#twink democracy

[is-this-a-twink]

Luke Skywalker from Star Wars

[twinkpoll]

Minipoll

Unfortunately Tumblr is stupid and only allows those two options for now. :/

[sleepy-spacetronaut]

When the Mystery Shack acquired a feisty gremlin

Start note: (22/11/2024) I have been experimenting a lot with designing Bill Cipher alternates and although they all have some points of resemblance, they have their own energy of a sort. Once the hyperfixation is over I will switch back to brainstorming lore for my personal projects, but this little experimental phase gave me a kick for making more emotional expressions and comic-format drawings. Also, I randomly started to write short fanfiction chapters for this design, my imagination has been running wild in the past few months, so stay tuned for potential story bits!

(Edit on D/M/Y: 07/12/2024: The reason this is the 4th design is because I had this drawing made in the beginning of November, but had not gotten the chance to post since my phone was unusable for about two whole weeks, so I switched to digital art in the meantime.

*will add ID for bottom picture later

One more idea that flashed through my head recently— if Bill can be a Tumblr Sexyman, then he also could total be a short, stocky and gremlin-like in a human form. Held he ravaging the pantry, causing a major ruckus in the shack, fighting children over candy—-Gosh, the POTENTIAL of this, if put in the Handyman Bill (credit to @/ on twitter) AU is endless.

Hypothetical scenarios with this design:

Ford, opening the door to get out of the Shack: What the—?

Bill, slouching on the shack’s doorstep: Hey Fordsy , guess who’s baaaack! Did you miss me, admit it, you missed me ! >:^)

Ford: … I may have missed you last time, but guess what? My aim has gotten BETTER!

Bill: *sits upright and stops smiling, now looking confused* Wuh—?

Ford: *punts him like a soccer ball*

Bill: *Shrieks while flying away and disappears with a twinkle in the sky*

Mabel and Dipper: SCOOOOORE! 📢

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[After Bill had been caught red handed raiding the pantry and eating all the snacks]

Stan: *pulls out a pair of regular handcufs and tries to put them onto Bill’s wrists* There! Problem solved! Now you can’t get your grubby paws into the pantry—

*the shackles immediately slide off and fall to the floor with a metallic thud*

Bill and Stan stare at the ground rather dumbly. Bill snorts.

Bill, cackling and pumping his fists into the air: AHAHA! YES! YESSSSS! Finaly something good came out of theses acursed baby hands! SUCK IT, FEZ—-!

Stan: *unceremoniously picks him up by the scruf of the shirt*

Bill:*his tiny face flushing red with anger* Wh- What the heck!? Put me down! * starts to wriggle* STANLEY PINES, YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL, YOU MEASLY WORM WITH CATARACTS ! YOU DUMBASS! PUT ME DOWN OR I’LL— I’LL-

Stan: *goes over to the coat hanger hook on the wall and hangs Bill by the fabric of his shirts, grinning triumphantly* Or you’ll what? Steal my kneecaps? You’re powerless, Cipher. For once just admit that you lost and quit rummaging through our food!

Bill:*stops wiggling like a worm to stare daggers at Stanley*…I’m gonna scream and get your ass fined and incarcerated for child abuse. >:(

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Stan, to Soos: I made a mistake by giving that menace a tricycle; he’s been rolling on it after my ankles ever since.

*Bill approaching rapidly in the background on his tricycle, a stick in hand*

Bill: HWOOOOYA! Take THAT, old fart! *smacks Stan’s shins repeatedly*

Stan: *glowers* that’s IT, I’m selling you on the internet, you ankle bitter. 

(And this is how the Pines officially acquired a new puny arch nemesis to replace the menace that was Gideon Gleeful.)

Wake up democracy, it is Polling Time!

I don’t have a preference when it comes to my Bill designs, but if love to know what’s your take on them and see if we got any favourite.

For reference, here are the links to each design, but I recommend to just look through my pinned post for additional art or info.

Design 1

Design 2

Design 3

Design 4 (it’s this post! Scroll up🔝 )

Design 5

End note: I will perhaps make a short fanfic with this concept but it will be much later, as I have already Vogelfrei to work on and Rewind the Timeline. Feel free to check out the story concept for both fanfic ideas on my pinned post. Have a great day/afternoon/evening/night, fellow tumbkerfolks!

[mostrizzaward]

these twinks are destroying democracy

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Asmodeus' trip to the human world

(Takes place in the same universe as the Tired Dad!Lucifer AU, so there are things in here that will be disproven by canon. For now we just roll with it)

All the devil kings were in their late teens, so Lucifer had a bit less to worry about. They were able to take care of their countries without Lucifer calling them every hour to make sure they don't start a war. Lucifer had a tiring day at the hospital, as always, and he layed down on the bed exhausted. Gamigin (who was Morax's substitute since Morax got way too injured trying to save another demon) went up to Lucifer with a bunch of papers in his hands. He was a bit nervous since it was the first time Gamigin was directly asked by Lucifer to be his assistent.

Gamigin: Your Majesty Lucifer, today is an important day in Hell. Have you gotten his majesty Asmodeus a gift for his birthday?

Lucifer glared at him confused and tired. He groaned and got up from his bed to check the calander

Lucifer: I made you my assistent because I thought you were an inteligent creature inspite of your dragonic origins. Do you seriously think I would forget one of my... business partner's date of birth? Do you even know who I am?! Look! Asmodeus' birthday is on the 5th of November! And today is... the... 5th...

Lucifer stared at the calendar for a few minutes, unmoving. Gamigin was worried that Lucifer got psychic damage from the revalation, so he stroked Lucifer's sholder. Lucifer turned to him and glared at the intern assistent.

Lucifer: If you value your life even a smidge, you won't speak of this incident for the rest of your meaningless existence.

Gamigin nodded and Lucifer sighed pacing in his office. Lucifer grabbed his phone and called Asmodeus.

Asmodeus: Lucifer, you never call me, what happened?

Lucifer: ...happy birthday

Asmodeus: Hahaha did you really call me just to wish me a happy birthday?

Lucifer: yes, you should be grateful, you and Belphegor are the only ones who's I have marked on my calendar.

Asmodeus: I feel honored, Luci

Lucifer: Never call me that again

Asmodeus: You know, I actually wanted to call you as well. There's something only you can do, and I think it's selfish not to share, especially since you don't use that power that often.

Lucifer: I'm never giving you or Beelzebub any more drugs.

Asmodeus: No no, not that, Beelzebub has a new plug. I was talking about your ability to go to the human world. I wanna go meet some hot human bitches and twinks. Get my dick wet a tad.

Lucifer: No. Never. No demons in the human world.

Asmodeus: Oh come on, it's my birthday! How come you can go on Earth and gowk at some human ass, but when I want to do it, it's illegal?

Lucifer: Don't you dare bring Catalina into this!

As Gamigin heard the two argue on the phone, he tapped Lucifer sholder.

Lucifer: What?!

Gamigin: How about you go visit his majesty Asmodeus at his palace and have a talk there? It would be more democratic.

Lucifer: ...Gamigin, this is an absolutist monarchy, there is no democracy, you do what I tell you to do.

Asmodeus: Wait... Gamigin? My man, where have you been? I haven't seen you since that one orgy in december. We should totally meet one of these days.

Lucifer: You two know eachother? Doesn't matter. Asmodeus, make sure your wearing clothes. I'm teleporting in your apartment in negative five minutes.

Gamigin had already drawn Asmodeus' pentagram on the floor that transported Lucifer and him to the lust kings office. It was dark with red LED lights illuminating the borderline sex dungeon. Asmodeus was wearing a thong and nothing else. There were a few demons having a messy orgy in one of the corners, a lady in a full latex suit domminating a tied up woman in another and three buff men stripping. Lucifer had grown used to Asmodeus' prefrences when it came to assistents, but Gamigin, even as a fully grown demon, still felt flustered by the lewd displays.

Asmodeus: Welcome back to Abbanon, Lucifer!

Lucifer: Why in your office? Do they not have rooms?

Lucifer cringed when he stepped in a sticky white liquid that looked more like a puddle than anything.

Asmodeus: If they're at home, I can't watch them. I have great multi-attention skills. Fucking your assistents as a king is abuse of power, but making them fuck eachother in front of you isn't.

Lucifer: It still is.

Asmodeus: Not in Abbanon, it isn't.

Gamigin: Does Abbanon have laws?

Asmodeus: People over 18 aren't allowed to have sex with people under 18, but people under 18 can fuck eachother if they want. If you fuck a corpse or an animal, wear a condom so you won't get a nasty infection (Paradise Lost stopped taking in petiants from Abbanon that got injured due to sex, fuck you Lucifer for that one). We don't kink shame and we don't force people into sex... we drug them into being ok with it.

Lucifer: I don't care about your degenarate country's laws, I want to destow opon you a present of your choosing.

Before Asmodeus could even ask for human world access, Lucifer denied it.

Asmodeus: What do you have against me in particular? I mean, you're nice to Belphegor and Leviathan, but the moment I ask something of you, you turn your nose away?

Lucifer: I like Leviathan and Belphegor because they don't ask for anything. You were a very demanding child to raise and I hold nothing but contempt for you and Beelzebub. You two are so gross and unsanitary all the time, before I stopped admiting your succubi in the emergiancy room, it was filled with just yeast infections, UTIs, STDs, mutilation, anal bleeding. It didn't help that during all the operations to cure them, they were constantly moaning. You know I have to restrain one of my best healers cause he gets horny and aggressive swiftly, I don't want your obsecene incubi making it harder for him.

Asmodeus: You, Lucifer, act all high and mighty just because you were the first. But the same God that made you, made me as well. Lust is as much a part of nature as any virtue. One would think you knew that from how you were with Catalina.

Lucifer: That has nothing to do with you.

Asmodeus: Just let me finish, jeez. You learned something from your encounter with her, with humanity. If you want me to change, maybe you should let me experience the wider world, not just the one we made for ourselves down here. Please, let me do this. Trust me, one month in the human world and I'll come back a changed person. I promise you... and unlike you, I cannot lie.

Lucifer stared at Asmodeus' desprate face when he heard that. He sighed and remembered that he acted the same when he was Asmodeus' age. He walks closer to Asmodeus, glaring him down. When he's right next to him, he puts a hand over his sholder ackwardly before taking it back and murmurs.

Lucifer: One month. No more, no less.

Asmodeus: One month. And then I'll just do it myself like wiith the drugs.

Lucifer: And this is why you can't have nice things. Also, you owe me big time for this one.

Asmodeus: Got it!

Once Lucifer left, Asmodeus was extatic and deeply kissed one of the male strippers. He needed to take his excitment out somehow.

[kingwuko]

I love the idea of Wu being a kind, just and wise Earth King while being a selfish, bratty twink privately making Mako's job as caring, doting and level-headed consort crucial for the well-being of the transitioning Earth Kingdom into a Federation of Earth Countries/Estates. Give me yar best shot of Pre-Democracy Earth King Wu, please?

Listen Wu just kinda has a bratty streak he can't help it!!! And yes once he gets his act together and gets serious about ruling and reforming the earth kingdom he's got to have SOME outlet for his inner brat and Mako is subject to it (don't let Mako's grumpy face fool you he likes it wink wink).

I have always headcanoned that it takes a while to transition to a democracy but I go back and forth on how long and whether or not they actually get married and Mako becomes a consort or if he just lives in Ba Sing Se with Wu.

As for Wu, I think he's a good listener and I think he pays attention to what the people envision for the transition. He vowed to let each state come up with their own timetable for elections, and I think his focus would perhaps be on reforming the central government ESPECIALLY taxes. Like Hou-Ting was taxing states into poverty (as shown in season 3 when korrasami collected the tax money for her) Wu's gonna fix that for sure. I also like to imagine he's inspired to create a better, more consistent safety net for the people, avatar health and human services you know. Child welfare, unemployment, public health, etc. specifically after Mako opens his eyes to the reality of poverty that exists in the world.

And I think Mako's right by his side though I go back and forth on how he supports Wu. Maybe they're married and he's actually King Consort and has some Real Power. Or maybe he lives in Ba Sing Se and works there. Or maybe he divides his time between Ba Sing Se and Republic City, doing a little work in both.

[vore-mecca]

Hey, I know you’re almost certainly here to escape for a while, but if you’re a fellow American, can I have your attention for just a moment?

Democracy is Fragile

I’m here to talk about vore and hopefully turn you on in the process, not politics, but the existential threat to our democracy that Trump uniquely presents transcends politics. If you’re an American citizen it is YOUR responsibility to vote and continue to encourage others to stand up and do their part. So please, vote before getting vored. If you know well-intentioned folks who “just can’t be bothered”, swallow them and spit them out at your nearest polling place. Consider strategically hunting at gun shows and proud boys meetings and waiting until after November 5th to ravage your local twink population. If you just can’t resist your local bear’s ass another day, consider sending in a mail-in or going to an early polling place.

Know the Stakes

All kidding aside, if you’re a US citizen (if you’re too young to vote you’re too young to be on this page) vote like our democracy depends on it (because it very well might).

[townupsidedown]

top 3 real people who scare the crap out of me

1) Abraham Lincoln. He just has a nightmarishly scary picture. In other pictures, he doesn't look like an alien who came to take over the earth. Maybe his main picture is his first picture, and then he was already imbued with democracy and decided to make people's lives better by becoming president.

2) Barack Obama, Elizabeth 2 and other people who are considered reptiloids. The trolls have done their job, now I can't look at them any other way.

3) Eminem's voice when he sings for Slim Shady. By the way, I always thought Eminem was supposed to be the ultimate 90s twink, but something went wrong.

[iambic-stan]

The Day After

Ugh, I'm so depressed and needed this escapism.

Why did I allow myself to have hope, I wondered, tossing around the last few sips of my drink at the bottom of the glass.  Brooks & Dunn's "Neon Moon" was playing quietly. The bright pink lights over the bar and emptiness of the room created just the right ambiance for me to cover myself in melancholy.   Living in a red state, I had to find myself a gay bar to sulk at, even if I'd never patronized this one before.  Anywhere else, I risked witnessing people celebrating. It was just the day after and nothing else felt remotely safe--physically or emotionally. 

I guessed the bar was really only empty because it was 8:00 p.m., not because everyone queer was hiding at home.  I simultaneously wanted to be alone but also wanted someone to talk to, even if it was just venting.  Or they just vented to me.  I didn't think I could stand to talk about anything else as if it was just another day instead of Day 1 of a jarring acceleration to the death of democracy as we all knew it.  There was a hurricane in the Gulf.  I had a class to teach the next day.  Chappell Roan sang a new song on Saturday Night Live.  They'd just released a new teaser trailer for season 5 of Stranger Things.  Quincy Jones died a couple of days ago.  But who the fuck could care?  Maybe I would've said as much to the bartender, but he was outside for a smoke break.

My head was buried in my phone and I was doom scrolling when a voice I knew but didn't said, "Come on, twink--you're at the Pink Pony Club but you're not dancing!" and laughed obnoxiously.  My head popped up and I took in the heavy clown makeup, boat-neck lime green dress and Fifth Element wig with so much volume you could hide a family of rats in it. I blinked several times.  The blinking helped lubricate my eyes with the tears that had settled in them but I still couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Yes--it's me, Bianca Del Rio," she continued.  "For once, I'm not the biggest bitch around.  I take it you heard that over 70 million Americans put the 'cunt' in 'country' yesterday.  They make me look like fucking Mother Teresa, hahaha!  Just kidding--she was actually kind of a cunt, too--read the Christopher Hitchens book.  Oh fuck I almost forgot--I don't read!  Now where is the bartender who gave you that martini you're drowning your sorrows in?  No one wants to work anymore, you know?"

"I love you," I choked out.  Well that was embarrassing.  In a sense, it was true--I was obsessed with Bianca Del Rio and had met her at a show in El Paso--a moment I had replayed in my mind dozens of times though she surely didn't remember it.  She met more people than anyone could remember.  But also, Bianca Del Rio was not a real person but a drag persona, and I didn't know the man behind her personally, so I couldn't really love either one.  But I was shocked, angry, and sad and my social filter was malfunctioning.

"Oh, that's the booze talking," she dismissed, waving her lemon yellow nails at me.  "What are you so down about, white man?  Didn't buy what he was selling?  My whole family's getting deported tomorrow.  But Trump does love white men, almost as much as he loves grabbing 'em by the pussy.  But maybe you've realized that being white won't help you when people find out you're sticking your dick in some other man's ass."

"I have a vagina," I said, as though it was any of Bianca's (or Roy's) business.  I looked at her face to see the recognition, but it didn't appear to be anything she hadn't heard before, so I kept going.

"So if some asshole rapes and impregnates me, I have to scrape together the money to travel several states over for an abortion...if that's still legal.  But it's not just that...it's everything.  It's worrying about Obergefell v. Hodges being overturned, the tariff proposals, Ukraine, climate change....the continual funding of Israel..."  

She sat down at the bar next to me, nodding solemnly.  Slowly, her demeanor changed and I guessed she was slipping out of character, which, even in my despair, melted my heart because she was just so adorable.  She reached out and touched my hand, and I took hold of hers.  It was so incredibly soft--I wanted to ask if she used some expensive creams, and I never wanted to let go of it.  "You're so beautiful," I said, remembering I had said the same thing that night in El Paso.

She jerked her phone out of her purse and said, "Let me get you my ophthalmologist's number, because clearly you can't see a GODDAMN THING!"  I let out a laugh.  "There it is!" she said, pointing at me.  "I made you laugh.  And your name is?"

"Sebastian."

I had barely uttered the last syllable when she retorted, "Faggot," which made me chuckle again in spite of myself.

"Listen, Fag--I mean Sebastian, this is a pretty nice bar--maybe you should go out more and talk to people instead of moping about your useless vote in a sea of red, huh?  I try to visit this place whenever I'm in town, though not normally this early.  But this way I get to chat with a loser like you and feel better about my pathetic self, you know?  And the coming years look bleak, but think about it this way--we'll all die anyway!  There's no way out except under...the ground.  We're only particles of change orbiting around the sun.  That was poetic, right?  It wasn't me, though--that was Joni Mitchell."

"I know!" I said, getting a bit excited.  "From 'Hejira.'  I love that song, and the album."

The bartender walked back in, looking unfazed that a celebrity was sitting next to me. He and Bianca nodded in some unspoken language at one another and he started to make what I guessed was her usual drink.

"What else do you love, Sebastian?" she asked, with a smile that looked quite sincere but comical at the same time with the exaggerated fuschia lip and raccoon eyes.

"Oh, I love heartbeats," I blurted out.  Really? I thought.  Couldn't go with chai lattes or Cher?  Had to go straight to cardiophilia?

"Guess we kind of need them," she said sarcastically.

"Sorry I'm being so weird.  I'm a HUGE fan.  I just meant I love listening to heartbeats, and having mine listened to.  Wow.  I can't believe I told you that.  Like, I have a stethoscope collection.  It's a thing."

When she raised her eyebrows a bit, I knew she'd never heard of this before, which made me feel embarrassed.  But she didn't say anything unkind; she just listened.

"Do you want to listen to my heart?" she asked, as the bartender handed her a martini.  My eyes traveled to her chest and I watched it rise with an intake of breath.  I thought about how strange it was to be so attracted to someone whose public image was meant to be ridiculous rather than sexy.  But I still pictured her smile and played the same bits from The Pit Stop in my head whenever I couldn't sleep.  I had imagined her heartbeat many, many times.

Bianca didn't wait for a response before opening her arms.  "It's nice to meet you again," she said as I leaned toward her, my head landing on her chest just above the collar of her dress.  At once I heard the heart of the man behind this larger-than-life queen, thumping loudly--yet slowly and steadily.  I focused on his relaxed breathing, tried to allow it to calm my own.  I was near Erb's point and could hear every second heart sound clearly, and it was musical.  For a moment I forgot why I was so distraught.  When I remembered, I let out a long sigh, but I kept my arms wrapped around his waist and listened as long as I could.  I knew none of this would be fixed overnight, and maybe some of it never could be fixed.  But I had this night, and for now, that would have to do.

[gaykarstaagforever]

I just spent the last 8 and a half hours (on my delivery run) watching friendlyjordies's videos.

I think I understand Australian politics better than I understand American politics at this point.

Also Rupert Murdoch and his awful family are international supervillains destroying Western democracy so they can buy bigger boats, who we should be working to stop, not turning into romanticized television characters we can empathize with. You gross weirdos. Stop making your enemies snuggly. They are trying to eat you. God the middle class is awful.

Anyway, yes I mostly started watching Jordan because he is a hot little twink man.

[is-this-a-twink]

Arcade Gannon from Fallout: New Vegas

[surpriseroundtellyourfriends]

Hey tell us more about Cadmus

Anything, whatever you want to talk about

Omggggg (twirls my hair)

I think his character in the kayfab was a corrupt politician who constantly changed sides, so like, he was ON the face team sometimes but never truly a face. Sort of a "will do political favors for bribes" type (fulfilling the role Soccer Moses actually plays irl, LOL). He always wanted his character to get a redemption arc, but Vice would never allow it.

He likes burgers and apple pie, and he'll get mad at you if you say he's America-themed. He's DEMOCRACY-THEMED. (This is just a joke poking fun at Nubby haha)

He wakes up early every morning to go jogging; he used to work out and weight lift a lot (often with the other wrestlers), but ever since... you know... he stopped doing that.

Peter (Door Guy) was one of his closest wrestling pals. Peter was a twink with an endlessly cheerful attitude who baked great sweets and brought them in for everyone sometimes. Cadmus asked him the recipe for his apple pie once, but when he tried making it himself it didn't go very well, to put it lightly. Peter was one of the only people who knew his epithet before it got spilled to the entire world.

[andromerot]

after that evil twink from wtnv beat mabel in the podcast sexyman polls i have been reconsidering my position on democracy

[five-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

Teenage girl fights a twink over how democracy works

‘You are trying to slap some sense into your ex-boyfriend, while he does not let you sleep.’

[sillyforestwizard]

can we still call it democracy if twinks have no opinion

[concretecowb0y]

I wanted to review a different book as my first one but given the rightwing unrest in England and Northern Ireland right now I have determined this to be far more relevant.

Mephisto – Klaus Mann

Fiction 1936

Elevator Pitch: Weimar Republic call out thread, Jewish Twink drags kinky German sub through the court of public opinion.

Fascists are stupid fat venial people, their love of cruelty is only exceeded by their love of self.

This book is erroneously labeled as fiction, everything in it happened, the people have different names but their actions are real. It begs one question of its reader, what would you do if you were living in the embryotic stages of a fascist state? You think you would fight it, be the hero, say the speech, raise the banner of democracy; I do to. But this isn’t a book its your life, death happens and its final, you don’t get to see the statue they build of you in the martyrs square it just goes black.

Klaus Mann Fled Germany Hans Otto stayed to fight fascism, Klaus Mann went on to serve in the US Army and continued to write. Otto was abducted by Nazis and tortured to death refusing to give a single name of his comrades. Mann Died by his own hand. What would you rather do should Fascism come to power in your own county? Live and be racked by the guilt of what more you could have done or die a terrible death in the fight against it.

(There is always the option of collaboration but if that is an option to you don’t bother reading this, you will end up doing that.)

The right wing appears several times in the book represented by Göring and his wife but the primary focus and much of its condemnation is that of the intellectual and bourgeoisie turn coats. The rich will always align with fascism, they would rather die atop their mountain of gold then share a single copper; I respect the conviction, but they are my enemy. Fascists are losers they cannot win without bourgeoise support which we know they will receive. We have two great strengths on the left, Fascism (our enemy) will eat itself given enough time, and they need our support too.

These EDL lads have grass roots support because they recognize the rot at the heart of capital, they just lay that at the feet of refugees instead of bankers. The economy has forgotten these people, and they are more miserable and poorer than their parents, Brexit ensured that this trend will only get worse and so too will the violence. Labor has foreclosed upon themselves the opportunity to improve the situation, given the choice between maintenance of the status quo and fascism the poor will choose fascism, where are we?

I have the only correct interpretations of books, but I don’t claim to have an answer to the question this book poses. In the interest of never finding out these answers we need to fight now, not just in the streets but with policy, we need to offer the suffering poor an alternative, point their rage in the right direction. Anti Racist Anti-Fascist counter protests are worth doing but the EDL is learning, their had will get stronger as things get worse, advocate for socialism, prevent your own death.