#yep. yeah this is the last post of 2023 i’m making

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Happy 1st Anniversary RainCode!

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Thank you for bringing me so much joy 💜💕

(and thank you for giving me the gift that is yuma kokohead)

I didn’t think I’d make art for it at first, but I figured this game has done so much for me, so I’ll give back by drawing the duo that started it all 💜🩷 These two are such an iconic pair and I will draw them together as much as possible c: (tho Shinigami will be mostly in her ghost form if I do)

First time drawing human form Shinigami non-chibi, and I admit she was a little tricky with that outfit. But I think I did it decently enough… xD

little bonus for the kokogami enjoyers 💕

miss death god is too much woman for this little boy to handle~ 🤭

i know he's an adult but can you honestly look at him without context and say this is a man??? he's just an eemey meemey little guy.

Personal Rambling below (because I love this game so much)

WARNING MINI ESSAY INCOMING (lmao)

Oh RainCode... Where do I even begin...

RainCode is a game that has changed my life along with likely many other people’s lives. Although the premise of it is fairly straightforward, the characters and atmosphere make this game so much more. The successor to Danganropa is honestly its own unique story and structure, and tbh I think I love and enjoy it far more than Danganronpa. But this game…is just so much more for me.

I truly never expected this game to be such an impact on my life, let alone become my next fixation.

So, for history, I was honestly in no real hurry to get the game on its release date last year, so I got it a day later. On July 1st, I played the game for the first time. And I didn’t think much of it at first. The only thing that was on my mind when I started this game, was that I was positive I was going to be treating the protagonist like Makoto Naegi and Kyoko Kirigiri’s son the whole time.

This was the first post I made about RainCode back on twitter in 2023.

Yeah... Kinda silly when I look at it now... XD But I do still beleive this headcanon.

When I started the game my 2016 fixation of Danganronpa came back a bit. As a previous DR lover, I did make comparisons here and there to all of the characters. Yuma was very much like Naegi with his shy and timid demeanor at first due to having amnesia, and it felt like déjà vu when playing through the start of the game. But then it happened. The moment that solidified Yuma as my next and now permanent target. When he got sick/dizzy on the train... God that moment still lives rent free in my head. (I know the cause of it was different/related to the first mystery/case, but as someone who enjoys any sort of sick whump moment, regardless of if its little crumbs or a whole-ass meal it still counted for me) I was still shy and hid in the shadows with my silly little niche back then, but I told myself. Yep, once I finish this game, I’m writing a sickfic for this game and he’s the victim. (though what surprised me was that I wasn’t alone on that, 3 other people made sickfics with yuma before I did so that was a pleasant surprise xD)

As the game went on it shocked and impressed me in many different forms. I realized that this game isn’t the Danganronpa clone I thought it would be. Sure, it had a lot of similar elements and mirrored mini games like Hangman’s Gambit, Spot Selection, and of course the Conclusion Comic of the whole case, but the story the world and the mysteries were honestly different from the way DR structured them. And it pleased me when not many people from the main team had died. Most of the deaths were of side characters that had appeared in their respective chapters. Which honestly was a breath of fresh air for me, and I think that’s the real reason it’s separate from DR. It’s not as cruel and not as stressful. It’s a lot more chill, but the mysteries were still enough to get me excited and look forward to the next maze I would enter. The mystery labyrinths were probably my favorites elements of the game. They were just so much fun. And every single character was so likeable, (yes even some of the peacekeepers were fun aside of one or two that I absolutely despise. mostly yomi and guillame lol but I guess I kinda like yomi a bit more bc of the fandom)

And I grew to love Yuma EVEN more. He is honestly one of the best written protagonists I’ve seen in a long time. It’s hard to do timid protagonists right, but RainCode definitely nailed it with Yuma. He had his moments, but it wasn’t enough to be obnoxious. He also shined in more ways than one. And my god, so many relatable moments… (I have anxiety too xD) He was so charming and cute the whole time and even had his badass moments. This little guy is the whole package and I LOVE him for that. Truly a unique and fun main character that blows every DR protagonist out of the water.

(Yes, I said what I said.)

And the ending, GOOD LORD THE ENDING?? It was so well executed, and the ending twist villain was immediately my second favorite character after the protagonist. I could go on about how much I loved the ending but if I did, we’d be here all day and I don’t want to spoil the entire game…so… I’ll leave it at that.

When I finished the game, I was so satisfied. (Yes I love it more than DR, what are you gonna do about it?) It left me super happy and made me want to make some fan content for it. Though I was still very quiet on twitter and had a feeling since twitter is a more complicated platform, I couldn’t gush about the game too much due to fear of spoiling other people…and when one of your favorite characters is just the whole secret of the game’s core mystery, I couldn’t talk about it too much… >.>

So, then I did the unthinkable. I went back to tumblr… It’s a little embarrassing but this account is actually my old one I had from years ago. I was on tumblr more 2013 to 2017 before I abandoned the site when it no longer seemed fun and there were times that I’d rather forget... (let’s just say that I used to RP with my OCs and…one of my RP ex friends catfished me and it made me feel VERY uncomfortable. I wanted to forget it, so I ran away and never returned.) I was super nervous to come back and try to post again, so my first RC related post was about him being a naegiri child.

After that I began making more edits once I gained access to the sprites and full body arts. I made some Pokémon AU edits because those were always fun, and then I started making feverish edits of Yuma’s sprites. My first post ended up becoming a hit and I caught the attention of some people. They liked what I was doing so it gave me a bit of confidence to continue. I got even more attention, and it made my confidence go up even more.

And then I started trying to draw art again, something I gave up long ago. My first few arts were a little rocky at best, but so many people enjoyed it! One of my older arts ended up becoming pretty popular. Through this my few pieces of art, my many sprite edits, and my first fan fiction (Home Is Where The Heart Is) got me pretty well recognized in the Rain code community on here. So much so that I felt confident enough to give myself a title. The CEO of RainCode Whump or “Whumpcode” and all of this confidence made me decide to turn my blog into a fandom and sick whump blog. It became a full blown obsession that possessed my mind that I've become TOO passionate about. Never thought making these little guys suffer would bring me this much joy... XD

Over time, I’ve drawn more art and written more fics than I ever had for a fandom. Before I never ever made fandom art, and I would usually only write one sickfic per fixation. (my last ones being demon slayer and spy x family) But here I am, making more art pieces than I ever have before (hell even doing a MONTH ART CHALLENGE) and improving even! And having 7 fanfictions of RainCode, 6 with Yuma and one with Makoto. And those two became my prime targets and muses for my art. Drawing them is easier for me and they’re my favorites so it brings me such joy to draw them. I love MakoYuma so much. Maybe not so much romantically, but friendship and familial. They have such potential to be so much, and I adore them. Plus putting them in sicknarios and situations is fun (I think we can all agree on that haha)

I think I’m talking too much, so I will say one more thing. I never thought my fixation on this game would last this long. I was positive it would go away after just a few months at best. The game is great but nothing amazing to keep thinking about for too long for me. But I think the main reason I was able to keep my fixation on this game for almost a year (and ongoing) is because of the fandom. (specifically, the Tumblr fandom, but some people on twitter are cool too) I’m honestly so happy I returned to tumblr and was able to make a name for myself in this community. I have met so many talented artists and creators and even made some new friends (and even got a few apprentices to take under my wing) If it weren’t for everyone’s support, I don’t think I would have ever done this much and made it this far.

I’ve essentially made a platform for myself, and I didn’t think tumblr would be a place I’d check daily ever again. To think this silly little game…would change my life so much and make me happier than I’ve ever been in such a long time. I feel recognized and like I belong, I’m finally able to be loud and proud about my passions for sick whump and not worry too much about it, I’ve finally found my prime target and I have fun with him every time, I’ve gotten back into the arts of drawing and writing again and I think I’ve made some of my best work yet, and I’ve met so many wonderful people and even collaborated with them on some fun projects too! (Here's the most popular one and also the first one I did!)  It’s just been…so wonderful… I am so happy to be part of such a chill talented and fantastic community TwT So thank you everyone… this is all thanks to your support… <3

Sorry I’m getting a little mushy here aren’t I… x’D I just couldn’t be more grateful for this game if I tried… So, thank you so much Rain Code, for existing and doing so much for me and making me so happy… I have never had this much fun in a fixation before, and I never felt like I was ever truly part of any fandom and was always just a lurker. It feels so good to finally feel like part of a fandom you love, and also be well liked, admired and accepted by others despite your niche being a little on the odd side… XD

I really hope there will be a sequel for this game, and we’ll see all these wonderful characters again. After all I’ve been through with this title and how much joy and purpose it brought me, consider me a fan for life. I will be dedicated to every future title in this series and play the hell out of it. And I hope it gains a wider audience come October when it is released for more consoles. (Just hoping no weirdos take over and ruin it with stupid drama and horrible things like the DR fandom…)

Though once new fans come in and are also tumblr users…I wonder what they’d even think of me and my place and takes when it comes to this series… XD (hopefully they’ll be nice to me… XD)

Anyway, I’ve said enough.

Happy Anniversary RainCode!!

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[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 9: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (2/3)

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t!  One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia.  A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns.  So here you go!  Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 2545

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Notes: This story was originally written in 2014.

Walking in a Winter Wonderland

“Looks like your boyfriend learned about Christmas,” David said dryly as he pushed open the sheriff’s station door.           

Emma elbowed her way past her father to have a look and then barked out a laugh.  A veritable forest of mistletoe hung above her desk and chair.  David was right; it couldn’t be the work of anyone but her adorable idiot of a pirate.

“Although if he really wanted to get you to kiss him,” David continued, draping his winter coat over the back of his own chair, “he would have hung it inside one of the jail cells.  We left the station locked when we went on rounds, so I’m pretty sure this qualifies as breaking and entering.”

Emma grinned.  “Cut him some slack, Dad.  There are far, far worse things he could have done, don’t you think?”

“That depends,” David replied with a frown.

“Yeah?  On what?”

“Whether or not he makes use of the mistletoe when I’m around.”

Emma laughed again, still amazed at the happiness that was her life at the moment.  Seriously, who would have thought that Emma Swan, the unloved, unwanted orphan would one day have to deal with an overzealous pirate boyfriend and an overprotective father?

“I’ll make him behave,” Emma promised.  “At least while you’re around.”

David grimaced.  “You had to tack on that last part?”

“Yep,” Emma replied, taking a seat.  “Deal with it Dad; your little girl’s dating a pirate.  Bound to be some…um…misbehavior.  Probably on both our parts.”

David groaned.

Her dad put up a good show, but Emma knew that’s all it was—a show.  The bromance was strong with these two.  Emma didn’t know who was happier that her relationship with Killian was still going strong, her or her dad.

A month had passed since Gold’s sorcerer’s hat stunt, and they were all still reeling from it to various extents.  She’d had nightmares about it every night for a solid two weeks following the incident.  Nightmares where they didn’t make it in time.  Nightmares where she, her mom and Belle arrived at the clock tower a moment after Gold had finished crushing Killian’s heart into a fine powder.  She’d woken up shaking and bathed in sweat. 

If Gold had succeeded…she couldn’t even bring herself to finish the sentence.  The very thought scared her more than anything in her life had ever scared her.

It was in that moment when she was frozen in place, helpless to protect Killian, that she gave up the last bit of pretense.  She loved him; there was no denying it.  Just the sight of him was enough to make the butterflies start tap dancing in her stomach.

“What do you think of my first attempt at decorating for the season?” 

Speak of the devil. 

Killian strode in with the confidence (and looks) of a fashion model.  He leaned down, brushed a kiss against her cheek and then straightened with the grin she’d come to learn meant trouble.

“Not bad,” she said, “but you know people usually just hang one sprig of mistletoe, not a whole garden.”

He tsked, and frowned at her playfully.  “And where would be the fun in that?  I’d prefer to increase my chances of finding myself under it with a fetching lass rather than limit them.”

He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her.  “Speaking of which, it appears you and I are currently standing beneath a particularly hearty specimen.  Holiday traditions must be observed, darling.  Good form and all.”

She grinned and looped her arms around his neck.  “So what are you waiting for?”

His smile turned distinctly wicked.  “Not a thing in the world, love.”

A wildfire raged between them at the first touch of his lips to hers.  It was always like this between them; like someone had tossed a lit match on a mountain of dry kindling.  Emma tilted her head, instantly deepening the kiss, reveling in the feel of his hand in her hair anchoring her to him, his hook at her back urging her closer.

David cleared his throat.  Loudly.  Whatever adjectives could be used to describe her father, “subtle” was not one of them.  Emma pulled away with an apologetic look at her boyfriend, then turned to face her dad.  Killian reached down and laced his fingers with hers.

“You guys mind?” David asked with a hint of exasperation.  “This is a place of business after all.”

“Funny,” Killian said with a smirk, “you seemed to be singing an entirely different tune that night last week when I walked in to find you and your lovely wife similarly expressing your affection.”

David spluttered.  “That’s…that’s different!”

“Aye?  How so?”

“It’s different because…because…well, because it just is.”

Killian laughed with such good humor that soon even David joined in.  “Look,” her father finally said, “I’m glad you two are happy together, I really am, but could you keep the PDA to a minimum while I’m around?  Please?”

Killian sketched a bow.  “I shall endeavor to control myself, but confronted with your daughter’s ravishing beauty, I am, more often than not, unable to express my admiration any other way.”

Emma laughed and swatted him playfully.  “You are so full of it.”

“Aye,” he returned with a flirtatious wink, “but I noticed you failed to put up a protest at my ‘PDA’ a moment ago.”

“I’ll admit,” she returned, placing her free hand over his heart, a gesture she found herself making more and more frequently since his ordeal with Gold, “kissing you is kind of addicting.  So, what’s up?  We weren’t supposed to meet for lunch for another hour or so.”

“I’ve come to steal you away, love,” He said, giving her hand a squeeze.  “The snow has bathed the woods in a blanket of loveliness, and I wish to share it with my favorite lass.”

“I can’t just go take a stroll in the woods,” Emma said.  “For one thing, it’s cold.  For another, I’ve got work to do.  And did I mention, it’s cold?”

The look on his face was two parts puppy and one part wicked.  “If we don’t go, I’ll be forced to hang around and, no doubt, nauseate your father.  We wouldn’t want that, now would we?  Besides, I’m…more than capable of keeping you warm.”

“Ugh,” David said.  “Emma just go with him.  I’ll cover for you.”

“Well,” Emma said, grabbing her coat and hat, “if you both insist…”

“We do,” David and Killian said in unison.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Emma had to admit it was beautiful and peaceful out here. And with Killian’s arm draped around her, surprisingly warm as well.  On impulse, she reached up and pecked him on the cheek. 

“And what was that delightful gesture for, Swan?”

She shrugged.  “No reason.  Just…thank you.  You were right.  It’s nice to get away from the craziness of the town for a while.”

He smiled, making the crow’s feet stand at attention at the edges of his eyes.  “Darling, when are you going to finally realize that I’m always right?”

Emma rolled her eyes but couldn’t keep the grin from her face.  “Don’t hold your breath, pirate.”

“Thought as much,” Killian muttered under his breath.

Emma had never been a big fan of winter.  She hated the cold, and the snow drove her crazy—especially now that she was the sheriff and was called to every fender bender and slide-off in the whole damn town.  Killian, however, seemed to have an entirely different opinion on the matter.  His face was lit up with the wonder and awe of a child as he trudged through the ankle-deep snow and watched the flurries continue to drift down.

“You seem to be enjoying this weather,” she observed, reaching up to feather her fingers through his hair and dislodge the stubborn snowflakes that had evidently decided to take up residence there.

“Aye,” he said, looking down at her with a delighted grin.  “Always reminds me of a day I spent with Liam many, many years ago.”

Emma perked up at the mention of Killian’s brother.  “You never talk about him.  I always assumed the memories were too painful for you.”

Killian smiled tenderly.  “Aye, some memories are.  It seems no matter how many centuries go by, the sting of his passing will never truly fade.  I do, however, have many, many pleasant memories of him, and the day we spent in the snow is certainly one of those.”

“Would you tell me about it?”

“Of course,” he complied without hesitation.  “It was one of the last good memories I had of my family.  My mum died the following year, and my father was never the same after her passing.  At any rate, I was but a wee lad at the time, five, maybe six years old.  Liam was a good ten years my senior and I nearly worshiped him.  He’d just informed me that he would be leaving in less than a fortnight upon his first ship; I no longer recall her name.  He was to be a cabin boy and I’ve rarely seen a lad so excited.  I was, of course, devastated that my brother, my hero, would be leaving me in a matter of days.”

“I can only imagine,” Emma soothed.  Killian felt things so deeply; his entire heart and soul were invested when he loved.  Liam’s departure must have hit him hard.

“Aye,” he said with a grimace.  “Anyway, on the day in question, Liam woke me, excited about the newly fallen snow.  We two spent the entire day reveling in it—making snowmen and snow fortifications.  Engaging in a rather ruthless snowball fight.  It was a day I wouldn’t trade for all the rum in the Enchanted Forest.”

“It sounds great.”

“Aye, that it was.”

They lapsed into silence for a time.  Emma rested her head against his shoulder, and she felt him brush a kiss against the crown of her head.

“So how was your breakfast with Henry?” Emma asked.

“Informative,” Killian said, and Emma could hear the smile in his voice.  “The lad is a wealth of information.  He seems quite excited for this Christmas holiday.”

Emma sighed.  “Yeah.  Seems like it’s all he can talk about.”

Killian looked over at her.  “From your tone, I take it you don’t share his sentiments?”

“No.”  The word was definitive, emphatic.

“The lad told me as much,” Killian admitted.  “He was concerned that you seem unwilling to participate in this realm’s Christmas traditions.”

Emma grimaced.  “I was hoping it would be enough for him to get all the Christmas crap at Regina’s or my mom and dad’s.”

Killian stopped walking and turned her toward him.  “The lad didn’t come to me because he needs more Christmas; he came to me because he’s worried about you.”

Henry was worried about her?  Because of Christmas?  “He doesn’t need to be.  I’m fine.”

Killian looked at her skeptically.  “Swan, I’ve seen you ‘fine’.  I’ve seen you happy.  I’ve seen you content.  You are feeling none of those emotions.  This ‘Christmas’ is obviously a source of pain for you.  Please, tell me why that is.”

Emma sighed.  There really was no point trying to hide anything from this man.  “It’s just…I don’t know.  Christmas is all about family and happiness and being together and stuff.”

“And these are bad things?”  At some point, Killian brought his good hand up to cup her face, and he was gently caressing her cheek with his thumb. 

“No…”  Emma drew out the syllable.  “Not in general, but for an unwanted little girl in the group homes it was torture.  I mean, everywhere you turned you’d get assaulted with images of happy little families doing happy little family things.  Every time you turned on the TV you’d see commercials and movies and everything else where everyone was perfectly happy and enjoying each other’s company.  The songs talk about it being the happiest time of the year, or about how people love going home for the holidays or the love of family.  You know what it was for me?  It was a slap in the face.  It was yet another reminder that I’d never had that and probably never would.”

The compassion in Killian’s eyes nearly broke her.  He dropped his hand from her face and gathered her into his arms, holding her tight.  She clung to him, drinking in the love he offered her.

“Emma,” he whispered., “there are so many, many people who love you.  So many, many people who would do anything to make you happy.”

The tears rushed to her eyes.  “I know, and it means everything in the world to me.  It’s just—I don’t know.  Childhood memories die hard.  I don’t know if I can even do all the ‘happy family Christmas’ stuff.”

“But you said it yourself, love,” Killian reasoned, stroking her hair.  “Christmas isn’t about perfectly fulfilling the traditions you’re accustomed to.  It’s not about living up to the standards you believe the ‘perfect’ families attained.  It’s not about fulfilling a checklist of Christmas items.  It’s about being with the ones you love; showing them how much you care.”

Killian pulled away.  “Let us love you,” he said simply.  “Let us show you how much you mean to all of us.  Let us build our own traditions, our own memories.  Perhaps they won’t erase the pain of the past, but trust me love, the good memories, the beautiful moments—they shine as brightly as the star Leroy attempted to force me to place on the top of Granny’s tree—if you but let them.  They are like the sun that blots out the light of the stars.  Losing Liam to dreamshade—it was one of the darkest days of my life.  The pain of losing my brother, the man who was captain and brother and hero to me, was such that words cannot describe.  Even so, traumatic as that day was, it cannot hold a candle to the simple joy of that day spent playing in the snow. ”

“I wish I’d met Liam,” Emma said with a wistful smile.

“As do I love,” Killian said.  “He would have liked you—and would have thanked his lucky stars that I’d finally found myself a beautiful blonde savior to point me back to the man I wish to be.”

Emma stroked his face.  “He’d be proud of you, Killian.  You’re a good man; one of the best and most honorable I know.”

Killian turned his head and brushed a kiss against her palm.  “You can have no idea how sweet those words sound coming from your lips.  I have but one bit of advice for you, love: don’t run from the love of family and the joys of Christmas all around you.  Make new memories, good memories.  I can promise you; you won’t regret it.”

Emma reached up and brushed a soft kiss against his lips.  “Maybe you’re right.”

“Again with the skepticism, darling?  Didn’t we just establish I’m always right?”

Emma chuckled.  “Whatever.  I’m hungry.  Are you going to take me to lunch or not?”

Killian sketched a bow.  “My lady’s wish is my command.”

–Up next, Emma and Killian return to her apartment after the town’s Christmas Eve party.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[lunamidnight]

November 8th

Fanfiction/Original Fiction

First created: July 2019

Last updated: Oct 2023

General Premise: redemption arc type story because I could, the first chapter is already uploaded on my ff.net and Ao3 at lunamidnight1141. So this is what I have so far for the chapter too.

um i guess triggers would be anything related to southpark, if u can see any specific ones let me know.

The next day played out pretty much as one would expect, Cartman for once was actually up before Kenny reading through comments on the post, his mom was happy to know he accepted the pregnancy, and Cartman overall just seemed more happy. This continued through the weekend and into school on monday where as soon as Cartman walked through the front doors of the school he was glomped by Karen and Trisha. “You admitted it!” Karen exclaimed, happily hugging him tightly. “Step one check, next is figuring out what gender you’d want.”Trisha explained hugging him as well. Cartman chuckled in agreement, shuffling them towards his locker so he could get his stuff. Kenny was waiting and laughing at the scene in front of him. “(I see you’re getting your practice in.)” Kenny said as the girls finally let Cartman go. “I guess so, of course, this just means they like me better.” Cartman replied, gaining an eye roll from the hooded boy. 

The girls giggled at that before their bell rang. “Oh darn, time to go.” Karen said with a frown but quickly perked up again “first day without her bothering us though.” Karen said. “Yep, guess we will see you guys later.” Trisha replied. “Right, well if she does still bother you, tell me immediately, okay?” Cartman said as they adjusted their backpacks and hugged the two boys to leave. “Course, will do, later” Trisha said as Karen also said bye, before they headed to their class. “(so, again thank you for scaring off the bitch from them.)” Kenny replied as Cartman opened his locker to get his stuff finally. “Oh no problem dude, the bitch made them cry, I didn’t like that, they’ve been nothing but nice to me even though i've done so much, so i returned the favor.” Cartman replied by shutting his locker and turning to Kenny. 

“Honestly I was surprised they wanted anything to do with me much less be nice. Haven’t you and Craig told them anything about me?” Cartman asked finally, this question has been on his mind for awhile, and he didn't think to ask on friday with everything going on. “(Actually, we haven’t really told them much, I don’t know exactly how much Craig says to Trish but I try my best to keep it as PG as possible for Karen, like with the legends of Zaron all she knows is i was the princess you were a wizard king fighting the elf king that was kyle, and stuff like that.)” Kenny explained as they leisurely headed to class since the bell for 5th grade hadn’t gone off yet. The 3rd grade bell however did go off. 

“Oh...that makes sense. So with Mysterion she only knows that you, or I mean they fight crime, but not exactly how?” Cartman asked, pretty sure that Karen still had no idea that Mysterion and Kenny we're the same. “(Yeah, pretty much, and yeah she still doesn’t know, I’m kinda dreading the day she figures it out, Mysterion is a symbol of hope for her, and I really don’t want that to be dashed all because it’s just her brother.)” Kenny detailed with a heavy sigh. “Dude, you’re not just her brother, you’re her best brother, Kevin can’t do shit in comparison to you, and even if she does find out, you’re still going to be her Guardian angel.” Cartman replied honestly before continuing. “So quit the self sorrow bullshit and be the best brother and angel you can be.”

Kenny laughed wholeheartedly sounding less melodramatic. “(Right dude, thanks I needed that. Homes just been….shitty lately.)” Kenny replied simply. “That’s fair, but, when is it not?” Cartman countered making Kenny laugh. “(True, true, just been getting worse cause rent is coming up soon.)” Kenny replied. 4th grade bell rings. “Ah yeah I get it, mom does get stressed around this time too. You know, with everything going on as of late, if you and Karen need to come over to crash you’re both welcome to do so, I know you try to limit how often you go to Stan’s or the jew’s places.” Cartman offered. “(yeah that sounds awesome dude, thanks a lot.)” Kenny replied as they saw their classroom door ahead. 

“Well we’re early, wonder if Testaburger is still mad at us?” Cartman asked before both him and Kenny got smack in the back of the head by a folder. “That’s for waking me up at 2 a.m.” Wendy said as she shoved past between them before turning around to face them as she adjusted her folders in her arms. Both boys rubbed the back of their heads after the initial “ow” was let out on impact. “Hehe yeah guess we deserved that.” Cartman replied chuckling, not sounding sorry at all. “(To be honest the recording part was my idea.)” Kenny admitted sheepishly. “Oh I figured it was, but now I feel we are even so I’ll see you both in class.” She said before turning walking ahead into class as the 5th grade bell rang out into the halls. “That was a pretty low punishment compared to what I expected.” Cartman admitted. “(Be grateful you know she could do worse.)”Kenny replied as they headed to the door again as well. “Fair point, I will.” Cartman admitted again as they went inside the classroom.

[ericleo108]

06/09/2023 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube. “Yeah we bang” is my 47th official release. This song is borderline edutainment and is about American imperialism or at least talks about America's foreign policy to give an enlightened perspective. The song is energetic and intellectually stimulating. It talks about America's hidden military history of CIA coos in South America for example. Sam Peters recorded, mixed, and mastered the song at La Luna in Kalamazoo Michigan. The beat is from KeyAno and the cover art is made by Gigzlogo from Fiverr.

I uploaded “Yeah we bang” to get a deal on the upload fee. Then I decided to produce “Philosophy 101” and went to go release it in May and noticed Cornel’s birthday was June 2nd, so I made the decision to officially release two on the same day and just promote “Yeah we bang” for the next week’s release on the 9th.

You can see me talk about this blog post from last Sunday’s Update here:

Lyrics:

Yeah we hang

Yeah we bang

Yeah we go and do that thang 

Yeah we hang

Yeah we bang

Yeah we go and do that thang 

Yeah we hang

Yeah we bang

Yeah we go and do that thang 

Yeah we hang

Yeah we bang

Yeah we go and do that thang 

I got business dreams that are very large 

I got friends I know that would play the part

There’s girls I know that would make it hard

If I could afford paid promotion I’d make the charts

If you don’t want South America at your border

You shouldn’t of been hostile and invaded with soldiers

To overthrow how the people had voted

 Democratically elected leaders that opposed you 

Most don’t know about the whole map

Let alone results of all the blowback,

No media attention for overthrown countries

That makes the military complex money

America an empire, oppressive and racist

From the exploitation of blacks and natives

Don’t judge me because I read and listened

And recognize what it is in order to fix it

Most don’t recognize the imperialism 

Take from countries, overthrow their leaders

Destroy their means, call ours a dream 

And make them immigrate to avoid our scheme

We destroy economies, say were freeing them, please

And what takes their place is a violent regime 

Wanna overthrow America imperially? 

Put an American embassy up in DC

Yeah we hang

Yeah we bang

Yeah we go and do that thang

Yeah we hang

Yeah we bang

Yeah we go and do that thang

Yeah we hang

Yeah we bang

Yeah we go and do that thang

Yeah we hang

Yeah we bang

Yeah we go and do that thang

They look’n at me with soldier eyes

Like they mistook me for the poltergeist 

They leave em shook from insightful lies

Yep it’s Fox New’s time to shine 

I’m at the mic, smackin tracks that tight

Passionately rappin and act’n with spit 

Distract’n from the fact that the wealthy only rise

If you have the money for the enterprise

The stratification, across the nation 

Is the reason why people can’t afford payments

Billionaires are leaving the planet 

While you can’t afford a house to manage. 

This the US, where we protect our interests 

We’ll take their resources, and give it to our businesses

Exploit labor, health coverage, nada

To the point, people can’t live or prosper

Yeah we hang

Yeah we bang

Yeah we go and do that thang

Yeah we hang

Yeah we bang

Yeah we go and do that thang

Yeah we hang

Yeah we bang

Yeah we go and do that thang

Yeah we hang

Yeah we bang

Yeah we go and do that thang

[automatismoateo]

I had it all wrong. via /r/atheism

I had it all wrong.

I made a post here last month about how my father was going to force my family to do Bible readings every Sunday. He ended up changing his mind and having us watch sermons every week instead. I wasn't thrilled about this but still went through with it all since I wasn't ready to tell them that I'm an atheist and this wasn't too big of a deal anyway.

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Well, I ended up talking with my mom a few weeks ago about what my plans are for after college and we ended up on the topic of grad school. Basically, I expressed that I didn't really want to go and instead wanted to find a job right away and move out as soon as possible. I wanted to leave as soon as I could so that I could finally stop faking as a Christian (and hiding other things) and finally just be myself without having to worry about possibly not having a home to go back to, but I didn't want to reveal myself just yet. I tried dancing around it while still trying to answer her questions, but she wouldn't let up and told me to just say it. I'd looked through the coming-out stories on here and knew that I could end up ruining everything in just this moment, but she wouldn't let it go and it was obvious that I was nervous and hiding something.

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So I told her. I told my mom that I'm an atheist, and she said "Yeah, is that it? 🤨"

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She wasn't upset with me at all. My stomach had been bubbling like a damn witch's cauldron and she took it as though I'd just told her that I got a C on a math test. She also said that she'd known for a while now because of all the questions I'd asked over the years, but I never suspected her of knowing anything. I thought I'd been doing a pretty good job of hiding everything, but I'm actually a really shitty actor.

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Although she wasn't upset, she did cry at some point because it hurt her to know that I was worried she wouldn't love me anymore, that I doubted her and my dad's love for me. I felt terrible for making her feel that way, but I had no idea. I was just scared. I think she was able to understand where I was coming from though and was no longer hurt over how I felt. Additionally, she ended up telling my dad because she knew I was too scared to do it myself and he took it well too!! I was more worried about my dad finding out because he seemed to be even more passionate about his faith than my mom, but he was cool with it. Overall, I felt a little ridiculous for hiding and thinking the worst (I think it was valid for me to feel that way though), but I am just so glad that this weight has finally been lifted off my shoulders.

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Now, do they fully understand my perspective as an atheist and why my beliefs have changed? Nope. Do they still pray for me anyway? Yep. Would they prefer it if I went back to Christianity? Absolutely. But that's okay. It doesn't have to be perfect. As long as I always have my parents' love and support for who I am then the little imperfections don't matter. This is more than enough for me.

EDIT: It’s great that things have worked out well for me but if you’re someone who is still in the kind of situation I was in before then PLEASE be careful. It’s actually not recommended for atheists to come out while still in potentially dangerous situations. My story isn’t common. Thank you and I’m hoping for the very best for you.

Submitted January 29, 2023 at 07:56PM by DawnoftheMorningStar (From Reddit https://ift.tt/8hm0xXE)