs off your comment, pushing himself closer as the song from his gear floods your ears. It's always on, and you've tuned it out in your hatred.

It doesn't matter what this conversation is about. It doesn't matter who you're with, or what he's talking about. You need to get out of here. His grip grows tighter as he nuzzles you, and you can feel pinpricks wherever he touches you.

Suddenly, a voice, your saviour, directly addresses you. It's a simple question, just a check-up. You don't even recognise who it is, but you shove Boombox away, grab their hand, and drag them off.

Perhaps, in their shock, they didn't resist you as you two enter an alleyway. Looking back at the person and seeing one of the Skateboards, they absolutely could have thrown off your grip.

This one, Greenboard, starts with a "Hey! What gives?". If they noticed, that means they'll believe you. They aren't being controlled by that stupid song or whatever, you can finally throw up all the things you've had brewing inside you, and they'll listen because they know it's true.

All of it. The murders that he always makes sure you witness, the constant staring from the strangest locations, the incessant knocking at your door, the way he stares you in the eye as he puts something into his gifts...

...And the duality. How in front if everyone, he acts as he always has. Any bruise you inflict vanishes when he wants them to. The way he visits you, acting all concerned and normal.

"Well gee, certainly sounds like you got a bad case of the stalks..." They begin. It's almost funny. It would be funny if they didn't follow it up with "But are you sure they're the same guy? I mean, there's gotta be more than one Boombox, it's not impossible to think that one's a bad apple..."

They don't understand. They don't understand. You've been going through hell and they don't understand. They heard all you said and they don't understand. You want to ask them why, scream at them why, until the voice you dread comes by.

"Sugar? Greenboard? You two okay?"

Your eyes darken as Greenboard's lighten up. "Oh, BB! Good timing, I think your hunny boo's got a stalker."

"Wait, seriously?!" Boombox exclaims, as if this stalker and him were not one in the same. "That's... Horrible!"

"Yeah, yeah! What's even worse, it seems another Boombox is doing it." Greenboard pats you on the back, pushing you towards your tormentor. "Go on! Just say what you said to me, and we can sort this right out!"

"Greenboard, have some tact." Boombox interrupts before you can spit out your truth. His visor closes in an annoyed expression, everything forcefully unreadable, "They're probably shaken up from saying everything."

Boombox's visor turns into his thinking animation, one you know he doesn't need to use. "I have an idea. If what you say about a stalker is true, then why don't you live with me for a while?"

You start protesting. You deny that offer, as harshly as you can. All you want is for him to drop the act and admit it's him, but your outburst only puts Greenboard more on edge. Sure, Boombox changes to a shocked expression, but you both know it's a lie.

"Oh Swords, this is worse than I thought..." Boombox begins. Those lips of his prepare to seal the deal, to doom you to listening. "I think I really should keep you safe..."

You turn to Greenboard. You beg with your eyes that they don't let you go with this monster, that they see the obvious lies he spouts, that the gaze behind the visor is one of pure joy, but to your horror...

... All Greenboard replies is "Yeah, who better than you? You're their boyfriend."

[kalpeavaris]

To Be Among Stars

Find the story on AO3

(sadly, tumblr acts like like the AO3 URL itself is 'not a complete link' despite working just fine when send to other people or used as hyperlink, so this will have to do-)

Some doomed Jessa, a one-shot I wrote :] This is not canon to the other MD AUs/stories I have, so no worries- anything happening in the one-shots stay in the one-shots.

This one in particular experiments with the "What If" scenario of J not surviving her injuries aquired in the fall she took in the final battle against the Solver - and how it'll end for her.

Please heed the tags/warnings. o7

[anarchywoofwoof]

let's recap what we've learned about the United States in the last few days.

things that are terrorism:

allegedly shooting a healthcare CEO whose company generated more pure profit (not revenue, profit) in a year than the GDP of 94 countries, exclusively by denying coverage to people who pay for it

a 42-year-old mother of 2 using the wrong combination of 7 words during a heated conversation with a call center employee at a health insurance company who was in the process of denying her health coverage.

things that are not terrorism:

mass shooting in a Black church to incite a race war

going to a BLM protest specifically to kill protestors

a neo-nazi running over a crowd of people, killing a woman

targeting and killing 23 latinos in an el paso, texas walmart

killing 12 people in a theatre, shooting 58 others, rigging your apartment with explosives

a QAnon groyper killing 7 and shooting ~50 at a 4th of July parade

killing 3 people and shooting several others at a Planned Parenthood in defense of the unborn

stalking someone relentlessly and then killing them and their child despite months of the victim making police reports

any one of the 1,200 murders committed by US police yearly, the vast majority being minorities

tightening your border while ~100 immigrants (including children) drown every year in the Rio Grande

United Healthcare killing an unnknowable number of elderly people by using faulty AI to deny medically necessary coverage

Aetna killing a woman by refusing to cover her cancer care

Blue Cross killing a 6-year-old by denying her appendicitis surgery

Cigna killing a 17-year-old child by denying her liver transplant

the pharmaceutical industry killing half a million people with opioids in the name of producing revenues in 2023 that rivaled the GDPs of countries like Spain, Mexico, and Australia.

the United States killing 45,000 people a year because they can't access health coverage

make sure you keep this guide handy the next time you find yourself interacting with your insurance company or any other millionaire, billionaire, or an individual who is part of a protected class such as a CEO or president of a corporation.

[justice-bringer]

*she rips it out and self heals real quick* what was it you said about not being a asshole? You asked a question and I answered.

HiNemesisIknowyouhatemebutIthinkIveupsetAeolusandIdontknowwhattodopleasehelp!

@og-aaaaaaaaaa

*sigh* What did you do now?