#everyone should have an anti capitalist tag

[wilder-and-lighter]

"no gods, no masters" yet you still pray to your own greed

#gonna let the tags find the right people #anti capitalism #except for that one #everyone should have an anti capitalist tag

[elfwreck]

Is ao3 going to be ok? Like in the long run? I just found it 3 years ago and I don’t want to lose it (or the contact it protects if I’m going to be honest)

Yes, AO3 will be okay.

AO3 was built to last.

AO3 has been through much, MUCH worse election drama than this year. So much worse.

(And that really doesn't cover the full scope of the screaming.)

Short summary, possibly with flaws: In 2015, the first contested election since 2011 (because people tended to leave before their terms were up), 6 people ran for 2 spots. The election itself had substantially more drama than this one. (Maybe not more posts/tweets about it, but more diverse, focused on multiple topics.)

After the election, due to Bizarre Internal Conflicts, the six existing board members all resigned at once, leaving the two total newbies stuck running the whole org. (There was a brief training/intro period overlap.) The two new members were stuck appointing the rest of the board and sorting out what you do when you went from "8 people, should be 9, run this place" to "2 people run this place."

Most people who use the archive never noticed. There was no noticeable blip in availability, support team, tag wrangling, or OTW project plans. Because what the board does, isn't crucial to the day-to-day management of the org.

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AO3 was built by people who had been through fandom_wank community on Livejournal, who had seen fandom_wank on JournalFen (after it got kicked off LJ), who saw corporate fanfic archives show up, get active, and then get shut down when they found a buyer for the software. Who'd seen Strikethrough and Boldthrough. Who'd seen individual-pairing fanfic archives vanish literally overnight because the two head mods got in a fight and one of them deleted the database and locked the other one out of the website.

AO3 wasn't just built on fandom squee and "we love fanfic so we will build an archive for everyone" but on "we have been through endless fanwank, arguments, hostile corporate takeovers of fan resources, accusations of immorality and outright crimes -- and we are gonna build an archive that not only can survive that, but assumes it's constantly going on in the background and sometimes it'll be foreground."

The OTW is a nonprofit so none of its projects can be sold to a venture-capitalist corporation no matter how much money it gets offered. If Microsoft wanted to buy AO3 and offered two billion dollars for it... THE OTW CAN'T SELL IT. Legally. Cannot. There are laws about how nonprofits work, and they don't allow that.

The OTW has a board and committees so that no one person has All The Power to take the AO3 ball and go home. The election process is clunky so that a swarm of evangelicals (which is what we were worried about at the time) or antis (which is what we're dealing with now) can't swoop in and take it over.

AO3 is doing just fine. The election is working as expected: One of the candidates is a very bad fit for the board, and people have noticed, and a whole lot of people are not voting for her.

Even if her supporters outnumber them (even if her amazingly quiet supporters outnumber the detractors)... she'd be one voice among 7 on the board. One vote out of 7. On the Board, which doesn't actually manage the make-AO3-work stuff.

I don't think she's an anti. I don't think she wants to censor anything. I think she wants clearer policies in a couple of places, and better public relations in others. I think her approach is flawed, and that she doesn't know how to explain herself clearly, and those are both reasons she shouldn't be on the board. But it wouldn't be a disaster if she were.

Because AO3 is built for resilience more than agility. It does not make changes quickly, but its "hold still and wait out the drama" abilities are matched by none.

#otw elections #fandom #otw #ao3

[notquiteaghost]

today (2nd december 2022) is bandcamp friday! as it was also just spotify wrapped day, and spotify pays musicians Jack Fucking Shit, i am gonna put my money where my anti-capitalist mouth is & link some albums i listened to a shit ton this year. you should check them out

brave faces everyone by spanish love songs: punk rock for the modern-day broke twenty-something, [pretentious bastard voice] a cohesive album with obvious care put into Themes and Flow, fav lyric; But if I burn this place down, / We’d have some heat. / At least I’m seeing things more positively, / Because I swear to god, I’m an optimist.

t.i.a.p.f.y.h. by left at london: hashtag Mental Illness Music. nat left at london is one of the greatest musicians alive rn. fav lyric; “How you’re gonna live like this?” / How you’re gonna live yourself?

things that hurt by cultdreams: self-described sad lo-fi punk, anthems for being full of rage but also real fucking exhausted, fav song; repent, regress

weightbearer by squalloscope: electronic folk for tumblr users with poetry tags. the things squalloscope does with words make me want to eat their songs whole. fav lyric; i am mold, rot, and rust / i have been dying since birth / i was buried alive / dug myself out of the earth

4 o'clock in the afternoon by chase petra: quarter-life crisis pop rock, songs for your 2PM daily breakdown, fav lyric; simulation, I’m on the run from Keanu now / but who cares if its not real / because I can still feel

we live here by bob vylan: grime punk with teeth, doubly recommend if you're british, fav lyric; Voices in the cage are getting way too loud to sleep through / Just fuel for the hatred in my head / Constantly uncomfortable and socially inept

lowlight by rosie tucker: self-described non sequitur equestrian, gutpunch lyricism for 'sad person with guitar' enjoyers, fav lyric; I am a beautiful machine / One part copper, two part dreaming / Hardwired, heartbroken circuitry

the birdwatcher's guide to atrocity by seeming: post-gothic post-human post-folk pop, songs you can build a house and live in, fav lyric; Like a mantis I am praying / Out of habit without saying / Anything

honourable mention, of course, to the mountain goat's bleed out, but i am assuming if you're reading this i don't need to sell you on the mountain goats. anyway go see if your favourite artists are on bandcamp

#yelling at clouds #music #bandcamp friday recs #reblogs appreciated and encouraged #stealing this format for your own post appreciated and encouraged

[gayvampyr]

Do you support prison abolition /paying prisoners a living wage / making being able to vote more accessible to everyone?

I like your stances and opinions and your jokes but I'm genuinely curious on this one.

(This is inspired by some of the comments under one of your posts talking about how we should just make democracy more livable under capitalism, and while I disagree with that being the ONLY thing we need to do, it does kinda make me think about how many people think we need to get better without abolishing prisons or at least treating our prisoners better than we are treating them currently.)

hi! i'm not sure which post you're referring to but I'm actually anti-capitalist. I think we need to dismantle capitalism as a system because it is inherently inhumane, working exactly as intended and therefore cannot be "fixed" without restructuring it entirely from the ground up; the devaluation of human labor and environmental destruction for profit is not a bug, it's a feature. i could delve into the kind of economic system that i think should replace it after dismantling it, however it's more of a thought exercise and until it becomes a plausible reality, i would rather focus on how we can make capitalism livable for the time being because we have no other choice. for example we could start by lowering rent, instituting a 4-day work week, and establishing support networks for homeless people. i'm not an economist so it's not like i have all the answers but according to the results from other countries who have applied these practices, it improves quality of life and the economy significantly.

as for prisons, i'm pro-abolition. you can check out my prison abolition tag for more information, but essentially prisons exist in this day and age as an industry that profits off of slave labor. many of our laws and their enforcers unfairly target minorities and lower class people, and the denial of convicts the right to vote is just another way our government strips vulnerable communities of their political power, autonomy, and supposedly inalienable rights. aside from the conviction of innocent people and people who did commit a crime but ultimately did no harm, i don't think it's the right of any individual (or government, for that matter) to imprison others. i think people tend to forget that "criminals" are human beings and deserving of the same rights as everyone else, and it is human nature to make mistakes. the important thing is the opportunity to do better. militarist propaganda has done an incredible job of convincing us that convicts are amoral and undeserving of our sympathy, turning society in general against them and destroying any sort of safety net they might have had or needed otherwise. and people are too busy clinging to the notion that criminals are subhuman and deserving of whatever punishment is dealt that they can't see that this is a slide into fascism, and that they can just as easily become "other" should they find themselves on the receiving end of the system. we are very close to living in a surveillance state, which means any minor offense or slip-up has the potential to completely decimate your chances at getting a job, applying for college, getting a loan, receiving housing, and especially being able to have a say in elections. it also makes you more likely to be arrested again on account of "suspected illegal activity", so your record follows you around for the rest of your life.

sorry this got so long but yeah, essentially capitalism and the prison industry are inhumane and should be abolished.

#voter suppression #prison abolition #militarism #capitalism #52018 #racism #classism #1312 #also before anyone brings up r/pe or other genuinely awful crimes that endanger people i have to posit the question: #how can we account for those crimes when the people arrested for them are are mainly minorities? #need i remind you that white women used to accuse black men of assault just to weaponize their white privilege? #to exert power over them out of fear or hatred? people convicted for violent crimes are disproportionately trans poor and POC #while the rest of people actually committing those crimes walk free because of the privileges of being cis/het/white/upper-class #and like. thats not to say that those crimes should go unrecognized. but the system we have and the people enforcing it are just not #capable of doing so fairly. they look for signs of abusive behavior in race. gender. sex. age. class. sexuality. religious beliefs. #very little investigation is performed and hardly any empirical data is used in ruling. if they cared about victims at all they would focus #on preventing abuse before it happens and giving us support and access to people and services who can help. as a victim and survivor #the gov did not give a shit about my abuse. we cant make a system built on suffering care about any of us. #and like. yall are so confident you'll be able to decide who is 'good' and who is 'bad' but you can't. its like the shit with amber heard. #everyone was so caught up in defending their favorite actor they disregarded a woman's account of her abuse and made her out to be crazy an #evil #and i know you think youre different and we can do it differently but it happens over and over and over again #tldr we cant use a system to prosecute the ''evil people of society'' that is built on defining those traits through a racist misogynistic #etc lens #if we could we wouldnt even be in this mess

[purple-kale-salad]

respect existence or expect resistance. don’t fucking hurt others. anti-cruelty. pro-karma.

trans people are people. trans men are men, trans women are women. disabled people are people. all are inherently deserving of support and joy.

anyone can get sa’d [including men], nobody fucking should. do NOT make rape jokes - about anyone. stop telling people to “kys”, for fuck’s sake, it’s wrong. be kind. be empathetic. to others and yourself.

black trans people are valid. black cis people are valid. black non-straight people are valid. black straight people are valid. black queer people are valid. black non-queer people are valid. black people are beautiful and deserve to feel it and know it.

the queer community would not have its rights today without the work of black activists. don’t you fucking dare erase that. black women are inherent, vital parts of both feminism and anti-racism. don’t erase any parts of them. feminism is not and will never be feminism without intersectionality.

fat people are people. do not erase them and their existences on behalf of their percieved health. being fat is not a choice. and even if it were, it would not be a valid reason to discount them.

terfs are bad. men are not inherently bad. it’s a disservice to bad men and good men alike. bad men are bad people who make bad choices and could have been good people who made good choices. men are queer, and disabled, and people of color, and fat, and even when they’re not any of that they can still decide to be good people.

stop butting into others’ private medical care. let people control their own uteruses. let trans kids have whatever supportive medical care they need. trust trans kids. trust science. trust vaccines.

jesus was jewish and a liberal. don’t use religion to justify your hatred and desire for control. don’t use religion as a shield to justify your fear of the unknown.

don’t make lizard government jokes, or big nose jokes. jokes that you don’t understand the history of could be cruel. if someone tells you that your joke was cruel, never make it again. live. learn. be kinder.

sex work is work. nobody should be forced into sex work because of poverty. people whose work is sex work are valid.

defend and elevate people who are weaker than you. project their voices.

colonization is bad and inherently evil. america and so many others stole their land from its native peoples. never forget that. do what you can to make up for that. maybe you didn’t steal the land, but you are directly benefitting from it.

everyone deserves access to food and water and shelter and internet and beauty. everyone deserves affordable healthcare. everyone deserves community and dignity.

fuck the prison-industrial complex. rehabilitation over retribution. stop the cycle of hurt and trauma. nobody should be making money off of those who have been forced to harm others to survive in a capitalist hellscape.

it’s okay to want to be private on the internet, but never say something to others that you wouldn’t want to be said to you, and keep in mind that others may have different boundaries than you. don’t be a creep. tone tags are helpful. if you overreact or say something inappropriate to someone on the internet, apologize. you are a person. they are a person. they will remember you if you don’t apologize and they will remember you differently if you do.

fuck billionaires. billionaires’ existences are inherently unethical. billionaires should use their money for good and to do good things. billionaires should lobby for better protections and to make the world a better place. billionaires can be helpful. billionaires so rarely are. billionaires could use their billions of dollars to effect such rapid changes in the world.

don’t steal others’ work. including with ai. it’s wrong. just don’t.

above all be kind. above all take no shit. above all believe the best in others. above all don’t let others do you harm.

#this post brought to you by the ‘if you don’t reblog this you don’t believe men can be sexually assaulted!1!’ post i just saw #yes i fucking do #don’t you dare guilt trip me into lip service #it’s insulting #i will fucking donate and volunteer #but reblogging a post and maybe causing discourse is not how to help #i refuse to trigger somebody #but i want it to be incredibly clear what my beliefs are #activism

[kitkatopinions]

Me at some people right now

Here’s some tips for people who consider themselves anti-rw//de.

1. Filter out the RW//DE tag so you don’t see RW/DE posts. This is your responsibility. If it makes you feel attacked to see criticism of RW//BY then prevent yourself from seeing it. Nobody needs to shut up or soften their tone for your comfort. Sometimes even when you don’t seek out RW//DE posts and even when only the correct tags are used, posts will still show up in the main RW//BY tag if people do things like type ‘RW//BY’ without the dashes. That’s a bug in their system, that has nothing to do with us. So filter out the RW//DE tag and you’ll be much, much less likely to see those posts. I would also recommend filtering out tags like ‘RW//BY criticism,’ ‘anti-RW//BY,’ and ‘RW//BY bashing’ to further avoid these sort of posts.

2. Block RW//DE blogs. Sometimes Tumblr will show you ‘recommended blogs’ that are actually the opposite of the things you want even if you have tags filtered out. Once again, that’s a bug in their system, that has nothing to do with RW//DE blogs. However, sometimes RW//DE posters will post RW//DE content with the main ‘RW//BY’ tag or without using the ‘RW//DE’ tag or other filterables. That sucks and I think ‘pro’ and ‘anti’ tags should always be used so people can filter out. However, the response to that shouldn’t be ranting about how all RW//DE posters hate every single RW//BY fan and are trying to force people out of the fandom, when it takes you three seconds to block the person. There are like ten to twenty five frequent RW//DE posters at any given time, you will run out of blogs to ever even see. I personally have blocked likely over two hundred anti-RW//DE blogs and am still getting hate, so if I can do that and still not complain about every single RW//BY fan, then you guys can block the maybe twenty five of us that exist and then just go about your RW//DE free business please and thank you.

3. Don’t make puppet accounts to stalk the people that you claim are ‘trying to force everyone to hate RW//BY’ when they’ve already blocked you. If blogs have a. asked to be left alone. b. actively tried to avoid the fn//dm, c. said repeatedly that they don’t care if others like RW//BY, or d. specifically gone out of their way to try and make it so you personally can’t interact with their stuff, stop trying to interact with their stuff and stop claiming that they - included in statements like ‘RW//DE posters’ and ‘the HT//DM’ - are the ones seeking out members of the fn//dm and trying to force people to not praise RW//BY. How hard is it to just follow the literal tumblr rules and just let people block you? For people that claim to be harassed, some people out here are sure doing a lot of stalking. Please stop stalking.

4. One of the things with anti-rw//de people is that they claim that they’re fine with criticism and critique, but that the rw//de posters and ‘HT/DM are just all such evil cruel liars that they’re forced to defend poor sweet capitalist corporations and the majority straight, majority white, majority male writers who definitely never did anything bad or problematic at all. So here’s a hot tip; STOP TELLING PEOPLE TO USE THE RW//DE TAG if you’re going to immediately lump them in with those people you hate so much. If you see criticism that isn’t tagged as RW//DE, don’t get mad at people and order them to use the RW//DE tag.

5. STOP GANGING UP ON PEOPLE FOR EVEN THE BAREST FORM OF CRITICISM JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T PERSONALLY AGREE WITH IT, which is something really evidenced in the fact that when RW//DE posters started doing a ‘nitpick November’ game where we posted a bunch of personal opinions or very small criticisms of stuff that didn’t matter that much, anti-rw//de people still harassed us and bullied us and called us ‘pathetic’ and told us to stop being such vile haters wasting our time. Y’all have people in your fandom who have out and out said that they’re ‘no longer taking criticism,’ if you’re so against hiveminds, make an active effort to make people feel comfortable criticizing the damn show even when you don’t personally agree with everything they say.

6. Take the L every once in awhile, for real. No, not every criticism people have against RW//BY or MK//EK is wrong. No, not every criticism people have against the FN//DM is wrong. If you can’t say “yeah, that was fucked up” about some of it, than you are just fooling yourself. If someone says that Miles Luna called Tifa Lockhart a prostitute in a clearly meant to be derogatory way, then said it was because of her outfit, and then lied about it, and your answer to that is either to completely ignore it or wrack your brain for a way to defend it, you are a clown. Take the L. If someone says that Miles Luna said that he wished he’d ‘stuck to his guns’ and did ‘bury your gays’ with Pilot Boi simply because he was popular, and your response is to either ignore it or wrack you brain for a way to defend it, you are a clown. Take the L. If someone points out that Kerry Shawcross said that Ironwood’s new prosthetic symbolized him losing his humanity, and your response is to either ignore it or to find a way to pretend that he actually said ‘Ironwood’s lack of thought and rushing into things is a reason he became a villain’ than you are a clown. Take the L. If someone says “it’s a bad thing that the ‘civil rights / racism allegory’ storyline focused much more on taking down ‘the bad kinds of Faunus’ and taking down ‘the bad civil rights groups’ and taking down the ‘people that fight for their rights in too radical of a way,’ than it ever did on actually showing people fight for their rights,” and your response is either to ignore it or get angry and call them Adam apologists and claim that there are other civil rights groups that we just don’t see that are actually great and that it’s not a problem at all that we never see them because Adam totally was just usurping the cause of the White Fang for his own power and yes for some reason that needed to be ninety percent of the ‘civil rights / racism allegory’ story... You are a clown. Take the L. If a Jewish person says “this fn//dm needs to stop throwing around words like ‘nazi’ or ‘genocide,’ they need to stop using the holocaust to prop up their hatred of a fictional character, they need to stop making light of the horror Jewish and Romani people faced in order to make a point, goyim do not get to ‘make jokes’ or ‘make satire’ about that suffering, and also Coco Adel being based off a nazi is messed up, and also Camp Camp is even more messed up,” and your response is to either ignore it or accuse the Jewish person of antisemitism for daring to point any of that out... You are worse than a clown. Take the damn L.

Some of you anti-rw//des are such overly-defensive people. You can like RW//BY. I have yet to see anyone tell you that you can’t. But by God, please just take note of the above. Because some of y’all fall hard into being horrible people and legit lean into bigotry sometimes in your haste to condemn any and all criticism and defend literally everything in this famously flawed show by famously flawed writers who work for a famously flawed company. Filter the RW//DE tag, block blogs you hate seeing, don’t stalk people, don’t tell people to use the RW//DE tag, actually let people criticize RW//BY even when you don’t agree, and learn to take a loss and say “Yeah, that was pretty fucked up.”

#rwde

[idyllic-ghost]

Hi, reblog the work of the writers you like.

From my experience and the experience of other Tumblr writers that I've spoken with, our writings don't get nearly as many reblogs as they do likes. No matter how many times it's being said, it doesn't seem to do much.

First, we should get one thing out of the way: this is not criticizing anyone who doesn't reblog fanfiction, think of it more as a chance to change your mind. Now let's get to the issue.

To make this as easy to read as possible, because I know that it isn't fun to read these things and you probably have other things to do, I'll list up the topics I want to bring up:

Reblogging spreads authors' works

Motivation

Fanfiction is free

In defense of the people who don't reblog

These writers are so good.

1. Reblogging spreads authors' works. This one is fairly simple. Without reblogs we can't reach as many people. Tags only do so much. The absolute easiest way to reach new readers is for other people to reblog. If you love someone's work, you should share it with other people. This will benefit both the author and new readers. Sometimes it might even benefit you since you get to talk about the fanfiction you read. This leads me to my next point.

2. Motivation. Reblogging AND making a comment about the story gives the writer motivation. This feedback can be what helps other people to continue writing. In my own experience, I'm less likely to write more if I get less interaction. This is normal human behavior, we all have a reward system after all. If you want more fanfiction to be published, encourage the writers because there's no other external motivation for us... which brings me to my third point.

3. Fanfiction is free, and it's great! I won't try to push my anti-capitalist agenda on you in this post, I can save that for another time, but fanfiction being free makes it accessible for everyone with an internet connection. If we want this to continue, the writers have to feel motivated to keep writing. As said before, external motivation is needed for that to happen. The many fanfiction communities on this app, and other fanfiction apps, give the chance to all kinds of people to read. Reading, as our teachers and parents told us, is important for the brain to develop. Getting your daily words in is significant, even if it is through fanfiction. Let's keep it this way. Let's get people the possibility to read and not have to pay for it.

4. In defense of the people who don't reblog. Listen, I get it. It's not easy to reblog for some people. It can be a bit awkward and sometimes you just don't know what to say. Sometimes it's just that you don't have an account that's meant for fanfiction or a specific fandom. I can't force you to reblog others' posts, I know that. But if you've read this far, and I really hope you've read all of it, you'll understand where I'm coming from and I hope that changes your mind.

5. These writers are so good. Let's wrap this up with my final and fifth point. This is perhaps my more subjective point, compared to the rest. These writers put in hard work to make the most beautiful works. Most of the writers on here write so beautifully, and they deserve recognition for it. It's unfortunate to see people who write so well not get to hear it.

So that's it. I hope you read it, but if you didn't it's not a big deal. This is mostly me complaining. The point of this post, however, is to try to make the fanfiction communities become more welcoming again. I know that this won't do much, but there's no hurt in putting your attempt out there.

Note: This is not me asking for more notes, although it will always be appreciated, I'm asking for you to pay more attention to the works of the many talented writers on this app.

If you want to start reblogging but don't know what to say, something as simple as "I really enjoyed reading this" is enough. Don't forget, comments and likes are always appreciated - but reblogs are the best thing for a fanfiction writer to receive.

#reblog stuff #important #fanfic #fanfiction writer

[http-handong]

pinned post?? pinned post.

hello! I'm Eleanor/Ellie/Elle/any other nicknames you can think of that I like! I use they/she pronouns, although I do present as mainly femme!

quick facts:

• I have autism and am working to learn how to unmask and like, be whoever I am underneath that! I have special interests in: psychology, sociology, kpop (dreamcatcher specifically), writing, fantasy novels (sjm and leigh bardugo), fnaf, video games (bg3 right now) and history. I like talking about all this, please talk to me.

I also use tone tags about 50% of the time and ask they be used with me, but can and will use them more especially with people who specify they need/want them!

• I also have ADHD, combined type and am unmedicated. yeah yeah

• I am 18, in college for a sociology degree and moving to Europe in about 12-15 months

• I have a lot of mental and physical health issues, including (but not limited to): anxiety, depression, c-ptsd, chronic pain, pots, daily headaches, frequent migraines and potential borderline personality disorder

• I should be in therapy but my anxiety is too severe for me to make an appointment. ironic innit.

• I work at a Barnes and Nobles, it's very nice.

• I am an anarcho-communist and a registered member of the cpusa, and while I am personally a pacifist, I support the actions of oppressed people in their struggle against their oppressors and will support the revolution when/if I happens however I can outside of direct violence on my behalf. Don't like that? dni then <3

• speaking of dni- don't interact if: -14 or +25 (unless I've given permission and we know each other) if you're homophobic, xenophobic, a zionist, racist, ableist, bigot, along with basic dni criteria but also non-political/right-wing leaning/conservatives, supporter of autism speaks, trans-medicalist

as well as if you expect people to educate you rather than educating yourself (google is free), not bothered by living in a capitalist society, "everyone's a bit autistic", soojin-anti, supports kris wu or amber liu, can't hold faves accountable, refuse to call others by preferred names/respect pronouns/neos, cannot hold a nuanced and honest conversation about yourself and inherent biases, or refuses to partake in those types of conversations.

you can see my carrd for byf !!

• I am a kpop stan so some content will not be political or whatever and will be kpop based! I like dreamcatcher, billlie, loona, nmixx, gfriend, itzy, xg, and a lot of other groups you can see on my carrd

• I'm verbose !

• I make a lot of dark humor, dry/deadpan and sarcastic remarks as well as some self deprecating humor

• will use vent tags/other tags if needed if I ever post stuff like that !

• I am a writer, some content will be writing related (fics and stuff, as well as poems, essays, theories)

• I make pretty things and will also post them here

• I will accept good faith asks about things to educate and hold convos to help people on their leftist journey

• I might fluctuate between being active and being inactive, sorry

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if you've read all of this and still wanna follow, interact or be my friend? please do! I'm lonely ahaha

anyways that's all !! thanks for stopping by

- ellie

#pinned intro #pinned info #pinned post #intro post #introductory post

[arctic-hands]

fb stop advertising me cool furniture I can't afford and have no room for challenge

#for a so called anti capitalist i am disappointedly susceptible to advertising #can one be both communist and consumerist? #comcon? #comcon #I'm coining it #i believe we should have nice things under communism i just want them to be more accessible #i was debating on whether to say cheaper or free but then i remembered in my commune I'm aboshing the concept of money #good things for everyone #and a life of harmless hedonism #those who want to labor do so willingly because they like it not because they need to to survive #or if no one wants to labor we automatize it and freely give everyone the resources they need regardless of labor output #anyone can do what they want with their life as long as it harms no one #and they won't be forced to do anything for survival #i need to finish reading Lafargue #right to be lazy #rambling in the tags

[veronicathegoddess]

note: this blog contains explicit adult content, please do not interact if you are a minor (last update: 12/05/23)

trigger warning:

this blog contains mentions and explicit descriptions of sexual activity, sexual and non sexual violence and hard kinks without mentions of consent or any form of content warnings. if this content is triggering to you, please do not proceed further.

about me:

i'm veronica. i'm an '02 baby and a queer, genderfluid, neurodivergent bratty switch.

i'm anti-capitalist, an intersectional feminist, atheist and solarpunk anarcho-communist.

my interests include: anime, art history, classical literature, writing, baking and music. 

do not interact:

🌸 if your blog is pro-misogyny/patriarchy and anti-feminist (fantasy included)

🌸 if you're a pro-ana/ed/thinspo blog

🌸 if your blog is pro-pedophilia, if you believe pedophilia is a sexuality or if you’re a map

🌸 if you're into bestiality (fantasy included)

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[fandom-monium]

I JUST READ KITCHEN CATASTROPHES OMG ITS SOOO CUTE UGH MY HEART SO SOFT CAN YOU PLSSS DO A PART 2? THANK YOU KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DO

AN: thank you, anon! i dont plan to make a sequel to KC. But if i did:

For Valentine’s Day

Summary: In which you throw a wrench in Spencer’s plans: you don’t like Valentine’s Day. “If it’s with you, I guess it’s not so bad.”

WC: 2.9k (whoops)

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fluff, cussing, semi anti-valentines day, Spencer tears up but dont worry were there to fix that, established relationships (blegh), Garvez if you squint, post-For the Holidays

Fuck cooking, Spencer thinks one day.

It's an irrational thought. The kind that strikes through his mind in a flash of irritation like a scrape of the knee as he is perusing the internet. Yes, he is using a computer willingly. He has to because he's desperate.

Cooking is stupid. Who really needs it, right?

…

He needs it. God, he needs it so bad.

His need to learn cooking wasn't as incessant until recently. Until you came along.

Spencer is a meticulous person and a romantic if you'd ever met one. Makes sense considering how he grew up, reading the classics and all that. He's read all the gooey literary shit old people write and while he never understood those meanings it all dawned on him one day. Quotes written like 'the stars in their eyes' and 'sunshine glowing off them like a halo', suddenly makes sense once he meets you. Or at least, after coming to know you, months into your newfound friendship.

It's because of this he plans accordingly the weeks leading up to Valentine's day! Because again he's meticulous and a romantic and a genius so he plans every step and makes a back up plan in case A, B, and C fall through.

Is he going overboard? 

… Nah. No way. Not when it comes to you.

But fuck with a capital F, man.

It's your third date. Or what is supposed to be your third date if you would just stop being you for a second.

Then again, he loves you a lot and he wouldn't love you if you weren't, well, you.

Although—pardon his french—what the fuck. 

Spencer knows he needs to learn to cook. You've tried plenty of times to teach him and he loves learning and he especially loves it when you are the teacher (wait, does he have a teacher/student fantasy? Maybe. That’s something he'll look into later. Preferably with you). 

Unfortunately, he's terrible at it.

He's made progress and he knows it's true because you said so but the miniscule progress he's made is. Not. Enough. And it's all your fault! Because he gets so distracted by you during your lessons, like when you put your hands over his to show him proper slicing techniques—holy fuck, he wanted to combust right there—or just watching your deft hands at work, lips and brow scrunched in concentration in that adorable way. And you smell like cooking oil or whatever you're making and you're hot.

He's so into you it physically hurts. Ugh. How is he so lucky? 

You're also the first person he's been this into since Maeve. And everyone knows how well that turned out.

So he tries to dial it down for Valentine’s Day. Morgan told him once he tends to throw himself into everything he does, including love. And when you two got together, he promised the universe he will not fuck this up. He ends up combining Morgan’s advice with Luke’s, trying to be casual like Luke says because apparently you're just as into him as he is of you. 

The thought makes him grin uncontrollably. Luke says it makes him look like a clown but a lovesick clown. A lovefool, Luke hehs.

Spencer doesn’t get the joke, but it does nothing to deter him.

As Luke advised, Spencer does “not” make a dozen back up plans and does “not" plan weeks in advance. Because that wouldn't be casual, would it?

But now the day’s come and as Valentine’s Day turns to Valentine’s Night, Spencer wants to pull his hair, rub his frustratedly stinging eyes but he can't because he's in the middle of work, in the middle of the bullpen, in the middle of his desk and he refuses to be that guy. Not again.

Why does he feel like sobbing? Like a loser? 

Because you don't like Valentine’s Day. No, you abhor it.

It happens in the middle of the work day. It's like he tried to open a door only for a bucket of ice water to be dumped on him and now he looks like a drowned rat. He definitely feels like one.

You're talking with Garcia about her Valentine’s Day plans as you multitask, switching between putting together packets and stacking them aside. Then taking them under the hole-puncher and stapling them together because the BAU isn't all kicking down doors and catching freaks. 

It makes sense that you’re chatting with Garcia during your break. The two of you have become two peas in a pod after you came out of your shell. Now you're inseparable. Only you make Garcia leave her batcave as much as she does now.

Out of sight, he catches tidbits of your conversation when he hears distinctively: Fuck Valentine’s Day.

Okay, you didn't say that verbatim but you might as well have, grimacing as you three hole-punch a packet and his heart. Then a nail on his coffin only it’s with a stapler. 

Thump. Chick.

Spencer winces; there goes your his Valentine’s Day plans. 

It shouldn't sting as much as it does. You've been dating for over a month and Valentine’s Day is definitely not his favorite holiday either. It's not even top 3. And as you rant he can’t help but silently nod in agreement, all the facts straight: yes, it's an eyesore. Yes, it's a capitalistic holiday. Yes, people should do nice things for their significant others no matter the time and not because it's expected on a specific day. Yes, it doesn't compare to Halloween—

The thing is, you two aren't that “couple-y”, at least in a traditional sense. Not like Will and JJ who got a babysitter so they could go out or like Luke and Garcia as they plan to go to a special Valentine’s Day event she wants to check out (she vehemently denies anything going on between them but he doesn't need to be a genius to see the affection they have for one another. Just kiss already, damn).

So yeah, Spencer hoped to spend the romantic holiday with you. For once, he'd have Valentine’s Day plans, aside from exchanging cards with the team and his mother.

But apparently you hate Valentine’s Day! So there goes plan A, B, C, and D!

Spencer feels the tears spring at the corner of his eyes. He sniffs as subtly as he can, raising an open case file to his face. Of all the plans he hadn't thought through this was not one of them. IQ 187, his ass.

He should've known. Or at least ask your thoughts on Valentine’s Day. That was inconsiderate on his part. He blinks back tears, withdrawing into himself despite his hurt because he is a lovefool and only for you. He just wants to impress you, make you happy even if that means canceling your first Valentine’s Day together.

Now if you'll excuse him, he has to call off a few reservations and make some returns. Several actually.

Can you return a dozen donuts in the shape of hearts?

… Yeah, he better ask Emily for the rest of the day off.

—

"Hey Newb, have you seen Spencer? I haven't seen him since his break," You ask, resting your chin in your hand as you squint at another form. Your eyes are beginning to tire. 

Spencer asked you several times over the course of the last week, checking to see if you were free today. You are, so you planned to hang with him after work, but he hasn't returned from his break and he wasn't answering your calls or texts. Not unusual but still odd for your boyfriend (you still can’t believe you get to say that).

Luke sighs, his smooth voice reaching over your shared divider, "You know at some point I'm just not going to respond. You guys can’t call me Newbie forever."

"Keep telling yourself that," You snort without looking up.

Another sigh and you smirk: you win.

"For your information," Luke grumbles, words punctuated with sass, "Doc went home."

You pause. "Home?" He didn't tell you.

"Yeah, probably to get ready for your date."

"Our date?" You frown and stand up, leaning over the divider to see if Luke’s fucking with you.

He isn't. Luke shrugs, humming wistfully as he rests his cheek in his hand, "You should've seen how excited he was, being it your first Valentine's Day and all. I told him to chill out because you'll love whatever it is no matter what but I'm sure he ignored that and planned something spectacular for you guys." Sitting back, he twirls around in his chair.

You grimace, recalling your earlier conversation with Garcia. 

Shit.

"Meanwhile, I have to spend Galentine's Day with Garcia because all the ladies of the BAU are taken and I have nothing better to do—" Luke comes to a full 720, catching the tail end of your coat as you whip it on and make for the door. "—um, excuse you?"

"If Emily asks, I had an emergency!" You manage to call back, throwing open the glass door.

"Okay?"

"Thanks, Newb!"

As the elevator door dings shut with you inside, leg jumping because you have a sneaking suspicion you fucked up, Luke slouches in his chair and grumbles.

He's not a newb. Or a newbie.

—

You rush over to Spencer's, catching your breath as you stumble to his front door. There's shuffling from inside, the faint sound of clanking and crashing and your heart swells because this is the man you’ve fallen for, the first one you've ever felt this way for. Here he is, being all considerate and romantic. And here you are, fucking it up when your relationship’s barely even started.

God, you're an asshole, you berate yourself as you turn the doorknob and push open the door. You're an asshole you're an asshole you’re an asshole—

Then your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack. 

Immediately, you slap a hand over your mouth and nose as your favorite scented candles hit you like someone shoved a bouquet in your face. The description isn't too far off considering there's a lovely bouquet of your favorite flowers still in its wrapping, haphazardly set next to a dozen donuts on the coffee table like no one's business. Its petals are strewn across the floor, a few in tiny piles like they were hastily swept to the side. Red and pink and dark green fill your vision.

Who gutted Cupid and tossed his organs around, holy fu-

"(Your name)?"

Startled, you crane your head to find Spencer, beautiful hair askew and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His sleeves are pushed up to his elbows as he clutches flowers to his chest. In his other hand, he grips the colored strings of several shiny red and pink balloons in the shape of hearts and—fuck—your heart might actually float up from your chest and into your eyes.

This is your man. Your partner. Your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend panics, fumbling for a second before stuffing the balloons and trimmed flowers back into the room behind him and slamming the door shut. He turns back to you, eyes wide.

"What-what are you doing here?" Spencer stammers, wringing his hands together.

You blink at him, dumbly holding up your phone. "You-uh-you left early and didn't return my calls."

"I'm sorry. I think I left my phone at work," Probably because he left in such a rush, Spencer groans, looking anywhere but you. The petals scattered over his floor are quite pretty in this light. "And I was a bit busy."

"I'm sure you were," You gawk openly at the strings of fairy lights hung around his living room. It's a clash of aesthetics. Spencer always rocked dark academia, but despite how ugly the combination of red and pink decorations with his nature green walls and dark wood is, it leaves his apartment a little brighter, a little cozier, and you love it.

You love everything about this.

But as you take in the ugly beauty of it all, Spencer fidgets at the doorway, mistaking your awe as shock and disgust. Wiping sweaty palms on his trousers, his eyes dart around, trying to focus on something, but every place he lays his eyes on makes him cringe. He catches all the things he couldn't clean up or put away in time. No doubt you do too. All the leftover flower petals, the donuts he can’t return, candles that haven’t blown out because he has the lungs of an 8-year old asthmatic. 

Spencer can't imagine how appalled you are.

And the longer your silence stretches on, the more nervous he gets so he blurts out, "I'm so sorry, (Your Name)!"

Your brow shoots up as he begins to ramble.

"You must hate this. I'll put everything away."

"You really don't have to—" You stop him, and your heart nearly crumbles as Spencer's does when he finally meets your worried gaze. 

His eyes gleam with unshed tears. He swallows, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

"Doc—"

"At least not without asking you—"

"Doctor—"

"I understand if you want to break up—" His voice cracks, as if the idea itself will destroy him (it definitely will). 

"Spencer—" His voice, wobbly and dripping with unnecessary guilt, draws you to him.

"But I want you to know that I—"

With an exasperated sigh, you grab his hand as yours finds the nape of his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss. 

For a second, Spencer doesn't respond because who kisses the person they're about to break up with? Strange, really. But then he kisses you back. His hands remain frozen, unsure of where he stands, but he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. He figures this is a new social cue he has yet to learn. And if this is the last time you kiss him, he'll treasure every second of it, take whatever you'll give him because again he's a lovefool for you. 

And when you pull back, he's too dazed he nearly misses the look you give him. Suddenly, he can’t breathe.

You look at him like he hung the stars instead of cheap fairy lights around his apartment. 

Spencer’s confused. "I-I... Wha—"

"I'm not breaking up with you," You chuckle, and you nearly burst out laughing as genuine puzzlement takes over his face. You tug him behind you, plopping yourselves on his couch. You smile, appreciating the way he organized the cushions and throw-pillows; there's now space for two people to lay down.

You take a breath. "You wanna know why I don't like Valentine’s Day?"

Spencer slouches, though his body is angled towards you so you suppose that's good. He sighs, "Because it's a capitalistic holiday that reinforces the idea of doing the bare minimum…"

He begins listing your reasons, and your eyes soften. Of course he listened and remembered even if you mentioned it offhandedly.

You nod once he finishes. "Yes but before that—and I can't believe I'm telling you this—back when I was a little kid, I didn’t get any Valentines."

Spencer's brow furrows at the newfound information. You continue, "I'd get some from my friends and stuff but that's not what Valentine's Day is about. At least not when you're a kid. When you’re a dumb kid, it’s about couples and romantic shit, and I didn't really have any of that growing up." You purse your lips and glance away, face flushed with embarrassment. It's really not that big a deal, but putting it into words makes the idea seem more intimate and personal.

It takes a moment for your words to sink in as Spencer can't believe his ears. How could you not have been showered with love and affection and presents on Valentines Day? It's like water doesn't make things wet or fire doesn't produce heat; it just doesn't make sense. Because you deserve that much and more.

"So every Valentine's Day, I lowered my expectations and eventually I stopped caring. I'd tell myself those things and I started to believe them," You bite your lip, eyes crinkling as you give Spencer a sheepish smile. "But now I have you."

At that, Spencer returns your smile, letting you take his hand. Any tears he had seem to evaporate instantly.

“So, I'm sorry that I hurt you. I stand by what I said before, Valentine’s Day sucks. But if it’s with you,” Blushing deeply, you play with Spencer's hand, large and veins defined compared to yours, shrugging, “I guess it’s not so bad.”

Spencer’s smile broadens, and he intertwines your fingers together. "So what you’re saying is, you don’t hate this?” He looks around his living room.

You shake your head, unable to stop the grin crossing your lips. “No. In fact, very much the opposite. Honestly, thank you for this, it’s beautiful. I have no words.” You breathe it all in; the candles, the flowers, the— Your nose wrinkles and you snort, “Did you burn something?”

Bashfully looking down, he scratches his chin. “I-uh-tried to make your favorite dishes. Though, I was hoping the candles and flowers would mask it.”

You giggle and pull him into you, snuggling into his side. “That’s okay. I’d much rather have you anyway.”

With Spencer a blushing, stuttering mess in your arms, head resting on your chest, you press a kiss to his hair and conclude; yeah, you don’t like Valentine’s Day. 

But you sure as hell love Spencer more.

—

AN:  FtH status: finished - 7/5. yes 7.

I realize this was not what anon requested but oh well i wrote this at 2 am 

I’m not that anti v day but i stand by the capitalistic aspect.

yes this takes place after For the Holidays.

also included luke bc hes my bro and i honestly think he deserves so much more than what the show gave also garvez ftw

happy post valentine’s day!!

Song: Lovefool by The Cardigans

#spencer reid x reader #mgg x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #mgg imagine #mgg fic #mgg x y/n #mgg fanfiction #mgg #matthew gray gubler x oc #matthew gray gubler imagine #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x oc #criminal minds

[sunmoonkunoichi]

A character study on gojou satoru (aka the jujutsu kaisetsu tag is just full of people going horny wild for this dick and I need to correct it)

Names an ultra powerful technique “red”. Genius. Inspired. Not. No matter what fancy words you put in front of it you still culminate in fucking “akai” you dick

Forcibly makes a curse hold hands with him cause he’s a queer person beyond comprehension (the man wears sunglasses inside and sluttily stands in an oversized sweater that slides off his shoulders don’t tell me otherwise) and I respect him greatly for it. Literally lured the fucker in with a smile and “come touch hands with me nothing untoward will happen I swear xx”. King shit

Sets himself up as a teacher for the sole purpose of making a peaceful revolution happen so he doesn’t have to kill every elder and get blacklisted. It’s too much work otherwise. Not the whole murder spree thing. Just being chased down would be annoying

Brings his demon child to work day for “education” but really it’s to flex and get some more hero worship. Child endangerment is not a concept, even if that child is recently resurrected. He grew back some limbs and a heart he will be fine in the heart of a volcano

Most mentors in anime hold back until a vitally important battle of life and death but gojou just wants to show his kids how cool he is!!! Will fight a demon lord for funsies. Bring out his ultimate dimension warping shit to teach a bitch a lesson. His doesn’t give a fuck

Most also down play their power so as to be ‘cool’ but he really goes around saying he could punch out the biggest bad around and only get a little tired. I would want to suplex him for being such a brat but the fucker really is that powerful god fuxking damn it

Everyone goes horny when he’s unmasked but he really just becomes like any other twink white-haired character who has/can/will be traumatised. Past trauma when anime??? I hope it explains why this man is such a bitch and why I love it otherwise the trauma has lied within me all along clearly

Knock-off kakashi who comes late everywhere and replies “places 💕” when people ask where the fuck he’s been. Same vibe as me constantly coming late to class with iced coffee, showing that I knew I was late and still went and got an overpriced beverage rather than sprint to make it. #QueerThings

Really is a gen z bastard boy who picks fights with conservative old fucks by messing with his bosses schedule and showing up just to tell this other school’s principal that the new students (that he hasn’t really taught??? I think??? But u know he will take credit) are gonna kick his ass in another few years. Why are you making threats now?? Here? Those kids are so fuxking stupid they try and kill each other before their fucked up killer sports festival even starts. None of them are thinking about overthrowing the government because none of them are political aware at all. That space is full up with rage at their prejudiced families or idol love. Please don’t trust them with this itadori’s quest in life is to swallow fingers and die he can’t focus on much more

It’s not like I miss him whenever he’s not in an episode it’s more like I worry that he’s doing some batshit crazy thing that’s gonna come up later by getting a child in severe danger. He could also be getting souvenirs but that most likely would be occurring concurrently with a very important mission so is that any better

Is good friends with an ex-salaryman with funky little glasses and an 80s leopard print tie who would aid him in overthrowing the higher ups because he too is anti-authoritarian on top of being anti-capitalist, but he is simply too horny for rules to be properly recruited 

(but this man also happens to hold the unique trait in anime which is to believe that children should not be taking risks over adults which is something gojou has no comprehension of and never will so I will automatically respect the damn salary man over the most op fucker in this show)

Deliberately placed two boys who have made some kind of suicidal save-or-kill-each-other pact right next to each other in the dorm, despite there being plenty of other rooms, well aware they’ll either fuck the feelings out or commit double homicide before the years out. Anything for the teenage drama

Basically in 9 episodes I have learnt to both hate and adore the man in turn but unlike everyone else on this hellsite I would not even be paid to fuck him because he will turn up late for his own damn orgasm and spout some bullshit before trying to immediately leave to go commit more crimes against humanity. I fuxking hate to love him

#guess what i startttteeeddd #i love this anime and all its beautiful art #but fuck this guy in particular #jujutsu kaisen #gojou satoru #gojo satoru #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #sukuna #anime #textpost #sunnymoonrambles

[pilferingapples]

gah that Really Long post about Alexandre Dumas that goes around is like 90 percent Pretty Cool but someone in the By Now Standard Reblog chain says he was pro-monarchy and  I have no idea  how they reached that conclusion but AAAAAAAH I can’t reblog it 

Anyway Alexandre Dumas was not  pro-monarchy, he fought on the side of the republic during the July Revolution in 1830, he tried really hard  to rally the political left for the republic during June 1832, he actually always  supported having a republic Right Now Immediately (unlike, say, Victor Hugo, who came around to being a big supporter of the idea  post- 1848 and especially post-1850 but before then held that a republic was a good idea ...someday, eventually, nooooo rush) 

General Dumas, his father, had been a hero of the first French Republic, and would have been one of its most famous figures if not for Napoleon’s personal grudge against him and the general racism of the time working together to erase him

They  both had to Deal with the fact of living under Empires and kings between Republics in much the same way an anti-capitalist now has to deal with the social fact of capitalism but that doesn’t mean they were Thrilled about it or supportive 

Anyway Alexandre Dumas was Cool and wrote intense recipe books and had a skeleton chair and he stormed a fort with an unloaded gun and a Wacky Scheme to get gunpowder For The Republic 

Time for some pictures of Dumas in his street combat days!!

That One Deveria everyone knows , circa 1829

One from 1830, the year he fought in the streets to overthrow the monarchy

Painting by Delacroix, a close friend and fellow Romantic and republican 

You want sources?

 MEMOIRS from the man himself : 1826-1830  1830-1831 1831-1832 1832-1833 Wish I could give everyone a copy of The Titans by Andre Maurois and The Black Count by Tom Reiss because they’re not just full of good info but a Wild Ride;  please check them out if you want to know more about the whole amazing Dumas family, they are good reads and fascinating history!

Also anyone who knows other good bios on Dumas should definitely tag on to this!! please!

#Dumas #yeah

[robotlit]

“The Hole in the Sand”

Written with the NovelAI alpha. Human text in bold.

[PROMPT: It was the last day of a war, but Jeanie couldn't remember which one. Her passport said she'd come to California just six months ago, carrying a cheap fusion pistol and three tattered fashion magazines. Now the magazines were papered over her scummy motel window, setting coltish women in white satin between Jeanie and the dead.

Jeanie assumed she'd come to California to fight, because fighting was what Jeanie did well. She could amuse herself by imagining  that this wasn't true; maybe she'd told Customs she was here to learn surfing or become a venture capitalist, and maybe she'd really meant it — but then a fight had called and that Jeanie-who-could-have-been got snuffed back into nothing, leaving the Jeanie-who-was with her fusion pistol and a few new scars.

Just as well — it would be awfully rude if they gave a war and nobody came.

Jeanie slipped on her jacket and opened the motel door.] Her eyes followed the key fob up to the front desk. It's always the same old faces, she thought, except these days they're all naked.

The clerk eyed her through the clear plastic sheeting of his screen. His hair was combed so fine it looked like it was made of straw. "Are you going to be long? They don't open for another hour."

"No, I'm staying awhile."

The clerk studied her. "You must be French," he said finally.

"French is pretty close."

He wrote her a key tag. "Have a good evening." He walked out.

In the hallway, Jeanie saw a uniformed doorman talking to someone behind him. The guy didn't look happy. Probably the cops, she thought. No surprise there. She turned down the hall.

They can put us in prison for looking at the porno magazines, she thought. Why aren't they keeping an eye on us?

She walked past them, trying to look unconcerned. This was the last day of the war — why wasn't there a parade? There were no flags, no banners, no medals. Just two men with guns walking down a sidewalk in the middle of the afternoon. Jeanie tried not to think about the war.

It was a long walk back to her car. The sun hadn't moved much, which made it hard to keep track of time. The freeway was crawling with cars and trucks heading north; the sky above was a dirty smudge yellow. She had her phone on her seat next to her bag, but she never felt comfortable turning it on. She should have left it somewhere in her room, she thought.

Jeanie pulled off the freeway onto an exit ramp. In the distance, she saw a long line of cars standing at the entrance to the tunnel. Traffic was building up.

I'm getting out of town, she thought.

*

"If you're a soldier, then you might as well jump into the ocean." That's what a marine had said to her once.

"That's probably what they want you to do," she'd replied. "I don't think I could find my way home even if I jumped out of a plane."

And that's how she found herself here — where the sun hung low in the west and the ocean water gleamed like a mirror, and the air smelled of salt and kelp and the seaweed that grew along the shore. Jeanie checked her phone: it was 4:59. One minute until the war ended. Whichever war it happened to be.

She went down to the ocean edge and stretched out on the beach. This is the way we do things now, she thought. Here, everything looks different — or more important. This was an important war. And it will end. It just won't be the way it started. The people who died in the fighting will die for a reason. If they were right, then this war was good for something.

For one moment, Jeanie thought of her father. Then she thought about the battle.

They had attacked the Uhlans base, a heavily fortified facility on the coast, with a heavy anti-ship missile launcher. They had tried to take it by storm, but the machine guns and missiles had kept them pinned down. It was the longest siege in history, and the Uhlans had suffered severe damage.

The battle ended when, after a few days of bitter fighting, Uhlans forces surrendered. But they didn't surrender completely. A lot of the men who'd gone to fight still refused to withdraw. When the sun came up, they had thrown down their weapons and run.

Uhlans soldiers got all the way to the front door of the base, but there was nothing left inside except wreckage and the bodies of Uhlans. Their commander had been killed, and he'd been torn to pieces by his troops. Most of the civilians were dead, too. None of the Uhlans had taken prisoners.

The dead Uhlans were piled up in a large hole on the side of the base. At first, the surviving Uhlans thought they were all dead, too. But they weren't. They'd been put into the same hole, and some of them had lived.

Jeanie sat on the sand in the sunlight and watched. One of the soldiers climbed out of the hole and walked over to her.

"Did you like the war?" the man asked.

She nodded. "I liked it a lot."

"It was the first time I ever did anything other than defend my base."

"Was it hard?"

He shrugged. "I wouldn't say that. There were just so many things to worry about."

Jeanie shook her head. There was no hole and no soldier. Just the ocean and one minute until armistice.

She turned away from the ocean and looked at the sand. The soldiers who had survived the war were waiting for her to join them.

Her father had fought in a similar war, long ago. He'd done it on his own terms, not with others' approval. Her grandfather had fought in a different war; her mother hadn't even been old enough to know what was going on. They'd both died in it.

The war she'd fought on her own — because she'd wanted to, because it was something to do, or because it seemed like fun — wasn't very important. But this one? She wondered if it would be more important than any of the others.

She picked up her bag and went down to the water's edge. She knelt down, looking across the beach. The bodies of Uhlans lay on the sand, half-buried in the white sand.

Jeanie closed her eyes. She was supposed to forget things that happened — not remember things that hadn't. That was how it was supposed to work.

But sometimes, things came back. And she couldn't forget the men who'd died in the war. Not yet.

She opened her eyes. It was dark now. She stretched out her arms and legs and felt the hot sand shift beneath her. She stood up and walked over to the hole. The air was cool against her skin.

"Where are we?" she said.

They laughed. "You're the first one to find us," one of them said.

She stepped into the hole. The walls were covered with moss and seaweed. "What are we doing here?" she asked.

One of them pulled her inside. "We're the lucky ones," he said. "The others tried to pull you down with them, but we got here first."

Jeanie looked around. "I don't feel very lucky," she said. She thought about the Uhlans who'd died in the fight. "There was something wrong with this war."

The other soldiers laughed. "Yeah, right," one of them said. "It wasn't as good as your dream, was it? You know, you're the only person alive who doesn't want to kill people anymore."

"That can't be right. The fighting's over."

"No, it's not. It never really stops. We'll have to keep doing it till there's nothing left."

"Like a game," another said. "Only everyone loses."

"Yes, exactly," the leader said. "A game." He stood up. "You'd better run. This isn't your fight."

Jeanie didn't move. She listened to their words. They sounded like they knew what she was going to do.

"You're going to fight in the war again," the leader said. "And then you'll die."

Jeanie stared at him. "Why?"

"Because that's the way it's always been. You've always fought the same way, and now it's your turn to fight. Your enemy is the future. That's why you're still alive."

"Where are we?" Jeanie said. "How did we get here?"

The leader shook his head. "I don't know, and I don't care." He walked over to her. "But if you ever go back, just remember this: you'll always be here. Whenever you come back, it'll be like the end of the world. Nobody will ever know where you came from. You'll never be found."

Jeanie stared at him. "Did you fight in the war?" she asked.

"No." He shrugged. "Maybe I did once. Maybe I was just a Uhlans soldier. I'm not sure."

"What happened to us?"

"Some of us got out. We'll probably never see each other again, but when the next war starts, we'll be waiting. Waiting for you. All of us."

The wind blew across the beach. It brought with it the scent of salt and kelp. The sun was setting, and darkness had fallen over the world.

"Will we die?" Jeanie asked.

"Of course," the leader said. "All of us. All of us in this ocean, and all of us in the sky, and all of us underground. If there's any room left to breathe, we'II keep breathing until we're all gone. In the end, we'II all be dead."

She stood up and looked at him. "I'm going back now." She started walking down the beach.

"Wait," he said. "We can make this easier for you."

Jeanie stopped. "What do you mean?"

"Look around you. This war is over. Now it's our turn. Come with me, and we'II take you back home."

#novelai #robotlit

[tragic-obsession]

So, kinda owe you peeps an explanation for wtf happened with me and my anti-vegan rant, because it’s not in my usual feed of random shits and giggles. I don’t normally host discourse. If you didn’t see it or didn’t read it, feel free to skip past, I hope you’re all safe and well.

Essentially, I reached my limit on self-righteous, preachy, militant vegans getting in my face. I’m not good at speaking in person, so everything I wanted to say in *that* moment got bottled up and saved until I could write it down and release it. By that point I was angry and frustrated enough to put it in the vegan tag because part of me did want to invite discussion.

But it’s so much deeper than just random strangers pissing me off.

Growing up, my knowledge of veganism was “it’s just a choice that people make for themselves, much like many other choices.” I thought nothing of it, because people are allowed to run their lives as they see fit. But things started getting darker, vegan propaganda from America started being shoved into my country as though my country’s culture was exactly the same as the states. The system over there is broken, overly capitalistic, greedy and indeed exploitative. You can’t just take ideologies from over there and apply them into other countries as though nothing is different. I started to see the cult like aspects, the extremism in a lot of what was being said, the sheer cultural disconnect in its application here, and I’ll be damned if I’d let people dictate and abuse others for what should be *choice*.

Then my sister decided to go vegan. She’d also been taking a lot of the messages straight from the states and applying them here. She wanted to be the “activist”, but all she became was an extremist.

The first couple of months, her physical health declined. She’d gone cold turkey (excuse the euphemism) off of animal products in a drastic shift that her body struggled with. On top of that, she didn’t yet know how to get a balanced and nutritional diet through veganism, she didn’t have the knowledge, or the skills required, and her body struggled further.

As her physical health declined, her mental health followed. Nutritional deficits made her short tempered, angry all the time, depressed. Pair that with a militant, extremist attitude and she starting to tear rifts in all her relationships with “non-vegans”. Constantly trying to convert people, telling them that they’re disgusting for consuming animal products, telling them a thousand untruths about our country that she’d heard from American propaganda. We almost lost her. I’m so glad we didn’t.

She had the self awareness to recognise where things were heading. We had never told her she couldnt go vegan. We supported her choice and tried to accomodate her wherever possible, because it was *her* choice, her life. We respected her choices, so she began to respect *our* right to choice. She stopped trying to preach to everyone, stopped getting angry at those who ignored her. She still shares her opinions, but she recognises that those are *her* opinions, not everyone’s. She stopped taking the moral high ground because she recognised that it was unfair. She became my sister again, not just “a vegan”.

She’s so much happier now that she stopped fighting those around her. She hasn’t stopped trying to change the world, not in a million years, but she’s stopped attacking people. She’s back to loving them. She’s made her choice about love, not about hate.

All of the above is why I went off. A culmination of hateful experiences that happened to go off when it did. I stand by the sentiment in that post.

I have no problem with people who go vegan, people who decide for themselves what life they want to live and what impact they want to have on the world.

My issue is with vegan assholes who attack anyone they can get their hands on.

I will never stop fighting for people’s right to choice; my support follows your support.

#bre talks #anti-vegan #vent

[goron-king-darunia]

Annon-Guy: Here is Marta’s Overray Mirrage.

(Do you know which scene this is?)

P.S. No translation on the Rays wiki, so this line is a rough translation.

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Two Knights

Marta: “…… Emil. And another Emil… Thank you.” *~*~*~*~* It’s a really cute image but I’m not 100% sure where it shows up in the narrative since checking the game script doesn’t have a one to one comparison. Something about the background definitely reminds me of a scene early in the game but I swear the scene was with Ratatosk and not Emil. If I played the game again I could probably find the scene they’re referencing if it’s an actual scene at all, but I don’t trust my memory so I might just be hallucinating a scene similar to this one because it definitely has the vibes of something that happened in the game. Speaking of Marta, though, this expression definitely reminds me of a makeup I wanted in the dress up mobile game “Love Nikki: Dress Up Queen.” The Makeup is called Shiny Smile but I always call it the Marta Makeup. https://lovenikki.fandom.com/wiki/Shiny_Smile I’m really jealous of the people that have it because it always looks really good in styling and is one of the prettier blue-eye “natural” makeups you can use. I most of the makeups I have in the game are either kind of ugly or have heavy makeup that I don’t really like. Unfortunately I can never get the makeup because the event was a one time only event and since it’s a mobile game, I try not to use real money to play and I spent what little I was comfortable spending already. I especially don’t want to spend because I know the only reason they do these exclusive suits is because the fact that making them ultra limited means people will shell out real money for them and that’s how they make sure they get revenue, but I hate games that do that mostly because I feel like anything in a free game should be obtainable for free and if you’re paying for something, you should be paying to get a specific thing, not for a CHANCE to get a specific thing (basically I don’t like gatcha systems, even if they have a pity pull system where you’re guaranteed full drops after $X amount of money spent.) I mostly just focus on playing Love Nikki to get as much of the free stuff as I can and then cry when really cute Exclusive Events happen and have really cute cosmetics that you either have to pay for outright (During the Disney Frozen Event, they had Elsa and Anna Suits that you could only get by paying outright) or that you have to pay real money to get because unless you just never buy anything ever and save up over 10,000 premium currency for almost a year. The last time I even got CLOSE to getting all the drops I wanted on a Disney Event was with the Little Mermaid and Cinderella event and I basically got JUST enough to be able to piece the full suits together without actually owning all the suit parts (I’m missing little things like earrings or background items but I have the main components like Ariel’s hair and dress and Cinderella’s hair, dress, slippers, and the carriage.) Like, I know it’s a tangent but it’s kind of sad that really cute items are locked behind a paywall and if you’re a newbie that just heard about the game then you’ll NEVER be able to get these items again. IDK, that just leaves a bad taste in my mouth and I hate games that do that. I’m just REALLY not a fan of artificial scarcity and gambling lite as money-making tools. It’s also why I’m really mad over things like Amiibos and Pop! figures. It’s just Beanie babies all over again. Nintendo could make as many amiibos as they wanted up until everyone had one and then stop making them. Then they could do a rerelease 20 years later when new people are born that don’t have them yet. Instead they release a limited amount, sit on a bunch, wait for scalpers and collectors to buy, and then they sometimes decide to rerelease the item when it’s really rare and really in demand because scalpers are bumping the price up for them. IDK, I know there’s nothing wrong with trying to maximize profits or whatever because we live in a capitalist society and until that stops, people just have to do whatever it takes to make money and if artificial scarcity works for your profit margins, I can’t blame people or companies for doing that because that’s just how capitalism works. But I’m the sort of person that thinks that if a thing exists in abundance or can be produced in abundance and people want that thing, people should be able to get that thing. The NFC tags/chips are small, easily mass produced, and easily programmed with a piece of equipment that’s not too hard to get. (There is literally a market for spoofed chips) People were spoofing amiibo to get early access to content in games that already existed but wasn’t accessible because the amiibo wasn’t released yet. Nintendo could do what they did for Animal Crossing and just sell amiibo cards at a discount and then collectors could buy the figures while people that just want the content can buy the cards. They could still massively upcharge for figures and make money on the market for cards (especially since the cards are small and easily lost or damaged, the demand would always be there.) Instead they just run on artificial scarcity and relying on people’s fear of missing out to fuel sales. That’s why I’m really interested in a so-called “programmable amiibo” coming out that would let you use an app on your phone to spoof NFC chips. As it is, Nintendo has a stranglehold on the amiibo market so they can charge whatever they want for you to be able to access content that already exists in a game you own using a resource they deliberately make scarce so they can charge whatever they want. There’s literally a thriving market for “custom Amiibo cards” and people just politely don’t ask about whether the chips are spoofed or not because “I’m paying for the custom art, not the chip, haha.” Like, not to be anti-capitalist on main but, uh… gatcha markets and collectors markets are very coercive and I do not vibe with that and I would much rather live in a world where as long as the resources for something exists, people should be able to get it. I have just… never vibed with limited edition anything or region exclusive anything. Unless there’s a reason other than “I just want to coerce people to give me more money” to limit who has access to a resource, I don’t believe things like that should be limited. That’s why I love libraries and things like that~ IDK this was such a weird tangent I’m so sorry, but yes, thank you for the Mirage art! It’s very cute~

#submissions #submission #Letters from Annon Guy #Long post #rant #in which I discuss breadpill things #anyway #Marta Lualdi #Emil Castagnier