#why does this country have to be such a shitshow

[crow-the-artist]

Hey guys, just woke up and oh- would you look at that, THE FUCKING ORANGE WON

I am actually so scared right now. I am so fucking scared abt how this shitty election is gonna affect all of us.

I hate the us so much, omg

Oh well, time to go to school ig T-T

[tom-hossain-minis]

Holy shit politics tumblr what the fuck. Are there no communists on this site? Or people with memory greater than that of dory from finding nemo ? Does nobody recall every promise Biden not only broke but actively did the opposite of what he said he was gonna do? And I also have to ask, and I’m sorry to do so, but I think it’s important, are you all white? Cause I seen yall saying “your pic friends will suffer” and the way it’s phrased makes me think perhaps yall are not yourselves poc, for the most part. Furthermore, all *my* poc friends are well fucking aware that Joe “I’m against desegregation” Biden is a fucking racist POS, as is his entire administration. Let’s not even get into increased climate destruction, his support for trans people being barred from sports, his general apathy towards lgbt people, his really fucking vile southern border behaviour and policy, his explicit fucking islamaphobia, anti black racism, and anti-Asian racism, his supreme belief in police barbarism, his total economic shitshow these last four years, and finally, something I suspect non Americans literally are unable to fathom, his vitriolic hatred of the rest of the world, and the danger he poses to humanity’s continued survival as a result. It’s true, your political system sucks fucking balls, I pity you for having only one party and not being able to remove your head of state, but don’t you dare tell me that you think Joe Biden is a “good president in most regards except Palestine”. And guess what, “trump is worse” is something I wholeheartedly agree with. But for some reason you Americans have no concept of “saying no”. You don’t have a permanent minimum standard. I can’t understand it, is there some weird part of American culture that says you can’t have a sense of personal dignity, or, dare I say it, a spine? It’s inconciliables to me that every person in the most well off, powerful, heavily defended nation on earth would not only allow themselves to be, in the most shakespearien sense, raped by their political system every four years, but that *some* would revel in it. I genuinely mean it when I say I cannot understand this behaviour. Aren’t you outraged at this treatment? Where is your fury against such degradation? Wouldn’t you fight and work and claw at everything against you until your bones were raw and white and broken rather than settle for this most violating and humiliating of lifestyles, in the hope of something better? Don’t get me wrong, I come from the cesspool that is Britain, and that’s its own thing, but I know why and how the British spirit was so thoroughly crushed so I know why people have given up there, and even then, we not only still have some resemblance of fight, but also a system that at least in theory can allow for some better representation than the American one. Britain has a proud history of rioting when things get too bad, we stole the idea from the French, just like everything in our history and culture, but America never seemed to have the same; is it just too vast a country? I just, really need someone to explain it. When and how were the American people politically lobotomised? And I’m sorry if this is rude or confusing but I really am at a loss. As a scientist I really am dedicated to and obsessed with making the world a better place for everyone, but America, the biggest problem by a landslide so massive it could be its own planet, completely and totally baffles me.

Tl;dr: fuck Joe Biden, I have a sneaking suspicion tumblr is mostly racist white people, America’s very existence can drive a man insane like the visage of Cthulhu

[lovelyhan]

HI LOVEEEER

I have a blurb for inflection point 👀👀 SOMETHINT MORE HOLY BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE HAD A SHITTY ASS WEEK!!

Jeonghanio and Seungcheol are just chattin away on their couch and reader comes home hella annoyed bc of work even tho jeonghans like "🤨" and then its just comforting bc reader just drops mega f bombs everywhere to a point where both men are terrified.

ANAGWAYS U DONT HAVE TO RESPOND I JUST HAD A IDEA 🫶🏼🫶🏼 LOVE UEYEYEYE

⟣ when you're having a bad day ⟢ wc: 1.8k words tags: fluff, sooo much fluff, cuddling

All you could think about after this shitshow of a workday is your wonderful cloud couch at home.

Not only does it provide maximum comfort during your...more risqué activities with either or both of your boyfriends, but on days much like this one, you can just sink into the plush cushions and let them swallow you whole. Almost like you're floating on a fluffy cloud—hence, the namesake.

You were mortified when Jeonghan finally spilled just how much money Seungcheol invested into that sofa. It was probably three—no, four times more expensive than the king-sized mattress he'd gotten for the three of you a year ago. Then and there, you realized that your first love has developed quite the eye for home furniture, and decided to make good on his paychecks by purchasing only the best of the best.

But the net worth of your cloud couch isn't the issue here.

When you shut the door behind you, the idle background noise from that sitcom Jeonghan has taken a fancy to these days flits to your ears—somehow easing the tension in your shoulders. He had to stay home because of a fever that's been running since yesterday evening. While that resulted to you having to cover for your boss' responsibilities for the day, you were glad to know he's been resting up just like you insisted all morning.

Jeonghan was particularly stubborn about using up a sick leave because one of the company's more insufferable clients scheduled a meeting with him today—one that apparently can't be pushed back a day since he's flying out of the country tonight.

So, like the outstanding employee and girlfriend you are, you reassured your boss-turned-lover to just relax, and that you and his secretary, Joshua have got it covered.

Besides, you've been in this business with Jeonghan for years. How bad could he possibly be?

"Whoa," Seungcheol pipes up from where he's buried under a fluffy comforter with Jeonghan on the couch. "You look like shit, babe. What happened?"

"Seungcheol," Jeonghan kicks his leg, and you don't miss the nasal quality to his voice. Your lover's miffed expression then morphs into something more hospitable. when he turns to you with a smile. "Hey, sweetheart. How was work? Not too difficult without me?"

You answer their questions by collapsing on the vacant spot right next to Jeonghan, a whine caught in the back of your throat as you buried your face his sweatshirt. He smells like laundry detergent and Salonpas—a far cry from his usual expensive colognes, but it fills you with a sense of quiet satisfaction, knowing you get to see him this vulnerable.

And Jeonghan can also see how vulnerable you are right now.

"He's so..." you trail off for a moment, the words lost on you because of how pissed off you are. "Why are we even considering doing business with such a fucking creep?"

Seungcheol tenses from the other side, rising a little to furrow his brows. "I know I don't usually ask about the specifics, but is this about that new client of yours? Did he do something weird to you? Am I going to have to beat someone up?"

Jeonghan sighs, easing a palm across Seungcheol's thigh over the comforter. "Cheol, calm down. If Mr. Seo has a type, it's definitely not our princess over here."

"What does that even mean?"

You huff before tucking your legs to your chest and shifting your weight into Jeonghan. You know you probably shouldn't be putting too much strain on someone who's sick but you can't help it!

"That weirdo wouldn't stop eye-fucking Joshua during the entire meeting! I bet he was even happy that Hannie wasn't with us today 'cause there was no one else that could tell him off. Joshua isn't exactly the confrontational type either, so..."

Jeonghan presses his lips together before making you rest your head on his shoulder, stroking your hair to placate you somehow. "But you're the confrontational type, right? Why didn't you show that asshole his place, hm? You've seen me do it dozens of times."

"In case you're forgetting, I'm just a regular employee, Hannie." You roll your eyes. "If I talk back to him, he might just have me fired."

"Who gets to hire and fire people in the office again?"

"...You."

"And do you seriously think I would fire my favorite employee?" Jeonghan teases, leaning down to plant a kiss on your nose. "You give the best head underneath my desk, love. What makes you think I'll let you go so easily?"

Your reaction is immediate, and Jeonghan lets out a soft chuckle when you peel yourself away from his embrace to relocate on Seungcheol's side—glaring at your boss as you grab tightly onto the football star's arm.

"Look what you did," Seungcheol laughs before nuzzling your hair affectionately. "As much as I want to know what that feels like, there's a time and place for everything, Han. Don't her feathers look ruffled enough?"

You let out a petulant noise, making a show of tilting your chin up with indignance. "Yeah, Hannie, haven't I gotten enough shit today?"

"Aside from the not-so-discreet Mr. Seo," he starts before getting up to pad over to your side so that you're sandwiched between your two lovers, "what else has gotten our baby so pissed off today?"

You puff out your cheeks, face souring at the mere thought of recalling everything that happened since you walked out of the door to your house today.

Since Jeonghan was sick, you convinced Seungcheol to stay at home to take care of him, despite the latter insisting that he drive you to work. You promised that you could manage, and that you sort of missed commuting to the office anyways.

That's your first mistake because you had no clue that the trains were down today, and you had to stand in a long line at the taxi bay, since none of the city buses pass by any areas near your workplace. You were already running a bit late as is, so you couldn't afford to walk either.

Today, you were an hour late for work when you've never been tardy your entire life (except for that one time your boyfriends tag-teamed you too intensely on a Monday morning, damn these men). In your attempt at apologizing profusely to Joshua—bowing a full ninety degrees and everything—you ended up knocking over his iced americano in the process.

The drink splashed all over an important document Jeonghan's secretary had been going over before your arrival, and that was honestly the first time you saw Joshua look like he wanted to strangle someone in the years you've worked alongside him.

It certainly did not help that you were supposed to meet that creep, Mr. Seo immediately after that altercation. Even if you managed to strike an acceptable deal with him after a few compromises, you could practically hear Joshua silently pleading for god to just kill him with lightning right then and there.

He must've been having just as bad a day as you are.

Your domino effect of misfortune carried over until lunch time when the nearby taco joint got your order mixed up. That happens pretty often though, and on a regular day, you wouldn't have minded, but with how terrible things have gone today, you ended up breaking down in a public bathroom.

As you animatedly recount the day's events, your two boyfriends listen intently. You're completely oblivious to how they slowly and quietly eased you into a more comfortable position on the couch—your back resting against Seungcheol's chest while Jeonghan props your legs on his lap.

"It was just a shitty fucking day," you complain, tears stinging the back of your eyes. You're not sad. You just tear up very easily whenever you're too stressed for your own good. "I hated that Hannie wasn't there. I hated the commute. I hated ruining Joshua's day. And I hate Mr. Seo even if he's bringing us a ridiculous amount of profit in the next few months."

Your rant makes you sound like a kid who got denied the toy she wants at the department store, and you hold your tongue at the realization. Seungcheol shakes his head before grasping your chin with his hand, turning your head so that your eyes would meet.

"Baby, I'm sorry we weren't there for you." He wipes the moisture from your eyes before pressing a long kiss on your lips—one that you immediately melt into. When Seungcheol pulls away, you even find yourself pouting.

"Trust me, I would've filled in Jeonghan's shoes for the day if I knew his absence would take this much of a toll on you," he reassures.

Jeonghan shakes his head at your lover's admission before nuzzling the crook of your neck. "Mmm... I don't know about that, Cheol. You might make the company go under within five minutes of talking to any of our clients."

Seungcheol scowls at him, and you stifle a quiet laugh. Can't argue with that. You and Jeonghan know very well that the way Seungcheol deals with problems is a bit too...aggressive for a corporate setting. He's better off channeling all that frustration in the field.

You jolt a little when Jeonghan circles his arms around your waist, peppering your neck, jaw, and cheeks with kisses that have you laughing at his ridiculousness. He only stops when his face is directly in front of yours, and you can't help the way your heart flutters when his lips curve into a handsome smile.

"Thank you for covering for me today, princess," he breathes, nuzzling your nose with his. "I can't kiss you on the lips 'cause you might get sick, too, but I hope you know how much I love you."

"I don't mind getting your cooties," you tease before leaning closer to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I love you, too, Hannie. But god, I can't imagine how you deal with our clients firsthand. It's one thing to watch you talk to them, but it's another to be the one making the important decisions on the spot."

"And you wonder why I make so much money," he chuckles.

Behind you, Seungcheol taps your thigh to call your attention, and you glance back at him with curious eyes.

"Jeonghan said he wanted to watch a bunch of Land Before Time movies when you got home, but we haven't decided on where to have dinner delivered from yet," he explains, leaning forward to press his lips to your temple. "You got any ideas, beautiful?"

Just like that, the day's stress has gone up in smoke. Though your beloved cloud couch certainly adds a degree of comfort you direly needed, cuddling with your two boyfriends is what ultimately quells your less-than-stellar mood. Even if the stream is lagging a little, and Seungcheol is getting crumbs and grease all over the comforter...

You wouldn't have it any other way.

⟢ end notes: this ended up WAYYY longer than expected. i can't even call it a drabble anymore but bc i've been having a shitty week myself too, i had to channel that all into this lovely request that anon slid into my ask <3 i miss inflection point jeongcheol so much and writing smth fluffy abt them for a change is such a breath of fresh air HEHE i hope more of you send in prompts like this!! i enjoy cooking them up so much~

p.s. check the series masterlist here!

[linkedsoul]

HI MY FRENCHIES FROM THE 3RD CIRCUMSCRIPTION OF FRENCH PEOPLE ABROAD aka my French residents of Northern Europe and especially London: (and my English speaking followers who'd like to French elections drama)

Macron's candidate, Vincent Caure, is blatantly lying on his program about his opponent's party, the NFP, which feels very dishonest and, frankly, kind of pathetic? I know Frenchies in London voted a lot for him but PLEASE let's not let a liar get ahead of the race.

He claims the NFP - a coalition of green and leftist parties - will have Mélenchon as Prime Minister. For some reason, the French media is OBSESSED with making Mélanchon (the leader of a prominent leftist party) THE DEVIL. Look. I know some people don't like Mélenchon even on the left. But he's NOT EVEN PART OF THIS ELECTION. Besties: he's not a candidate anywhere. And even less for French people abroad. And even worse: the NFP has NEVER said who they'd send as Prime Minister if they get the majority in the assembly. This is FAKE.

He pretends French people abroad will be doubly taxed because of the NFP wants to put back the "exit tax", and that the NFP is obsessed with the universal tax (aka paying taxes for your country even when you work abroad). The exit tax is a specific tax that affects only people who own A LOT in assets. I have no idea how to even reach to that kind of criteria. I don't think neither me nor any of the French people I know in Dublin have the assets required to have to pay the exit tax. I wish I had that amount of money so I could get taxed on it! Alas, Vincent Caure and I don't live in the same world because it's not even remotely a worry for me. As for the universal tax, it's nowhere in the NFP's program so I guess they're not as obsessed with it as Vincent claim they are.

He offers to put more procedures online such as passpot renewal online whereas the NFP offers nothing. Ok slay king, then run your campaign on that instead of telling lies. Unless this is your only good point?

He claims that the NFP wants to end nuclear energy, which would make us depend on Russian gas. Nowhere is this written on the NFP program. There are only 4 mentions of the word "nuclear" in the NFP program and none of it is associated to the word "stop" or "end", half of them are not even about nuclear energy itself... I don't see where he got that from.

He does agree that the NFP wants to make railways more accessible but argue that they didn't vote for a law making mobility within France easier. Fair! He forgets to mention most of the supporters of this law were his party only and BOTH LEFT AND RIGHT voted against, citing lack of funding for this law as an issue, that the Prime Minister back then brushed away, so take that what you will. Also want to note his only point for this program is that they're going to use the funding for transport that they already have so... ok good? that's not revolutionary. That's just expected.

He also claims that:

the left is the one who led to the far right taking the lead when it's his own party who called for an election. Like. The move no one expected nor wanted except the far right. That was all Macron. That was all your party. You guys flirted so much with the far right that you led them right in, that is NOT the left's fault and even less your favorite scapegoat, Jean-Luc Mélenchon - who, I'd like to remind everyone, is not a candidate for this election oh my god shut up about Mélenchon already I don't care about Mélenchon why are you obsessed with Mélenchon

The left wants a Frexit because of their tax policies (debunked above) and nuclear energy policies (also debunked above). The left is notoriously pro-EU, his opponent is a British-French citizen who probably saw the shitshow of Brexit from the front rows. And even if the left wants to tax VERY rich people trying to avoid being taxed on their huge assets out of France (fun fact: it's for the people who try and get their assets moved to Dubai not to pay taxes on them lmao) and wanted to reduce the use of nuclear energy, that does not equate Frexit, like, I... I don't see the correlation.

The left is planning for 300 billion more expenses and intends to cover for those expenses by taxing people the most. The thing he's not saying is that they intend to tax the richest. It's the rich the target. The very VERY rich. Not you, regular French immigrant to Ireland who struggles with the cost of life in Dublin and cry for a better flat.

ALL IN ALL: Vincent Caure is a liar who ment comme un arracheur de dent et fait sa campagne dessus, ce qui est un peu dégueu.

He cries about potential taxes that would only affect a very, very tiny minority of French people who were probably trying to evade said taxes anyway and tries to frame it as "double taxing French people abroad"

The left wants to tax the rich and good for them and good for us who are not playing in the targeted tax bracket AT ALL.

Macron's party is the one who's fucked us all over; Attal is a notoriously impopular Prime Minister; they're a party for the rich (as proven above by trying to act as if a tax on the rich was gonna be a double tax for everyone like... lmao how out of touch are you) and love to frame themselves as the only right solution QUAND C'EST EUX QUI NOUS ONT MIS DANS LA MERDE

As with the rest of his party, he's obsessed with Mélenchon, who has nothing to do with this specific election since the opposition is initially from the Green Party.

SVP SI VOUS ÊTES DANS LA 3E CIRCONSCRIPTION DES FRANÇAIS À L'ÉTRANGER, VOTEZ CHARLOTTE MINVIELLE AU MOINS POUR NE PAS ÊTRE REPRÉSENTÉ PAR UN CANDIDAT QUI VOUS MENT SANS HONTE POUR AVOIR DES VOTES

and for my English speaking friends: please pray for us all (at least here the far right is not gonna pass but I'd rather not have such a liar for deputee please and thank you)

ET COMME TOUJOURS, ON EMMERDE LE FRONT NATIONAL!

[pearblossomrain]

summarizing my home country's gp for myself:

● SIGNIFICANTLY more boring than baku 😭😭

● kmag returned but we did not get terror out of the track terrorist man. horrible!

● man i don't even know what vcarb is smoking bc softs?? halfway through?? speaking of softs why'd mercedes start hamilton on softs too that's 💀💀

● holy shit are we actually losing ricciardo??? red bull owes the man flowers and a fruit basket (if they aren't giving him the seat) for keeping norris from fastest lap ngl

● massive congrats to liam lawson though cos he does deserve it after his last year's performance and they've benched him long enough but ofc it's sad for ricciardo esp for someone who's been racing for so long (minus his break)

● not great from ferrari overall but that's on their quali tbh cos the recovery from that shitshow wasn't bad really and they were smart with pitting sainz early but i believe they're incapable of having 2 good strats....

● that's another mclaren double podium but i have to say that giant chrome logo is incredibly ugly 😭

● kind of surprised verstappen kept his red bull in 2nd? maybe the rb garage finally got their shit together! or maybe not cos its a miracle perez managed to end up within the points tbh...

● honestly INSANE defending from hulkenburg someone give that man minister of defence rn i feel like he did nothing but keep cars behind him, which unlucky for leclerc cos he was behind him AND alonso which is like 2 steel walls atp.

● that colapinto bit at the start was magnificent tbh i didn't see it until later but hell yeah that's the idgaf energy i want from someone who doesn't have a seat next year!

● idk what the hell happened with albon's car and why he retired i'm gonna have to go check but damn that's unlucky...

● seriously just bad luck for leclerc all around cos his times were good and he overtook quite a few times but he was against some ministers of defence today i fear 💀

● PLS DONT STOP THE COMMUNITY SERVICE JOKES THEY'RE SENDING ME INTO ORBITTT

● no safety car?? in SINGAPORE?? im throwing tomatoes out my window in the vague direction of the marina bay circuit rn 🍅🍅

side note: it's hilarious as a sgrean to watch the gp bc these are the same roads my slow ass bus takes every week.

side note 2: welcome back britney to the commentary! also when kimi appeared i said "omg my son" and my friend asked "ollie?" and i had to be like "...no my other son" 😭

side note 3: it's like barely 18 hours after the race as i type this and i just saw them dismantle the barriers with my own 2 eyes from the double decker bus?? damn that's FAST??

[marcusrashforddefender]

Ik y’all follow me to hear me yap about soccer (or football wtv tickles ur pickle), but I’m sad rn

I’m sure a lot of people seeing this election from overseas are laughing at the stupidity of it (rightfully so, this is a shitshow).

But as a woman of color in Texas (easily one of the most conservative states in the country), I truly am so afraid.

People in Texas, and in my town specifically, tend to be very Christian. And I just cannot wrap my head around why they are voting for that saggy orange piece of shit. He does not believe in God, he is not a Christian, and he has expressed this so many times. He simply knows how to appeal to ultra-conservative Christian voters.

America is a country founded on the separation of church and state. You have the right to publicly practice your religion. If abortion and birth control are against your faith, you have every right to refuse both. Don’t tell other people what to believe in.

People here are not voting for Trump, they are voting red. When they see Trump, they don’t see his policies, they don’t see his character, they simply see his party.

Also! Donald Trump is a fucking billionaire. He does not care about the middle class. He does not care about you. He wants money and he wants power. He doesn't even believe in half the things he preaches about, he says it to get votes.

[dragon-communion]

Okay so. Not to toot my own horn, but I am generally really good at lore and fleshing things out and stitching plot holes together. Maybe I just need to actually beat Mohg and play the DLC, but like. My favorite thing to read and write is high fantasy politics, okay. I love succession complications and noble infighting and the conflict between hubris and actual resource management. I've had way too much fun arguing with myself about the logistics of Malenia's march to Caelid. I read pre-Byzantine legal documents for fun.

So.

Miquella's decisions for the DLC are so ass backwards to me that I am chewing on the goddamn walls. I'm not even getting into the character decisions (though those are also baffling), but the logistics of it. Necromancy is cool, go for it, but in terms of how he's using propaganda and his resources in general?

Miquella. Sweetheart. Where's your fucking regent. There are still pilgrims coming to the Haligtree. Your sister was going to war. Who's in charge when you're gone, Loretta??? What's the chain of command?

I will hold back on my rant about food because this is a videogame, but also. He's running a city-state at the edge of the goddamn arctic, where's the farms, did he just plan on growing hundreds of thousands of grains of wheat from his own head or something?

The lordship thing. Ranni makes it clear that she doesn't need or want a lord, so we can assume her apotheosis does not require one. Marika has two lords- Godfrey, who is being chewed on by the leader of all beasts to restrain his bloodlust, and Radagon, who is part of her in one way or another. We also have another textual Elden Lord before them, Placidusax, who seems to have been intersex but that's really the only note I have.

So all of the true Elden Lords in game have something a little odd about them, but between the three of them (and us) there's no true pattern beyond "armed and dangerous". And, as stated, Ranni seems convinced she can do her business without any lord at all.

So with four Elden Lords to compare against, the whole vessel thing has to be a lie. It's unnecessary. Hell, he could've picked Leda and had done with it, she fits the Red King archetype just as well as his other options.

I can see Miquella wanting to cover his bases by making sure he has a lord so the godhood thing works- he's probably more worried about his curse getting in the way than Ranni is- but like. Unless he's so immature that he's unable to adapt his plans and insists on marrying for love, the shitshow with nuking Radahn and seducing Mohg just does NOT add up.

With all the resistance Radahn put up, sacrificing soldiers and forcing Malenia to bloom, I cannot believe he was willing by the end of things. And if Mohg has the perfect body for pandering to the preferences of the country Miquella wants to rule, why not just stick with that?

I am. Really frustrated. It is very difficult to apply logic to this when his very actions counter every reason I come up with. We could handwave it as him being a child but... that feels really cheap and somewhat unsupported by the fact that he was clever enough to figure out exorcising gods. I don't know.

[icescrabblerjerky]

I am literally champing at the bit and screaming at how little actual Americans understand their legal system. And their political system. For the love of everything that is holy please look up what a public prosecutor does. Please look up WHY THEY HAVE TO DO IT IN YOUR SHITSHOW THAT IS A LEGAL SYSTEM. Please just have some fucking BASIC KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR OWN POLITICS jesus fucking CHRIST I live in a DIFFERENT COUNTRY and I KNOW MORE ABOUT YOUR STUPID SHIT THAN YOU DO.

YES IT IS STUPID. BUT KNOW IT. KNOW IT BECAUSE YOU LIVE IN IT. GODDAMN.

[chryza]

Presidential debate SICK ASS REACTIONS.

“The microphones will only be turned on during their turn to speak” thank the lord they finally learned

“VP Harris you and President Trump (sic.) were elected four years ago” I hope to god that it was a slip and not an omen.

Harris coming right out and attacking project 2025 is pretty pog anyway I hope she kills him. I’m still skeptical about her in a lot of ways and I’m not a fan of the continuing imperialist military industrial complex ie genocide. but fuck me she’s not a raving lunatic or a decrepit dude with dementia so like. Fuck man I’ll take it.

he keeps saying “as she knows” to try and ruin her credibility which might be effective if he didn’t immediately then verbally veer off the road and crash into a tree

WHY DID THEY TURN HIS MICROPHONE ON. THEY SHOULD HAVE JUST LET HIM FUCKING TALK TO AN EMPTY STUDIO IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO FUNNY.

I hope Kamala kills him. I’m obsessed with the way she keeps laughing at him. KILL HIM.

“She’s a marxist” this is the only time in my life I wish trump was right I fucking wish Kamala Harris was that cool.

[on abortion] “When the baby is born they will decide what to do with the baby and they will EXECUTE the baby” i don’t even have a quip to add the quote speaks for itself

Live Kamala Reaction your opponent just said Tim Walz wants to “Execute Babies”

The MODERATOR being like “there is no state where it’s legal to kill a baby after it’s born” is KILLING ME

Harris does sound legitimately incensed about abortion rights which is a massive W for her, I fully believe she would crack down on restrictions to women’s healthcare

Harris “I invite you to attend one of trump’s rallies and what you’ll hear is him talking about fictional characters like Hannibal Lector, how windmills cause cancer, and you’ll see people leaving early out of exhaustion and boredom” YES. BLOOD. BLOOD.

SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT SHE WAS DOING HE IS NOW SOOOO MAD SHE IMPLIED PEOPLE WERE BORED OF HIM AAAAAAHAHAHA I AM MAKING TRIXIE MATTEL SEAGULL NOISES RN

Shown: watching Trump take the bait hook line and sinker

My mom sent me memes so I knew about this beforehand but

“THEYRE EATING THE PETS OF THE PEOPLE OF OUR COUNTRY”

*further trixie bird noises*

[Harris] “This is why I have the endorsement of former Vice President Dick Cheney” that’s NOT A GOOD THINGGGGG I don’t know if it’s like trying to be bipartisan but girl this is NOT the way

I need them to stop turning on Trumps microphone. Just leave it off

I TOOK A BULLET TO THE HEAD BECAUSE OF THEM

KAMALA I SUPPORT FRACKING HARRIS EVERYONE

WHAT ARE WE EVEN TALKING ABOUT ANYMOREEEE THIS IS SUCH A SHITSHOW

“Strength as a leader is not about beating people down it’s about lifting people up” Bold words from a woman who is actively delighting in mocking her opponent, to be clear I think it is an objectively good thing, I simply think this is a hilarious thing to say ten minutes post Live Kamala Reaction

“NOW SHE WANTS TO DO TRANSGENDER OPERATIONS ON ILLEGAL ALIENS IN PRISON”

Most of what trump says is just bloviating nonsense but I am noticing that Kamala Harris is very good at making her words sound nice while not actually saying much of substance. This is not a specific indictment against her because it’s a very Politician thing, but she isn’t actually saying much here.

[moderator] So do you acknowledge now that you lost the 2020 election

[trump] No it was obviously sarcasm

[moderator] I did watch all of the videos where you said that and I didn’t detect the sarcasm.

Trump, on Biden: I’ll let you in on a little secret, [Biden] hates her *pointing to Harris*

Okay so Harris is a proponent of a two-state solution for Israel and Palestine and is opposed to civilian mass-murder. I don’t even know how to begin to touch that with a ten foot pole and the whole situation feels so confusing to me in general. Overall she seems Anti-Civilians-Being-Slaughtered in the name of self-defense but then in the same breath assures that Israel needs support to defend itself from Iran so. Wow sounds like a whole mess of colonization practices that have deliberately destabilized a region that can’t easily be nuanced in a single answer

[Trump] “If she becomes President Israel won’t exist within two years” God I wish Harris was half as cool as he makes her out to be.

“I WOULD GET [PUTIN AND ZELENSKY] ON THE PHONE AND GET THE WHOLE THING SETTLED.”

Kamala Harris PUTIN WOULD EAT TRUMP FOR LUNCH put that on a check and take it to the bank I love national television

I love Harris essentially dishing the hot goss on Trump negotiating with the Taliban. Is this the platform to do it? No. But this is practically kayfabe at this point anyway. Do I even care

What a shitshow. Harris has zero high horse here, she refused to answer basic questions about position in an attempt to remain bipartisan, Trump endlessly blathered about nonsense. Kamala Harris won the debate, but to be frank, trump could lose to a mildly literate dog.

[drwernicke]

I started writing about Miles' feelings in this one-sided camerashipping AU where he's living with the Parks, but then I decided to explore Waylon's side of things as well, and it turned into something like a fic. So uh. I'll just put it down here?

_______________________________________ Miles feels like… what the fuck even is he anymore? Undead? He's a monster, certainly, and that monstrosity is useful, but he feels like a strange warped, mockery of his former self. There's a power in hosting the Walrider, but it comes at the cost of his humanity and he knows he's frightening to Waylon. He's always told himself he doesn't need anyone else, and bringing down Murkoff is what matters, but now that's what he's been locked into, there are no other options /at all/. It's what he's wanted, isn't it? He does want it. But he's also been through something he can't even begin to process, and being the Walrider's host is deeply violating on even the cellular level. But he's not allowed to process that either, because where does that lead? He can't stop it. He shouldn't even want to stop it. He's always been fine alone, he shouldn't want company now.

But still human or not, trauma is a powerful neurochemical. Waylon is the only other man who's been through the same hell, and he's also risked everything he has to bring down Murkoff. They're aligned in their goals and were both willing to risk everything. And Waylon's still human, he has a family who loves him. Miles isn't jealous, but it also drives home how definitively, unchangeably isolated he is now. He's never really been able to connect even with any of the men he'd dated in the past, simply because they weren't ever 100% politically aligned with him, or he found something about them offputting, they were too superficial, etc. Maybe he was making excuses because life was easier alone, and nobody would care about the world like he does. About the things he fucking gives a shit about, like children in third world countries not dying of dehydration. Too bad fucking Brad wanted to talk forever about the shitty coffee at 7/11 instead.

Miles knows he should be grateful for what he's become. But there's so much he misses, now that he can't have it ever -- and he supposes that at least shows he still has a human mind in some way, weak and stupid and flawed. If he's never wanted it, why does he mourn it now? Why does it feel like every time Waylon is kind to him, that his sanity is teetering on the edge of some awful precipice overlooking some awful abyss, at the bottom of which rests a beast known as resentment and violence?

Maybe he's taking everything he can't have, can no longer have, and projecting it on Waylon as a symbol for it all. But there had been a few moments in hell itself, perhaps in the administration block, when he'd wondered what their lives would be like if they survived this nightmare together. There's things you can't go through without it changing you fundamentally from the ground up, and then whether you want it or not, you're entangled with whoever else went through the meat grinder with you, like quantum states. Waylon has more commitment to setting right what he can of the world than any man Miles had ever been with. But Waylon Park is fucking alive, and Miles Upshur is a rotting corpse of a man held upright by a murderous nanohazard.

And the fucking punchline to the whole shitshow: Waylon Park has a wife, and two kids, and there was something comical in that the first crack in Miles' sense of self would be to latch onto a married man. He can tell Waylon's kindness is strained. And why the fuck wouldn't it be? He has a dead man living in his house, and that dead man is a weapon. You show kindness to the weapon, because you don't know if it'll kill you, or worse, make you feel guilty for indirectly killing what it was in the first place.

Most nights, Miles drinks enough coffee it would give him a heart attack if he still had a working heart, because he doesn't trust himself with REM sleep. _______________________________________

Not everyone goes through hell and brings the devil home.

It's not a kind thought, and Waylon hates it, but there's always a kernel of truth at the core of the operating system. Or something like that. Miles Upshur is great company, and most days, Waylon doesn't even think about the fact he's living with the Parks for their own protection. That feels reductive; Miles is far more than that. If it weren't for Miles, Waylon would have never returned to Lisa's arms, bloodied and broken, but whole. But this isn't just about what Miles has done for him, or what he can do for them. If it weren't for Waylon, Miles would have never ended up in Mount Massive. If it weren't for Waylon, Miles would still have his fingers. He does complain about it so often, always in the tones of gallows humor, but Waylon knows there's a deep hurt behind it.

If it weren't for Waylon, Miles would have never become the host.

But this isn't about gratitude or guilt. Miles is genuinely great to have around; he cooks breakfast sometimes. He walks around singing along badly to Madonna, the B-52's. He gets along great with the kids. He's shit at Mario Kart, but so is Waylon. When he, Waylon, and Lisa work together, compile notes and liaise and network with other anti-Murkoff operatives, Miles is efficient and determined on a level that inspires Waylon. He cracks jokes, he rips people to shreds, and it makes Waylon and Lisa laugh. He makes Waylon type up the reports because it takes him forever, and Waylon does so, guilt heavy in his heart.

But this isn't all about guilt.

Miles encourages him through his rehabilitation, as Waylon slowly gains sensation and stability in his leg. Miles likes shitty beer, and Waylon's learned not to complain too much about it. Sometimes--many sometimes--Miles screams in his sleep. The boys have learned to expect it. There's nothing conventional about their childhood, not anymore.

Waylon has learned not to look at Miles through the night vision of a camera.

When Simon Peacock emails them warnings of potential intruders, Miles stays watch like a guard hound, sipping another one of his shitty Pabst Blue Ribbons. On one of those nights, there are terrible screams, but they're not from Miles.

In his dreams, Waylon hears Lisa screaming, his boys, and finally, himself.

They are mutinous dreams. But more mutinous is the waking thought that Miles sometimes lingers in his presence. He always looks away when Waylon looks, and it makes Waylon wonders if he's accidentally fostering something far worse than a monster. But Waylon knows he has his own trauma to work though; he sees attraction where there is none, and wouldn't it make sense to fear something that already elicits fear in most?

Someone. Not something.

There was the time his eldest had cut his hand playing, and Waylon had been so afraid of what in the air could seep into his blood.

He worries himself sick about Lisa. All those phantom pregnancies.

In the early morning, Miles is painstakingly typing away on his laptop, seated at the breakfast table. The sun's rising, warm golden light streaming in through the windows, and Waylon has no doubt Miles has been up all night; the scent of coffee hangs heavy in the air. Waylon wonders if Miles needs, or even wants, to sleep anymore.

Waylon doesn't know what Miles is, aside from on a purely codified level. He doesn't know what Miles wants, aside from on a purely ideological level.

He pours himself a cup of coffee, and wonders what he's breathing in.

[redwayfarers]

enter - for the single-word fic prompt!

hello! sorry for being a wee bit late, but here is the fic for the prompt :> it's a part 2 to my bridgerton au for nika and artoirel, but you don't need to have read part 1. just know this is a retelling of season 1 and that artoirel is simon and nika is daphne.

bridgerton au 2 - 10 things i hate about you (affectionate)

fandom: ffxiv characters: artoirel de fortemps, nika perseis (wol), thancred waters, minfilia warde, mina fiore, lucretia fiore ship: nika/artoirel, nika/minfilia rating: gen words: 1926 divider by @saradika

Nika wants to die. 

It’s not even that much of an exaggeration. His mother sits there, in a glorious, pink dress, and Lucretia stands by her side, in cavalier uniform, all handsome and tall; Artoirel approaches with a little box in his hand, and with a voice that’s as serious as it is hot, announces his intention to ask for Nika’s hand in marriage. 

Now, it’s a fucking farce, and his moms know it, but nevertheless, Nika’s throat is oddly tight and he’s struggling to not tear the cravat off and running away to avoid having to watch this– shitshow of a fake proposal. It doesn’t mean shit. It’s a performance, and Artoirel’s doing an amazing job of making it seem real, but it’s all fluff, there’s no substance to it. 

So why is his face burning up? 

“We should ask him, Lord Fortemps,” his mother says cheekily and turns to face him. Nika wants to strangle her. “Nika, do you want to marry this man?” 

“We talked about this–” Nika bites out, clicking his fingers. “This isn’t a real proposal. We’re not seriously about to march down into a church to get married. This is a farce, a charade, not a real thing, I hope this is clear to everyone here, right?” 

“Entirely, Nika,” Artoirel says. “But there are certain rituals that must be observed regardless, if only for the authenticity of our fraud. Should anyone ask, I did come and ask for your hand in marriage and your mothers can confirm.” 

Nika takes a deep breath. Lucretia barely contains a laugh. “Fine. I do want to marry this man.” If anything, he gets to walk around with a handsome man for a few months and then break it off and go play music without interruptions again. “Let’s get this over with.” 

“You have our blessings, sir,” Lucretia says. “This reminds me of when I proposed to Mina! How romantic!”

Both Nika and Artoirel look at her at that. Artoirel’s somewhat red in the face, which Nika safely avoided due to the complexion of his skin, but it doesn’t mean his ears aren’t burning up. 

“Excuse me, sir Lucretia, there is nothing romantic about this arrangement between your son and I –” 

Nika sighs, rubbing his face. “Just put that fucking finger on me and we can all go about our day.” 

Artoirel opens the dark, satin box, pulls out a diamond ring and puts it on Nika’s finger. His hands are steady - almost forcefully so - and his fingers long and thin. For a moment their eyes meet. Artoirel’s so much taller than him that Nika has to look up, and when he does, he notices that the dark blue of Artoirel’s hair goes against the sunrise painted on the wall behind him. Their fingers are still joined together. 

He clears his throat and they separate. Lucretia runs a hand through her hair and smiles. Nika glares at her. 

And just like that, he’s now spoken for. 

It would’ve been easier if he found someone a touch.. Uglier, though. At least mamas are at bay now. 

**

Artoirel wants to die. 

That, admittedly, is a hyperbolic statement. But he certainly doesn’t want to be alive in situations that make his face burn like a fireplace and that leave him open for scorn and worse yet, tease! He had not thought this plan through in the slightest, and he now deeply desires to claw something. Unfortunately, the parks are a property of the state and his desires are unsightly, so he simply has to endure. 

It turns out enduring is a rather difficult endeavor when one’s engaged to the brightest young musician in the country. Sir Lucretia’s teasing comments aside, Artoirel can see the many benefits of the arrangement he and Nika formed in retaliation to the frustrating existence as members of the nobility, and in particular its demands for matrimony. He recalls how distant his parents were when his mother was alive; for a long time, he’d hoped he too would exist alongside his wife in a similar way, distant, half-way annoyed, cold. And while far from ideal, it was tolerable, as a thought and a possibility. Maybe even in reality. 

Yet now, when he walks in the park with Nika’s hand under his arm, their new engagement rings glistening in the sun, he feels anything but cold and distant. He’s all too aware of the press of their bodies, the way they’ve slowly fallen into the same rhythm of walking. When he looks in Nika’s direction, he’s hopelessly caught in the sunlight shining on his dark hair and the line of his nose and its round tip. 

Sometimes, he watches Nika’s lips move and the bobbling of his throat. Other times, he watches the arch of his brow and the hard stare in his eyes. Artoirel hates it as much as he does, truthfully. Nikita Perseis is vain, arrogant, rude, self-absorbed. Artoirel himself may not be much better in his eyes, but it’s hardly relevant. As Nika himself had said earlier that morning, they weren’t about to go to a church. 

This charade will have been over long before a church is even considered. And yet, he can’t help but wonder. He can’t help but think if Nika would be as radiant there, as bright as all the saints on stained glass windows. 

“You’re looking at me,” Nika says. His voice sounds strange, half-way between a strangled fondness and an angry rasp. 

“Am I not allowed to, my lord?” Artoirel lifts his head. “Remember to keep up this… Farce of ours. You could try and smile. The papers seem to think you have an awfully charming one.” 

“You mean that gossipy one everyone’s afraid of? The one who calls everyone out on their bullshit?” 

“I would say it spreads half-truths, but yes. Mind your language as well.”

Nika stops and looks up. “How about you get out of the fucking clouds for once? As soon as you do that, I may consider minding my language. Until then, fuck you.”

Artoirel lifts an eyebrow. “Do you want me to slouch for you? That is hardly good for my back, you see. Halone made the call for me when I was but a babe, after all.”

Nika stares. He then laughs raspily and digs his fingers in Artoirel’s arm. “I hate you so much, you asshat,” he says. It’s in that strange tone again, one that Artoirel wants to prod and study. 

A couple passes them by. A white-haired hyur man with purple marks on his neck and a blonde, hyur woman dressed in pink. It strikes him a moment too late who they are; Nika’s scowl has dropped and he looks wistful, almost sad. 

It is no secret that Sir Thancred Waters used to be one of Nika’s close friends. A fellow musician, their friendship bloomed until Nika was invited to play in court. Few know the details of the story, but Viscountess Whispers - the paper that, as Nika had said, “calls out everyone’s bullshit” - had her guesses when the fallout occurred. All of them were tied to the woman by Sir Waters’ side, Lady Minfilia Warde. 

Neither Thancred nor Nika made any comments. 

“Good day, my lords,” Lady Minfilia intones. Nika and Artoirel both turn to look at her. “I heard news of your engagement - my sincerest congratulations. I hope you have a wonderful life together.” 

“Indeed,” Sir Waters says, much less happily. 

“I’m sure the best you hope for me is to fall off a cliff, Thancred,” Nika replies. “No such luck, I’m afraid. As for you, Minfi– Lady Warde, I…” He swallows and looks away. He then looks at her with a strange look. “I suppose I should say thank you. I’m glad you didn’t wish me happiness of all things.” 

Minfilia gives a sad smile. “Your happiness is not mine to give,” she says softly. Nika takes a deep breath. 

“Our thanks, sir and lady,” Artoirel says. Nika looks at him gratefully. “Unfortunately, we must be on our way. Will you be in attendance at Lord Leveilleur’s ball tonight?” 

“I have prior obligations, alas,” Thancred replies. “But do give little Alphinaud my greetings, yes? It’s been a long time since I last had a chance to see him.” 

“And you, my lady?” 

Nika squeezes Artoirel’s arm. “Let’s go,” he whispers furiously. Artoirel ignores him. 

“I might attend, should my duties allow,” she says. “But do not let us keep you! Please, enjoy the rest of your day!” 

Nika’s lips are a thin line by the time they finally turn and leave. He relaxes them and closes his eyes. He looks visibly distressed. 

“Nika?” Artoirel reaches out a hand.

“Of all the people to run into, for fuck’s sake,” Nika hisses. “Not them. Not today. Not– Not them.”

“What happened between the three of you?” Artoirel asks, cautiously. He shouldn’t care, not really. Halone knows Nika wouldn’t care for him. And yet, here, in the watchful eye of the world, he feels the need to put a hand around the man he is betrothed to and banish that expression from his face. And he would be justified in doing so. It would only  strengthen the act. 

But there is too much truth in that to be an act. And that is frightening. 

“I loved her,” Nika says, after a while. “And Thancred is a piece of shit.” 

Artoirel puts a hand on Nika’s. It’s warm and sweaty, yet he lifts it up and places a gentle kiss on his knuckles. 

Nika goes still. His eyes don’t stray from Artoirel’s. Artoirel feels his face burn. 

“Let’s walk,” he suggests. Nika desperately nods. The rest of their walk goes in silence.

This is entirely acceptable behavior from people who are to be wed, after all. 

**

Dear reader, 

The season is off to a marvelous start! Many a couple graces the well-worn paths of our parks and our streets; a striking presence each, if only by the love that seems to gently whirl around in the air this time of year. Few, however, are as remarkable as Count de Fortemps and Lord Perseis. It is indeed rather strange, for this author could’ve sworn that mere months ago, the dear count was swearing he would never wed, on the pain of death, yet here he is, walking with the dashing new star of the court! 

As for Lord Perseis, he too has expressed little interest in settling down. His rise to fame is well underway, and as one is told, he will suffer no detours nor distractions on his path to becoming a name in the history of our great nation of Ishgard. Even he fell under the gentle charms of Count de Fortemps. The gentle kiss to his hand is apparently all that was required for a musician whose social graces have suffered greatly for his artistry to fall in love! 

And who knows! Maybe the next composition that graces the royal court will be a ballad for all those who will stand before Halone before long, prompted by the sincere desires of the heart, and hopefully not the desires of the flesh. How disgraceful would it be if the flesh took precedence! This author hopes it does not leave the ruins as tragic as those of the relations between Sir Waters, Lord Perseis and Lady Warde. Those were truly dark days for our blessed nation. Mayhaps joy will be found in the halls of Lord Leveilleur’s mansion tonight? This author is dying to know.

Viscountess Whispers

[smolsleepyfox]

I found this in my drafts so enjoy my bitching about the absolute shitshow my first intercontinental flight turned into.

Travelers: smolsleepyfox + mother who doesn't speak a lot of English

The inbound journey: train to Frankfurt > flight to LA (Condor) > ~two hours transit time > flight to Honolulu (Hawaiian)

Estimated travel time: 24 hours

What actually happened: The ICE was late, of course, but we had more than enough buffer regardless. The plane was announced as 45 minutes delayed due to a delayed arrival. Okay, not fun, but doable.

We eventually started with a delay of 1h 40. Refer to the transit time stated above.

The flight itself was cool, I really liked the 3D earth model with our route showing all sorts of background info on sights we were passing. I saw Iceland and the Faroe islands for the first time, and some of Greenland, the Great Salt Lake and Nevada. (Why is the US so big and empty in the middle, it was kind of freaky??)

Anyway. We arrived with a delay of 1h 20 and hastened to get to the connection. As travellers entering the country we had to get our bags and then check them in again when we were connecting, so we did just that.

Mistake.

Because when we made it to the check-in counter of Hawaiian Airlines they told us we'd been rebooked to a different flight with an entirely different airline. At 7am the next day.

Apparently Condor thought we wouldn't make the connection and changed our booking. The very sweet lady at the counter wrote down the flight number for the new booking, and recommended we go ask our original airline to get us a hotel because by that time it was 7pm and we'd been up for about 24 hours.

Guess who does not work anymore at 7pm?

If you guessed Condor's customer service desk, you get a point. What followed should be familiar to people who watched Asterix conquers Rome. I probably spoke to everyone wearing some sort of uniform in the entire building. Turns out social anxiety is only a problem until your stress level hits the roof. And after all of that didn't even work, we got a SMS with a hotel booking and food vouchers.

Note that by that point, we'd been running around for nearly three hours and there's still no information the new flight booking even exists. We have no boarding passes, not even an email saying we got rebooked in the first place, just a hand-written flight number.

To be fair the hotel was extremely nice. There even was a pool in the courtyard - which we couldn't use because as I mentioned we'd checked in our luggage. We didn't even have a toothbrush. Regardless, half of the vouchers were spent on dinner that I thought was stupid expensive (but hey not my money!).

Next morning while waiting in line to get our boarding passes I talked to a dude from Cincinnati checking in a very friendly black Labrador Retriever. I told him I'd love to see the Great Lakes sometime and he said he has a friend who went to Germany with his athletics team and it sounded very fun. I told him we have a lot of big funky churches and he seemed to appreciate it. We also spent the other half of the vouchers on Starbucks.

We did make it to Honolulu airport. Our bags did not. The day before, they'd told us that they'd either transfer our luggage to the new airline, or they'd just put it on their flight to Honolulu that leaves the same time. We waited at the baggage claim for our flight. The conveyor belt was blocked by a large box for like ten minutes. No luggage. We have no flight number for the other Hawaiian flight and none of the screens even show that that plane exists, let alone is supposed to arrive in the span of the next two hours.

After asking five different people and my mom running off on her own, we manage to get to Hawaiian's baggage service desk and one of the crew wanders off with our receipts to take a look. He returns after 30 minutes with a cart. I didn't ask where the hell he found our stuff. He was probably a wizard.

We still don't have a confirmation we ever got rebooked.

---

This is where I left off, thinking we'd finished the Odyssey. Guess the fuck what! We had not!

We spent a lovely two weeks on O'ahu of which I was sick for most of the first (I blame the AC). Our flight back was at 7.25am.

The plan was for us to go to LA together, where I'd put my mom on a flight back (Condor again) and for me to spend two more weeks in LA. We arrived around 5am because we're German and that's the bare minimum of buffer. Online check-in somehow didn't work for the Honolulu-LA leg but did work for the LA-Frankfurt leg. So we get to the airport, try the kiosks. No luck there either. Go to the customer service counter.

The poor man took about five minutes looking between his PC and our passports before telling us he had to check something and wandering off for a solid twenty minutes. That can't be a good sign.

He returns. My mom's ticket doesn't exist.

What do you mean her ticket doesn't exist, I ask, wondering if I've lost the ability to speak English.

Apparently when Condor rebooked us on the inbound flight, they accidentally canceled both Hawaiian airlines reservations for my mom. So now we have an hour left and my mom doesn't have a ticket and a flight to catch.

Booking another ticket for this specific flight is 2800$ - even if we were willing to pay that (we were not) that is very much above my credit card's limit. The man, who clearly feels bad for us, advises me to call Condor directly.

I genuinely don't want to think about how much money I paid calling the hotline. The entire thing was a disaster - I have auditory processing disorder, it was loud as fuck in the airport and the man on the other end had an accent. At first I gave him the wrong booking number (mine instead of my mom's), then he misunderstood and thought our inbound flights were with Lufthansa so Not His Job. He eventually promised to reinstate the ticket so we should wait a few minutes and return to the check-in. At check-in the tickets did not show up, so I call them back and ask for the ticket numbers to double-check.

Having a pacing man at the airport yell into his phone in German probably fulfills some kind of stereotype.

We went outside so my mom could have a smoke break and I avoided having a meltdown with the help of a soggy Nutella bread, since I hadn't even had breakfast at that point.

At this point, we've missed our flight, meaning my ticket has lost its validity as well. Stakes are high.

The few minutes were apparently enough for the system to catch up though, because when we got back to the check in counter, a very nice lady told us that while it wasn't Hawaiian Airlines' responsibility, they offered a complementary rebooking to a later flight. They wouldn't be able to guarantee we got on if it was full, but chances were good. Very stressful 40 minutes until we were called up by a guy my age who apologized for not knowing how to pronounce our last name.

But wait - my mom had a flight to catch. The stopover time by that point had shrunken to an hour... And our plane was delayed. In all fairness, the cabin crew was lovely, they offered all passengers with connecting flights to get off the plane first, just grab our stuff and run. Which is what we did, running up to the gate and asking if boarding is still ongoing like we were being chased by the mob. This flight was also delayed and I think the stewardess was concerned for us.

But hey, at least my mom made it home. Just to put the cherry on top though, my mom's luggage arrived in Germany five days later.

My own flight from LA to Frankfurt was luckily completely unremarkable. Never again.

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

It really does make me wonder....

Chris doing this interview pre strike action and looking healthy right around the time we last had break up rumours

And then his deactivation to try to escape from this mess....

None of the bigger named have been seen at the strikes

Makes you wonder why? Perhaps they are being prevented somehow?

Tin hat:

If we know that this isn't who Chris really is, and all of his major star friends have shown themselves lately to be in "support" of him to be able to show everyone what a shitshow it really is in trying to undermine a man whose last name literally means "Liberty for my country"

Makes you wonder who would want to do it to him and everyone else, doesn't it?

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[crechi]

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―人生そのものに関するメモ　【Personal Journal】

One-shots for my OCs:

• sleep-laced tears｡soft angst；soul monitor

• time was sweet to us, today｡bullet-train type angst；tied to death

• M｡O｡S｡ getting bullied；soul monitor

𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

• struggling empath v. reader(v tiny)

• to take comfort in mortality

𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 + 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

• cauterization carnival

• getting attached: a speedrun[x reader]: ver. 01 ; ver. 02

• what is yours, was always mine；x reader [major toxic relationship warning]

• ♥

~*c: my personal clusterfuck ‹ß

♥𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒♠

🂠🂡...ᵐᵃⁿ. ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᶜˡᵘᵇˢ ˢᵒ ᵇᵃᵈ. :[

𝟶𝟶𝟷: :] = [Hi hi! My name's crechi! it's good to know you're here, now we can get to the fun part of the act! Ooh, we're gonna have such a good time together!]

pronouns n' shit

僕の三人称代名詞と諧謔〜

🂠🃑ᶠᴵˡᵗʰʸ wₐⁿdˢ, ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑!

𝟶𝟶𝟸: ¶: = ｛Greetings, patron! You can call me Mentally̷̡̠̝̦̜̣̲̟̔̓́̓̔̊̑�̷̬͉̤͑̋̄͝�̴̰̤̰͉̤̖̒̇̈́̉́̚̚͜�̴̡̗͎̝̼̥̹̯̫̐̆͋͒̓̀̅͘ͅ�̷̡̠̝̦̜̣̲̟̔̓́̓̔̊̑�! It's always lovely to see a new face. Why don't you stay a while? I can guarantee you it'll be fun⁓｝

🂠🃁ᵒᵘʰ! ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵖᵃʳᵏˡᵉ ᵇᵒʸ!

𝟶𝟶𝟸-𝚊: :} = 〔My name is ̷̡̠̝̦̜̣̲̟̔̓́̓̔̊̑�̷̬͉̤͑̋̄͝�̴̰̤̰͉̤̖̒̇̈́̉́̚̚͜�̴̡̗͎̝̼̥̹̯̫̐̆͋͒̓̀̅͘ͅ�̷̡̠̝̦̜̣̲̟̔̓́̓̔̊̑�̷̬͉̤͑̋̄͝�̴̰̤̰͉̤̖̒̇̈́̉́̚̚͜�̴̡̗͎̝̼̥̹̯̫̐̆͋͒̓̀̅͘ͅ�Blind. Don't worry too much about me. I'm not supposed to be here⁓ Shh! Don't tell the others!〕

pronouns page: null{unfinished}

🂠🂱ᶜˡⁱᶜʰᵉ ᵇᵘˡˡˢʰⁱᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ!ᴵ'ˡˡ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ʷ/ ⁱᵗ

𝟶𝟶𝟹: :/ = ⟨I'm Syva. Welcome. Don't mind the other two ‹three-ish›. They're,,, chill. Sure. Trust me. _`~ Rest with us a while. Please. You know you wanna~_＿You know you should.⟩

pronouns page: null⟨it's hard when your answer to everything is ❝uh huh, sure❞⟩

𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝘾𝙄𝙍𝘾𝙐𝙎 𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙎 [𝘿𝙉𝙄 𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝘿𝙎]:

× ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴘʜᴏʙᴇꜱ

× ʜᴏᴍᴏᴘʜᴏʙᴇꜱ

× ʀᴀᴄɪꜱᴛꜱ

× ᴀʙʟᴇɪꜱᴛꜱ[ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅɪꜱᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ]

× ʙᴏᴅʏ-ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇʀꜱ

× ᴀɴᴛɪ-ᴠᴀxxᴇʀꜱ

× ᴀɴᴛɪ-ᴀʙᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇʀꜱ

× ᴀɴᴛɪꜰᴜʀʀɪᴇꜱ

× ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇʀꜱ

× ᴋɪɴᴋ ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇʀꜱ

× ᴀɪ ᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇʀꜱ/ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛꜱ

× ꜱᴘᴀᴍ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛꜱ

× ᴘᴏʀɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛꜱ

^list subject to expansion

｛"pushing faith" can get a lil blurry, so to be specific, we aren't talking about anyone that openly practices or writes about religion on their blog, just people who try to tell you you're wrong for not practicing their religion｝

will this stop any of them? no, not at all.

should it help the welcome guests of the tent to report them? absolutely! what helpful visitors you are ♥️.

if we find any of you inside, count your now precious seconds. if they manage to exceed eight, thank your god and agrise.

★★

when you exist under the marquee lights of the tent,

and waltz and laugh with the fire dancers and acrobats and oddmen,

and eat at the dinner table or couch sourounded by playful faces,

and dream with the lullaby of the ballerina music box as background noise,

and when you're cared about, criss-cross applesauce beneath the concealing cloak of the striped fabric, you're home. and you're safe. And you always will be so.

★★

[werothegreat]

Who (or what) to blame.

Do we blame the candidate? Was she, or her VP pick, somehow weak or otherwise lacking? No more so than any other candidate the Democrats have fielded.

Do we blame sexist or racist voters? That's certainly part of it, but it's not the whole picture.

Do we blame the strength of Trump's campaign? Don't make me laugh, anything that man has ever run has been a shitshow.

Do we blame the lack of a true primary for the Democrats after banking on Biden for too long? That, again, is part of it, but it's not the whole picture. A primary would have been nice, but again, Harris was fine as a candidate.

What about the economy? Here we go. All those swingy independents, the bane of everyone's existence, kept naming "the economy" as their number one issue. Inflation, etc. And you know what? It is pretty fucking shitty right now to live as an American, to pay for rent, for groceries, for insurance, for everything else.

But it seems Americans have very short memories, because they decided to blame all of that on Biden, the current president. Despite the fact that almost all those issues are either structural problems we can trace all the way back to Reagan, or directly caused by Trump during his previous tenure. Yet all those wingy voters don't seem to know that. Why is that?

Democrats have never challenged the Republican narrative that the GOP is better on the economy.

The narrative peddled by the media and by Republican mouthpieces is that whatever your views on queer rights or reproductive rights or climate change, the GOP will have you paying less in taxes and less for groceries, gosh dang it. When that is demonstrably untrue.

Who got tax cuts under Trump, under every other Republican president? The rich. Not you, voter. Not you. Just the rich. And that wealth has never, ever trickled down to you.

Republicans want to cut regulations to "make things cheaper" but all that means is more recalls on foods and more pollution in our air and drinking water.

Republicans are not better on the economy. Republicans are not better on anything. And the fucking blue donkeys have never properly challenged Republicans on this. Ever.

If this country still exists in a state where an election can happen in 2028, the left needs to make the argument that no, the right is not better for the poor and the middle class. The right does not listen more to the poor and the middle class. The right are the true elites, the corporate oligarchy, and all they want is your blood and your money.

[aita-blorbos]

(Fanon interpretation + extension of canon because canon was shit and the only thing we got out of it was lesbians /hj If anyone else here knows what it is or has seen things I’ve said about this shitshow of a youtube series I loved as a guilty pleasure I’m so fucken sorry)

AITA for pioneering lab-made diseases out of spite?

I (Why do you need to know, weirdo, F) have been pursuing science as a career since I was a little girl. This will be relevant later. Another relevant piece regarding my rivalry is that I’ve always been one to stay near my family’s roots, of which all generations will marry a rich man, divorce him, take his riches and be much more wealthy to do more things with our lives. We personally call it wealth redistribution. We may be rich, but we are also heavy into using this to fund good science that we believe will help others. This does lead into morally questionable experiments though.

Our family has lived in the same city in the same country for generations in a house passed down to us since the seventies, when my grandparents had to buy a new home. I’ve taken a new turn to buy a new house with extra funds from not pursued research to make both a house and meeting facility. We also build lots of buildings using our funds for experiments, so it helps to have one our cusemeeting place.

Here’s where the issue begins, other than moral nonsense. One man, we’ll call him L, his two friends C and E, moved in and decided to stay for a while. He resented my family, and obviously me. He gave us a fitting title, although a bit rude, and kept making videos about invading our family’s properties to screw up experiments. This had become such a major issue that all morals went out the window.

Letters to everyone except his affiliates in the neighborhood were sent out to warn them to leave, or be infected with a variety of chemicals over the next few years and potentially die. The people under our name became horrified, but some stayed to help pursue our goals. One of which became my wife after my contribution to the family wealth. L also hated that I wanted a wife.

a few years were spent engineering a total of 3 diseases, with many infected supporters and even C and E falling for infections at some point, nearly dying but surviving, unfortunately. L got very annoyed, so did C and E, and they moved out after combating the last disease, which we jokingly called Z in the meeting rooms, not expecting him to actually leave unless he died.

We celebrated afterwards, I got married to my wife (during the disease years was when I did my contribution), and my family is now still doing things for science. I do have a price on my head, though, which is unfortunate, but we’ve been traveling ever since. Now that I think about it, there is somewhere that we’ve been curious about for a while.