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raina-at · 3 months ago

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I don't know if anyone knows what's going on in Austria right now except for the, like, three Austrians here, but a) it's objectively hilarious and b) can maybe serve as a lesson to our German neighbouring conservatives how NOT to go about this.

So. We had parliamentary elections on September 29th, 2024. The FPÖ, the far right party led by a guy named Kickl, won with about 28% of the vote. The conservatives had about 26%, and came in second.

What usually happens then is that the Austrian president then nominates someone to form a gouvernment. By law, he can name ANYONE he chooses. He could name some rando from the streets. He could name ME. Traditionally, however, and because gouvernment should have a majority in parliament to be effective, he names the leader of the party that just won a majority in the election. But since nobody has over 50% of the vote, they need to form a coalition to have a majority in parliament.

The thing is, Kickl is a very divisive figure, even for a far-right party leader. His followers love him. But not only does the president despise Kickl, but the entire 72% of the Austrian population who didn't vote for him hate his guts with a fiery passion. This includes most other politicians and definitely the then chancellor and conservative party leader, Nehammer. They all think he's an unreliable, arrogant asshole.

So the president basically says to Kickl, "Look, prove to me that anyone will even consider forming a coalition gouvernment with you, and I'll nominate you to form a gouvernment."

Kickl fails at this because, have I mentioned this, everyone hates his guts. He spent the last five years insulting and degrading everyone and now nobody wants to work with him, surprise Pikachu face.

So the conservatives, who for parliamentary math reasons know they HAVE to be in the next gouvernment, are like, "Yay, now we're up." So they start talks with the socialists and the liberals. Talks drag on. It's Christmas by this time, and they're all, Yeah, we love each other, it's gonna be FINE.

Shortly after the new year, news breaks that they can't agree and negotiaions are off, mostly because the business lobby part of the conservatives were all, "You know what, the FPÖ's economic programm is more to our liking, we should deal with them."

The chancellor, Nehammer, who's also leader of the ÖVP (the conservatives), nopes out at this point, because he hates Kickl's guts and he actually seems to have a conscience (gasp!). So the ÖVP elects a new leader and starts negotiations with the FPÖ.

At this point, Kickl does a victory lap, talks about how he WON (he got 1,5% more votes than the ÖVP, and the vast majority of Austrians, like I said, HATE him), and how he was first and therefore he has a MANDATE and the ÖVP needs to recognise that they're second place and how they should basically bow down, kiss his feet and thank him for the mercy of exisiting.

That's the point where we make popcorn and see how far the ÖVP is wiling to humiliate itself to stay in power (which, btw, they are GUARANTEED to do because, you know, parliamentary math). In the beginning, everything seems rosy. There's harmony because both hate women, the queers, foreigners and poor people, so there's a lot of common ground here. Meanwhile, we all slightly panic because the things that are leaking out are BAD. Like, BAD. Like, 'ignore the European Court of Human Rights' bad. Like, 'Vote against Russian sanctions' bad.

So some people in the ÖVP are like, You know what, this isn't FUN for us. Last time you guys were much nicer, seems Nehammer was right, you guys ARE dicks. And some of the things you want are, yanno, kinda nuts. So dial it back a bit, ok?

FPÖ is like, nope, our way or the highway. ÖVP are like, ok, so let's be serious here, guys. We need an absolute minimum of guarantees that you won't turn completely nuts.

So Kickl does what every seasoned party leader with the unique and once in a lifetime chance to become Austria's first far right chancellor (barf) would do. He takes his ball and goes home.

So now, guess what's happening?

We're back to talks between the ÖVP, the socialists and the liberals.

And this time it seems the ÖVP is actually taking it seriously because they realised that hey, the crazy Nazis are actually, you know, crazy, and, you know, Nazis.

So we might actually have a gouvernment before Easter.

And now our ÖVP probably future chancellor is in the news being all, "So shocking that the far right won big in Germany, but they're all unreliable jerks who can't govern constructively anyway." Which. Like. Surprised nobody. Except him.

I hope for our German siblings that your politicians will spare you this comedy of errors and won't discover the hard way that the far right are *checks notes* bad. Also Nazis, which are also *checks notes* bad.

#austrian politics #this has been A RIDE people #we might actually not get a far right chancellor after all #the firewall is holding for now #but mostly because Kickl is a massive dick #thank you Kickl for being such an asshole that even the ÖVP doesn't want to work with you #Kickls assholery has saved austria democracy #I feel for our german siblings #stay strong

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visenyaism · 1 year ago

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aren’t all of her children literally bastards born of incest

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oh so now you’re going to listen to stannis baratheon, known misogynist, kinslayer, fornicator, team green supporter, and homophobe, huh.

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okay guys i know there’s no “perfect candidate” but you have to vote in the kingsmoot anyways not voting is how someone like e****n g*****y wins and literally anyone is better than him. suck it up and row to the polls

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should’ve stanned jaime #LORASFELLOFF

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one kill yourself jaime lannister is an honorless kingslaying turncloak two i heard loras tyrell was literally fine?

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beardysuits · 6 months ago

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Piece of Jake

Logan has hated his body his entire life. Obese, gay, and a shut in have been a terrible combination for him. He decides becoming his sexy roommate Jake may be just what he needs to build up his confidence.

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I’ve had a crush on Jake for… well forever I guess. I guess that’s one of the perks of being a part of the same class every year since kindergarten; you get to see the cute boys become cute men. Then there was the downside of that, that anybody who bullied you from kindergarten will decide to do it until you graduate. They’ll do it for anything too; being gay, being fat, your race, your wealth. I was lucky enough to get 3 out of the 4 for about 12 years now. However, I’m ready for that to change.

See I was blessed with a fantastic combination of having a slow metabolism, and an anxiety which I decided to soothe with eating. The result has left me to be a 19 year old with a BMI of 42. And yeah, BMI is bullshit if you’re stacked with muscle, but I had the rolls and pudge to prove there was some truth to it. Combine this with the fact that I was more queer than a midnight premier of Rocky Horror, and I came out to be not the most popular guy in school. I thought that would all change once I went to college, but freshman year was hell. I essentially spent the entire time in my dorm room, locked up in the dark and playing video games. But, I guess it wasn’t all that bad.

See, back to Jake. Jake kept his status quo of being one of the top dogs from the ages of 5 to 18. Baseball star, debate captain, and voted “most likely to succeed” by our peers. Top all of that off that he was on of the few people who actually wasn’t a total ass to me, and you can see why I was head over heels for him. He was straight of course, and even if there was a touch of bisexuality in him, he would never be interested in me. Now color me surprised when I found out that not only were we going to the same college, but we got randomly assigned to be roommates in the dorms! I was astounded, it was like there really was an astral force looking out for me.

So for almost the entirety of our freshman year, we chit chatted here and there, but Jake was almost never home. Instead, he was working to get himself into one of the fraternities and move into the house. While I was sad to not have as much time to admire Jake as I would like, that did give me the opportunity to go through his stuff. Mostly his closet. Jake wore the usual clothes you’d expect, hoodies, jerseys, wrangler jeans and the like. However, being that he was on the baseball team at the college, I found his stash of jockstraps he wore for practice. And good god, thank goodness laundry day was only once a week. The other 6 days I had a full time supply of used jocks to sniff and fantasize with.

I even tried to put one of them on in a hormone-fueled rage, but my thighs were probably the same mass as his entire body, and I couldn’t get the damn thing on. The longer I admired Jake and saw him for who he was, the more my love for him grew. With that, so did my jealousy. Jake was everything I wanted. He was fit, cool, and could get any guy he wanted if he even batted an eye at them. My time alone did prove to give me an opportunity to do some research however.

See, I’ve tried for a long, long, long time to get fit on my own. Watching my diet, exercise, starving myself. But, nothing would work. That’s when I started to look for more, creative solutions. I came across a blog hidden deep on the web which talked about taking another person’s form. Most of these seemed bogus, but I had to try. I found one eventually from a user, “Magic_Mann_720” who shared a potion, once which he claimed could turn anybody into a bodysuit. I was about to just toss it aside, but after looking at my desk and seeing the empty bag of McDonald’s staring back at me, I said fuck it.

In all honesty, brewing a magic potion was easier than I assumed it would be, and after just a few short weeks of waiting for unusual supplies to arrive in the mail, I had a vial of the stuff at my whim. Now, who could I possibly give this to? No, not Jake. But also, maybe? Would that make me the worst person imaginable if I slipped this to him? He was one of the few good people I had come across, I couldn’t betray him like that. However, I saw one glimpse of his jock hanging from his hamper, and doubts crossed my mind. It was staring back at me, taunting me with how tight it fucking was. I had to wear it, and I only knew of one body it would perfectly fit.

He was like clockwork, especially early in the morning when he made his preworkout and went off to the gym at 6 in the morning. I set my alarm for 5:50, just early enough to slip the potion into his drink before he woke up and set off. It was of course impossible to wake up so early in the morning, but somehow I managed to silence my alarm without waking Jake.

I fumbled around in the dark and found his shake he made the night before. I had slept with the vial under my pillow, though I could barely sleep from the anticipation of my task today. Being careful to not wake him, I unscrewed the lid, dumped the contents of the vial into the jar, and shook it up. I had just laid back in my bed when his alarm woke him up. I kept my eyes closed, hoping to trick him into thinking I was asleep. I heard him stumble around the room, getting his bearings, getting dressed. I couldn’t resist popping one eye open to see his lithe frame as he found a tank and basketball shorts.

He was already wearing boxers, but if my plan went accordingly, he never would wear such loose fitting underwear again. I heard him grab his shake, and my heart began to race. The pop of the lid went off, and I strained my ears to listen to him drain the contents quickly and quietly. The lid closed and just as I heard the doorknob turn, there was the sound of heavy stomps. I opened my eyes a bit wider to see Jake stumbling around, trying to get his bearings.

“Hey… Logan?” Jake said weakly. I pretended to wake up and rose from bed, seeing him lean against his desk.

“Jake? You okay?” I asked him. He turned his head to me, panting.

“I d-don’t feel good man,” he said between breaths. “Get.. get help. Help.. me..” He slumped to the ground, and while I anticipated a loud thud as his jock body slammed to the ground, it was a soft thump, like that of clothes tossed to the ground. For a moment, I hesitated to creep any closer, afraid of what I would find. I mustered up the courage to turn on the bedside lamp and found a near horrifying site by the door.

There on the ground was Jake, but he was flat as a pancake. He arms and legs stretched out, head deflated, and the clothes he was wearing were atop of him in a pile. I tiptoed to the body, already feeling regret in what I had done. Fuck why did I do this to him? Was I really so driven by my own lust I essentially just killed a good guy?

My own footsteps were much heavier than Jakes, making the floorboards creek. I kicked at the body, the skin feeling as alive as ever, but made no movement of its own. I got on my knees, and with the tips of my fingers, grabbed Jake’s hair and pulled his head up. I was met with Jake’s face, his eyes now hollow sockets and mouth agape. I dropped the skin and scuttled back in fear. Fuck fuck fuck, it’s so god damn creepy! I took a few deep breaths and crawled on my hands and knees to the body once more.

I tried to be more confident this time, grabbing him by his shoulders, and pulling him up as I struggled to stand. Jake was of similar height to me, so once I was fulling standing, I leaned the face to my mine, the tips of his toes still slumped on the floor. You know, it’s less creepy now. Jake was always a cutie, and even as a husk of himself he was irresistible. It was too late now, and while I felt bad about what I had done, I did it with a purpose. The issue now was, how the hell did I fit inside? Speaking of, would I fit at all?

I pulled at his cheek and found it to be rather elastic. My curiosity piqued, and I pulled at the corners of his mouth, which stretched at least a foot wide when I put some effort in. That gave me an idea. I quickly took off my shirt and briefs, catching my reflection in the standing mirror as I did so. God damn it, I was so fucking fat. My stomach hung out in front of me, almost covering my pathetic cock. Ass was as wide as trailer, neck rolls which made it seem like my head sat straight on my shoulders. Tits bigger than most girls I went to school with. This was my last chance to do something about it.

I sat on my bed, laying Jake down in front of me like a pair of pants. Stepping one foot into Jake’s mouth, I stretched it further and further until my thick calves were encompassed by his lips. Grabbing at his chest, I pulled him further up my leg, already running out of breath as I did so. This was a workout on its own. I remember watching videos of guys slipping into wetsuits when I was a teenager, it was a slight fetish of mine. I loved seeing the neoprene cling to their slim figures. Those guys would go inch by inch yanking the suit further up them, so I went ahead and mirrored the practice.

I found doing so actually made the process easier. Soon enough, my foot aligned with Jake’s. I shimmied his calves to match mine, but it was so incredibly tight. It was like my leg was vacuum sealed inside of him, crushing the fat around my leg down to match his. I began to pant, scared I was cutting off all circulation. I was so scared to look down and see something horrific, but shot a glance and was amazed by what I saw. There, my right leg was pristine. It was a mirror image of Jake’s which I had stared at so often when he wore shorts. I wiggled my toes, and Jake’s did the same motion.

Kicking my leg around, the pain began to subside, and I could see up to my knee, it was like I had worked out my entire life. I could feel the beaming smile creep across my face as I stretched Jake’s mouth open wide again to shove my other foot inside. Now that I had some practice, my left leg was far easier to work with and soon enough, I had two sets of legs which were built from years of baseball practices and running. My thighs proved to be another issue entirely, practically twice the twice of my calves.

I stood up from the bed, almost falling over from my balance being so off. Grabbing at Jake’s stomach, I jumped up and down a few times, his skin stretching and sliding over me with his lurch. My I stuck my hand down the inside of Jake’s mouth, the feeling of my now erect cock sliding against the inside of Jake. Although I wasn’t generously endowed, it still hurt to have it crushed inside of him. I found Jake’s cock, and while deflated, certainly overshadowed mine in length and girth. With one hand on the outside, and the other inside, I guided mine into his like a sheath.

It was the most orgasmic feeling I had ever experienced. Jake’s cock went from looking like a flattened worm, to coming to full erection. He was at least seven inches long, and despite mine being half the size, somehow felt like it was filled entirely. It was beet red from anticipation, and while I wanted to cum right here and now, I had to finish what I started. I turned to the mirror once more, and was shocked by what I saw. From the waist up, I was still fat fuck Logan, but from the lower half, I was built like a god damn star. My new cock swung side to side, stiff as a board, and my ass, while squeezed in like a sausage, now was as perky as if I squatted 300 lbs. I turned and slapped Jake’s ass, watching as the taut skin slapped me back. All hints of cellulite gone.

Finally was the part I was most afraid of, my stomach. It hung over the edge of Jake’s body, the flap of my stomach going over Jake’s lips. I sucked it in, which did practically nothing. Taking one of my arms, I pushed it as far in as I could, and used my other hand to pull the lips of Jake’s mouth up. I groaned in pain, feeling like a rubber band was squishing me in and threatening to cut me in half. Somehow though, his head moved up and moved. It was by inches and incredibly painful. Once I reached my belly button, I found a system to make it easier. Moving him up further and further, I finally reached my chest before I had to fall onto the bed.

I was breathing heavier than ever, and drenched in sweat from what was left of my original body. I felt Jake’s, and he was as dry as ever, as he would never be worn out from such a task. I counted down from ten and hoisted myself up, catching my sight in the mirror. My moobs hung over Jake’s torso, but it was like I was wearing a skin corset. I rubbed my had over my new stomach, feeling how flat it was. In fact, I would even see the beginnings of a six pack bulging out. It was surreal, I don’t think I’ve been this thing since… ever. I took a deep breath and worked to shove each of my tits down Jake’s mouth.

Each of them was a chore on their own, but eventually, all that was left were my arms and head. I don’t know how that would work, but if I made it this far, it was certainly possible. It would be tough as I would lose an arm at a time trying to slide them in. Taking my right one first, I wriggled my fingers inside, pushing them down Jake’s like a skin tight glove. With each inch my fingers slid in, it was easier and easier as I gained Jake’s strength. Eventually, the fingers found their way into his. I pulled at his bicep, as stretchy as the rest of him, and snapped it into place, enclosing my arm.

I rushed to do the same with my left and with my newfound strength, found this section to be the easiest. I was almost done. Jake’s lips were around my neck, and I had to use his fingers to make sure he didn’t choke me. I glanced at the mirror, and found Jake with my head. I turned my body around, admiring his form. I had taken several sneaky glances at him as he changed, but to have full autonomy, to see his tattoo on his thigh, the way his veins popped in his hands, the curvature of his muscles, it was like I was being treated to a feast.

“Goodbye Logan,” I told myself. I don’t know if I would come back from this. Or, if I would even want to. I took a deep breath and shimmied his head up my own. The same tight sensation took over my entire headspace and it was like a migraine hit me. Using my hands, I smushed my face around, placing my nose into his, eyes, lips. I fluttered my eyelids and had to refocus my vision. Going to the mirror was a picture perfect reflection of Jake.

“Holy shit,” I said. Oh fuck, that was still my voice. I guess that wouldn’t have changed. I don’t know how I could pull off Jake’s voice, but I would have to practice it. I looked at the corner of my mouth, seeing my original lips peak through Jake’s. I took a finger, stretching and pulling it into place.

There, I was Jake. Fuck I was Jake! I laughed and rubbed my arms across my body, watching as Jake did it in the mirror.

I spent a good ten minutes trying different poses and watching as Jake bent to my will. Sniffing his pits, making funny faces, bending over and showing off my new hole to myself. That last one sent me over the edge and I knew I had to blow off the steam which had built up. I sat on the bed and hoisted my legs up, cradling the back of my knees in my hands. I could never have even thought about attempting that in my old body, but as Jake, I felt so lithe. My smile was beaming in between my legs as I puckered my hole. I had to see what this looked like. I wanted to see Jake be pathetic now. I twisted my face to match that of so many porn actors I had watched alone in this room.

“Ohhhh… oh fuck me daddy,” I said, begging, watching Jake’s eyes as they wished desperately for a fat cock to fill him up. I split into my hand and began to pump my new cock, already slick and slimy from precum. I stuck a finger in my mouth and wet it before sliding it over my hole and slicking it up. I had plenty of experience playing with my old hole, but I always struggled to get my arm in a position to really get deep in. Jake didn’t have that problem though. I started to finger fuck myself, watching as Jake became his own bitch.

“Oh fuck daddy, fuck me. Fuck me!” I yelled, the point of climax racing through my cock before I could even react. Laces of cum shot out and started to drench my body, reaching even to my face and getting into my hair. I pulled my finger out of my hole, let go of my cock, and felt it rest against my thigh. There in the reflection was Jake, covered in his own cum and looking like a bitch.

I giggled, knowing I should feel far more guilty about what I had done, but too high on my own bliss to care. After bathing in my glory, I decided to clean Jake up and explore his body some more. I grabbed one of his towels and left the room, still naked. Walking down the dorm hall to the bathroom, it was still dead silent. Logan would have been petrified at the idea of being caught naked by somebody, but Jake? Well Jake now hoped somebody would see him and be jealous.

Getting into the bathroom, I passed by Brad, another guy on our floor, who had a towel wrapped around his waist, still glistening from his shower.

“Jake, the fuck?” He asked. I couldn’t pull off Jake’s voice yet, but I gave him a pat on the shoulder and winked at him as I pushed past. For a second I caught a glimpse of him checking out my body before he shook his head and rushed out to his room. I went to one of the mirrors in the bathroom and knelt over, posing and kissing at myself. Jake was going to become a lot more playful it seemed.

I took my time in the shower, feeling every crevice of Jake’s body and feeling myself up. And of course, stretching out his hole some more to work him up to taking a real dick. Maybe by one of his new frat brothers I need to meet. Once I got back to our room, I knew there was only one thing left on my to do list of the morning. I went to Jake’s hamper and pulled out the jock which was mocking me just hours before. I sniffed at, Jake’s pheromones becoming mine.

I slipped both legs down and had no trouble at all this time adjusting my bulge and feeling the elastic hug my jock thighs. I snapped one of the bands, feeling a sheer run my spine as I did so. Slipping one of his black shirts on, I went for Jake’s phone, which thankfully could be opened with just his face. I snapped a few pictures for myself to look at whenever I pleased. Now, how about we download Grindr to it and see what this new body can pull?

#male takeover #male bodysuit #bodysuit #fat to fit #male transformation

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pixiepipedreams · 2 months ago

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♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — bleaching your red flags white // in-ho x reader x gi-hun

♡ ⁄ pairing: in-ho x reader x gi-hun ♡ ⁄ warnings & tags: fem!reader, canon-typical violence & death, obsessive behavior, lying/manipulation, age gap (reader is 20-22, in-ho & gi-hun are late 40s, early 50s) ♡ ⁄ wordcount: 3.6k ♡ ⁄ summary:the second vote holds no promises for a brighter future, and both in-ho and gi-hun find themselves contemplating the ever intriguing player 132. THIS IS PART THREE OF A SERIES! (➊) (➋) (➌)

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You can feel his gaze, as heavy as a hand pinning you in place, as everyone eats. You sit on the bed nearest the center, eating mindlessly. Food doesn’t have a taste, and whether you blame that on the trauma this place instills, or your own churning mind, it doesn’t make a difference. You didn’t get to ask Gi-hun what you really wanted to ask - his feelings about Young-il, if he’s sensed the same deceptions as you. Something tells you he doesn’t. Despite the apparent burden of knowledge in his eyes, the edge of paranoia he carries in every move, it’s clear that he trusts his team.

The chatter of the team behind you is white noise to your brain, helping your body settle, regulate. Something about Jung-bae voting to continue, but it hardly matters. Not when there was such a big difference in the number of people voting ‘O’. You feel like you should be doing more, like there’s more to strategize. But there’s no preparing for the next game, not until you know what it is.

Restless energy makes your knee bounce, and you feel the urge to get up, pace. Hell, maybe jog laps around the room. But somebody settles in the bed next to you, a gentle presence, and you blink into focus, looking over. Jun-hee. You offer her a small smile. At least you did one thing right - ensuring her survival.

“Hey,” she says softly, nudging you with her arm. “Thank you, again. I feel like I owe you something, now.”

You’re quick to shake your head. “No, no, you owe me nothing. We both made it out, didn’t we? And really, I was just happy to prevent you from having to turn to 333 for help.” A small laugh spills from her lips, a surprised delight entering her eyes. “Who is he? Ex-boyfriend?”

Jun-hee nods, eyes flicking to player 333 across the room. “Myung-gi is… well, he’s the father. We were together for a while. He’s the reason I’m here, that coin he told people to invest in. Well, I got screwed too. He… he told me to get an abortion, but…” Her hand protectively presses to her stomach, and you feel a pang of disdain for 333. Myung-gi.

“Well, he’s a dick,” you say with a wave of your hand. She gives a short laugh, surprised. “And consider it my civic duty to prevent him from trying to play the hero now that he’s confronted with the consequences of his actions.”

Jun-hee tilts her head, still smiling, but there’s something bitter in her eyes. “I hate it. How protective he is, all of the sudden. I know we used to love each other, but now it just feels like… like he only cares about me because of the baby.”

“Men are like that.” A scowl twists your features. “It’s like a primal thing. I know everyone in our group is protective of you, and maybe it’s because they’re guys, but I promise you. You’re more than the life you’re carrying. You’re a person first. I care about you for you.”

Her eyes brim with tears as she looks back at you, her lips parting into a small ‘o’, like that was something she desperately needed to hear. Jun-hee pulls you into a hug, and you can feel the tight bond being formed, a physical thing. You hug her tightly, rubbing her back, feeling her body relax, maybe for the first time in months. “Thank you.”

When she finally pulls away with a sniffle, you smile, squeezing her shoulder. “If Myung-gi tries anything stupid, I’ll be right there, telling him to fuck right off and worry about himself.” She laughs, wiping at her eyes.

“The gods whisper your name,” a cold, smooth, feminine voice says abruptly. You start, looking up, instantly set back on edge. “You defied fate once, player 132. You have friends in high places.”

A cold chill settles under your skin, your expression even, composed. “I’m not spiritual.” And if there were a god, or multiple, they would never find you in a place like this.

Player 044 smirks at you, her gaze narrow, sharp. “Not that high, little one. Though if you were aligned with me, the gods would surely accept you into their graces.”

A scoff expels from your throat before you can stop it, any attempt at casually brushing her off thrown out of the non-existent window of the room of this concrete hell. “I’m good. Thanks,” you say, annoyance filtering into your tone.

“You will get lost in their games, another pawn. With me, you’d be a knight,” 044 says sharply. But you see right through that offer - she’s playing a game all on her own, if the small collective of women behind her is anything to go by.

“We’re all lost in these games, lady. To think you have any control is the flailing of a drowning woman.” Your jaw is clenched, sick of this feeling, like being just a piece moved around on a chessboard. A flash of disdain twists 044’s lips into a scowl.

“Seon-nyeo is my name. Treat it with respect, or else the clouds may come to cover up that protective sun of yours. Take it as a warning - your life is a rope, and you will be tugged back and forth until it is severed.” Her words are sharp, sending a chill down your spine, even though you have no clue what the hell she’s talking about. Tugged back and forth? Between what?

“Is that a threat?” you ask darkly, rising to your feet, your arms crossing. A firm hand grasps your shoulder, a heavy, solid weight, one that makes you stiffen - not out of surprise, but recognition. But Young-il behind you doesn’t even get a chance to speak before a soft but firm voice comes from your right.

“Are you bothering her?” Your eyes flick over to find Hyun-ju, and it eases the tightness in your chest.

Seon-nyu’s eyes never leave you, cold, calculating. But she seems like she knows something, like maybe she does have a direct line to the heavens, whispering in her ear. “The truth will find you, despite your evasions. Even the strongest shields can shatter,” she says slowly, eyes flicking from Hyun-ju, to Young-il, and - even curiouser - to where you know Gi-hun is sat behind you. With that, she turns on her heel and stalks off, her whispering crowd of admirers following.

You shrug off Young-il’s hand, though the heat remains, like just that one spot on your body had been left out in the sun too long. “Thanks, Hyun-ju, miss,” you say, giving her a faint smile, not bothering to glance behind you. “But you shouldn’t worry - I can fight my own battles.”

Hyun-ju’s eyes are glued to Seon-nyu’s departing form, until she finally looks back at you with a smile of her own. Still, there’s a tightness around her eyes. “I never liked those overly religious types. Trust me, it’d be my pleasure if I ever had to strike her.” You laugh, easing, even though you can feel the tension in the man standing behind you.

“You should stick close to our team tonight. You and your friends,” you say. Your eyes linger on the ‘O’, still prominent on her chest, but you don’t judge, nor do you ask. “Stronger together, yeah?”

Hyun-ju’s smile is so kind, almost timid, like she’s not used to being on the receiving end of someone’s care. “Of course, (Y/N). Stronger together.”

As Hyun-ju returns to her team, Jun-hee tugs you back down, causing a laugh to spill from your lips. And damn, does it feel good to laugh. “She’s so pretty!” Jun-hee whispers, and you grin, taking her hand and squeezing it. “Since you couldn’t be on my team today, I’m glad you were on hers.”

You can hear Young-il settle behind you silently, taking his seat again, but you can still feel his gaze burning a hole into the back of your head as you respond. “Me too.”

You offer to take the first watch, but Gi-hun won’t let you. “You need rest. Jung-bae and I will take first watch.” You’d wanted to argue further, that he seemed even more tired than you felt, but you resigned yourself instead to taking second watch. Still, you’re too restless to sleep, sitting against the wall, mind twisting and turning with what-ifs, worst case scenarios. If it’s between Jun-hee and Hyun-ju, who would you save? You try not to rank your teammates in your head, the act feeling too cruel, but the thoughts press against your skull, like an external force. You’d give anything for a distraction from the dark ink soaking into the pages of your brain.

“(Y/N).”

Well, maybe not anything.

You stiffen slightly at the sound of Young-il’s voice, and even that feels wrong. He saved you - you wouldn’t be alive now if not for him. He’s comforted you at every turn. But some part of your mind says he’s hiding something important. He took down two men without breaking a sweat. He looks so cold, detached, intense when nobody's looking. He apparently fumbled his own attempt at Spinning Top. Even his name…

Maybe you’re just being paranoid. Maybe the pressure got to him when it was actually his turn to spin the top - although something tells you he’s not a man to crumble in stressful situations. Maybe he’s dealing with his own demons, and when he thinks no one’s watching, he has no need to put on a show. That’s something you can understand. But at the end of the day, you know almost nothing about him.

Except that he likes art and literature. And that he has a wife.

And you try to convince yourself that the latter piece of information isn’t the reason your body tenses, half-shifting as though to shy away. It makes you feel stupid and young - and though you may be young, you haven’t been stupid since the naivety of childhood.

You look over at him, kneeling next to you, giving him a slight smile, more as an acknowledgement than anything comforting or fond. “Young-il.”

“Have you…” His gaze flicks over your expression, his smile nowhere in sight. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Those words receive a slow blink from you. “Have I?” you ask, almost contemplatively, like you’re turning the words over to find the truth in them. But you know that he’s right. You just hadn’t realized it was noticeable.

“Yes,” he says firmly, unamused. “Since just before the vote.” Since Gi-hun said he has a wife. “If this is about–”

“If this is about what, Young-il?” Your voice is cool, even, a challenge in your gaze. There’s no reason for you to feel this way, like he’s betrayed you somehow. But if he acknowledges that feeling, it would validate it, make it more real. Make it feel like information he kept from you. Do you want that?

His lips press together in a tight line. “I didn’t think you’d care.”

And despite it all, there’s still a buzz in your fingertips at his proximity, your heart thumps a little harder, an uneven beat that only you can hear. “I don’t,” you say, though there’s a slight waver to your words. “I don’t. I just…” You take a deep breath, shaking your head. “I didn’t think… that you’d struggle. With Spinning Top.” The words fall flat, an unconvincing diversion from the tightness in your chest. “Your hands…” Oh, dammit, pull it together. Just the memory of his hands guiding yours shouldn’t make you feel this way. “They seemed so sure. Hell, even I was able to do it, and it’s because of you.”

Young-il raises an eyebrow, a flicker of humor in those cold eyes. “Is that all,” he says, bemused. “I guess I got nervous.”

Your eyes narrow. “You don’t seem like a man who gets easily nervous.”

“No, I’m not.” But he doesn’t offer anything else. “And that’s not the reason you’re avoiding me.” Your eyes dart away from his face, to where Gi-hun and Jung-bae sit together at the edge of the fortress your group had built together. “You can’t fool me.”

“We hardly know each other, Young-il,” you reply slowly. “It doesn’t matter. So what? You have a wife. We’ve had two, three conversations? It didn’t come up.”

He huffs, but you can’t tell if it’s exasperation, or something else. Amusement? Annoyance? “It sounds like it matters to you.” You open your mouth to protest, but then you feel two of his fingers on your chin, tilting your head back to face him. Your breath catches, your eyes instinctively rising to meet his. “My wife is dead,” he murmurs, a flicker of some ancient sorrow in his expression. “Has been, for almost a decade.”

Your brows furrow. Sympathy aches in your chest, but confusion clouds your mind. “Gi-hun said…”

“I needed Gi-hun to trust me. I didn’t want him to think I was here for selfish reasons, and after our first conversation… well, he didn’t like what I had to say. You remember.” The tug-of-war of words yesterday, conflicting moral views, a conversation you had joined… yeah, you do remember. “But I meant what I said in that initial conversation - that I voted to stay because of him. Because he’s won before. I knew my odds would be better if I was on his team, and that required his trust.”

It makes sense… mostly. It aligns with your realizations that he’s more cunning than he acts, that he’s hiding something bigger, but it feels like a piece of the puzzle is missing. Even as your mind processes his words, your heart beats a little harder. Not married. It shouldn’t matter so much. Hell, maybe he’s still lying.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally, your voice quiet. He stares at you, unblinking, uncertain. “About your wife.”

A flicker of something in his eyes tugs at your heart, makes you want to reach out. His fingers still touch your chin, a gentle tilt that you can shift away from at any point. You don’t. “It was almost a decade ago.”

A humorless laugh spills from your lips, and you shake your head, careful not to dislodge his fingers. “Grief doesn’t leave you, not even with time. You just grow around it,” you say quietly. “It’s been half a decade since my mom…” Your words falter. You’d hinted at it, in your first conversation with him, under the same glow of the piggy bank’s reminder of why you’re all here.

He doesn’t say anything, but even behind that mask he wears like a second skin, you can see rolling emotions. “That’s… surprisingly wise,” he murmurs, his voice strained as he releases your chin. It’s not obvious, the change in his tone, but to you, it’s as bold as neon green hair under club lights.

“Surprisingly?” you ask, quirking a brow, a small smirk playing on your lips. But even you can hear the gentle comfort in your own words, trying to ease him. “I may be young, but I’ve lived through enough to change me fundamentally.” Your gaze turns outward, to the room, through the narrow aisle of the bunkbeds.

A quiet moment settles over you, a comforting blanket in the still atmosphere of sleeping players. “I understand that.”

And you know he does. Whatever truths he conceals from you, there’s this underlying understanding of the world, and of life, that you both share. One that only comes from having it all flipped upside down - be it by grief, or ugly truths, or something even more world-shattering.

Companionable silence finds its way into the space between you, your hand reaching up to idly trace the spot of warmth on your chin, the tingle of his touch still lingering. He hasn’t asked why you cared about whether or not he had a wife, which is well and good. You don’t have an answer that would escape your mouth, if he did.

Even sitting next to Young-il, your eyes find the back of Gi-hun’s head, the hunched, tense slope of his shoulders. “What do you think of Gi-hun?” The words are a whisper, your thoughts spilling over in the comfort of his company.

A ripple of tension in the air.

Then– “What about him?”

You bite your lip, uncertain why you even asked. “Being in the games, before. Coming back. All that weight he seems to carry… and yet he still seems to have such a rigid moral code.” You hadn’t been able to ask Gi-hun about Young-il, but apparently, that same uncertainty doesn’t exist between the two of you. Even with all the things you don’t trust about Young-il, you feel like you could say anything, ask anything.

He pauses, pulling a knee up to rest his elbow on. “I don’t know what to make of it,” he admits quietly. “You’d think he’d want to get far away from a place like this. But sometimes… people do strange things when they don’t know how to deal with what they’ve gone through. Sometimes, that kind of trauma sends you right back to the source. Some people want to change the ending, however futile it is. Some people want to end up on the other side, take control of the thing that destroyed them.”

It makes an odd amount of sense, but he sounds so certain, as though he’s been in Gi-hun’s place before. That’s how traumatized people end up abusers, or others end up in a relationship with someone abusive. To try to change the narrative. “He shouldn’t be here. Whatever he hopes to achieve isn’t going to make him feel better.”

Young-il sighs, a faint whisper not meant to reach your ears. “No, maybe not.” Jung-bae laughs next to Gi-hun, smacking him on the arm, and you get a view of Gi-hun’s profile, the incredulous look on his face. It’s maybe the most expressive he’s been this entire time. “Why the sudden… interest?”

You blink, turning your head to look at him so fast that your hair hits your cheek. “Interest? I’m not interested. I’m just… curious.” Then why do your cheeks feel warm? “Human behavior is endlessly worthy of study.”

There’s a huff of laughter from him, but it sounds off. Your eyes trace over his features, the detached look in his eyes even as his intense eyes meets yours. “Is that what you study at university? Psychology?”

“Oh, well… I’ve taken some classes on it,” you murmur, feeling an odd twist inside your stomach. “Mostly, I study humanities.”

Young-il doesn’t react, his gaze searing as he looks at you, looks through you. Like he wants to unravel you as much as you do him. Your tongue darts out, on instinct, wetting your lips, wanting to squirm under his gaze, but you hold still.

In-ho’s eyes dart to your mouth at the movement, a magnetic, irresistible pull. Just another player, right? That’s all you’re supposed to be. But he’s not a fool, like Gi-hun. At every turn, you surprise him - trying to analyze Gi-hun, your obvious displeasure when you thought he was still married, your observations. If he’s not more careful around you, your trust in him will fade. It shouldn’t be a problem, except he knows you’d bring your suspicions to Gi-hun. That, he cannot have.

But there’s an easy way to cement your trust in him.

That’s what this all is, tactical. Moves and countermoves, anticipating how your mind works and reacting before you have the chance to derail. That’s it.

So why does his chest flutter? Anticipation? Uncertainty?

He leans in before he has a chance to think too hard about it. Your eyes widen as his face closes the gap, your lips a hair away from his. His eyes flick over your expression, but you don’t flinch, or shy away. Your breath hitches.

He swallows, then presses his lips to yours.

In-ho focuses entirely on the way your lips part against his, accepting him, inviting him. As though he’s worthy of that trust. His lips move with a purpose, precision, but he adds a bit of clumsiness, to make it seem as though he’s overcome with need, desire, something more.

Any heat in his chest, or strange tightness, he ignores. His body has felt cold and distant from him for years, the only fire he’s used to being the burn of whiskey in his throat, his stomach. But there’s a new one starting under his skin, his palms tingling with it as he cups your face. A small sound, breathy and muffled, and he swallows it down like a fireball, a kinder burn than alcohol. Your fingers tangle in his tracksuit jacket, keeping him close, even as he separates from your lips. A small gasp escapes your mouth, your eyelashes flutter. His eyes are glued to you, every micro expression, the way your lips are glossy with spit. His? Did he lick into your mouth? Somehow, he doesn’t know, but there’s an unfamiliar, delicious taste lingering in his mouth that proves to be evidence in favor of that theory.

Your eyes flutter open, a dark look in them, but the edges are soft, wanting, surprised. “Oh,” you murmur, licking your lips, chasing the taste of him. His gut twists. He was right. He can’t let anything happen to you.

His smile is a sweet, crooked thing, even combined with the dark possessiveness in his eyes. “Too much?” he asks, his voice low, curling deep in your gut. His fingers brush away a strand of your hair, gentle, like you’re a delicate, important thing.

You laugh, a lightness entering your chest that you haven’t felt in years. “Not enough.”

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darlingbabyboo · 10 months ago

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"You're Something Else... "

♡ Synopsis: Megumi had been (sorta) prepared to live with this white weirdo who claimed to be the strongest... what he hadn't been prepared for was his daughter.

♡ Content: Reader is described as a girl and shorter than Megumi and Tsumiki and tiny because I'm tiny, black reader, good dad Gojo, Megumi is deeply repressed

♡ Notes: This is from the vote! Where people said they wanted Megumi x Gojo's Daughter instead of Giyuu x Urokodaki Daughter! Hope you enjoy 😘 Just say smth if I should make a part 2

♡ Inspiration: @ketsuyuki-hibana-typed! Their series Rengoku x Little Sister Figure is so good!

So Megumi was less than excited to live with Gojo (could not be me but this ain't about me so...)

He was only doing this so Tsumiki wouldn't have to suffer under the Zenin's

He was expected more or less of the same thing

Just him and Tsumiki living in a house, being forced to take care of themselves

Yippee

That's why he was so surprised to find you

"And you two, say hi to your other housemate!" The white haired weirdo cheerfully exclaimed

Megumi looked at you with wide eyes, you were hiding behind the tall man's legs and shaking like you were forced to be here

He wouldn't be surprised if you were

"C'mon honey bun, you gotta introduce yourself, you'll be sharing a home with these guys."

He removed you from his leg and squatted so that he was at his level

"Introduce yourself!"

You give a shy wave, curled in on yourself. You say your name through stutters and when you're done, you bury yourself into the weirdo's chest

Gojo smiles at them, stroking your back

"She's a little shy-"

A little, Megumi thinks

"-you two introduce yourself too! Don't be shy!"

"I'm Tsumiki!" His sister happily says besides him, like you're not shivering even if it's spring. "It's really nice to meet you!"

You remove yourself from Gojo a little to give her a small nod before burying yourself in Gojo's chest again

Megumi doesn't say his name, he observes (what he can when you're buried in Gojo's chest). You look nothing like him. He wonders if you've also been kidnapped taken in by Gojo

Does the freak have a habit of taking young children?

You look younger than him, though maybe it's because you're so small. You remind him of a mouse, especially with how much you were stuttering

He certainly hasn't seen someone like you before, maybe it's because of how sheltered he is, but you're different

Your skin is darker then what he's seen before, but the difference makes you even prettier. Your skin makes you glow in the sunlight, like some sort of angel

His stomach twists, even with how little he saw of your appearance, you're beautiful

"Aw are you already smitten with my little girl."

His face burns, "no!" He regrets staring so long when you bury yourself even deeper into the older man's arms, your embarrassment making his worse

Gojo waves off his words, "honey bun, this is Megu-chan, your first suitor!"

"Don't call me Megu-chan." He mutters, not bothering to clear up the other statement when the man is rambling something about your 'love story'. He looks up, sparing another glance at you.

You've removed yourself from Gojo a little, your brown eyes making contact with his blue ones.

Simultaneously, you both hide your faces

It's four people in the house but to be honest, it feels more like two

Usually, Gojo is out settling clan business or off on a mission, it's different than before though, Gojo's not neglectful, always making sure they have double of what they need and bathing them in nice comments

And he usually makes it home by dinner

It's honestly really nice (but never tell Gojo he said that)

The reason you don't count though is that you're really...

Quiet

He doesn't even know if that's the right description of you, you're almost like a ghost

The few times that he has laid his eyes on you, you disappear faster than he can blink

Usually, he would assume it's a him problem, but Tsumiki faces the same issues

"Do you think she hates us?" Tsumiki says one day, fiddling with her fingers.

Somehow, it makes him feel better that Tsumiki has the same struggles.

He shrugs, "I don't know, I thought she was mute, but she introduced herself fine the first time so..."

Tsumiki nods in agreement, she moves from playing with her fingers to playing with her hair, "I hope she doesn't hate us, she seems so nice."

"How would you know?" He mutters, "she doesn't even say anything to us."

Tsumiki frowns, opening her mouth to argues but then closes it in thought, "you have a point..." She reluctantly concedes.

Somehow, the win doesn't make him feel better, stomach twisting at the thought of you not liking them.

Of you not liking him

But one fateful day changes everything

"H-hello." You stutter out, looking at the two of them with wide eyes. Their eyes move from the TV screen to your surprising declaration.

Tsumiki eyes bulge out but she snaps her mouth shut out of fear of scaring you away. Megumi hopes that he doesn't share his sister's surprised look (which makes her look like a fish gasping for breath), forcing himself to remain calm.

He doesn't think he's heard your voice since Gojo introduced you all.

"D-dad won't be coming home today...a-and he said we could order food," You bite your lip, "d-do you guys want pizza?"

Tsumiki nods so quickly that he's scared her nose might start bleeding, "that sounds wonderful!"

When your eyes fall to him, he gives a simple nod. "That sounds really good."

You relax, and Megumi didn't notice how tense you were at the thought of a disagreement.

You poke your fingers through a hole in your shirt. "...C-can one of you order for us?"

Tsumiki shoots up, "I can!" She volunteers, already rushing to grab the landline.

You watch her with relief, and Megumi can already see the cogs in your head turning, you thinking about going back to your room.

He doesn't want you to go

"Do you wanna watch a movie with us?" He blurts out.

You jump at the words, surprise evident on your face. You point to yourself as if to ask Me?

He nods, looking away with embarrassment from how red his face is turning, "yeah, it would be nice to talk to you..."

When you don't respond, he looks to you and god he wishes he hadn't.

You're smiling, a smile that lights you up. Gone is the usual worry on your, eyes soft with joy and crinkled because of how wide your grin is

You're beautiful

"Okay..." You respond, softly, "I-i would like that."

He nods absentmindedly, aware that he's staring but he's under a spell, he doesn't know how to look away.

"Do you guys want garlic knots?" Tsumiki yells from the other room.

"Y-yes please!" You respond back, voice soft even when raised.

You turn back to Megumi and award him with another smile, "I-i need t-to call my dad really quick-- b-but I'll come back to watch the movie with you guys!"

He watches you go, butterflies in his stomach.

He buries his face in his hands.

Oh god

He has a crush

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mariacallous · 2 months ago

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The email arrived unexpectedly last week :

We will finish what remains of the project contract, but then we are ending doing business with Americans and American business. I know it’s not your fault, but your president just started a war. We still love the American people but good luck.

And that, as they say, is that.

There goes 20% of my cash flow.

It’s my first time being boycotted — my first time canceled.

I’m a voice-over actor. I provide the intelligent, trustworthy and engaging voice you hear narrating a TV commercial, a medical device explainer or a YouTube mini-documentary. I’m the voice on those annoying requisite training webinars you likely arrow-through quickly. I’m the aural comfort and security that helps relay information or nudges you toward trusting a brand or message.

But the trust in “that American sound” has been shattered. My client — an international organization that interacts with countries on every continent — no longer wants money going to American individuals or industry, and no longer wants an American-sounding voice to be associated with its hope-filled endeavors.

This isn’t a Ukrainian client. This isn’t some retaliatory Chinese, Iranian or North Korean company’s move. The company isn’t based in the European Union. Instead, it’s friendly Canadians, who are justifiably and patriotically uniting against our now-enemy nation led by a mad king.

And this is how our former allies are reacting. I can’t wait to see the actions from nations that have always hated us.

When the email arrived, I wanted to protest the decision — to upload proof of my entire-adult-life voting record or share links to my vast writings on LGBTQ issues and left-leaning initiatives.

Look! See! I’m just as pissed off as you are! We’re on the same side! I agree with you!

But it doesn’t matter. Everyone in the United States is guilty by association. The world has lost patience with us, even if we didn’t vote for Donald Trump. We are lumped together — whether we actually support the bad guys or we’re just lost causes suffering under them — and there will be economic consequences for all of us.

Rejection is part of any creative person’s life. We’re prepared for the “we’re taking a change in direction” speech. New CEOs, creative directors or VPs come in and tinker with existing contractor relationships. Decision-makers are replaced by new blood. It’s part of the gig, and I’ve endured such losses over the years.

But this email — this loss — stung. Any freelancer will tell you that when you succeed in finding that elusive client — the one who respects boundaries, appreciates your work without micromanaging or requesting changes, and then (gasp!) always pays you on time — you want to hold onto them for dear life.

Things were going so well.

Now this precious gift of a dependable income stream vanished, thanks to Trump’s ridiculous tariffs and “let’s make Canada the 51st state” trash talk. It’s a devastating blow while I’m already worrying about more and more companies using AI to write their scripts, edit their videos and even narrate the damn video, too.

Still, when the initial shock and hurt of losing this contract wore off, I had to tip my hat to those Canadians. I get it. I don’t blame them. Enough is enough. Someone has to have the balls to take a stand. And I have great respect for my Canadian friends and colleagues.

At least my former employer had the integrity to tell me the truth. He could’ve said my work wasn’t meeting their standards, claimed they wanted a new sound, or blamed it on budgetary tweaks. He could’ve just ghosted me.

Instead he wanted me to hear — and thought it was important for me to know — that our fearless leader’s words and actions will have consequences.

So, I’m being boycotted… by friendly Canadians.

I guess I’ll go commiserate with the former U.S. government employees who’ve also been tossed aside with violent, willy-nilly abandon. I have an inkling we’re going to be hearing similar accounts from average and not-so-average Americans feeling the pinch in the coming months, as the more forward-looking nations wash their hands of us (and our nonsense) and make harsh retaliatory and defensive moves.

The most daunting questions remain. With so many bridges burned — when all of our former allies have turned away from us and stepped forward as new global powers led by reliable and mature leaders — what will happen to the citizens of this country and this American experiment?

Blue state or red state, we’re all in the same bucket. We’re the bad guys to everyone — and anyone on the right side of history doesn’t come to save the bad guys. It will be up to us to save ourselves. But can democracy win in the face of so many actively rooting for it to fail?

I don’t know.

But I will keep fighting by using my voice and my writing, because what else can I do?

Brush up on my military contractor sound, since that’s where we’re headed? Or just adopt a British accent and acquire a new mailing address?

Right now I’m in mourning — over all of it.

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transformersconfessions · 2 months ago

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I hate how "Decepticon Culture" is portrayed in fanfics. (applies to G1 continuity-soup, mostly.)

You're telling me those guys NEVER heard a "thank you"? So much so, they get surprised when this happens. They don't know what "love" is because the closest thing a Decepticon can feel is lust?

People try to make their fics grimdark and "adult," but such a flattening of the faction only causes their work to look childish (which is FINE depending on the tone they want, but when you're writing a drama-filled, multi-chaptered fic? Boring.)

People commit the same mistake Michal Bay committed of portraying the Decepticons like they are another species. The Decepticons are people, awful people? Yes, but they still lived their lives before the war. They know how to live in society.

Furthermore, the big instigators are Megatron, Starscream, AND the other seekers (who hate Starscream's ass, but people will portray them as three abused brides who love each other because…fanon). The Decepticons live by the "mighty should rule" ideology and WILL in-fact dish out insults, sacrifice one another, and try to deceive their perceived competition, BUT they know how to fucking work together in an army towards a common goal (complete extermination of the Autobots in the case of G1). ESPECIALLY THE FOOT SOLDIERS!!

Take G1 season 3, "Five Faces of Darkness" parts 1 and 3. The starving Decepticons start off fighting for scraps but are quickly united under the promise of a strong leader. When the Quintessons come to Chaar to trick them, they work together to decide what they should do, even going as far as having a democratic vote to decide whether they accept the Quintessons' offer or not. There are many other instances of the Decepticons being civil toward each other; ultimately, they only spiral into chaos and brutality when they are leaderless (or when Starscream or Swindle happens).

To conclude, I'm not saying the Decepticons' ideology should be "cuddling and hugging." They are a fascist faction built on the elimination of their enemy, and they ARE awful. But flattening them into animalistic dumb monsters is just so boring, especially when you can tell the writer is trying to tell a compelling story about war and its effects on people.

#transformers #confession

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avelera · 5 months ago

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hi! first off, i love your arcane meta, especially the jayce characterization and hextech details. you get it.

now second, (and feel free to ignore this wall of text for any reason):

if you're in the mood to talk about meta, i'm curious to hear your take on one season 2 thing that i've been scratching my head about

how much does post-anomaly jayce know about the future? my initial impression was that wizard viktor only told jayce what we see onscreen, and jayce was kind of improvising and trying his best without detailed knowledge of future events.

but some lines ("we're meant to lose this fight") and a comment from the artbook (post-anomaly jayce wearing armor bc he knows there is a battle coming) imply that he knows more than he lets on.

what's your (watsonian) take of jayce's knowledge of the future in season 2? is there any detail in the show that sheds some light on this?

i think jayce knowing or not knowing about certain events really recontextualises some scenes. is he following his own or wizard viktors plans? is he suprised about the events of act 3? i've been rotating this in my head but i'm not sure what interpretation i prefer.

Thank you so much!

As for your question, it's a really interesting one!

Unfortunately, I do think I need to start the answer with the Doylist one:

Jayce knows as much about the future as he needs to for the plot.

I think this is important to note because it informs an understanding of their choice not to show us him getting an exposition download of everything Wizard Viktor has worked out over the years as to how exactly Jayce can thread this needle of saving Viktor at exactly the right time.

Because, in theory, the amount of optimization could be infinite. It could get all the way down to, "Jayce needs to be scared into falling into this exact pit and spending no more than 3 months there because that gives him the suffering needed for his plea to Viktor to be heartfelt and informed by similar suffering, but not so long that Jayce goes insane from isolation."

Or even things like, "Ekko needs to go to the Happy Zaun universe or else he won't have the sympathy needed for him to prevent Jinx's suicide and without her present at the battle, one of Herald Viktor's mind-control arms snatches up Ekko too soon rather than grabbing Jinx instead, so he's not there to buy Jayce's those critical extra seconds for his appeal to True Love and also put a bomb in Herald Viktor's face."

That said....

I admit, part of me still sort of wishes that Jayce had been the one to go through multiple realities of optimizing, just because I think it answers... a few more questions? Like how did he suddenly get so comfortable with killing someone like Salo, if he wasn't fighting in other universes? Why does he look so aged if only 3-6 months passed? How does he know things like how exactly to get to Viktor's commune and the fact they're going to lose the fight, etc etc etc.?"

I think it would have been cool and very fitting for Jayce but I will admit, the story we got covers all of this too.

Jayce's aging could easily be the product of extreme hardship (I wouldn't be surprised if the animators referred to images of people who have been, say, stranded on desert islands or prisoners of war for long periods to inform just how much Jayce's face muscles wasted away while he was there and just how much extreme hardship can age you because it can be extreme even within a few months and between pain, starvation, dehydration, and magical gangrene, Jayce was going through it).

Jayce's comfort with the idea of killing Salo could just be a product of his hardship (killing and eating lizards with his bare hands lol yuck), or of understanding that assimilated people are already dead, effectively, and to stop that future he cannot hesitate at all. Also, maybe he just fucking hates that guy, which would be pretty understandable after Salo voted to banish him back in 1.02 and also is very funny to me, personally, that he was just a little more comfortable smooshing that particular Councilor than he would be literally anyone else.

And this is were I get to your question: how much does Jayce know? Presumably, if we go Watsonian, whatever Wizard Viktor believed he needed to know to actually thread this needle, because there's probably information he doesn't need to know too.

For example, Jayce might know:

He cannot let a Cultist get back to Viktor with Hexgems. Salo needs to go. Who knows what this prevented but I can easily see how Viktor having more power right now to prolong his healing/assimilation would be a bad thing regardless. Also just... having Salo at all as a potential power player that Viktor could work through.

He knows where the commune is. In theory, he probably could just ask someone in Zaun too I mean, I doubt it's a secret, and narratively we don't need to see that.

He knows he cannot under any circumstances let Viktor talk to him once they're face to face. He can't even look at Viktor after Viktor knows he's there. There's a heavy implication that if Cult Leader Viktor so much as smiles at him, Jayce will fold, if we believe the little flash of memory of Jayce remembering him smiling at him isn't just Dead Wive Vision but is actually Anomaly Future Jayce warning him about what happened to him to lead t that point, which I think is a baller theory.

He can't give into Viktor, ever. He can't let Viktor touch his forehead before the right time. Jayce fights like mad to get away from that robot once Viktor decides that Jayce will be his partner again or else.

He knows he needs to take all the Hexgems out of the base of the Hexgate, but is it to stop Viktor? Or is to buy a few extra seconds while Viktor plugs them back in again so that Ekko has time to wake up? This is the sort of thing where Wizard Viktor might know the real reason for something but doesn't need to get that granular with why because it's about buying time, not actually preventing the Herald from grabbing the Anomaly.

By the way, I have a theory that one reason Jayce needs to get the gem burned into his wrist is because there's universes where his bracelet gets cut off and he loses the gem so Wizard Viktor is like, "This is gonna suck, but you really need this thing embedded in your flesh so it's there at the right time." Though, it could also be so he can engage the magic in his Alt Universe hammer. Still, I am a little sad that it's not an effect of Jayce universe hopping where some battle got it burned into him, because that was my original theory and I'm still very partial to it.

Jayce knows that he has no chance of winning the fight, he just needs to survive it. Once he gets to the top of the tower, once he grasps the hammer, it's all over. From that point on, the only thing he can do is have faith and get his big Power of Love speech ready, that is his only chance.

As for what Jayce is surprised by, I do think he might have been told information but not shown it necessarily. I am still really sad we didn't get a visual of what Wizard Viktor told him but, at the same time, one of the fun parts of Arcane is that it doesn't spoon-feed us, which gives us the chance for discussions like this, so wanting that scene is me being a Jayce addict not because I think it would necessarily strengthen the story.

So I think Jayce doesn't know what Machine Herald Viktor looks like. It's possible that Wizard Viktor doesn't either, because that didn't happen to Wizard Viktor, he didn't get slowed down at the commune, Jayce probably joined him there and probably didn't fight him at all, there's a strong hint that Anomaly Universe Jayce surrendered to Viktor at the top of the tower (the explosion marks around him are behind him, which implies that the force of his conversion might have been in front and willing, like he was kneeling before his king, and we don't have the top of his head to know which direction the fingerprints are positioned in).

So basically, Machine Herald Viktor is a product of Viktor needing Singed to regain enough power to go get the Anomaly, which Wizard Viktor didn't need to do.

It's possible that Wizard Viktor doesn't know about Ekko, he just knows that something outside his awareness has to happen for MH Viktor to be caught off guard, and as MH Viktor says, "That device cannot be," he cannot in his infinite knowledge account for what happens in a world where Hextech never got beyond its infancy with Jayce and Viktor at the helm.

So, at a certain point, there may have been things that Jayce and Wizard Viktor just had to rely on faith to come about too.

But it's way more fun to speculate because I think we'd be punching holes in it instead of speculating on it if we had been given this whole download.

Hope that answers your question??

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 years ago

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too many teens whining for validation, this blog needs more weird and stupid so...

AITA for kidnapping my friend and trapping her in the cheesebarn?

Hear me out:

The story starts about a week before my (20 at the time ftm) 21st birthday. If you live in the US you know this isnt just some lame 7th birthday or 36th birthday, this is one of the big boy birthdays, the special ones. Its when you can legal buy alcohol and are therefore truly an adult in the eyes of the law.

Naturally my friends (20s) wanted to do something Big for our 21sts. So they asked me what i wanted to do and i said i didnt really care as long as I got a road trip somewhere with friends.

Everyone thought it was a fun idea but it was a little short notice for everyone to get time off from work, but my other friend we will call C also had her 21st exactly a month after mine to the day, and the two of us agreed to share our 21sts and not do much of anything on my actual birthday. This is important, bc it was a SHARED birthday road trip.

I agree to let C pick the destination and I provide the car. We didnt have much of a plan as we were going to meet up with C's old roommate who lives in the city we picked to show us a good time.

It was 5 of us total and about a 7 hour drive altogether there with not a whole lot on the way there. We get to the city she picked and meet the roommate and honestly the rest of this part is just standard 21st birthday shenanigans. Its when we start the drive home things really start.

Remember its a long drive with not much to see? Well that was a lie. On our way back we see it, the Real "Happiest Place on Earth" as far as places with a mouse for a mascot go:

Grandpa's.

Fuckin'.

Cheesebarn.

Obviously me and the other people on the trip want to stop and see the magic, but unfucking fortunately C happens to be the only Basic White Girl ™️ in the entire world who hates cheese and isnt even lactose intolerant. This girl is notorious for making "petty" and "I hate Cheese" her entire personality. She would constantly make faces and gagging noises and talk about how gross and nasty cheese is if you so much as eat a grilt cheese near her.

Clearly she made it known that she wasnt on board with it. "NO! FUCK YOU ALL IM NOT GOING TO A PLACE CALLED A CHEESEBARN ON MY BIRTHDAY!!" were her exact words.

But i remembered i was driving, it was my car, and it was supposed to be my birthday too. So I put it to a vote. "Raise your hand if you wanna go to Grandpa's Cheesebarn!"

All hands raise but one. With C out voted we head to the cheesebarn.

Guys. This place is amazing. Its obviously making cheese its main draw, but yhere's so much more, its every shitty midwest tourist trap rolled into one glorious place. There's even a chocolate shop. We even got C's roommate to ditch work and come meet us bc shr heard "Grandpa's Cheesebarn" and knew she had to drop everything.

All in all a good visit, C even seemed like she had fun once we got there (she sure spent $300 on candies and dip mixes anyway). We go home. Things seem fine.

Then C drops off the face of the earth.

She wont respond to our calls or texts and at first we thought maybe she was giing through a rough patch or something and try to just keep reaching out but give her space. But then we find out that not only is she still hanging our with our other friends who couldnt make the trip with us. So clearly she's just pissed at us about something.

Finally one day a few months later i catch her at her job and just tell her "I dont care if you hate us, we'll never speak to you again if you dont want us to, but what the hell did we do to you??"

And she just looked me over and says "Well. You kidnapped me."

lolwut

And she yells (bc this girl loves yelling at people) "YOU KIDNAPPED ME AND TRAPPED ME AT A CHEESEBARN ON. MY. BIRTHDAY!!!!!"

And i just said "Well it was my birthday too," and havent spoken to her since. Its been over a decade and "No ragrets" as we said back in the day, but uts baffled me for years that that was her reaction. "Im just over you guys" i can understand, and its not like she was shy about telling people she hates them and their out of her life ever before. And from what i ended up hearing from our other friends she kept talking with it really was about the cheesebarn and how we "ruined her birthday".

No but srsly AITA??? For making her go to a cheesebarn???

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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cultkinkcoven · 6 months ago

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Okay here’s the hard part.

I think a lot about that guy, so called Jesus, and his philosophy of radical forgiveness and empathy. For a long time I thought that was just a line abusers use to force their victims to forgive them (AND IT IS)

But! I also think about Lucifer and the things he taught me regarding the concept of hell. If I was the ruler of hell and I had to manage all these terrible people, what would I do? Torture them? Give them endless suffering so they feel guilty? Do to them what they did to others so they can understand how bad it feels?

Latinos who voted for Trump, oh you disappoint me, but no, I don’t want you to be deported. Women who voted for Trump, *sigh*, no, I don’t want to see you get an ectopic pregnancy or carry your dead baby. No I do not want all those conservative gays to lose their right to marriage. And no, I don’t even want all of those fucked up fascist nazi racists to die.

It would be SO satisfying to see them get what they deserve, right?

God, I’m so sick of being apart of a species that loves to conquer. We bleed, they win, they bleed, we win. I’m sick of patching wounds. All I see is hellfire.

My friend Taylor Mcnallie is facing fraudulent charges because of an altercation that happened while she was protesting in Calgary. The bitch of a cop who assaulted her not only received no punishment, she got a fucking promotion. I remember during one of Taylor’s speeches someone said something like “I hope she gets arrested and goes to jail,” and Taylor said, “I don’t hope she goes to jail. Jail shouldn’t exist. I just want her to get fired and apologize. That’s all I want.”

Pacifism, true pacifism, like the kind that guy preached about, doesn’t mean laying down and accepting every terrible thing assholes do to you with a smile. It means taking away their ability to harm without harming them yourself. Eliminating the evil without becoming evil. Punching nazis does not make you a nazi, but praying for the death and destruction of people, human beings, because you hate them as much as they hate you? *sigh*

The hardest part about this whole radical empathy thing, is the fact that I cannot even wish harm upon those who want me dead. Isn’t that funny? That literal neo nazi, yeah, I hope he has shelter. Fuck I hope that rapist still eats tonight. I hope he feels shame until the day he dies, but I don’t hope he gets raped in prison. I don’t even want him in prison to be honest, I want him to be cared for, and I want his ability to do harm stripped away.

“Even if he hurts a child?”

God damn it, yes. I can’t add more suffering into the world, even if it is inflicted upon the people I’d love to hate most. I want to take away his power to do evil, I want everyone to know what kind of person he is and the terrible things he does so they can keep themselves safe… and then I want him to be safe.

I want all those terfs to have clean drinking water. I know they hate my guts, ugh, it is what it is. But praying that they experience the pain they’ve caused me, hoping that they die or suffer only makes me more like them.

WHICH SUCKS. This way of thinking is NOT satisfying AT ALL!!! Being vindictive and petty is FUN and it FEELS GOOD!!! That’s why it’s so fucking easy, and that’s why we keep eating each other over and over again.

Having said all of this, we should definitely bring back the guillotine lmao. I’m not saying that we should be super nice to people who are trying to kill us, do fight back. If the people need to kill their oppressors to be free then, hey, I’m not going to tell them they’re wrong for that. This isn’t a “we should all hug and sing kumbaya together! Kindness is always the way!!!” take. If the only way to bring death to the empire is to bring death to its owners, then so be it. Do so in the way that produces the least amount of degradation to your soul.

But wishing natural disasters on Texas, hoping that that racist woman’s parents get deported, out of spite and hatred… what are they doing to you? What are you doing to yourself?

Humanity is disgusting, truly truly abhorrent. I want to be able to look at us and embrace us with acceptance of that. Every single fucking terrible person on this earth deserves liberty, life, and freedom. Even when you spit in my face and hurt the people I love, damn it, I won’t hurt you. I see you as a rabid animal that needs to be sedated and slowly acclimated to compassion. And I will keep trying, even if you never learn. I can’t give up on humanity.

This is the most important and the hardest part. I’m not telling you to forgive, forgiveness is for you. If it doesn’t serve you, don’t forgive. But don’t let people without humanity kill the humanity that exists within you. Don’t let hatred fester in your soul. You’re allowed to be mad, hell, you should be furious. Let that fury keep you warm, but do not become a monster too.

To all you stupid fucking fascist pieces of shit, I hope you get exactly what you deserve. And what you deserve is not death, pain or suffering. It’s self reflection and growth, guilt and humility. As much as I would enjoy seeing you hurt, I refuse to become like you. And damn it I love you, I love every human being on this planet. I love you so much that I cannot become you. I love you so fucking much that I will continue to fight for your rights even when you’re trying to take mine away. and I hate that I love you like this, but I can’t stop.

So I will stop you.

- James Baldwin

#america #pagan #paganism #witchcraft #luciferian witch #luciferism #luciferian #lucifer devotee #theistic luciferianism #lucifer deity #lord lucifer #lucifer #demonology #demonolatry #election 2024 #us elections

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osc-totally-true-confessions · 7 days ago

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mepad is literally the worst character in ii i dont get how anyone lieks him sorry. here are many reasons as to why he is Awful:

he is BOring

he is pink and purple (gay colors) (i am homophobic.)

why didnt he just teleport mephone out of the way of cobs? is he stupid?

he is stupid.

noncontestant characters are Overrated.

my favorite character is trophy and he was mean to trophy once (i love trophy) (he is my special pookie bear and he did no wrong ever)

hes just a slab and that is boring character design

he has no mouth. how does he eat? he doesnt. Unrealistic

he probably smells

men like him are why im Straight. (As in I'm a man who likes women. I am not a women who likes man.)

he should have stanned loona

where was mepad on 9/11? We don't know.

He lied (gaslighting) to Everyone about not having emotions (HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW YOU HAVE EMOTIONS?? WHEN YOU HAVE EMOTHINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?)

literalyl What is his problem. L Bozo

his death had no impact on me.

what does he contribute to the show? Graphs of votes? Yawwwwnnnnn

"i didn't" LAME choice of last words. I could have done better

he was only stabbed once litearally anyone could survive that

why didnt he stand up to mephone sooner ? beta behaviour

ipads suck (See: iPad Babys. this is mepad's fault)

why did he try to help taco shes literally irredeemable? did he watch season 1?

tacos tirade wasnt even that good.

ughhhh another character who has plot and an arc ItS GOTTEN SO OLD.

he is (was. RIP lol) friends with toilet. who is a toilet. i shouldnt have to explain this one 🙄

i bet he couldnt even run minecraft because hes such an old model

in a show where people can come back to liffe literally whenever he still found a way to diee for good. L of the Century

he had a mansion named after him? thats private property. thats capitalism. He is not an ally of the working class. if he was he would have had a library or community center

where did he get those rocket parts? Ermmmm Continuity Error Alert!

MePad? more like MeBAD!

he wasnt eliminated ONCE in all 3 seasons. PLOT ARMOR.

when will he learn that other people arent his problem. literally never (he died.)

Do I need a reason to dislike a character? I don't! Don't expect one.

No arms.

hes a fucking NERDDD

He probably wont even show up to season 4, the lazy fuck

I bet he wouldn't smoke weed. Lame!

Why did he let marshmallow leave the show? thats against the rules.

I made up a verision of him in my head where he is worse than in canon and I need to act like its his character exactly.

His fans are annoyingggg

Teleporting is literally overpowered Mods kill this guy for godmodding

hes literally so fucking mean???

why is he nice to people the world isnt SUPPOSED to be nice ITS A DOG EAT DOG WORLD OUT THERE

he would be an awful mayor.

i cant do ANYTHING anymore without people coming up to me like "OH ITS THE MEPAD GUY ITS THE GUY WHO LIKES MEPAD ITS the MAN WHO WANTS To KISS MEPAD BECAUSE HES GAY!!!" IM NOT GAY. IM TIRED OF THIS SHIT. I HATE MEPAD. IM A STRAIGHT MAN AND I HATE MEPAD.

he will never know the joy of most things

he has lied on multiple occasions. you cant trust this motherfucker

he has killed. i dont have proof but i know it has to have happened

i bet hed read Homestuck.

i hate his stupid little friends

i dont likje him

thank you.

waow

#confession #ii confession #ii || mepad #ii || mephone4 #ii || steve cobs #ii || trophy #ii || taco #ii || toilet #ii || marshmallow #confessions i like

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silently-standingstill · 19 days ago

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Just wanna say thank you for your grassy drawings. I used to really not like him or his character, just really wanted him out the game. but then I saw all your drawings of him sunbathing or using crayons or just having a jolly time and realised; I don’t hate grassy! Not at all! I’m just not a fan of what’s happened in tpot or how things were handled! Grassy is just a little guy who wants to play with his friends and his toys! Grassy wants to be helpful! I finally realise that he’s just a cute little thang!!

Thank you for drawing grassy as how he truly is and for helping me realise how lovely he really is :]

yes!!! im so happy to have changed your mind about him!!

tpot has great ideas, but poor execution! i enjoy what they present, but it really couldve been done better. many people dislike him for getting so many votes, not doing much, being reduced as a character, etc etc. but overall he is a very fun character who has a lot to offer!! i wish people looked a little closer at him, hes just as worthy as anyone else 🔎

rant about grassys characterization in tpot under cut. you sparked something

grassy in tpot could be better. im happy theyre doing more with him, but its less about how he was originally and more of snowballs influence on him. he wouldnt control tree in bfb, but this isnt a bad thing either. hes more willing to participate in challenges! just wish he didnt sabotage others <//3 that isnt a grassy thing to do

in tpot 4, grassy is set on fire for the challenge, despite being near a forest, and having other methods of warming their plant. this is grassys worst episode to me, he doesn't advocate for himself and basketball reduces grassy to her "teammate". he is disrespected and treated as less in this episode. grassy WANTS to be respected, he is vocal about that too! it baffles me he just doesnt do anything LOL but thankfully tpot 4 isnt canon

they used grassy becoming strong as a guise for him and snowball to become friends, which isnt bad! however the execution is poor. snowball respects strength, and not just physical strength! but for him to suddenly change his views, especially after bullying him from tpot 3-7 is too sudden. grassy shouldnt become strong to prove himself worthy of respect, he is already capable enough without strength! in tpot 2, he was the only one to do the challenge, the only one who wasnt engaged in his teams arguments and motivated! that was enough for snowball to acknowledge his efforts. this is the same grassy who turned his entire team against golfball for not respecting him. he IS strong.

grassy is a character to inspire change, its something i adore about him! i believe hes the reason he caused blocky to be kinder to woody in post split :-) his relationships are a big part of his character, he tends to befriend strong-minded people, basketball and blocky would easily stand up for him because he didn't always have the voice to do so. however in tpot, hes almost always around snowball, his friendship with basketball, robot flower, tennisball, tv, almost everyone is off to the side! he never interacts with them anymore. he could've played a role in robot flowers arc, changing her mind. robot flower isnt considered as much, but i think grassy wouldve made her feel appreciated :') it goes along with tpot 17 too, tree disregarded tv because hes a mechanical mind, but grassy didnt see a difference! tv is his friend!

i have more in my mind btu im tired zzzzzzzz but i love grassy i dont think he was done too poorly in tpot, one of the lesser mischaracterized characters. with tpot now, he has lots of potential, i hope he isnt eliminated so he can live up to it :-)

#bfdi #bfb #tpot #grassy

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magnusunpopularopinions · 3 months ago

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My unpopular opinion isn't even that unpopular or brave but I just wanna put it somewhere that I like Protocol way more than archives already.

Don't get me wrong I loved archives but god I love the increased amount of character moments and the different "statement" formats and unlike a lot of people I've heard I don't think it's either too fast or too slow.

Have a nice day and don't forget to hydrate!

Thanks for sharing! Let’s chat!

I’ve had this one in my inbox for a second now, and with my poll up, I figured now’s a good time to talk about this!

(( BTW- I have a poll running for the week: Archives VS Protocol! Go vote and tell us why you chose what you chose!

I might do weekly polls- is that something you guys would be interested in? ))

Ok, ok, sorry @poisedava ! You’ve waited long enough, let’s get to it!

I’m going to disagree with you but not in the way where I don’t understand where you’re coming from!

I loved the Archives characters, and I liked the slow burn of the story. I’m a big mystery fan so it was lots of fun to listen and “red string” it, so to speak. I think Archives had a great amount of character stuff for its pacing, and Protocol is getting a lot of character stuff too- I just don’t like as many of the Protocol characters as I did the Archives characters.

But, I had lots of fun with S5 of Archives because of the “different” statements, so I’m with you there for Protocol!

I just think Protocol is different than Archives and there are valid reasons to love or hate it. There are parts of Archives I don’t like and there are parts of Protocol I love, so we’ll just have to see what happens!

And of course I’ll stay hydrated- everyone make sure to drink some water!! @poisedava ‘s orders!

Again, thanks for sharing, and remember to keep your words kind!

-E

>Hello! I’m E, and I created this blog to be a safe space to share Magnus Archives/Protocol opinions in! If you are seeing this in a reblog, I want you to know three things:

1) I value respect and kindness over anything.

2) I cannot control what others say in response to anyone’s opinions.

3) Only you can control your emotions/actions/words. Choose to respond with gentleness, not anger. After all, we all are here for the same reason- why not enjoy each other’s company?

Thanks, and have an awesome day/night!<

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These past two days have been a fucking whirlwind but I cannot fully express the absolute rollercoaster that was that funeral. There was more joy than anything however. I was reunited with my northern family after twenty years and to these people it's like only a day passed. They were warm and welcoming and joyful and I felt like a part of myself was mended. I have their contacts now and I know we will see each other more. I miss Minho so damn much. The entire time I didn't feel I belonged there because I didn't know any of those people. During the wake, I was introduced not as my father's daughter but as my brother's sister. Some people didn't even know he had a daughter, but it was different at the funeral. People who worked with him his entire life told me my father talked about me, and they knew very specific things (my going to Coimbra, buying a house, graduating, health issues) which was very surprising. They just hadn't met me. The most bizarre thing was having the ministry of health greeting me and at one point, my brother slaps me on the shoulder with a glint of "don't fuck this up" in the eye and the fucking prime minister is there to give me his condolences. Those of you who have figured out who my father was, i suppose you guys understand now why I was always the black sheep of this small part of the family, why my brother tailored himself to be the perfect right wing conservative (our father was basically his hero) and labelled me as this rebellious leftist, why we butted heads so much. Politics talk was always very finicky and avoided. And why I tried my best to keep in the shadows. Idk what he thought I was going to do im that moment for him to look so panicked cause prime minister or not, the man was polite and respectful and it's a fucking funeral anyway. Next thing I know, I'm being told I need to read some fucking prayer at the podium in front of hundreds of people and being invited to parliament for a vote of "grief" by the government. I told them absolutely will not do either. But this is the kind of shit that I am so used to being scolded and villainised for I was terrified of saying no. But these people told me it's up to me, that it does not mean I care less, they understand. Nobody pressured me. It was a whiplash to be treated like a human when I said I don't feel comfortable being in the spotlight. Tomorrow at noon you will not see me in parliament.

My biggest gripe was my father's partner. Up until the funeral, all I felt was rage, rage for having hid his new child from me and for never introducing me properly to his partner. I was sure she hated me for some reason. But then she said "I need to speak to you" and what she told me honestly just ripped me apart. I think at that moment, when she held my hands and spoke in a way that made me realise that she understood things a lot better, and we both just cried in each others arms, I started to let go. It just didn't matter anyway. What's done is done. Then she said her daughter saw a picture of my brother and I and asked who I was, and she said "that's your sister" and the girl went "I have a sister?" And apparently is extremely excited about meeting me. It just pulled me back to my tween years when my lonely, depressed ass used to dream of having a big sister that could take care of me.

It was such a wild day. There's a part of me that healed just for being reconnected with my family. I miss Minho so much. I miss this family whose love language is being a fucking brute and cursing like a mf. I missed this sense of belonging I always felt with them. Twenty years since I last saw them and it was like only a day had passed.

I don't know what to take away from this. It's sad that it takes one dying to start healing from a lifetime of neglect and abandonment and disappointment but it is what it is. I feel I regained my family back. I feel I have my northern rib back in me. I never laughed and cried so much at a funeral. I don't know if the anger I was feeling up to this moment is gone, but it's fading and I have these wonderful people I was always so proud to call a family to thank for. I can now say again that I have so many cousins and so many aunts and I love them all.

Apparently I did not evade all the cameras but it was a regional news website so whatever at least it wasn't national news.

#my life right now.#i might delete this later #i am genuinely wondering if i regret saying this much about me or not

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