#what having several thousand followers does to a motherfucker with problems.

[4lph4kidz]

honestly hilarious how many punches ive been pulling for fear of coming off wrong wrt fucking homestuck of all things but it's not just lame cowardice on my part like i think since bearing witness to the kind of insane fandom discourse that existed 2016-2020 i'm half convinced i'll be skinned alive if i imply something strange or unsavory about somebody's blorbo. but actually no that makes it sound like there will be tangible consequences for mildly irritating someone on the internet which isn't true generally speaking it's just the rsd/ocd and i need to get over the idea of people not liking me

[masterthespianduchovny]

Why do “progressives” keep treating the DNC as some big, bad boogie man because Bernie didn’t win opposed to realizing that most voters didn’t want him?

I know the Bernie or bust crowd believes that people who didn’t support him were “low info” and bought into propaganda, but has it ever occurred to any of y’all these criticisms may apply to y’all.

I’ve noticed that whenever talking to a never Biden person, most of them consistently say that Biden doesn’t support something that he’s on record supporting. There is a fundamental difference between not believing he’ll follow through in his word and saying he does support “x” at all.

And, more times than not, these Bernie or bust/never Biden people AREN’T Democrats, yet they have the nerve to speak for the party. Which explains why they’re confused as to how Bernie lost and/or blame the dnc. Bernie was rejected by actual democrats because 1. He kept shitting on the party 2. He doesn’t share their values. But, you say, “saving human lives aren’t their values???” Yes, but it has to be realistic meaning the legislation has a chance at being passed.

These voters constantly mock people for asking “how is he going to pay for this” as if it’s not a valid question. Let’s think about it this way: even if bernies plans were supported, they would be denied based off of shitty budgeting. His M4A plan has a 15 trillion GAP. It costs 32 trillion and, when the math was broken down, they had no idea how to account for 15 TRILLION dollars.

Who the fuck is going to pass a god damn plan like that?

Loans worth a couple thousand have been denied for less, but y’all don’t think appropriately accounting for the money for a plan worth trillions of dollars is important?

And Bernie had fucking years to fine tune this plan, so what the fuck?

The other part: dem voters don’t believe that Bernie is the only person who can achieve certain things. When talking about M4A, which is a FORM OF universal healthcare, Bernie supporters act as if Bernie is the only person supporting this and to ever support this (in America). Both of these beliefs are false.

Hillary supported universal healthcare in THE 90s. And I believe she supported it even before Bernie was a national name. Outside of her, most of the candidates supported universal healthcare, but had different paths to achieve this.

People can say “it’s not far left enough” until they are blue in the face, but a healthcare policy not matching your politics doesn’t mean it’s not universal healthcare. For those who are confused, using another form of insurance as an example: I was a claim associate for a car insurance company. At my company, not sure if this applied to other companies, but when someone said they had full coverage, it applied to: collision, comprehensive, tow, and rental. Now, people literally thought that meant everything including uninsured and additional medical coverage, etc. But, it only referred to FOUR key things.

My point: many of you are talking about something you don’t understand when you’re really showing how much you don’t understand.

Part of the reason we can’t go far left is that republicans are going to shoot that shit down on sight, but the other part is about budgeting and feasibility. These people have to work through details we don’t even have to think about—Bernie’s plan is super inclusive, but the budgeting part is utter shit!

Circling back: Bernie doesn’t resonating with dem voters who ACTUALLY vote. This doesn’t mean these voters “don’t” care for young people or the sick, but many of these people—older—have spent years watching and listening to politicians made grand promises. Whether or not these politicians believe what they say is irrelevant because voters know when someone will be able to accomplish what they’ve promised.

Bernie isn’t that person.

He’s promising a lot of free shit and, yeah, it ain’t going to happen.

Even if he were elected potus, the presidency isn’t a dictatorship and trump has only “accomplished” the shit he has with the backing of congress. Which...Bernie doesn’t have. And more times than not, those back trump are a majority of republicans who control the congress.

But, also, don’t try to put this on those who don’t believe Bernie can accomplish shit, because the fact still remains that people, not me, are voting these people into their position. Attacking dems won’t get rid of your republican problem or the fact that voting dems don’t think Bernie will be able to accomplish shit because they’re realists.

Then there’s the fact that many of you motherfuckers DON’T vote. Y’all think because people like Bernie on social media, that means he’s “won.” But, anyone can be popular online. Which leads to: y’all overstating how popular Bernie was.

Bernie’s wins in 2016 had people the people’s choice back then, when really, anti Hillary/Clinton and sexism/misogyny was why he over performed. Don’t believe me, look at the voting trends this year.

Bernie knee he didn’t have the votes and wanted a brokered convention. He had a black voter problem and they are the backbone of the party. People who insist that Biden only regained the lead because of the Obama connection are being racist. Joe’s role in the Obama administration played a part, but not enough to have joe winning the way he is.

Joe was not most peoples first choice. But, misinformation, which torpedoed several candidates, or lack of funds caused many to drop out. Since the field was no longer split, candidates started supporting Biden, and Bernie’s far left policies didn’t resonate with older voters, Biden started becoming “popular.” Biden appeals to many voters regardless of party affiliation. And that’s what helped him win the dem nom.

Not the DNC.

But, keep peddling this conspiracy and living in your echo chamber.

[hotforharrison]

Shelter ch 3

Chapter 2 <-- Series Masterlist --> Chapter 4

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield/Reader, Tom Holland/Reader, eventually Harrison Osterfield/Reader/Tom Holland

Summary: You’re stuck thousands of miles away from home and everything you’ve ever known as what had come to be known as ‘the infection’ spreads. Things look bleak until you find your two saviors.

Word Count: 2,166

Warnings: Language, brief (one sentence) mention of sexual assault.

A/N: This part is much tamer than the last one. Poor reader, though.

“Harry,” you said again, burying your face in his chest. He was warm, and solid, and most importantly, alive. It was everything you’d hoped for.

“Actually, it’s Harrison, or Haz,” he tried to correct you. He glanced over at Tom. “Did you tell her my name?”

“No, that’s all her,” Tom commented. “Do you think you can take care of her while I make a supply run?”

“Of course, mate,” Harrison told Tom.

You heard Tom walk off while you clinged to Harrison as if your life depended on it, still convinced that he was Harry.

“You’re pretty gross right now. Let’s get you into the bath, yeah?” he suggested.

“Don’t leave me,” you insisted.

“I won’t,” he reassured you.

You took his hand as he led you to a bathroom with a tub and shower, turning on the tap to run a warm bath.

“You should get undressed,” he told you.

You stripped off your bloody top and bra, struggling a bit with the clasp as dazed as you were, and toed off your slightly less bloody shoes.

When Harrison didn’t start undressing, too, you glanced over at him, confused.

“Aren’t you going to join me, Harry?” you asked.

“What? No?” he answered, looking at you like you were crazy. “And it’s Harrison. Harr-i-son. Not Harry.”

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long, and I don’t want the last man to touch me to be that bastard Tom shot. Please,” you begged.

“I’d be a monster if I did anything with you right now, and even if I were that sort of monster, Tom would fucking kill me if I took advantage of you, love,” Harrison said. “I will help you get cleaned up, though. I’m honestly not sure if you’d drown in the tub or not in this state.”

You pouted a bit, but let Harrison help you into the tub without actually joining you. He gently rubbed a soapy washcloth over your dirty skin, rinsing it in the tub until the water turned an unpleasant shade of black.

You hissed when he put shampoo in your hair, pain and stinging blossoming from the back of your head.

“Shit, your head is bleeding. That’s a nasty bump. No wonder you’re being weird,” he commented while he rinsed you off with fresh water from the slowly running tap.

“I’m not being weird,” you argued as he drained the dirty water.

He rolled his eyes at you. “You think I’m Harry, whoever the fuck that is.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re my boyfriend, Harry. You used to be infected, but now you’re okay again,” you explained to him, like he was a child. “I’ve never been so glad to be wrong.”

“Fuck,” he said to himself. “I hate to tell you this, but I’m definitely not him. You probably have a concussion.”

“But…” you trailed off, sniffling. “If you’re not Harry, he’s still dead.”

“Yeah,” he said, sighing. “You’re clean. Let me see if I can find something for you to wear for now.”

He helped you to your feet and handed you a towel. You weren’t stable enough to stand for long periods of time, so you sat down on the toilet lid and started drying off slowly and carefully, not sure what to think.

He was apparently satisfied that you were safe for the moment. “I’ll be right back.”

He returned a couple minutes later with some sweatpants and a t-shirt. “These will have to work. I’m sure Tom will bring back something for you that’ll work better.”

“Would you lie down with me?” you asked softly as you got dressed.

You watched as he bit his lip while he considered it.

“Alright,” he eventually agreed, leading you to a bedroom.

“Go on,” he said, gesturing at the bed.

You lay down, and he got in bed you, arms wrapping around you.

“This is nicer than I imagined it would be,” you commented.

“No one’s ever held you before?” he asked, obviously surprised.

“No,” you responded, a few tears rolling down your cheek. “I always wondered what this would be like, what it would be like waking up in his arms.”

Harrison pulled you against him a little tighter. “I’m not him, but I won’t let you wake up alone,” he promised.

“Thank you.” You paused. “Harrison.”

His name felt strange on your tongue when he looked so much like your boyfriend had.

You nodded off in his arms, feeling safe and warm for the first time since you landed in London. If you closed your eyes, he could still be Harry for a while longer.

You regained awareness to a hushed conversation with a pounding headache, but kept your eyes closed and remained silent.

“What in the living fucking hell are you doing?” you heard someone softly say, angrily. It took a minute to place it as Tom. “I told you to take care of her, not fuck her.”

“I wouldn’t and definitely didn’t!” Harrison whispered from beside you, equally angrily. “She wanted to be held. She told me Harry is her dead boyfriend. He got infected. She thought I was him. I wasn’t going to leave her alone after that. Hell, she’d never even been held before. She just wanted some comfort. I could give her that.”

“I swear to god, Harrison, if you do anything to her while she’s like this,” Tom warned. “Some piece of shit motherfuckers were about to gang rape her a few hours ago. She’s probably still in shock.”

“Jesus. I won’t do anything to her,” he reassured Tom. “I promised I’d be here when she woke up. She deserved at least that much.”

“Alright,” Tom eventually agreed, “but you are going to be a perfect gentleman with her. I know you haven’t had a girl in your bed in months, but I mean it.”

“I won’t lay a hand on her,” Harrison promised.

You couldn’t help but groan at the way your stomach was starting to feel sick.

“Sweetheart, how are you doing?” Tom asked.

“Feel like I’m gonna puke,” you told him.

“Figured you would,” Tom told you and handed you a bucket that had been on the floor at the foot of the bed.

You barely got yourself over it before you spilled the contents of your stomach into it, which amounted to nothing more than some bile. Your mouth and throat burned.

Harrison started to roll away, but you quickly turned over and grabbed him.

“Don’t leave,” you said, desperately.

“I just have to piss,” Harrison reassured you. “I’ll be right back. Promise.”

You reached out your hands to Tom. He sat on the edge of the bed next to you.

“I’m sorry I’m being so needy,” you told him. “Harrison looks so much like Harry, and I thought…”

“It’s alright,” Tom said.

“Do you have my phone?” you asked.

“Yeah, it’s right here.” He handed it to you.

It still had some battery life left on it. You scrolled through your photos until you got to one of Harry and held it up.

“Holy shit, he really does look like Harrison.”

Harrison walked back in. “Who?”

You showed your phone to Harrison, too.

“I didn’t know I had a doppelganger wandering around London,” he commented.

“Yeah,” you agreed. You put your mostly useless phone on the nightstand. “I was just confused. I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, love,” Harrison said. “I’m more than happy to be your cuddle buddy if that’s what you need. You don’t even snore like this div.” He gestured at Tom.

“Hey,” Tom complained. “Let me know if he gets too handsy.”

“I think that was more me than him,” you admitted.

“Don’t worry about it,” Harrison said, gently squeezing your hand.

“Do you want to see if you can keep down some paracetamol?” Tom asked.

You turned to Tom. “What’s that?”

“Just a painkiller. I don’t know how much it’ll help with your pain, but it’s better than nothing,” he replied.

You sat on the edge of the bed until your world mostly stopped spinning. When you stood up, you grabbed the bucket and followed Tom, Harrison close behind.

Your mouth still burned. “Can I have something to drink?”

“We have plenty of water.” Tom led you to a small kitchen and gestured for you to sit at the table.

“I’ll go grab the paracetamol,” Harrison said, leaving the kitchen.

Tom opened a small refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water to hand to you

You opened it and took a long drink, swishing it around your mouth to get rid of the lingering taste of acid.

“Slowly,” Tom warned.

You nodded and took little sips.

Harrison returned with two pills and placed them in your hand before he sat down next to you at the table.

You took both of the pills and continued sipping your water.

“I found some clothes for you on my supply run earlier,” Tom told you. “I wasn’t sure what size you were, so I guessed and grabbed several sizes. At least some of them should fit you better than our clothes. I wasn’t able to get everything you might need, but I got enough for now.”

He brought a few boxes into the room, filled to the brim with women’s clothing.

You told him your sizes, and watched him dig through the boxes putting the clothes into piles.

“I didn’t do half bad,” Tom commented.

The pile of clothes that would probably fit you was larger than the pile of clothes that probably wouldn’t.

“Can I have some of those lounge pants and a shirt?” you asked.

Tom tossed a plain black shirt and a pair of pants over to you.

You remained sitting when you tugged Harrison’s shirt over your head and replaced it with one in your size.

The boys immediately looked away while you changed your clothes.

The sweatpants were next. You carefully pulled them off and replaced them with lounge pants that were actually the appropriate length for your legs.

“Thank you,” you said to both Tom and Harrison, and they glanced back over at you. “If it wasn’t for you guys, I’d probably be dead right now.”

“No problem. It’ll be nice to have some new company around. I was starting to get tired of Harrison,” Tom teased.

“Hey!” Harrison exclaimed, mocking outrage. “Really, though, I’m glad we could help you. We haven’t seen many survivors out here, and none of the ones we have seen have had good intentions.”

“I came from a shelter at a school on the outskirts of London. Someone set it on fire last night, and I ran through some woods to get away from the infected and whoever was shooting the other survivors I’d been with,” you told them. “I think I’m the only one that made it.”

“Fuck,” Tom said. “Things keep getting worse out there.”

“How did you end up here?” you asked.

“I found this bunker years ago. I used to bring girls here to have some privacy when I was a teenager,” he confessed. “As far as I know, no one else has found this place.”

You laughed, not thinking too much about Tom bringing girls here to hook up with them. Harrison reminded you so much of Harry, but Tom was the Prince Charming who rescued you, and was every bit as handsome as a Disney prince.

“I was only in London to visit my boyfriend,” you told them. “He was one of the first infected, I think. He worked in a medical lab. I think he might have been exposed there. I was going to fly back home, but the airports were shut down the day I was going to leave.”

“I’m sorry about that, darling,” Tom said.

Harrison just grabbed your hand again and lightly squeezed it.

“I was going to bring my family here, but when I went home, they were just gone. I don’t know what happened to them,” Tom told you.

“Same here,” Harrison said. “Tom and I had gone on holiday before things got bad, and we barely managed to get back to London at all through all the blockades.”

“I hope they’re alright out there.” You were doubtful, though.

“Me too,” Tom agreed.

Harrison nodded.

You drained the last of the water bottle and sat it down on the kitchen table.

“Do you want to get some more rest?” Tom asked.

“It would be nice to sleep off the rest of this headache.” You turned to Harrison, nervously. “Would you mind…”

“Not at all,” he responded, wrapping an arm around you as you walked down the corridor toward his bedroom again.

He got in bed first, lying on his back.

You lay your head on his chest, wrapping yourself around him. “Thank you for this,” you said softly.

“It’s not a hardship, having a pretty girl with me in my bed,” he teased.

You chuckled, then yawned.

Surrounded by Harrison’s warmth, sleep came to you easily.

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[timetogoslumming]

okay. we got to talking about headcanons tonight, and i got to rambling. so here are some of my newsies hcs.

spot

okay so spot is a vegetarian. know that. you'll pry veggie spot from my cold, dead hands. gay. just straight up gay. but it took him a long time to recognize that. he was raised by a single dad, and his mom is in prison, and he has a much older sister that he's not close to. (i actually have a really detailed backstory for him that im saving for a rainy day.) speaking of rainy days, he loves them. spot is very into that "treat your body like a temple thing". he does yoga. lifeguard. plays a lot of app games? like angry birds, temple run, etc. loves to read. depending on the au, he's either a law student or works in construction with jack. he's got some ptsd from Some Stuff That Happened Once. drives a big ass jeep with loud music, usually either rock or rap, blaring from the speakers. actually a really good rapper, but pretty much no one sees that. likes to read.

sarah

sarah is like 90% gay. she'll occasionally make out with a guy for fun, like with jack, but let's be real. when she decides to settle down, it's going to be with a lady. she and davey are twins. she's a botanist with a big interest in environmental conservation (science twins.) very sarcastic. she's the less compassionate twin.

specs

specs is nearly legally blind, but not quite there. he's a ridiculously slow driver. dad friend. bi. dancer at nyu. also plays baseball and the cello, and he's very athletic- he runs every day. specs is incredibly detail-oriented and responsible. also, he and jack are the oldest, and he's kind of jack's secret right hand man. a lot of people think it's race or crutchie before davey shows up, but no. it's actually specs, he just works in the wings. loves crime shows. he and romeo are really into the paranormal- like ghosts and stuff.

romeo

in my head, romeo is colombian, so i dont see him as any of the actors that played him. he's gay, but also ace, but flirts a lot just because he thinks it's fun. he and specs have been best friends forever (im not getting too into detail about that but keep reading my christmas au). romeo loves candy, and constantly has like, a bag of twizzlers or pixie sticks in his bag or something. he's really good at crafts, especially making friendship bracelets. like specs, loves the paranormal.

kath

kath has chronic migraines. she ids as queer. she wants to be a reporter, but has a very successful blog, as well. (like a long-form blog, not like tumblr) with a few thousand followers. very politically inclined, and she and elmer talk about politics a lot. she and jack dated for a while, and they had a legitimately good time, but things sometimes just dont work out, and thats what happened with them. kath also really loves youtubers and spends more time than she wants to admit watching makeup tutorials. her dad is pulitzer, but he and her mom never married, so her actual last name is plumber (her mom's maiden name) and she was raised by her and her stepdad, who she adores.

mush

okay so he's diabetic. (btw the mush fc i always have in my head is ephraim.) he's SUPER good with kids. like, they think he's an absolute superhero. he's really, really patient and tells really good stories. he's a big ol stoner. he and blink are best friends (sorry, i dont ship it!!) and he's quite a potty mouth. mush and blink are actually REALLY fratty. also, he plays guitar

albert

albo is colorblind. it gives him a variety of vision problems. albo is obsessed with cryptids: his favorite is bigfoot, and he's also very into aliens. favorite movies: space jam and the fast and the furious. albo is also dyslexic and adhd- he and jack bond over it. as a result, school really isnt his thing, and he just sort of wants to be a mechanic, because cars make sense to him and he loves them. then there's his whole backstory- two older brothers, one of whom is a marine, and then a half sister. his dad cheated on his mom and got the girlfriend pregnant, but he loves his sister a whole lot. albert likes to make a lot of jokes about his colorblindness. he is also pan or queer bc what is projecting, anyway? ummmmm................ he gets really frustrated by how he's treated because of his learning disabilities. he loves dogs and cities and loud noises. also, that boy is a mama’s boy

jack

jack has severe dyslexia, to the point where reading is EXTREMELY difficult and frustrating for him, so he just doesnt do it. he's also got adhd. he's an artist, but for his day job, he's a house painter. or sometimes just generally in construction, idk. i generally make him a painter. he does a lot of odd jobs. jack loves cartoons. his favorite show is bob's burgers. he also loves american ninja warrior. likes to think he's fearless but he's actually pretty scared of thunder. jack unironically loves nickelback

race

race is a future rocket scientist, obviously. his dream is to get people on mars. he's got severe adhd. he's constantly fidgeting, and his favorite fidget toys are tennis balls or rubiks cubes. ps he can solves a rubiks cube in under half a minute. loves the kardashians- especially khloe. used to do a lot of shoplifting, but grew out of it. scared of horses. not a huge fan of animals in general, actually. queer or pan. totally tells everyone that his favorite color is green, but it’s be real. it’s gold glitter. used to smoke like a chimney but quit, although it was a struggle. 

davey

gay. hecka gay. he realized that he was gay when he played soccer and realized that he didnt want to be the soccer player, he just WANTED the soccer player. loves animals but snakes especially. also really likes alligators? anxiety, but like, the kind of anxiety where if you try to talk to him, he'll get pissed. let him be alone. started as a business major for practicality but switched to zoology. RIDICULOUSLY sarcastic. very flirty. has had multiple relationships before jack. scared of heights. doesnt love horses, but he'll deal with them. loves lord of the rings more than almost anything. hates getting his hair wet. VERY good at mario kart. he used to speedrun it and at one point, he was 14th in the world. 

crutchie

okay so: crutchie's disability can be a few things, depending on  the universe im using, but i generally do it as either a degenerative disorder or a major injury that was never treated properly so it never healed. hates mornings. so much. terrible loser. will literally fight you if he loses. sarcastic. can be kind of an asshole. wants to be a runner. : ((( crutchie is THE best wingman. like, you’re trying to impress someone? call up the big leagues aka crutchie

elmer

sarcastic motherfucker. news junkie. super skeptical. questions everything. trouble with his eyesight. he's the kind of guy who replays arguments in his head thinking up comebacks he should have used. he'll text you at 3 am like "AND ANOTHER THING"

[solarpunksoftie]

additional fun facts about the Gene Pool

because i cant be stopped and oh hello new obsession

my sides

A - Adrienne   E - Ethan   L - Laura   P - Pandora   D - Daryl

Favourite Colour

A - Green

E - Red

L - Blue

P - Yellow

D - Purple

Favourite Music

A - The Struts, Major Lazer, Ariana Grande

E - Rise Against, Green Day, Paramore

L - Lindsey Stirling, Sleeping At Last, Ratatat

P - KONGOS, Arctic Monkeys, Bastille

D - Twenty One Pilots, The Neighborhood, The Front Bottoms

Favourite Foods/Bev

A - Popsicles, Bananas, Mussels / Dr. Pepper

E - Yogurt+Granola, Lamb, Bacon / Juice

L - Steak, Mushrooms, Ramen(its convenient!) / Tea

P - Berries, Spaghetti, Clif Bars (chocolatey ones) / Coffee

D - BBQ Chips, Goldfish, Cheesecake / Hot Cocoa

Favourite Movie

A - Avengers

E - The Sting

L - Cosmos: War of the Planets (they fuckin lov terrible movies)

P - Indiana Jones and the Lost Arc

D - Heathers

Favourite T.V. Show

A - Rick and Morty

E - Brooklyn Nine-Nine

L - Star Trek (tos)

P - The Walking Dead

D -  Cutthroat Kitchen

Favourite Fiction Genre / AO3 Tag

A - Action / Smut

E - Drama / Hurt Comfort

L - Sci-fi / College AU

P - Fantasy / Graphic Depictions of Violence

D - Slice of Life / Whump

Favourite Musical / Song from it

A - Catch Me If You Can / Live in Living Color

E - Les Miserables / Do You Hear The People Sing 

L - Hamilton / Non-Stop

P - Into The Woods / I Know Things Now

D -  Heathers / Lifeboat

Favourite Activity

A - sex, dancing, late night shenanigans with friends

E - attending protests, witchcraft, hiking

L - painting, research, watching movies

P - cooking, playing horror games, playing with animals

D - sleeping, listening to music, cuddling (but they’ll never admit it)

Favourite Affection

A - kisses. not necessarily romantic, forehead, cheek, hand, etc are all awesome

E - massages, especially shoulders

L - hair play

P - hand holding and casual touches

D - hugs, but so touch starved he’ll take anything

Favourite exercise

A - Dance!

E - Swimming

L - Climbing

P - Bicycle

D - pass…

If They Had A Super Power…

A - Flight

E - Pyrokinesis/Pyrogenesis

L - Time Stop

P - Invincibility

D - Invisibility

Weapon Of Choice

A - Falchion… specifically this one 

E - spiked bat

L - Pistol

P - Bowie Knife

D - Switchblade

Travel Destination

A - Amsterdam OR Cross Country Road Trip

E - International Relief Aid (they have no concept of relaxation)

L - Ireland

P - Hawaii

D - no thanks..

Element

A - Air

E - Fire

L - Earth

P - Water

D - Smoke

Theme Songs

A - Raise Your Glass, P!nk - Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, P!atD

E - Architects, Rise Against - Uprising, Muse - Feeling Sorry, Paramore

L - Conquest of Spaces, Woodkid

P - Laugh Till I Cry, The Front Bottoms - Stressed Out, Twenty One Pilots

D - Trapdoor, Twenty One Pilots - Be Nice To Me, The Front Bottoms - The Draw, Bastille

Little Quirks

A - Happy Dances, Winks, Hair Fluffs

E - Impatient finger tapping, “Cool Kid” posing, Blowing hair out of face

L - clasped hands, Adjusting glasses, straitening tie

P - deforest kelley bounce, hands nervously in pockets, always ready to rabbit

D - Tired face rub, eye roll, lip biting

Zodiac Sign/Planet (all from my full chart)

A - Aries Moon

E - Scorpio Mars

L - Libra Mercury

P - Sagittarius Jupiter

D - Pisces Saturn

Shadow Emotion

A - Loneliness

E - Sadness

L - Confusion

P - Fear

D - Anger

Alignment

A - Chaotic Neutral - fuck it this looks fun

E - Chaotic Good - I will burn this city to the ground to save a child

L - Lawful Good - do the right thing the Right way and you get the best results

P - Lawful Neutral - follow the rules and you won’t get hurt

D - Neutral Evil - I’m tired just kill yourself

Hogwarts House

A - Gryffindor

E - Slytherin / Gryffindor

L - Ravenclaw / Slytherin

P - Gryffindor

D - Hufflepuff

D&D Class

A - Sorcerer

E - Druid

L - Wizard

P - Ranger

D - Rogue

MBTI / my function stack

A - ESFP / Se

E - ENFP / Fi

L - ENTJ / Te

P - ISTP / inferior Ni

D - INFP - none, hes a disorder

God Tier 

A - Maid of Breath

E - Knight of Space

L - Sylph of Mind

P - Mage of Rage

D - Page of Doom

High School Superlatives

A - Best Person to Travel With

E - Most Likely to Help Hide a Body

L - Most Likely to Succeed

P - Best Person to Get Stranded With

D - Worst Case of Senioritis

Vices/Virtues

A - Sex/Kindness

E - Rage/Courage

L - Overwork/Diligence 

P - Alcohol/Vigilance 

D - Drugs/Humility

When Stressed

A - loses all sense of direction and will jump onto the first suggestion someone makes to relieve the stress. Gets paranoid about appearance. Easily becomes overwhelmed/sensory overloaded and needs soft things, stim things, and fidgit toys to keep from becoming entirely incoherent.

E - Gets really impatient and short with people. If the stress escalates they will angry cry from frustration. Slams doors, yells unnecessarily.

L - Comes to a complete stop. They can’t complete a thought coherently and are easily confused. Prone to quitting from distress, coming to the conclusion that the most logical thing is to remove ones self from the stress while also stuck on the fact that it’s stressful because it’s too important to ignore. They basically experience blue screen of death by becoming a feedback loop of “oh no��.

P - The paranoia is in full bloom. they can get delusional and jumpy. Fears intensify. Outwardly, the only sign that somethings wrong is the occasional thousand yard stare or, contrastly, they get hyper vigilant. They’re just always ready.

D - Nap Time. If naps are not acquired they become crazy aggressive and verbally abusive. Every problem is a personal attack and it must be Gene’s fault. Craves death but will settle for a razor.

When They Like Someone

A - a smooth motherfucker. loves the seduction game. will wear lingerie under her clothes in case the opportunity arises to take it off ;)

E - Skittish. romance is the one emotional department they always fumble with. will compliment a lot and try to win them over, but takes a long time to act on anything for fear of misreading the other person’s intentions and making them uncomfortable.

L - Direct. knows the importance of presentation and is a good manipulator, so may implement their skills unintentionally. Really they just want the other person on the same page as them.

P - Suspicion. they normally aren’t attracted to someone unless the other person flirts first, and they are distrustful of others’ intentions. only once they feel safe with their crush will they act more directly and can actually be very charming.

D - Obsession and Despair. This person becomes their everything, which terrifies them, so they try and pull away to avoid getting hurt, and then get upset that the person isnt paying enough attention to them, and then the “im unlovable” spiral begins.

When Injured (with irl experiences oops)

A - powers through with force of will. will convince herself that its not a big deal. would probably try to finish a marathon with a broken leg. not stubborn if told to seek help, however, theyre just really bad at judging the severity/urgency of an injury. (went through their day without a care in the world after a head injury, legit didn’t think it was a big deal. the bump just looked nasty)

E - stubborn as a mule to keep up their badass image. will brush off most things even if they know its bad news. the only time the facade drops is when theyre alone, and then theyre a mess. (helped someone move despite the fact that they were seriously ill. hid it the whole time. collapsed when they got home)

L - reacts appropriately to the situation. has an objective enough knowledge of medicine and anatomy to assess the severity and urgency of an injury and will seek help if needed. 

P - Panic. has a slight inclination to hypochondria that only comes out when something is wrong. stubbed tow? its broken. stomach ache? it could be cancer or their appendix is gonna burst. weird symptoms they dont recognize? absolutely positive theyre gonna die. if they cant see whats wrong the panic is worse. is actually not bad dealing with flesh wounds, but still wont hesitate in seeking care. (full blown panic attack when a uti started exhibiting unfamiliar symptoms and couldn’t receive immediate care)

D - secrecy. wont tell anyone. 10/10 most likely to silently stitch up a wound themselves and no one would be the wiser. (suffering silently through a migraine without medication, cleaning up self harm cuts)

Negative Influences

A - Reckless behavior, abandoning obligations in favour of a fun activity, drug use

E - Being argumentative, “anyone who doesnt agree with me is the enemy” knee jerk reaction, grudges

L - Obsessive behavior, hyper focus, over rationalizing feelings away

P - Irrational fears, distrust of others, exhausting hyper vigilance

D - Depression my dudes, self worth issues, self harm in all forms

Positive Influences

A - Trying new things, Courage, enjoying the simple pleasures

E - Passion, Moral compass, Determination

L - keeping my life structured, love of learning, the designer

P - self preservation, observing others’ personal boundaries, being prepared

D - ?????, keeps me from becoming too powerful,, ???????

When To Worry About Them

A - would rather stay home than go out, reclusive behavior

E - either theyre constantly fuming or they become painfully apathetic

L - none of their ideas make sense, language issues

P - always v stressed

D - smiley mask, overly compliant, overly positive

How They Chill

A - Nature Walks

E - Low Key hangouts with friends

L - Coloring books

P - Music - will often chill and listen to music with Daryl

D - Sleep - falls asleep while listening to music with Pandora

ill probly add onto this when i think of more stuff, but here for now

Self Care

A - Dressing up, cuz looking good for your own sake does wonders for emotional wellbeing

E - Talking to people, it’s not fair to you or your friends to shut them out, and the attention makes Adrienne happy

L - Hot Shower. As well as being good hygiene, hot showers improve circulation and relax muscles and the mind

P - cooking a whole meal for yourself, because you have a penchant for denying yourself food, and its a creative, mentally stimulating activity that gets you moving and is satisfying

D - He’d say sleep, but he always wants to sleep so its mostly detrimental. So he’s with Laura on hot showers, but like, in the dark. They’re good for if you’re upset, or nauseous, or tired, or have a migraine, or need a cry. Don’t gotta put much thought into it, if somethings wrong it can probably be fixed with a shower. Also the warmth is super nice, and a locked dark bathroom is basically the most secure place you have access to. AND you can use nice smelling soaps and stuff, so Addy is happy too. Showers are just default best.

Which Sanders Sides theyre most like

A - Patton

E - Roman

L - Logan

P - Anxiety

D - get fucked

As My Friends… 

A - Kevin - big puppy dog, adventure/food/trouble friend

E - John - loud and proud and also my libra buddy

L - Owen - too smart jesus christ

P - Bri - anxiety ridden and prepared for everything

D - Jake - seriously hes the embodiment of depression anyway its horrifying

Physical Details

A - always wearing body glitter. nothing too Extra but just enough for a slight shimmer

E - has all the tattoos ive ever fantasized about. when i think up a new one it gets added to the collection. the buffest looking; when they work out they go for tone cuz they love the look

L - the only one who wears glasses. also wears a binder cuz theyre most comfortable flat-chested

P - carries any injuries i have at the time, including random bruises or cuts. actually the strongest even though they dont look it

D - has cuts all up their arms. they’re normally wrapped in bandages or hidden under hoodies. Deep under eye bags and the thinnest by far cuz they never heckin eat

Group Opinion

A - despite being the oldest everyone sees her as the little sister they need to protect. they love when shes happy and they all put in efforts to keep her out of too much trouble for the most part

E - they see them as a bit of an egomaniac, which isnt too far off. they are the judicial voice of the group, keeping everyone in line. those who deviate too far face their wrath.

L - the nerd. the others actually try to dismiss them a lot, since a lot of times they end up holding the group back. wildly unappreciated even though theyre normally right and helpful

P - doesn’t normally pop into group discussions, and is more of a casual observer, only participating when necessary. the others appreciate this about them, because for real if they contributed all the time id be a lot more stressed out

D - the villain. everyone always attacks everything they say (with good reason). despite this they still somehow end up winning a pretty good amount of decisions, cuz they are disgustingly good at twisting words and appealing to what at least one of the others wants. no one trusts them

[book-of-ryker]

The Here’s my problem: I don’t understand people and their motivations: I participate calmly in a hostile environment.  I listen to everyone’s arguments, and it sounds like everyone is supposed to be “messing with each other” but why is that our only goal? What happened to the group feeling good? I read in the news about terrorism and nuclear bombs. There are an estimated 14,900 nuclear bombs in the world. The largest thing ever done on the surface of our planet (which is overwhelmingly small, mind you when compared to the overall size of the planet in density and volume) was the Tsar Bomb by the Russians in 1961.. The Earth might or might not be going through strong evidence of severe climate change I don’t understand. Why do we bully ourselves so? It is out of fear. A place of egotistical nature because we are so TERRIFIED at the idea of coming under attack.  We lash out at others for joke or for tragedy.  We don’t trust anyone and it hurts us. The aforementioned hypotheses you have just read is a manic rant I will have with myself daily. I am tortured with myself daily. It has come to the point of just being. On the day to day, I float along and try to ignore these voices. I have learned how to meditate. I have learned how to I'm sorry, Jenni, I' experience sever bouts of bipolar disorder, and I have to disconnect from the world sometimes. I don't understand what motivates us anymore as a species and I live in constant dread of that as the umbrella we decide to live under, emotionally. I see people possessed by our phones, while yes, insane, but also mesmerizing and wonderful. I mean, look, I'm not around you anymore. I haven't been within a comfortable experience. I feel like a hug would suffice and make me feel warm. But I live in fear of you because I want to learn how to love you. I want to sit for hours and talk with you. I would do this with everyone I knew in band. I loved that. I'm 26. That's almost a decade ago, of the senior tip of our adventures. For awhile, we were family. I was in the Navy. I've seen thousands of people. Thousands and thousands of people. I made friends with tons of them. Lifelong relationships that are now fading into the realm of imagination. We lose these wonderful people. They're everywhere though. They're you. They're me. Everyone that could ever read this hopefully knows that I have always done these sort of rants. I've been bipolar my entire life. I have really good mental recall for information and I just recite facts because I think, after my mom died, I went into another world of the mind. Just pure recording information. I have learned how the entire human spectrum of maps out. For me, i'ts an up and down roller coaster through the fucking day, constant and just dreadful. I sit and I feel down and down and down.Because I can't understand how things tend to become shitty. Why do things grow old with the arrow of time..Why do we choose to follow this path of hurt and torture, Jenni?What is it about feelings that are so bad? I mean, yes, they are tremendous and monumentally painful? Isn't that a part of life? Isn't that just another varying shade of white? For example, I'm listening to a Jon's Snow Theme Soundtrack. It's a twenty minutes of pure music porn to a female. I'm not saying it's bad, at all. It's literally orgasmic when we hear it being played through whenever we hear it.It takes a spot in our mind, this television show in our mind that's played for us. We buy into this instinctual drama that isn't real. We  drink out of this fountain of information, coming into us constantly. And it's just raw bad data. The world is going to shit. And we're all here arguing about it because we're all so fucking smart with our goddamned opinions. Why don't we trust the scientists?I'm asking as the most powerful man that's capable of understanding the ingenuity of the realm that is not in fact an actual scientist. We all divide into these cells of division, whether in a cabin of Northwest, Florida, a bar in Japan, a port in the Phillipines. We become individualized when we are stuck in the same place.We all get too comfortable in one place in the world. Do, do, do. Things must be done, things must be said. When we forget to remember that we are all dying. I might not ever see you again, Jenni.This Facebook and Instagram have put these mental barriers in our mind that act almost like a prison cell. We love it. This unadulterated information is absolute pleasure. It's why we do it, and we don't even know why we're doing it. It's just biology being parasitically sucked by technology. Just another part of the evolution of change in this huge spectrum of life that's ever occurred on this rock, hurtling through space. There are about 14, 900 nuclear bombs in the world. This developed from using a stick, or a rock or something. Our hands morphed into these guitar playing, skateboarding, music making, hand writing fingers to two men arguing about how their buttons are bigger, if not but for attention. Like, if either of them actually means that, it's like finding out not only one person on the bus is wearing a bomb vest, but there are now technically two wearing bomb vests, if not more because other countries are going to bomb you because of politics. Which is emotionally traumatic and it’s what we’re reading about here, in this imaginary world.  We’ve resorted to memes and tide pods and commercials for our daily living. Buy this, drink that. Do all the things cool, or you’ll have to actually feel anything. I’m bipolar as fuck. Those dudes are in government AND in the military and they're both fucking insane. The technology we use has developed massively since 1961, which is when the Tsar Bomba was dropped. If you made it this far, I’ll make this fact more fun for you, instead of me sounding like a egomaniacal dipshit that wants to impress you, maybe I’m actually trying to see if I can convince you on what I think is cool, if not but for a moment to listen to a story that I know you’ve never heard.  I think I deserve to be heard.  Let me sit in your living room, smoke a bowl or two with you and make sure I don’t end up in some shithole in Washington with my finger up my ass trying to carry heroine.  I have to live a solid line and people are so divided now, we can’t actually get anywhere.  It’s all been latched down by money, another tooth from the technological bite. I can’t walk around and just pick whatever food I next see.  It’s processed or garbage, nothing that grows like a tree. I’d have to be homeless. I can’t wander around anymore.  If technology becomes so advanced (it gets the nutrients it needs from us as far as the building blocks for it’s research and development) then it will exist as the simulated world of reality.  LOOK AT HOW MUCH WE’RE ON OUR PHONES, IF PUBLIC OR PRIVATE. I play the guitar. I write and write and write and write and I just wish to be heard even though I emotionally feel like I’m falling down a well because only a few people have ever really heard about what I said because everyone is afraid of me somehow, and I don’t know how. Everywhere I’ve gone in this world, there are people that just can’t understand me and I want to know why and they won’t explain themselves and I’m just sick of it. It’s all over this planet now. Everywhere that has first rate technology. The jewels of civilization.  There are 660 million people in the world without water, but politics has gone awry and made it somehow illegal between countries to not have access to water. People want the power. Most of you would go mad with power. You’d be like a Game of Thrones character, either fucking Jon Snow or mouth fucking Daenerys or making love to your sister.  Regimes are moved in and out of office, whether by terms or murder.  Assassination just makes us sound that much more cool, but not actually believing it anymore.  One dictator surrounded himself with voluptuous women as an exhibition of the jewels he must have because he is still living.  Who the fuck cares, yeah? Except that man has killed people or had people killed. That’s like me sticking a rifle in your mouth and telling you to beg me not to pull the trigger. That dude has lived that.  Which means that you here on your phone or however you’re reading this, not realizing that the dude next to you has a bomb vest, again. Clearly, we’re all wearing this bomb vest.  We will die, with or without technology.  Inevitably and in no meaningful way, we all die. This is the fact that everything might boil down to for biology. If we don’t blow ourselves up, or boil ourselves off the face of the Earth. Check this little science out. Mercury has surface (there’s no atmosphere) temperature of 800 degrees Fahrenheit. You can Google this.  “Surface temperature of Mercury” and it will display in black, which means it’s hella fucking true. “Surface Temperature of Venus” Thick motherfucking atmosphere, as received by Venera 4 on Wikipedia. The editing skills for Google is skill-checked by people with higher educations. The scholars mind you, but apparently, they don’t have enough money because they are all apparently doing it for free. They would then have no motivation to propagate information to you, would they? If hey’re being honest, which is how we should perceive people if we don’t want to lose our minds. We should trust the information that comes our way, but ask ourselves why we need that information coming into our eyes. Do we believe it? Why do we believe it? What purpose does believing it have? What consequences would believing it be?  We all get so wrapped up in this huge and great world of just raw information to where it’s forced us to believe we have our phones in our faces, but we’re actually out here living.  I don’t understand people and their motivation. What do they do on those phones? What do they learn?  Are they trying to attack me? Why are we trying to attack each other. Because everyone has had something bad happen to them in their entire life.  My mother, Renee, killed herself when I was three and 28 days before my brother turned eight, which would have been April 30th, 1995. A Sunday. I am told she was devoutly Catholic.  I was even baptized Catholic, as I have been told. I have a label so that I can have boundaries in explaining myself and who I think I am, so that you can understand what that means, but I’m not actually Catholic.  I think the Catholic Church helps a lot of people. But it also doesn’t and hasn’t helped people because we’re all addicted to power.  But I digress. Renee, my mom, a mother of three. I was told in an aisle at Target, the electronics section by the DVD’s in Pace, Florida. I was off to join the NAvy, and my dad took the time out of his day to tell me because my father lives in fear. My father is not a superhero, albeit I wish he could have always been because he’s my dad. He fed me for years and years and years. I grew to love him because he had always been fun. Back then, I’d learned how to just be, coming up with some wonderful tales that I’ll never forget. I lived in those moments of pure joy with all of my friends.  We didn’t have technology except for maybe a Nintendo 64.  We didn’t have any responsibility in the world. I can go on for days and days and days.  My mom killed herself because her father had been raping her for her entire life.  I have asked around as a man to women who knew my mother in Milton High School, Florida. I am from Milton High School as I am an alum.  I ate in the same cafeteria that my mother died.  I believe that while purely coincidental, it must have been nudged by some sort of fate. It felt good for me to believe in the torture of that reality. Now I know that I will find any reason to believe that she was there, when all evidence suggests she can’t be. I must be happy, for I am alive. I rant and rave and I don’t really know if this can ever deserve an ending.  When people don’t read my stuff because they’re so preoccupied with their lives, probably a lot of that in technology, no one ever wants to listen for whatever reason and maybe it’s good, bag or ugly. Who the fuck cares? No one does. That’s the point of why I think we’re all fucked.

[nemesis-nexus]

AVÈ MARDUK! AVÈ SATANÌ! Darkest Greetings and Salutations my Family! Full Hunters Harvest Moon 2017 In the last month we have seen the levels of violence between nature and man seem to be in competition with each other... On the one hand we have mankind relentlessly going after the Earth's mantle and constantly breaking it up causing fissures that are enabling seismic activity to increase not only across the Continental us but across the ocean floor! It has been proven repeatedly that the consistent fracturing of the Earth's mantle to extract Natural Gas from the Shale underneath has not only increased the amount of earthquakes that occur, but has also increased the intensity of these are earthquakes as well! It is also no big secret that the fracturing companies have been lying about the numbers as far as just how intense these earthquakes have been so that they can stay in operation! We have seen even more oil companies attempting to do even more damage in the context of the Keystone XL pipeline which would stretch from Canada all the way down to the Gulf of Mexico as well as every line protruding from it including Enbridge Kinder Morgan line 3 and line 5! The fact of the matter is that promises were made to young children that these pipelines would be rejected and the environment around there areas would be spared only to see that these were just more lies being spewed in an attempt to silence the opposition! Unfortunately once again we have also seen the human death toll at the hands of one and most likely more gunmen in Las Vegas! We all know that the official story is never the whole story and is very rarely even the true story and at the moment they want us to believe that only one person was responsible for this vicious massacre! Not only do they want us to believe that only one person carried out this entire debacle but they refuse to call this person a terrorist or this vicious brutality an act of terrorism! Terrorism is any activity that produces fear to the extreme of imminent danger on one's life, sometimes people will know what's going to happen before it does and other times it takes them by surprise, it is more likely than not carried out by more than one individual however it is not unusual for an individual to take matters into their own hands for example the Unabomber, the person on that airline who tried to ignite the C-4 in his shoe and the Boston Marathon bombing which was only two people. It is no big secret that the most violent animal on the earth is the fact mankind, we go around killing other species including each other and the environment and why do we do this? Because we think that we are above reproach! The problem is that we're not and several times over we have seen just how special we are! Some of the most adamant examples that demonstrate just how low we are is how severe this hurricane season has been so far and it's not even half over yet! First Harvey came rushing in and slammed right into the east coast of Texas, then Jose and Maria came charging through! Now we have another tropical depression forming in the Gulf Coast that they don't think is going to become much but even a tropical depression can do significant damage on an area that's already been obliterated! When the Anunnaki reduced the world to a giant swimming pool the first time, they did so to save everything in existence from being utterly annihilated by the ego of the human race! We are once again at these Crossroads where the arrogance and ego of the human race is ruling the roost and is taking it upon itself to decide what species, including human beings, get to live and who gets to die according to them! We have seen the human race even the last two thousand years commit such egregious atrocities but all the praying in the world isn't going to help them! In the last two thousand years we have seen the uprising of the new church and the level of violence it is responsible for not to mention the human sacrifice it is guilty of as well as cold-blooded murder and sexual assault makes them not only guilty of the very laws they tried to force on the rest of us but deserving of the condemnation and dehumanization that they were all too willing to put others through just to demonstrate that they could! Many of these sheep like followers continue to carry on this level of brutality hatred and murder in the form of religious extremists who are all too willing to do anything including blow themselves up just to prove their severely misguided sense of loyalty! The biggest problem is that even though they take their own lives in the name of whatever deity that the only reason that they are dying is at the directive of a human who is manipulating them! Of course they will never see it that way, they don't understand that in this context that they are not in fact the hunters they are in fact the prey! Blessed Father Marduk we know that we are not the prey, we are the Hunters! We are not the sheep, we are the wolves! We will not be dominated by anyone just because they say so only to be turned out, tortured and slaughtered in the end! If we follow anyone it is only our own Elders who have earned their status and you indomitable Father Satan! It is through you that we know that no other human has the right to dictate to us how to live! It is through you that we will always rise to meet any and all challenges whoever poses them because like you we will never back down especially when our lives and the lives of those we care about are threatened! It is through you that we have a deeper appreciation of our environment and our ecosystem and a more profound understanding that the Earth will survive without the human race but the human race cannot survive without the Earth and as such we are guardians of this planet and it is our responsibility to take care of her so that she may thrive and in turn be able to take care of all her children, humans, animals, plants, minerals, all that which is a part of the circle of life! It is through you that we have the Free Will to do whatever we want to do, unfortunately it is a double-edged sword, because being able to do whatever you want to do means being able to create all the problems that currently exist in the world... However even though Free Will includes the ability to create massive issues on a global scale it is also includes being able to counter said issues on a global scale! Everyday we see people rising up and fighting the system and while it is slow going the results are still there! We are not where we need to be but we are on our way to get where we are going, we need to keep moving forward! We may be in Dire Straits currently but that does not mean that we do not possess the ability to turn things around, the first thing we need to do is start relying more on alternative energy sources and less on fossil fuels because not only are fossil fuels on their way out the door as a thing of the past the methods being used are causing extreme damage to the Earth's mantle and in turn increasing not only the frequency of earthquakes but the magnitude of them! The strongest one in recent days was in Mexico at 8.1! The other thing people need to do is stop relying so much on technology and be willing to hire human workers! People who are working and earning a living more often than not do not have time to pray on other people trying to make money off of the vulnerable! However the more we see these automated tellers and such working in place of humans the more humans were going to have on the streets relying on the system to pay for them because there will be no jobs available! If you think the welfare system is messed up now, you ain't seen nothing yet and the sad fact will be that they won't have a choice but to rely on it! It's either support everyone or start systematically killing people off so as to thin out the population, with our government either situation is absolutely possible... The biggest thing people need to do is to stop hating each other just because of skin color, ethnicity, nationality, gender, gender identification, sexual orientation, religion or political affiliation! We have seen all throughout time how all of these were used as an excuse for violence, murder, rape among other things and at the end of the day it changes nothing - beating up a gay kid is not going to make him straight and raping a lesbian is not going to make her desire men! Rattling your saber at another country because you think you're so very awesome does not make you a badass it makes you an idiot who's willing to put millions of other people's lives in jeopardy because you have something to prove! Hating someone for the color of their skin or their ethnicity is absolutely pointless, why bother? It's been my experience that some of our best friends are those who are nothing like us! In all of these cases a little respect goes a long way, as I said before no one has the right to lord over anyone else to dictate to them how they should live their lives if they're not harming anyone simply by existing! RESPECT EXISTENCE OR EXPECT RESISTANCE! ZI ANA KANPA! ZI KIA KANPA! MAY THE DEAD RISE AND SMELL THE INCENSE! "The phoenix, no longer a myth, So strike a match and watch it burn! Our destination is rigor mortis, Cause nobody listens and nobody learns... Your world rejects my kind, Those words have lost their touch... This place has lost its mind, So now I wanna burn it up! HUMILITY is based on TRUST But IGNORANCE and ARROGANCE rule the grounds, So ashes to ashes and dust to dust, And now I wanna burn this WHOLE! PLACE! DOWN! LEASHED. CUFFED. LOCKED. HOOKED. BLOW IT DOWN! TEAR IT DOWN! BURN IT DOWN! Blackmail - come take it to a whole new level! MOTHERFUCKER, I can't WAIT till I can watch you DROWN! We placed our trust in you, Reassured us that we're not to blame, But tables turn and we're the first to burn, Now I could NEVER look at you the same! HUMILITY is based on TRUST But IGNORANCE and ARROGANCE rule the grounds, So ashes to ashes and dust to dust, And now I wanna burn this WHOLE! PLACE! DOWN! So take your word and SHOVE IT! Come take your deal and SHOVE IT! Just take the lie and SHOVE IT! I KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY ARE. (Out of my way) (Out of my way) (Out of my way) (Out of my way) The SCHOOL in which we LEARN, Is the FIRE in which we'll BURN! The SCHOOL in which we LEARN, Is the FIRE in which we'll BURN! The SCHOOL in which we LEARN, Is the FIRE in which we'll BURN! The SCHOOL in which we LEARN, Is the FIRE, in which, WE. WILL. BURN! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! HUMILITY is based on TRUST But IGNORANCE and ARROGANCE rule the grounds, So ashes to ashes and dust to dust, And now I wanna burn this WHOLE, PLACE, DOWN!" -Reveille ("The Phoenix") Etiamsi MULTA Et Nos UNUM Sumus Nos Sto Validus Ut Nos Sto Una! Semper Veritas, Semper Fideles, In Diabolus Nomen Nos Fides! AVE SATANÍ! (We Are ONE Even Though We Are MANY And We Stand STRONGEST When We Stand TOGETHER! Always TRUTHFUL, Always FAITHFUL, In Satan's Name We Trust! HAIL SATAN!) Ave URURU! Ave EA! Ave DIMUZI! Ave ININNI! Ave GILGAMESH! Ave ENKIDU! Ave TIAMAT! Ave ABSU! Ave MARDUK! Ave SARPANITUM! Ave SATANÍ! HAIL SATAN! HPS Meg "Nemesis Nexus" Prentiss