#you’re writing for humans who live in the same world as you do they’ll have the same knowledge of how things work

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere kny but make them turn into cats

I love love love this idea

It's one of my favorite fanfic setups

And I think maybe I’ll just make this a full-on series 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You are single, living in a house all by yourself

When suddenly you come across a large black cat with magenta eyes

“Awww, aren’t you a special baby!” 

This cat walks into your life and refuses to leave

No like literally you see him around when you leave your day job at the beginning of the week

In the middle he’s walking you home 

And by the end he’s meowing at you to let him inside when you come home

He’s demanding and kind of entitled but boy does he love the attention you give him

If you guessed this is none other than Muzan Kibitsuji 

After realizing he’s been reduced to nothing but an average cat he has been trying to establish a way of life

He stalked you intensely before he decided to pick you

Blaming cat instincts when he has a strong urge to stay by your side

And for a while he gets just that 

Waiting diligently for you outside your work and what not

You both have a routine where you two would head to your work together, go home together, and cuddle

Of course this changes when you scoop up two peculiar kittens 

A burgundy short-hair and a black shorthair with an ombre orange and pink colored tail

Its Tanjiro and Nezuko! 

As the babies they get special treatment immediately upsetting Muzan 

Recognizing who they are he’s immediately going to try and kill them

But guess who gets the boot if he so much as raises a claw at them

“Bad Magenta, I will not tolerate this kind of behavior! You can come outside your room when you decide to behave.”

And because this demon king still wants his cuddles he’ll exist with those two since he has to

Funnily enough he’s not going to keep trying to kill them but instead work to discredit them 

Someone knocked over vase you just bought

it wasn’t ‘Magenta’ who was playing with the shards no no 

It was those naughty kittens

The same can’t be said for Tanjiro & Nezuko 

At least for the first couple weeks they are very intent on killing the demon cat

Only for him to dodge and cuddle into you to escape their best attempts 

“Aww Magenta? You don’t want to play with the babies? But they are calling for you so cutely, just look at them!” 

Eventually they’ll realize just how weak they are as kittens and that the demon king won’t do anything while you’re in the picture so guess what

It's back to training! 

“Aww Sparks is doing lil’ push-ups, I need to get my phone!” 

And after awhile you once again fall into a rhythm with all three cats beginning to relate to each other more than they will ever admit 

And they all agreed that they strictly will write off any grounds of friendship when they get back to their world 

But until then…

Don’t make too big a deal out of it when you see the siblings curl up beside the older cat

Or when Magenta carries the kittens to the cat tree to groom them

From there both sides demons and demon-slayers appear in their cat forms before distributing them to your neighbors, family, and friends only allowed to visit occasionally

To even the score though I can see you taking in at least one more kitten and one more older cat

Maybe Rui as the kitten, and Giyuu Tomioka as the other adult cat

And while I don’t think they’ll immediately get along they’ll eventually understand it's no use trying to kill anyone

…at least not any of them that have been turned into cats

The other humans in this world are completely free game: 

“How long have you been able to do that?”

It was late in the night and you were long since passed out along with the kittens who could stay asleep. Meanwhile Giyuu Tomioka stared intensely at the male with cat-like appendages as he flexed his hands and arms. When he saw the other adult cat writhing on top of his typical resting place on the fridge, he was silently hoping he was dying. Apparently he was just preparing to make this massive change, that just might destroy the harmony that everyone was used to. The water pillar sat in a tense position as he watched Muzan relearn to use his legs, quietly padding around the room picking up the objects of your home. 

“Just recently.” 

“Why?” 

Based on their timeline Muzan was the first to arrive so this would mean that Tanjiro and Nezuko would be next. Deep blue eyes flickered to your bedroom where you laid with three kittens– a burgundy one, a black one with an ombre tail, and white one with red spots–all curled up together against your side. There was nothing stopping him from doing the worst to you and the kittens. 

“I have been craving to settle a score with someone here…do you remember their landlord?”

The black cat nodded. The old man was nauseating to be around he smelt of hotdog water with a whiff of sewage. Before they had apparently been adopted in your care the old geezer would allow himself into your place obsessively running his hands along your furniture before inviting himself to go through your dirty laundry. Against Giyuu's better judgement he didn’t stop Tanjiro who left quite a few scratches on his leg before being flung away. At the time the hashira didn’t dare act as he feared his own well being but immediately regretted it when he heard the pained mewing of his recruit. And it was none other than the demon king himself who led the charge calling out to him as he stood in front of the kitten. Unfortunately after that the landlord threatened to evict you if the cats weren’t removed you refused and instead were met with the temper tantrum. The consensus in the old man's mind being that he murder them himself; claiming they were vermin and it was his job to remove them anyway.

“I do//”

“We’d be allowed to stay if the Land lord’s..estranged son were to take over couldn’t we.”

Gyuu’s pointed ears perked up, cocking his head at the implication. He didn’t approve, after all he’s dealt with ignorant people that he nonetheless still had to save. He jumped from his place on the coffee-table to stand on guard in front of the door. 

“Don’t do this. If you do this you can’t go back!//” He exclaimed in his monotone mews as the cat-man proceeded to unlock the door. To halt him the former demon slayer cat swiped at his feet, momentarily triumphant as the cat man flinched back away from the door only to bend down lifting the cat into the air. His hold was firm and not careless; forcing the cat into a frozen state as he came to a realization. If a demon must kill to be sated why not let it feed on the ones that were essentially the same. For good measure the man with magenta cat-eyes looked unblinking into the dark-blue eyes of the cat.

“Don’t you want me to protect (Y/n)? To protect the kittens? To protect our peace?”

Hearing nothing from the previously vocal cat Muzan placed him back on the floor before heading out the door, beelining towards the landlord’s residence just beneath your apartment. 

When Muzan made the move to militarize his newfound cat claws effectively spraying his naked form with the warm blood of the flailing man. He looked boredly at the gorish gunk on his hands noting the different level of power he now had; it wasn’t close to his previous power but it was something. As he began to carry out his plan, planting evidence and washing himself he came to a conclusion…

“It's nice fighting for someone. I'll be sure to do it again soon.”

#yandere x reader x yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yandere #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere demon slayer #yandere kny #yandere cats #yandere kny cats #kny cats #kimetsunoyaiba #yandere x darling #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere demon x reader #yandere cat cliche #yandere male #yandere tanjiro kamado #yandere tanjiro #yandere muzan kibitsuji #yandere muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #yandere neko

[saintvainglorious]

Fics I Enjoyed September-October

10 fics total. Includes fics from the following fandoms: Black Sails, Harry Potter

Away Childish Things by lettered/@letteredlettered Harry Potter | Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 154k | Teen & Up

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

Elective Affinities by Caecelia Harry Potter | Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 86k (WIP) | Mature

It's 1976, and a strange new transfer student is about to turn Severus Snape's life on its head . . .

What We Pretend We Cannot See by gyzym/@gyzym Harry Potter | Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 131k | Mature

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

where there's a will by aloneintherain/@captainkirkk Harry Potter | Gen | 8k | Teen & Up

Harry writes the first draft of his will when he’s fourteen.

Princes of the New World by x_etoile_x/@etoilesombre Black Sails | James Flint/John Silver | 38k | Explicit

“This is your plan?” Flint sneers, looking at Silver like he’d expected no better. “Hiding below decks like a rat?” “Now Captain, that’s unkind,” Silver pouts, trying to hide his hurt behind teasing reproach. All day he has tried to match Flint, to fight alongside him though he is ill-suited to it, and it has earned him nothing but disdain. Now it’s time to do things his way for a while. “Like a stowaway, at least.” After they have taken the warship and been cast out of the crew, Flint and Silver are forced to contend with each other and the nature of their relationship.

Far From the Tree by aideomai Harry Potter | Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 112k | Explicit

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

Eager for the Sky by oknowkiss/@oknowkiss Harry Potter | Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 35k | Mature

It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast. A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup. In which Harry is Hogwarts' star Seeker, Draco is on the bench, and they both have a thing or two to learn about playing for the same team.

Like Lightning at Your Fingertips by potterwatch Harry Potter | Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 43k | Teen & Up

The problem with living with another insomniac is, eventually, they find out you’re one, too. When Harry and Draco return for their eighth year, they think they’ll see very little of each other. Then McGonagall assigns them to room together. And the castle starts breaking. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.

Three's Family by darkbluedark Harry Potter | James Potter/Lily Evans | 19k | Teen & Up

It’s May 1979 and the Order has just apprehended a pair of mysterious wizards who look remarkably like a Potter and a Malfoy. Naturally, James Potter and Sirius Black are called in to identify the strangely familiar strangers and determine their backgrounds and loyalties. (This would be a lot easier if their captives weren’t convinced everyone they talk to is dead. It would also be easier if they didn’t spend half their bloody time bickering.)

The Bolthole by aideomai and Tepre/@tepre Harry Potter | Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 54k | Explicit

Harry is a hoarder, Draco is grief-stricken, and both are capable human adults who can definitely spend a month in a cottage in the Cotswolds together without ever talking about the time they slept together in eighth year. Yeah, no, totally.

#fic recs #fanfiction #harry potter #black sails #guys Away Childish Things What We Pretend We Cannot See and Far From the Tree ANNIHILATED ME #i was dead gone d e c e a s e d #finished those fics and just. did not know what to do with myself i was (am) a broken woman #Eager for the Sky made me laugh so hard was literally cackling in the subway as strangers side-eyed me #can't believe in the month of october that i joined drarry nation this was an unexpected plot twist #but like its refreshing sometimes to hop into big fandoms bc there'll be fanfic magnum opuses around every corner #usually i find a True Mahstahpiece every few months or so and this month i've read multiple IN A ROW wild. thanks drarry nation #(also can't believe i read a snarry fic but the worldbuilding the plot the intrigue the prose it was REALLY GOOD #also they're the same age in the fic. but even if they weren't. purity culture is ded babieee) #(dead like my heart oof)

[punmasterkentparson]

Top 10 Favorite Things I’ve Written (In Order of Publication, Oldest to Newest)

10.  (I’m) Stuck On Your Amber Lips (Oct. 2016)

It’s self-contained and kinda cheesy, which is exactly my speed. I like taking one or two running gags and using them as a metaphor to tie the whole story together. Alexei struggling to speak his second language while being perfectly eloquent in his head pops up in a lot of my stories.

9. All My Friends Are Here (Dec. 2016)

I challenged myself to write a 4-way polyamorous one-shot. It’s good to challenge yourself in fiction. And because of this fic, I got to write more with Jack/Tater, which was a TREAT.

8. The Legend of Kent Parson’s Sex Hair  (Dec. 2016)

The line “ You look like you got debauched in the back row of a Beyonce concert. Twice.” came from Tumblr, but the other lines were all me. I’m particularly proud because I’m hella aroace and don’t find people sexy, lol.

7. An Ocean Getaway (With Rum) (Dec. 2016)

Billionaires shouldn’t be allowed to exist, but I still like writing the “sugar daddy” trope, even if this isn’t QUITE that. It fulfills the dual fantasy of having someone trustworthy with a shitton of money take care of you, and being that person with a shitton of money so you can take care of someone you care about. I like writing this AU of Kent and Alexei because there’re pretty stable, mature adults. They talk, they don’t get jealous or have shame about who they are or the sex they like.

6. You’re My Open Road (Feb. 2017)

This 10k oneshot came from a 3-day weekend spent on my sofa drinking coffee and clicking my way down highways on Google Street View. I’d never put so much effort into researching a fic before, but it was fun as hell. It was also the easiest fic I’ve ever written; once I got on a roll, the words just came out.

5. Hooked On Feelings (Feb. 2018)

I do a lot of cat rescue and this came from my experience with that. It was also hilarious to write about rescuing a cat from the perspective of a guy who doesn’t GET cats. I love Monster (the cat). 

4. Bare (Aug. 2018)

I never broke rules as a kid. I never took risks, never snuck out of the house or did anything that could get me in trouble. Being a teenager was hard enough so I don’t know if I wish I had. There are things that you can’t tell the adults in your life, things you’re going through that only the people who are going through it too can understand. I tried to write more for this but I think I liked it better as a oneshot. It leaves the door open for a happier ending than I think I could write.

3. The Corner Caved In (Sept. 2019)

My first (but not last) crossover with the Detroit: Become Human universe. I like how Kent came out in this: no bravado, scared shitless of his own activism. It was also fun to play with two fully-developed universes and see how they came out.

2. vampire weekend (March 2019)

Normalizing and adding bureaucracy to fantasy and horror is something I don’t do often, mainly because I end up thinking TOO hard about it and spending more time on world-building than writing. I enjoyed writing the magnetism of Kent-the-vampire in this, contrasted with his casual attitude. And having Kent speak Russian allowed me to write Alexei without the wall of second language struggles, so he spoke fluently on his own terms.

1. but the cat came back (Oct. 2019)

What I like about horror is exploring the trade-offs that people are willing to make, and what in their lives is important enough that they’ll make the exchange.

Honorable Mention:

Cliff’s Edge (Oct. 2016)

This is the the only multi-chapter fic I have. It’s intimidatingly massive. It’s not finished, likely because I’m working through the same kind of grief and frustration for a lost life as Alexei. A the time of writing chapter 13, I sitll didn’t know what the source was. Now I know it’s because I’m trans and autistic, and I’ll never get back my childhood or young adulthood. Grief is a process, and it’s hard to write about a character coming out the other side when you haven’t done that yet, either. Hopefully, 2023 will be the year.

Hope you liked the list. Thanks for all the support over the years. I feel like I still have some fics to finish, so keep checking back (or go to AO3 and subscribe for updates) to see what’s new.

#patater #parswoops #kent parson #alexei mashkov #fanfic #check please

[eltramuffinz]

Alrighty, for those who were interested in it, this one’s for you.

Introducing… the summary of my future Itto x Reader fic!

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Like a Bull in a Kimono Shop (An Arataki Itto x Reader story)

This is the story of a human and an oni.

Meet Reader, although they usually go by the nickname Weaver. Weaver is a person of Watatsumi Island, born and raised on the island of coral and pearls.

A few years after the end of the civil war between Watatsumi and Narukami and the termination of the Vision Hunt Decree, Weaver bravely made the decision to move to Narukami so they could follow their passion.

Just what is their passion? It’s kimonos! That’s why they feel so incredibly lucky they managed to earn a job working for Ms Ogura, the city’s best kimono maker and designer.

But things aren’t all happy for them. Scars have been left on Weaver from the civil war, and attitudes of those of Narukami towards those of Watatsumi are mixed at best. Despite negotiations between the two islands resolving and moving forward towards peace between the two cultures, tensions and deep-set attitudes are hard to simply erase.

Feeling often like a fish out of water, far from home and those of their culture, it could be said that Weaver has forgotten what it means to truly smile.

Meet Arataki Itto, a crimson oni known by a list of titles and nicknames so long that it would be a tremendous task to list them all, but his favourite is undoubtedly Arataki ‘Head Honcho of the Arataki Gang’ Itto!

The oni’s ultimate goal in life is simple: show the world that his kind aren’t the evil demons that prejudiced perspectives and stories would have the humans believe, and that their kinds can live in harmony and mutual respect.

Over the years his influence has been noticeable; he is celebrated as a hero by the blue oni race for bringing them out of hiding, and helping them to establish a village of their own in the Inazuman wilderness.

As for the humans… well, they still need a bit more work in his opinion. Mark his words though, he won’t rest until every human in Inazuma knows just how awesome the oni are!

It might have been a few years since the Vision Hunt Decree ended, but if asked, his second in command Kuki Shinobu would tell you that Itto really hasn’t changed all that much since then.

He’s still the same goofy, fun-loving, somewhat-of-a-delinquent oni (his words not hers).

At the end of the day he has big ambitions at heart, but nothing brings Itto more happiness than making people smile.

Both Weaver and Itto face similar challenges of being viewed as ‘different’ in their day to day lives. But, with the support of each other and their friends, perhaps they can manage to navigate the ever-changing social environment within the Nation of Eternity.

Maybe they can even manage to save the nation from certain doom as an ancient power threatens to tear the Three Realms of Teyvat apart at the seams in the process.

But that’s jumping the gun just a tad.

This is the story of a human and an oni. One that explores the juxtaposition yet fundamental parallelism of two different two souls trying to find and accept their identity.

And just maybe… they’ll fall in love along the way.

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Soooo what do you think! The fic will be coming… at an unforeseeable time in the future 😭 I’m sorryyyy I’m hyped to write it myself, but as always, reality and work has to be a thing 💔

I’m still happy to finally show you all this summary, and I hope that you’re looking forward to it in the future! 💚

#itto x reader #i just want itto fluff #genshin impact itto x reader #arataki itto genshin #itto fanfiction #arataki itto x reader

[broken-clover]

So I hadn’t intended to take a break from writing, but apparently my job decided I’m doing a stupid amount of hours. So today’s is not only late but a little shorter. ‘Panic’ is an open-ended prompt, but I associated it with fears and went in that kind of a direction. This one’s also technically Sinbed but you could also read it as just a good friendship if you’re not especially into that.

Putting in a veeeery heavy warning for suicide discussion, again, it’s nothing graphic, but it is talked about openly, and I don’t want that to take anybody by surprise

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The ability to read another’s mind is truly the cruelest gift one could be given.

Do you know what your mother is afraid of, Sin? More than anything in the world? Oh, of course, she has plenty of fears, plural, but do you know what tops them all? Being killed for what she is? Losing everything? Losing you?

She is afraid of watching your father die.

Even moreso, she’s terrified of watching him wither away. She’s happy he isn’t human anymore, and she feels guilty about it. But it’s a relief to her, in an odd way. The Gear cells will keep him young, keep him healthy, keep his mind intact. She doesn’t have to watch him succumb to dementia. She won’t have to look at him one day and have him wonder if she’s a niece or cousin whose name has slipped his mind, or a demon he should have killed if his elderly hand didn’t tremble from the weight of a sword. Every so often, the nightmare putters off to a corner of her mind, but something always makes it come back. I always know when it comes back.

I can hear them all. If I put all my strength into blocking them out, it’s enough, but it’s a constant, exhausting effort. Their thoughts bleed into mine. I’ve gotten better at pruning them apart. At first, I had a tendency to blur my world and theirs, until I realized I don’t have a boss that may secretly be planning on killing me, or a distant wife whom I fear will leave me for the handsome electrician who fixes my porch lamps. But their feelings are all the same. They whimper. They scream. It doesn’t matter how rational or irrational they may be, everyone has a little secret terror in the back of their mind that they just can’t ever seem to shoo away forever.

Some of them, I’ll admit, are somewhat ridiculous. Those Secret Service-types that have been coming by are riddled with them. Is it an American thing? A cultural divide? How shallow. The big one with the coffin is afraid of aliens. He thinks they’ll have laser weapons and use humans for gardening soil. The woman with the dog is afraid of having her vacation hours cut.

I don’t like your grandfather. If I tried to pity him, I know it would only make him despise me more. He cares about you, you know, in his own bizarre way. He’s afraid I’m going to do something bad to you, but doesn’t know how to make me go away without it upsetting you. He wants what’s best for you, but he knows that he has no idea what that is, or how to do it. That tends to be when he leaves. He can’t stand to look at you, can’t stand to acknowledge that he’s failing you, so he thinks everything will be better if he takes himself out of the equation altogether.

Ah. My mistake, I took a tangent. Your grandfather, your ‘Old Man.’ Flame of Corruption, God of War, Sol Badguy. What an ironic thing, that a nigh-invulnerable being is so terrified of living. He’s had nearly two centuries to think of ways to try and kill himself. You and your father and your mother frighten him, not because he doesn’t want the responsibility, but because he can’t convince himself that living is a choice. He makes excuses in weeks and months and on-a-dime promises- after this bounty, after he visits your mother one last time, when this beer is finished, maybe after one more drink, isn’t it going to be spring soon? He was always a fan of rhubarb, maybe it would be worth it to wait and see how it tastes this year.

Your father is afraid for you. It’s tacky, but it’s true. He has nightmares about things happening to you, actual nightmares. I told myself I wasn’t going to get involved with peoples’ dreams anymore, but sometimes I just can’t help myself. Nobody can convince him you’re ever completely safe. Someone wants his baby dead, but he doesn’t know who it is. That’s why he always sleeps better when you stay at the castle.

The second king, at least, is honest. There are many things I despise about that tacky, self-important blowhard, but he doesn’t pretend he isn’t exactly that. And he doesn’t pretend that the lives of others aren’t painfully, painfully important to him. You know he’s broken, don’t you? Anyone could see it. They just don’t want to look. Illyria wants a king. They don’t want a battered veteran who cries himself to sleep in his own grief. He still sends letters to the widows. The guilt never lessens.

The third. I hate him even more. And yet, I pity him. The walls he has put up work too well. How many know what the war took from him? Of course, everyone lost something in the crusades. But he has nothing. Any relatives that weren’t stabbed or maimed or slaughtered or eaten alive didn’t last long. They threw themselves off cliffs, or drank until their insides rotted, or flew headfirst into fights they couldn’t win and didn’t want to. The stony face protects him. Suicide runs in the family. He’s desperate to not take after his father.

Elphelt doesn’t want to be alone. She doesn’t want to disappear and have nobody notice.

Ramlethal wants things to make sense, to have a reason for it all, or else she’s going to drown in an endless series of choices that don’t even matter.

The pirate is just waiting for something to go wrong, because he has nine little girls, and he knows there’s one day he won’t be able to keep his eyes on all of them until it’s too late. The blood mage is waiting for the pirate to leave, because they’re convinced one day he’ll wake up and realize he could do better. The little girl in the orange hat doesn’t want anyone to know that she likes girls as much as she likes boys.

Sometimes I don’t like it when you hug me. You squeeze too hard, and it digs into my ribs. How often do I have to remind you how strong you are? But…other times, I let you do it anyway. I know you need the security. You need to feel like you aren’t a monster. And monsters don’t have friends, do they? They don’t have families or friends or loved ones. It’s a silly line of logic, I know you think that, but it’s enough for the time being. I can always hear the way your stormy thoughts quiet down and just focus on where we are. Just you and I, cozy and safe. A momentary peace of mind.

Sore ribs. It’s a cheap price to pay for that. I just wish it lasted longer.

#Suicide #Frog Writes #guilty gear #febuwhump #sinbed

[pokemonbiologyirlthetabletop]

Pyukumuku (#771)

Holothorunna parva

Pyukumuku, the Sea Cucumber Pokémon. This adorable Pokémon is capable of spitting out its organs, which can take different shapes such as a fist! Watch out! If you accidentally step on one of these guys, it will smack you with its fist-shaped organs!When it’s on land, its body is coated in a viscous fluid that allows it to remain on land without drying out. This same fluid is used in traditional medicines as a moisturizer.  

This tiny adorable menace averages at 1 ft tall (0.3 M) and 2.6 pounds (1.2 kg).

Habitat: They are mostly found in the warm, sunlit waters of the Pacific Ocean. Pyukumukus are often on land, either beaches or rocky outcroppings, and in shallow waters. Please note, that while they are definitely sea cucumbers, they are not a universal replacement for all sea cucumbers, and there are still going to be many other species of sea cucumbers.

Life Cycles: Pyukumukus mate fairly randomly with other Pokémon. There doesn’t seem to be any particular courtship rituals, just whichever mate that’s around that they tolerate enough to make babies with. When they do lay eggs, Pyukumukus will lay eggs into the 200s at a time, which is about once a year during the fall. These tiny eggs will hatch in the winter (when oxygen levels are at their highest in the water) as an equally tiny Pyukumuku. They reach sexual maturity when they are at level 15.

As indicated by their reproductive rates, Pyukumukus are eaten by a lot of things, which explains their quick tempers and willingness to punch things.

Pyukumukus are known to live up to 10 years in captivity!

Behavior: Pyukumukus are finicky little guys that don’t like their spikes or its mouth touched, and will probably punch you for this transgression. Which is valid of it, enforcing its boundaries like that. Outside of this, as long as you’re respectful of its boundaries, Pyukumuku are quite excellent critters to have around as pets and household companions.

Diet: Pyukumukus mostly eat sponges and algae. If you have one as a pet, be sure to get specialty Pyukumuku food available at your local pet store.

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship with Humans: Often found on beaches in the pacific ocean, Pyukumuku can become a small hazard to beach-goers who aren’t looking where they walk. Inhabitants are familiar with their antics and know to toss Pyukumukus back into the ocean when they’re looking a bit thin (or immediately when they wash up on shore), but tourists tend not to like them, creating a need for part-time Pyukumuku-Chucking jobs during the height of tourist season.

Pyukumukus are very meme-able Pokémon in this world. They’re cute, they’ll punch you, and they’re a tiny menace to warm beaches everywhere. In the obligatory Beach Episode of an anime, there’s usually a Pyukumuku gag. At the beaches they inhabit, vendors often sell Pyukumuku merchandise, including the always popular “I was punched by a Pyukumuku!” t-shirts. They are quintessential to the Pacific Islands, and are often taken home as pets.

As trainer companions well, they can fight, but most folks with Pyukumukus aren’t using them for combat. They’re generally seen as seaside pets and tiny menaces, not battle companions. Still, folks have a love-hate relationship with them, and they’ve captured the hearts of many all over the globe.

Classification: Holothorunna parva. The genus name “Holothorunna” is a combination of “Holothuroidea” (the Class that is sea cucumbers) and “Jorunna” (the genus name for the “sea bunny”, an unrelated sea slug that Pyukumuku bears design resemblance to), and its species epithet “parva” means “small” and is also the species epithet for the sea bunny.

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[sindirimba]

truly though, being a nile fan in this fandom is routinely irritating as fuck. sometimes it’s like daily that people will post about the movie and not mention her at all (she’ll be tagged a lot of times though. thanks). it’s almost daily that people write things where she’s barely a character in her own right. that’s not nile, that’s a reader insert reacting to a hot yaoi ship. when there is something posted about her, edits or meta or what the hell ever, you’re gonna have a safe bet if you put money down on her being portrayed as a generic white young millennial girl. she can’t take care of herself? she’s not used to living in the real world making decisions and actively participating in her own life? what movie did you watch? the number of times i’ve seen something and mumbled under my breath some variation on, “there is no way nile was ever allowed to get away with not knowing how to do _fill in thing here_” and of course nile is supposed to be relatable, but the way she’s relatable isn’t that she’s a blank character, but that’s she a character you could see yourself in, could see yourself knowing. i’ve known girls a lot like her! i relate to her like that. because she’s a human character with realistic human ways about her. i don’t understand how people don’t find her relatable, but clearly a lot of people do not.

it’s just exhausting and especially recently it’s been particularly obvious people are only here for j/n, and maybe they’ll mention how hot charlize is, but that’s pretty much it. and because this is what most people are into and what the most popular people in fandom are into, it feeds on itself and just takes over everything.

but what can you do, right? you can’t make people be interested in what they’re not interested in. and i’ve seen what happens when people who don’t really care about nile try to act like they do, and no thanks. all i do is complain with my friends and try to work up the motivation to create stuff i’m interested in. but it’s frustrating, dude. it’s frustrating.

(in needs to be clearly stated, the cultural reason for all this is specifically misogynoir. you can't talk about racism in the broad nonspecific way people do because nile is a black female character and that affects the way people react to her. fandom will talk a lot about racism with regards to joe, but you just can’t apply that same lens to nile, if you’re even inclined to look at her at all)

#trying out those rb controls for once #tog

[sharplikenedge]

Character name: Kilian

Transgender male.

Age: 23

Character biography: (TW: DEATH, TW: CANNIBALISM MENTION)

Kilian lived inside the walls of a town, with an upper society living up in high places and poor living in the slums. Yet, after finding out they won’t be able to feed as many people, due to a shortage of stocks, half of the poor were dragged into a place called ‘underground’, which is under the town on a latched doorway, only sunlight they’ll see is from a pit.

They weren’t fed, had water from the rain, and were on the verge of starving to death. His mother and brother were the first to go, their death took a toll on him and Kilian was devastated, only his father and him having to survive.

It was like a plague as one by one people began to die. His father became insane, having to lose so much, he decided to kill his son, trying to eat him for food. Kilian had no choice but to kill his own father with a rock, he was 10 years old at the time. Another two years pass, and the latch of the underground opens…

Kilian is the only one who survived the massacre. Taking pity and still having a judgment on him, he was dragged out of his own dungeon and thrown out of the town and into the forest. Half dead he was, Kilian travels. He swore to take his revenge. At the age of 15, Kilian finds a demon along his journey, he asks the entity to help him seek out the revenge he promised to bring.

The demon agreed but with one payment in mind.  After 10 years from now, the demon will come and collect his soul. Kilian agrees. The town in which he was born was burned to ashes and people from around would talk about the demon child who sought out his revenge.

World history: (TW: DISCRIMINATION, Tw Racism)

Survival. One cannot live in the dark brutal world without dirtying their hands, doesn’t matter if you’re a child or an elder, to live, you must throw away your humanity.

That is what the humans did.

To survive they destroyed ancient cities and enslaved many creatures. Magic is banned from society and if they did find anyone who practices such art were to be turned in with a reward. Those magic users were killed off, but the humans would brush that fact under the rug, erasing their existence. Creatures who weren’t humans are enslaved to do their bindings, picked by their masters. Their culture, languages, etc. Destroyed. The Law of the land states they cannot read, speak, and write.

The exceptions of dark beings that live in the forest, for humans cannot venture into their lands and it is considered to be dangerous.

All of this started from greed by kings, generations passed down, and still continues till this day.

Personality:

He’s a cunning and downright backstabber. most who speak about him always say never to trust him, knowing that he would go around and hurt them. He is known to steal from the rich, and always looking for money. Kilian is quite the charmer in the given situation, (which is all the time for his own safety), trying to butter someone up for information or having two faces has its pros and cons after all. He’ll take advantage as long as it won’t kill him.

Yet, behind that mysterious look and cunning personality, Kilian is known to be a kind gentle soul to those whom he deemed worthy. He doesn’t show this side, only for a few he has been known for a long time. He is still cunning, and sassy, with a strange calming personality to both. Usually, the side he’ll show to those who are in the same situation as he is, children are in the category of his gentle side. Known to donate money to orphanages, knowing well of the pain those individuals went through.  

Even if there is a law against the magic users, Kilian is not known to turn them in, even if it is considered money, instead, he’ll hunt only for loyalty. Turning them to the demons to strip away their bodies. His hatred towards them is much greater than anything, even money itself. Yet, he’ll wear his mask, enjoying tormenting them, destroying them from the inside and out. Usually disguises himself as a helper for traveling individuals who need a bodyguard.

Weapons/important items:

Speedy with his arrows. Almost to the point, people mistake it as non-human, and has the nickname of “the forest ghost”.

excellent marks man, along with hand to hand combat.

Weapons:

Hidden dagger at his wrist.

Arrow and bow.

Story:

The world is divided into 10 kingdoms, 5 for humans, and 5 for magics and creatures alike. After 1000 years ago with war with the darkness, the 10 kingdoms all but cast away the beast into the far side of the world, making sure they’ll never be seen again, sealed away behind the cold tundra. But everything changed when humans became greedy. Wanting more land, and fear of those who are powerful than they are. In came the 50-year war. Both sides fought to the bitter end, and both sides lost many when the time was about to run out, the humans were approached by a stranger in a cloak, they spoke of the turning event, and all they asked it to kill the light kingdom and he would make sure to bring a cavalry to defeat the rest. So in agreement, it was done. The light was last to be burned, the king lost his life, not until he made sure his daughter was safe, asking two of his trusted warriors to escape with her.

No one knew what happened to her, alive or dead?? It's been 30 years since, and not a whisper to be heard.

The calvary, as spoke, joined among the 5 kingdoms of humans and became the top generals of the unit. Although… no one heard about their origin, as if mysterious, they all but appeared out of nowhere. Aiding the humans in need, the humans, on the other hand, didn’t know they were already surrounded by darkness…

[sillygooseun]

okay so since i haven’t posted much recently, i have a lot to share bc i’m. Like That™️ :D

anyway so i work at a small newspaper stand and occasionally they’ll let me edit or write pieces for the article! anyway, the other day, i was talking to one of my coworkers (omg i sound so adult) about hair dye/styles, and how different hairstyle/hair color means you’re often treated differently. (basically this post here) and our editor happened to walk by and here some of what i was saying, and he goes “Hey, you’re really passionate about that. I like it! Write this down, because even if it doesn’t make it into the paper, I want it in my office.” so of course i was all like “Okay! I’ll get right to it then!” so anyway i just thought that since i shared that post i wanted to also share what i wrote (it didn’t end up in the paper, but he actually pinned it on his wall!!! i’m so so proud!)

WARNING IT IS REALLY LONG SO DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THROUGH A LONG ARTICLE!!!

Hair dye. One of the many wonders of our world. You can look the way you want, because you have the power to choose. I’ve always loved the idea of dyeing my hair, and I’ve been dyeing it since i was 13 years old. Something that I’ve learned along the way is that people tend to treat you differently based on your hair color. A lot of people like to say the phrase “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Except for the fact that a lot of the time, the people saying this are only saying it for their benefit. It is an intrinsically human behaviour to judge and feel judged. Now, you may be reading this going “Well, that’s only some people, because I would never judge anyone!” But thats where you’re wrong, and you know it. When we see other people, oftentimes our first thought is something bad. For example; “She should get a nose job,” or “That color does not look good on her.” We all judge people, even if we don’t realise it, because we live in a society where it’s normal to do so. But if you don’t think judging people is a horrible thing to do, I’m sure you’re going to be convinced by the end of this article.

I’ve been pushed around all my life. By bigger, older people, by boys, by girls, by adults. And I’ve never felt as though it was a bad thing, because I was told that every kid my age goes through it. But when I found out this wasn’t true, I was furious. Rage can feel different sometimes, and this time it felt like betrayal. It also felt sad, and cruel. I couldn’t help but think, “Why didn’t they just tell me? Why didn’t they do anything?” I know now that they couldn’t. Or, perhaps “wouldn’t” is a better choice of word. When I found out that I was being pushed around more than others, I felt out of place, and unnatural. A month after I had turned 13, I decided to dye my hair a bright purple color. I was treated 10 times worse than I had been with my natural, brunette hair. So I continued to dye my hair every color under the sun, when I realised that it was useless. At 14, I dyed my hair platinum blonde. I was treated better than I was before. My hair grew out, and I kept it blonde until I was 16. I felt more confident, less unsure of who I am, or where my place was. But everyone seemed to put me in this box. My male teachers started dumbing down subjects for me when I asked a question. Boys at school (whom I’ve known for years) started telling me I couldn’t play football with them. I was told that I “dont even know who that is” when wearing a sports jersey. I got tired of being talked to as if I’m stupid and worthless.

My mom is someone who I’ve always been close to, always looked up to. My mom has red hair, and when I was 16, I dyed my hair the same shade as hers. As you should know, girls are a little more matured at 16. Well, a 16 year old with red hair is apparently a target for older men. I was stared at by men twice my age at the gas station, the grocery store, and I was suddenly more liked by boys at school. At the time I had thought it was a normal thing, that all girls go through this. When I was talking to my friend about it I realised this was something that wasn’t happening to her. I was confused, and angry with myself for not realising. I let the red fade out of my hair, and gave it some time to go back to its natural color.

My hair healed from the chemicals in the hair dye. I was not treated as bad as I was with colored hair, not talked to as dumb as I was with blonde hair, and not sexualised the way I was with red hair. I could simply be, and that was enough for a while. Until I got bored of being normal, and dyed it again. I was called “an attention seeker” by classmates, friends, and even family. I’ve learned now to ignore them, because even though my hair is different, I’m not. I want anyone with dyed hair to know that you are still you. Unless you’re not. Some people are changing and some aren’t, and that’s okay! I’m 18 now, with green hair, and suddenly I’m “cool” and “edgy.” I don’t care what people think I am, because I know who I am. And I hope that you, dear reader, can also someday know what it’s like to know who you are.

#my writing #hair dye #dyed hair #newspaper #empowerment #let me know if this is good i wanna be a journalist and this is the closest i can get for now :) #so someone tell me how i did thanks! #ALSO feel free to comment on any errors in grammar/spelling/punctuation that you notice!!!

[kidgamble]

a drunken letter to all my exes

Kid Gamble

 We’ll Be Together Again - McCoy Tyner

Okay, put down the tissue box or keep writing the angry text you’re writing, because if you don’t like me so far – you will start to hate me now.

I’ve always had a fascination with the human condition. You’re born and if you’re lucky enough, you’ll fuck a few people along the way and eventually die. But that’s usually as far as it goes, isn’t it? Sure, some people convince you it is all about the love, and the experiences, or ice cream and Pina Coladas. But it hardly ever is. It’s all about how long you can play the game, how long you can keep betting, and if you win the gamble.

I’m going to mention ‘The Look’ in a later essay, one in which thankfully, I’m not angry withering away at my keyboard because I’m mad that my date didn’t go as planned. But in this essay, that’s as far as I am.

I’m a sadist. And I am much worse than most. I don’t necessarily like the whips, the beatings or the blood. I like the stolen glances from me when I’m with another woman. I like the thrill of telling a girl that ‘I love us as friends’ after continuously and hopelessly flirting with her for months on end. I especially love telling women that once I’ve pulled out all the stops, every technique in the book. In fact, I’ll go on to mention some of them, since this essay probably won’t make the cut anyway.

My current favorite: walk up to a girl that you’ve been playing ‘eye-fucks’ with for the duration of the party. Now, make sure this party involves a bunch of alcohol-invested Drake fans who post stories in black and white. The place is full of them, all of them who are going to hit this same, gorgeous girl with a ‘hey, what’s good?’ And she’ll talk to them, barely invested. Most of the time, she’ll make conversation with them because it isn’t a party until someone flirts with you. No one parties because ‘it’s fun.’ They party because they are lonely. So, when you, the charmer who has been apologetically smiling for the duration of the party goes up to her and says, ‘Sorry, I just came over to say that you have the most infectious smile ever” - you land the bag. This one has rarely failed me, but what’s best is what comes after.

There are three types of people who kiss in the world: The first is the kind that does it for the ‘love,’ the physical connection with someone you emotionally resonate with. The second is most people, the horny fucks who do it because this is the farthest they’ll go before getting to the fun part or because they feel anything other than that is too much. But I’ll let you in on a little secret; the kissing is more intimate. Because a dick and a cunt you can source anywhere. You can get yourself off like nobody’s fucking business. But if you want to kiss someone, you crave intimacy. Most of us crave sex because it’s fun, it is deathly exciting to absolutely give your heart and soul to your penis like you’re Freddie Mercury at Live Aid. ‘Don’t Stop Me Now.’ You kiss people because you don’t just want to get off, you want them. But I’m none of those. I’m the third type; I’m in it for the chase. I’m in it for the careful few moments before our lips touch. I like the tension when I lean into you, the shiver that goes down your spine as you look at my lips nearing yours. I like the stolen glances towards my lips or the tease that comes long before the kiss does. I like to invest you, I like to own every one of your heartstrings for just the exclusive night before I break them.

Over the past few parties I’ve been to, I’ve done this exact thing. Unless I was trying to get my dick sucked, in which case I’ve had to kiss the mouth that will kiss my balls. The kiss was never about the girl, it was always about me. Of course, she would never get to know that. She definitely wouldn’t get to know that I was wearing my ‘dick-sucking underwear’ specifically so they had easier access to my shaft. But I won’t talk about that, it would be far too crude. I’m going to dissect a specific moment of a party, which will be the theme for tonight’s entertainment.

I hate saying this, but I am secretly popular. I’m not your run-of-the-mill high Snap-score, disposable camera pictures popular, I’m more of the actual definition. Everybody knows me, but they think only they know me. Which is the fun of it. So, I get invited to parties a lot. Usually, I don’t go and say ‘it’s for work’ or because I’m ‘not allowed to,’ but I don’t go because I am an addict. I am addicted to the chase, the game. I live for the adrenaline rush of knowing that I want someone and they want me back, but there won’t be anything we’ll do about it. Those moments are so, so beautiful. They are the rare moments of abandonment. The moments where just for the night, for the chase, you leave your most animalistic instinct behind. And aren’t those the best?

When I was in Delhi, I had a bad breakup. During the relationship, the whoring had taken a sabbatical. Because I loved this girl. She wasn’t just a girl; she was the girl. The endgame, I thought. I thought wrong, but that’s not what this is about. That piece of meat with dyed hair deserves its own essay. Usually, I wouldn’t have been able to contain myself. The idea of devoting yourself to someone physically just to never see them again is thrilling. To get some strange is better to get some love. But it wasn’t just because I loved this girl, no – it was because she was sexual napalm. We never went to home base, but what we did was so much better. I could’ve sworn this girl developed a two-forked tongue every time I pulled my dick out. She tasted brilliant. Even today, over a year later, I could intricately draw every fold in the Garden of Eden, or as most people would call it: her vagina. Most men hate the taste of vaginas. But the way to a woman’s heart is with your tongue going through that doorway. And go through it I did. I learned so many things that 8th grade Bio most definitely missed.  Even in the rare moments that my dick was soft, she was still so comfortable to hold. I loved her. She wasn’t a timeless beauty by any means, but she was mine and that was enough. It was enough to see her eyes slightly pop when she looked up at me. It was fulfilling to see her cheeky, edge-of-desire smile when I called her name. Sexual napalm indeed, but more than that – her. I did slip up once, though.

I used to hang out in unusual places for the traditional 15-year-old. Comedy clubs, fine dining, you name it. But my favorite was in the green room at the back of a club that I’m not allowed to legally mention. And in the back of this club was a girl whose name is very, very googleable, so I’ll refrain from mentioning it. So let’s call her Y.

Y’s brother was a relatively successful comedian. He wasn’t anything like me, though. He appealed to the far more crude prospects of the human condition. I liked the wordplay. I didn’t do stand-up just for the attention, I did it to stimulate my mind and surprise people so much that eventually, they’d fuck me. I obviously had a stage persona, which I still divert from time to time when I’m desperate to get some, but other than that, I was a different man. Behind the curtain, I was calm and sweet. I had outbursts of energy that were contained behind an apologetic smile and Ray-Ban Clubmasters. Every time I went up, I’d find Y in the green room, hanging out with all the old cool cats. They’d leave and I’d charm her because I knew how to.

Tell a story, but not in your stand-up voice. She knows the voice. Tell the story like you’re just speaking for her, to her, and because of her. The kind of tone that comes when you tell someone you love them for the first time. Have your modulation on the edge of break up, and never laugh at your own joke. What are you, a pussy? And once your joke is finished, flash the apologetic smirk and adjust your glasses. Lean back into your chair, because your work is done. Reserve your laughter. When she says something funny, cave in your lips and look to the floor. Look up at her through the space between your glasses and forehead, and always – and I mean always – smile apologetically. And of course, flirt. But not in a super sexual kind of way, because she knows that is your humor. She will mistake it for a joke. Flirt with her emotionally. Compliment her, smile stupidly when she’s rambling. Maybe bite your lip if you’re feeling adventurous. And compliment her insecurities.

I flirted with her like nobody’s business. I wasn’t cheating on The Girl, because of course I wasn’t. This can’t ever be regarded as cheating by anybody, you’re just being polite. You have to wait for your opening. And by God, did I find it.

She’d just had her heart broken by an absolute douche of a Delhi guy. You know the type. Drake lyrics, steroids, Balmain hoodie. Yeah, that. So, in the green room, you’ll make a joke. She’ll laugh, of course, but she just isn’t feeling it. So you sit on the same couch as her, look up, and ask:

“Hey, you okay?”

So, close the barn doors, and nail them shut. Because a storm of tears is coming. She’ll cry, and you’ll hug her. She’ll hug you back, but you know how to hug her. You’ll squeeze at the right place, and as you’re letting go, you’ll glide your hands to her waist and make brief eye contact. You’ll hold your arms, and you’ll say:

“Y, you are wonderful. You are kind and giving and you have the most adorable sneeze. You are perfect in every way. And someday, someone else will see that, too.”

Emphasize the ‘else.’ Get her thinking, ‘what does he mean ‘else?’ Does he love me?’ But before she lets those thoughts out of her lip gloss-covered peckers, you tell her that you have to prepare for your set and leave. Now, throughout the past two months, you’ve made your way into her chest cavity and finally, into her heart. You’ve grabbed it, gently. You’re tightening your grip on it, and she’ll think it’s because you’re endearing. But the truth is, you just want to see it explode.

A week goes by, and you’re back in the club. You fall gracefully through the crowd of drunk assholes and single girls to make your way to the green room, where she’s sitting. You sit next to her, and then she flashes you ‘The Look.’ The Look that reads, ‘I know what I’m doing is wrong but it feels so good.’ So, she kisses you. You kiss her back, and you do it with passion. You make it clear you’re enjoying this, and you make it clear that you just bought a tongue cleaner on Amazon so this is extra enjoyable. But at the exchange of exhales, you stop.

“Y, I think you’re amazing.” You confess. “But I just appreciate you too much to throw this away. And with The Girl at home, I don’t know if I can do this to her.”

Brace yourself, there are ventricles flying everywhere. Heart exploded.

She’ll look up at you with those big, sad, doe eyes. Tears form in them. But you love this look, you live for this look. This is what you’ve been waiting for. She can’t say you led her on, because she doesn’t realize you did. But this look is amazing. If you had a little less willpower, you might’ve gotten hard. You smile, and you do your set. And you see her after that, for months. But now, you’re bringing your girlfriend to the green room. And Y hates that she loves her too. You’ve broken her heart, but you piss on the wound with every kiss you give your girlfriend in front of her. And you do it with passion because you love your girlfriend. But also because Y is watching.  

Despite everything I’ve said so far, I actually respect women a lot. I really, really do. I think that most guys are so desperate to get their dick off that they forget the most important thing: making them laugh. They love it when you make them laugh because they are so desperate to be happy. And if you make them think you’ll make them happy, you’re golden.

I tried to stray away from my tendencies for a while, too. The second time was with this girl, let’s call her M.

M was okay, I guess. I mean, nothing special to her. She was older than me and she was forgiving. I liked that about her initially. But then fuck, did she bore me. She was so uninteresting, so victimizing. She lacked any sort of discernable character. She was there, I suppose. But that’s it. She was really, really self-victimizing, manipulative, and just horny for attention. She cried to me when I spoke to other girls, but she used to go hook up with her strangers when she was feeling horny. We couldn’t really do anything because the entire time I was 15 and she was 18. And when I moved away, she started dating some rando. She just kept me around for affection and attention. I didn’t mind much. I had stuff going on the side. Sadly, that stuff wasn’t the good kind. It was more the ‘what’s wrong with my life?’ kind. She took advantage of me. She hurt me. But, fuck if I care.

Anyway, M started to bore me. Ugh. She was just doing the whole, “I love you cupcake” shit without actually doing anything to my cupcake. Insufferable. Also, on a side note, she smelled weird. She always used weird mini-mart-bought shampoo and she just sounded weird, too. At the time, I didn’t understand just how horny M was. I just knew that I wanted to do something with a woman, and I needed to do it fast.

I was knee-deep in alcohol abuse. I loved, loved getting drunk. It was fun because I forgot about how much I needed to change myself just so M wouldn’t feel bad about herself. If I’m being terribly honest, I didn’t even like M. I just couldn’t risk exposing myself as ‘the misogynist.’ I’d drop in clues every now and then. I thought after I got drunk at the picnic, it would all be over. Then I saw her crying when a bunch of our friends were around. Do you have any idea how bad it would’ve been if they saw her crying? They’d think it was because of me. Even if it was, I didn’t want them thinking that. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. The same satisfaction I got from drinking. Drunk was bliss. One day, before I was supposed to go out with her and her even more insufferable friend, I did a little something.

I fingered a girl at the back of a bar in Chinatown.

I know, I know. ‘How could you?’

Because she did the same. All the time. I was just straightforward about it.

I don’t feel bad about it, because I don’t feel bad about her. She was the most expendable love interest I ever had. I mean, seriously, I felt bad for not feeling bad. It’s the equivalent of when Charlie Sheen died in Two And a Half Men. I mean, it was terribly sad, sure. But I didn’t give much of a fuck. The same goes for her. Actually, that’s a lie. I adore Charlie Harper. Even the ‘tiger blood’ stuff. 

I think about her a lot. But not in an ‘I miss you’ way, but more in the way of how much fun it was to see her lie and suffer. She lied, constantly, but I loved it. I loved to see her feel shit for it and then still make it all about herself. She loved doing that, and I adored her for it.

I think she did love me. And I did too, but not in the same way as she loved me. I loved her more like a pet. Like something not capable of making good decisions for herself. I loved her in the same way you love a pet iguana. I loved to see her do these small, passionate things. She thought she was so important, but she was anything but that. She was expendable. Let me explain.

A truck full of M(s) blows up. Sure, people are sad. Some people post stories for 1, max 3 days. But then everyone forgets because the world is full of Ms. Desperate characters with self-made issues that long to be depressed. But if I die, people care because I am at the end of the day, more important. It’s just a proven fact. I control and help people’s daily lives, and I’ve gone through about 11 different women who are exactly like M.

I enjoyed seeing her be sad. I enjoyed seeing her suffer and I loved seeing her be sad because of me. It was the closest thing she brought to pleasure. The thought of her saggy areolas swinging on top of me made me sick. Her nose was too big her and her skin was too moist. And her voice was disgusting. Her entire personality was just things she stole. Hell, she even stole her music and humor from me. Not to mention her new friends. But eh. She’s whatever. I hope she’s alright, I guess. She doesn’t mean much to me. None of them do.

Looking back on it, to be perfectly honest, she really did disgust me. She was the opposite of what I want in a girl. She was really, incredibly mediocre. But she was good company. She’d listen to me and call me. She’d remind me that somewhere inside, there was a good person.

I’ve tried changing, so credit where credit is due. I don’t think about the old ones that often. M thinks that I did something, which I really don’t care what she thinks. The Girl and I met a couple of times after, and it took all the restraint in the world not to pull down our pants at a Starbucks. Y visited me a couple of days ago, actually. She’s doing well. Carnegie Mellon, if you’d believe it. 

I only think of how much of a role I still play in their lives. Because I knew them, and I’ll continue to. They are fragments of me lost somewhere in a hazy, strung past that not all the alcohol and concussions in the world can make me forget.  And that’s okay. I’ll live with it.

#shortstory #letter #letters

[wiw3]

An Unyielding Silence; Placated by Melody

I know this’ll resonate, but maybe not all of it. Mornings. Who loves them? Who hates them? I know I could take them or leave them, even though they’ll always still be there, regardless of whether I like them or not. It’s the case with most modern phenomena. It’s there whether you like it or not. Reality simply is. It’s a constant, something you can trust. You can trust that true, honest-to-God reality is never going anywhere.

As a spiritual anchor, you can try to get some work done in the mornings, try to be productive, while the rest of the world is asleep. Night Owls and Early Birds, I’m neither, versatile in the way that my sleep-deprivation hits me from both directions, sometimes.

And when that happens, I write. This part of my world is asleep, cracked early in the morning before even the first break of dawn. I can almost feel it, like cotton on the air, a sensation of the world being calmer. There are no variables here, merely buildings, specked out upon the city, swiss-cheesing nature and doing so in such a quiet manner this morning.

You could almost mistake these residences for hollow on the inside; all artifice constructed to give off the impression of a working society to any aliens that happened to peer in, but they know as well as we all do that we’re all just coping, lying to ourselves that our society’s working. It’s propagated for the same reason that investors need to see flashing lights or lasers to be able to trust that science is happening.

We need to propagate society to keep convincing people to trust that peace is happening, that we’ve given it a chance and it’s flourishing. The only true fact that’s ever been true since the dawn of time is that we are fucked.

Whether we’re fucked up in the head, fucked-up looking, or doing fucked-up things, we’re fucked, and so much of us are just waiting for it all to be over.

We all think the universe will die with us, whether we want to admit to it or not.

All humans are born with ego, and because of it, we’re fucked.

But I don’t want to leave people without hope. Despair is a horrible note to leave someone on, because if you leave “despair” to fester, it can turn into a lot of different things. Hope lies in not having hope, not thinking about it, realizing that inhibitions related to “what could be” aren’t worth the brainpower used to generate those feelings.

You believe in yourself, the only thing you can constantly see, the person that you’re closest to, and you help people along your way. You build that karmic balance that says you’ll come back rich after reincarnation, that banana-slug-fate-avoidance we all hope to dodge one day when the chips are down and we’re selecting our new avatars for our second lives. 

So smile, and wake up to see the sun rise again. The sun, the brightest clandestine phenomena to ever exist. The sun is an entity that has called it’s shot. It’s aim is humanity, but the drawback on that bow is longer than it looks. Only about four or five billion more years before it feels like the atmosphere itself is being set on fire, all around you. The struggle is nothing.

We have time to avoid it.

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  Through the Bible with Les Feldick LESSON 2 * PART 4 * BOOK 55 II Peter 1:1 – 2:8 - Part 2 Let’s start where we left off in the last lesson, and that would be II Peter chapter 2 and verse 3. I think most of you probably realize that II Peter chapter 2 and the little book of Jude are almost word-for-word, so when we get to Jude we’ll probably be repeating a lot of this stuff. But it bears repeating as it is so apropos for the day in which we live, where false teaching is just coming in like a flood. And of course, the Internet doesn’t help because you can get almost anything you want off the Internet. I think this is what’s happened to a lot of our preachers, bless their hearts. Instead of studying and preparing their sermon, they’re just taking the easy way out and clicking on the Internet. Well, that’s a sad commentary, but if you learn something wrong, then you’re going to pass it on wrong! All right, it was no different back here when Peter and Paul were writing. As I’ve showed in the last half-hour, Paul complained in Timothy that everybody in Asia Minor had already turned against him. Why? Because the false teachers came in and came across with something that appealed to the flesh. All right, now Peter is up against the same thing with his Jewish believers; that, even among them, there would come these false teachers with their pernicious ways and who speak evil of the truth. Now verse 3. II Peter 2:3a "And through covetousness…" In other words, again like we said in our closing moments in the last program, coveting is the beginning of everything. I’ve always made the statement and I still say it, "You cannot break one of the Ten Commandments without coveting first." Because the foundation of all sin is coveting. Now verse 3 again. II Peter 2:3a "And through covetousness shall they with feigned words make merchandise of you:…." Now when you think of merchandise what do you think of? Money! So what are they really after? They’re after your material things. They’re after your money. And they’ll do it with their false teaching. They’ll cash in on you. That’s a good way of putting it, isn’t it? They’ll just cash in on you. II Peter 2:3b "…whose judgment now of a long time lingereth not, and their damnation slumbereth not." In other words, their eternal doom is awaiting them. Evidently they must never think of it, but it is. Their eternal doom is waiting for them. Now verse 4. Here are Peter’s reasons for saying what he said. God hasn’t changed. God still operates the way He always has. And when He gets to a point where He can take it no more, He drops His wrath and judgment. And it’s going to happen again. The world is getting ripe for a new judgment which, of course, we think will be the seven years of Tribulation. The world is getting ripe for it. Every day these false teachers completely undermine the truth; every day the fleshpots of this world are capitalizing on the human weaknesses; and someday soon God’s wrath is going to fall. II Peter 2:4 "For if God spared not the angels that sinned, but cast them down to hell, and delivered them into chains of darkness, to be reserved unto judgment;" In other words, that started way back, I think, between verse 1 and verse 2 of Genesis. Which, in verse 1, you have the perfect creation. Let’s go back and look at it. My it’s been a long time since we’ve taught anything from Genesis, hasn’t it? Maybe it’s about time we refresh peoples’ memories. Genesis chapter 1. I know that probably 50% of Christendom will disagree with me, but that’s their privilege. That doesn’t bother me a bit. I’ve always said I’m going to teach it the way I feel the Lord has opened it up to me. And I’m certainly not going to lead anybody into a lost eternity because of it. Genesis 1:1 "In the beginning (before anything ever appeared) God created the heaven and the earth." Now the God of this Book is not a God that does anything less than perfect, is He? He makes it perfect and I think the Hebrew word "create" here, out of nothing, indicated something perfect.

Without a flaw. And then all of a sudden in verse 2 something has happened because, all of a sudden, it’s not a perfect earth. In fact I call it a mess. It’s a swamp. It’s covered with water. Genesis 1:2 "And the earth was without form, and (what?) void; (it was of no use) and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters." In other words, the earth was covered with water. The sun and the moon and the stars had been blotted out. Everything was back into total darkness. Well, what in the world happened? Well again, I didn’t plan to do this but, I guess, maybe it’s for a reason. This is what I think happened after that beautiful, beautiful creation of verse 1. My it’s been about 13 years since we taught Genesis on television - and the last time, we taught this. All right, Ezekiel 28:13 where God is speaking through the prophet to an individual, and He says: Ezekiel 28:13a "Thou hast been in Eden the garden of God;.…" Now I always have to stop when I teach some of these things. How many personalities were in the Garden of Eden, not counting God Himself? Three. Adam, Eve and Satan. Okay, so, whoever God is talking to, it’s one of those three. "Thou hast been in Eden...." Ezekiel 28:13b "…every precious stone was thy covering, (and then He names them) the sardius, topaz, and the diamond. the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of thy tabrets and of thy pipes was prepared in thee in the day that thou wast created." So we know that we’re not talking about a person of the Godhead, we’re talking about a created individual. Now verse 14 it tells us who it is. Ezekiel 28:14a "Thou art the anointed cherub (an angel) that covereth; (or ruleth is a better word in the Hebrew here. Here we have an angel who was ruling and reigning. And God says,) and I have set thee so: (I’ve put you in this place of authority) thou wast upon the holy mountain of God;…." Now remember a mountain in the Old Testament is a ‘kingdom.’ Now there are no human beings yet, as Adam and Eve weren’t on the scene yet when this angel was ruling - it was an angelic kingdom. Ezekiel 28:14b "…thou hast walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire." Those gemstones up there in verse 13, the diamond and so forth. Now verse 15. Ezekiel 28:15 "Thou wast (past tense) perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, (What’s the next word?) till (for a period of time this angel was perfect, he was sinless. But there came a time) iniquity was found in thee." Now, God will not stand iniquity without doing something about it - in angels any more than humans. All right, now you have to come back to Isaiah chapter 14 to find out who this angel was, and what his sin was. He’s named in verse 12. Transcribers note: And it’s the only place his name appears in Scripture, and normally only in the KING JAMES - which I think means he’s removed it from the other translations, as it does show him in a bad light. Isaiah 14:12 "How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! (because of his angelic position as the ruler over that angelic kingdom) how art thou cut down to the ground.(why? Because of iniquity) which didst weaken the nations!" So we know that we’re talking about Lucifer, whom we know as Satan, the Devil. Now verse 13; here’s the past that led up to his fall. Isaiah 14:13-14 "For thou hast said in thine heart, (he becomes an egotist. And this ruling angel over an earthly glorious gemstone-filled kingdom of angels says) I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, (which is normally the position of God in Scripture) in the sides of the north: 14. I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; (now he epitomizes all of his dreams with this statement) I will be like the most High." What’s he trying to do? Usurp the place of God. And what does God say? "Oh, no you don’t!" And so what did He do? He cast him down.

Satan’s first casting out is when he first fell in this rebellion. But, now, come back with me all the way to Revelation and we’ll see what Peter’s talking about; these angels that fell, well, what are they and who are they? We pick them up now in Revelation chapter 12 verse 4, where in his rebellion in assuming to take over the throneroom of God, evidently one-third of the angels over whom he was ruling followed him in the rebellion. And here in Revelation we pick them up. Revelation 12:4 "And his tail (that is the serpent’s, the dragon’s, Satan as he’s symbolized in Scripture) drew the third part of the stars of heaven, (now the stars here are the angels) and did cast them to the earth: (and the rest of the verse skips ahead many years) and the dragon stood before the woman which was ready to be delivered, for to devour her child as soon as it was born." (and that was at Bethlehem) All right, now then if you’ll just back up a couple of pages to the little book of Jude again, right in front of Revelation, we pick up these same fallen angels in verse 6. Now you can put a whole scenario together, hopefully. Here we have this ruling angel over this glorious earthly kingdom, which was filled with the gemstones of fire – beauty beyond description. And he had a whole population of angels over which he ruled. But, he got proud and lifted up and attempted to usurp God’s kingdom, throne and rule; and evidently one-third of these angels consorted with him. All right now, verse 6 in Jude. Jude 1:6 "And the angels which kept not their first estate, (in other words, as ruling or being under Lucifer’s rule on that original glorious planet) but left their own habitation, (in other words, they attempted to follow Lucifer in his rebellion) he (God) hath reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the great day." All right, now then, just back up a few pages to II Peter and maybe this will make some sense. II Peter chapter 2 now verse 4: II Peter 2:4 "For if God spared not the angels that sinned, (who rebelled against God’s authority and attempted to follow Lucifer) but cast them down to hell, and delivered them into chains of darkness, to be reserved unto judgment;" In perfect accord with Jude and Revelation, see? All right, now we come to the next event that Peter can relate to; verse 5, when again the mass of humanity rebelled against the God of creation and, again, in their wickedness, God had to move in with a judgment. II Peter 2:5a "And spared not the old world, (destroyed it with a flood) but saved Noah the eighth person,…." This is always mind-boggling to me. Now you want to realize there could have very easily been four or more billion people at the time of the flood. Four billion is the number I’ve used over the years, because I had a friend back in the moon-space-days who has access to a computer and he and a friend of his, just for common interest, one day started out with two people (like Adam and Eve and their offspring), and remembering they lived for eight - nine hundred years. People back then had tremendous health and vigor, and putting all those things into the mix, my friend said, you could easily come up with four billion people in that 1,600 years from Adam to the flood. And to me, it’s only reasonable that there were at least four billion people. And out of four billion, how many were saved? Eight. Now that’s a pretty small number. It’s frightening isn’t it? And what did the Lord say? "Narrow is the way and few there be that find it, but broad is the way that leadeth to destruction and many go in thereat." That’s the way it’s always been.Mankind always tries to do things his way, rather than God’s way. II Peter 2:5b "…(Noah) a preacher of righteousness,.…" It wasn’t that the people didn’t have a chance. Noah preached for 120 years. For 120 years, Noah proclaimed to that generation (who I feel had as much technology as we do, and I’ve got reason for thinking that, so it wasn’t that he was limited because of communications.

And so he let that whole generation know) that judgment was coming. And then, as I’ve pointed out when I taught this years and years ago, when the Ark was finished and everything was on board and God was ready to release the floodwaters from beneath and above, He gave them how much time? Seven more days. The gangplank stayed down from the Ark to the ground for seven days. For what purpose? That if anybody would wake up and realize that old Noah must be right, they could have gone on board. They could have - the opportunity was there. Seven days. I call it seven days of Grace. How many accepted it? Not a one! In fact I made reference here several programs back, a book that I read about the time that I was teaching all this years back, by a Lutheran theologian out of – well, his book comes out of Concordia Publishing, and I’m sure quite a few of my listeners at the time ordered the book. But he made this analogy, that while Noah was building the Ark for the 120 years, as huge as that thing was, he must have had some extra hired help, as we’d call it - employees - to help in the building of the Ark. And they must have heard the old man preach. They must have heard him tell that a flood was coming and that’s what this box was getting ready for and it would be the salvation for anybody and anything that would come in.But when the box was finished and the animals were all on board; Noah’s family was on board; everything was ready for the deluge, but God says seven more days. And then he made this observation, and isn’t this exactly the way it is today? People are busy working in the church, singing in the choir, teaching Sunday School lessons and so forth: and yet when eternity comes, they’re going to miss it. It’s frightening isn’t it? But true. There’s going to be multitudes as in Noah’s day. And why are they going to miss heaven? Because they have refused to believe Paul’s beautiful Gospel of Salvation that we find in I Corinthians 15:1-4 that he shared with you and I here in this Church Age. People are trying to get to Heaven every way except the right way! All right and so, the flood came and only eight survived it out of, I guess, about four billion people. All right, verse 6, and we come up through history here. Now we’re past the flood a little over 400 years, and we’re at Sodom and Gomorrah. Abraham and Lot were the ones that divided the land and Lot took Sodom remember? All right, so verse 6: II Peter 2:6 "And turning the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah into ashes condemned them with an overthrow, (utterly destroyed them) making them an example unto those that after should live ungodly;" (as the Sodomites did). You see what the world is heading for? The same kind of a judgment. Oh it’s coming. People think I’m kidding when I say that almost the whole human race is going to disappear by the time the Tribulation ends, all six - seven billion of the human race is going to go because it’s got to be made ready for His glorious kingdom, and there can be nothing sinful or wicked in that kingdom. And so there’s the example. And that’s why Peter is using it. Even as God destroyed the iniquity before the flood, even as He destroyed the iniquity in Sodom and Gomorrah - and we all know what that was - and He condemned them with an overthrow and a total destruction because of their ungodly lifestyle. Now we don’t know how big Sodom and Gomorrah were but I’m going to guess 18 or 20 thousand, because if I remember right, our guide told us when we were in Jericho that Jericho was a city of about 25 or 30 thousand and no doubt Sodom and Gomorrah were probably about the same. I’m guessing. But, out of however many thousand inhabitants were in Sodom and Gomorrah, how many escaped? One. Well, I know the two daughters, but nevertheless, for all practical purposes, spiritually speaking, Lot was the only "just" one. II Peter 2:7 "And delivered just (righteous) Lot, vexed with the filthy conversation of the wicked:" That’s what the word ‘just’ means here; it doesn’t mean ‘only,’ it means the ‘righteous’ man, Lot.

"Even though he was vexed with the filthy manner of living of the wicked." That’s what they called it then and that’s what I call it today. It is a filthy manner of living. II Peter 2:8 "(For that righteous man dwelling among them, in seeing and hearing, vexed his righteous soul from day to day with their unlawful deeds;)" Lot knew that all this that was going on was utterly wrong but, because of his position, because of his coveting materialism (because you want to remember Sodom and Gomorrah were prosperous. Sodom and Gomorrah had it made. To see that, let’s go to Ezekiel 16:49. Now this was Sodom and Gomorrah, And this is what hooked Lot. He wasn’t content to just be eking out an existence with Abraham and his flocks up there in the mountains), Lot got covetous. And this is what makes me think that the world will maintain a certain level of prosperity until the Lord returns because the scenario was the same before the flood. The Lord Himself said it in Luke, that at the time of Noah what did they do? They married, and they gave in marriage. They built and they bought and they sold. It was a prospering economy. Well, look what Sodom and Gomorrah were when they were destroyed. Ezekiel 16:49 "Behold, this was the iniquity of thy sister Sodom, pride, fulness of bread, and abundance of idleness was in her and in her daughters, neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy." In other words, they were selfish. They were nothing but "me first." Ezekiel 16:50 "And they were haughty, (proud - now we’re talking about the citizens of Sodom and Gomorrah just before they’re destroyed.) and committed abomination before me: therefore (God says) I took them away as I saw good." That was Sodom and Gomorrah; prosperous, materialistic. They had everything. They weren’t wanting for anything. And when you have an abundance of idleness, what does that speak of? Prosperity. Look at Rome before they fell. Why in the world did Rome build all the coliseums throughout the empire? To keep idle people occupied because, in their wealth, they didn’t have to work. They had so much wealth that all they did was let the conquered slaves do the everyday labor, and the end result, of course, was Rome imploded. Now back to II Peter. Let’s read verse 8 again, and we’ll be through. II Peter 2:8 "(For that righteous man dwelling among them, [in the midst of all of their wickedness as well as their material prosperity] in seeing and hearing, vexed his righteous soul from day to day with their unlawful deeds;)" Now what does that tell you? The man was a believer. He never lost that. But he became materialistic in his thinking - he left Abraham and his flocks and his herds to come down to materialistic, prosperous Sodom and Gomorrah; and as a result "he vexed himself day after day."

[bryanagjwolff]

'Made in....Earth' - Rami Beracha

Rami Beracha writes about the world of venture capital. Rami is also co-founder of Sosa. Communication issues are a major problem. It could be a dangerous hazard that is our own mistake. It begins a second after making the first contact with someone and ends with a spectacular explosion... The most common mistake we make is to assume that we're completely in sync in our expectations for each other without trying to guess what our partner expects from us. We're usually in total alignment with our partner except for one aspect that he does not miss an opportunity to increase the gap in expectations . We are not alerted by anyone. There are a variety of reasons for miscommunications. They're usually due to our individual personality. Square personalities are more likely to communicate in a misguided manner than liberal personalities, while individuals who are aggressive may have trouble matching their expectations to those of passive personalities. This is evident the difference between squared from liberals, and aggressive is a distinct thing from passive. רמי ברכה They may not even realize they are so different. It is possible that there is a gap in their personalities that we aren't aware of. No one has ever discovered it, warned about or investigated it. ! Ladies and gentlemen! I'd like to introduce you to a brand-new personality type that we all share. The FULL CIRCLE personalities are different from the HALF CLIRCLE characters. ! Note – This is behavioral guidance. After you've read the analysis, try to discover which personality best describes your personality. Also, try to figure who your partner in real life. If you discover that you're of two different kinds - as Bono sings "we are all one, but we're different" If you do, then be thrilled because you may have just discovered the cause of some of your differences! If you're the opposite type I'm sorry that I could not help you understand why your relationships appear like a mess. רמי ברכה And here we take a look... Humans are split into two. There are two types of humans: the 'full circle' type, who is self-contained and completely comfortable in their own space. He does want to be a part of a group and sure, he's always on the lookout for someone to share his life with. Absolutely! It's all true! ... But, he can't live without his dream partner until he locates one. He will live his life side by side with his new partner once he finds one. The "half of a circle" people on the other side are those who need a partner. They are not going to let go of the miserable creature when they discover it. They'll attempt to live with their victim as if were one of them, and refuse to give up the idea of living in harmony. The Halves will not relinquish their desire to staring at each at each other from a distance of 0 for the rest. Only intimacy can fill their need for connection to one another and create a whole. Rami Beracha An interesting distinction between the two types of people is the decision to let go of a partner. The whole circle is likely to get rid of a partner who is losing their chemistry quickly. The half-a–circle' types on the other side will redefine the idea of having the same chemistry' as their partners to be: 'I'm hanging the B..ST..RD. Until I can replace him correctly'. https://yourstory.com/tag/rami-beracha Imagine the amazing dance that occurs when a "half circle" and a "full-circle" attempt to make each other, without being aware of their different geometries. The Half smiles and moves two steps in the direction of. The Full finds the unwelcome intrusion somewhat frightening. So he fixes this zone-invasion-problem by making a gentle step backward. Problem is, he made the Half step outside of his comfortable zone ...... The Half realizes that the Full has made an error that was not his fault, and they take another step backwards.. However, the Half is soon upset and takes the same step.. They aren't sure why, but they lack proper terms and are unable to explain it. They go to the wrong place. If they only knew that one of them is a Half and the other one is Full, it could have helped them ... Although there isn't a single conclusion, there are actions you can take. 1. Discover who you are רמי ברכה 2. Find out who is your partner 3. Be aware that there is a big difference. Rami Beracha 3. Respect the different! One conclusion could be drawn"Live and let live.

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Venture Capital, Thoughts and Much Less - Rami Beracha

Rami Beracha writes about the venture capital world. Rami is the co-founder of Sosa. Communication issues are a major problem. It's a minefield caused by us. It starts one second after the first interaction with another person, and concludes with a massive explosion... We make the biggest error of thinking we're fully aligned with the expectations of our partners. One thing we can be sure of however: our partner will not miss an opportunity to increase this expectation gap . We are not alerted by anyone. https://techbullion.com/constantly-searching-for-the-next-disruption-a-journey-through-life-of-one-man-rami-beracha-which-led-to-new-business-growth/ There are a myriad of causes that can cause miscommunications. People with square personalities are more likely to miscommunicate than liberal individuals, and aggressive personalities may have difficulty in coordinating their expectations with those of passive individuals. This is easy to identify because we all know what squared means. Rami Beracha However, what do you think if they're very different, only they cannot be aware of that. There exists a gap in personality between them that exists yet we do not know about it. Nobody has ever found it or warned about it, nor investigated it. ! https://cellocard.co.il/app/c/card-174 Let me introduce you, ladies and gentlemen an entirely new kind of personality that we all share with the FULL-CIRCLE persona versus people from the HALF circle! ! Note : This is a behavioral guidance. After you have read the analysis, you should try to determine which type of you are the most like in your character. At the same time you should determine who your partner in real life is. If you discover that you're different kinds - as Bono sings "we are one but we are different" If you do, then be extremely happy as you may have found the root-cause for the differences between you! If, for instance you're the same type and you are not, I am sorry, but I can't help you understand why you have relationships that seem so bad. So, here we take a look... רמי ברכה Humans can be classified into two categories. Some people are 'full-circle', which is a self-contained person who is completely at home all by himself. Sure, he needs the support of a partner. Absolutely! It's all true! ... But, he can't live without his dream companion until he locates one. He is determined to live his life with his love and is hoping to make it to the end of his circle. The other aspect of humanity is comprised of the "half-a-circle" kinds - (no it's not full circles that got damaged during the birth) The other side of humanity is comprised of the "half-a-circle" types ... It's true they are in need of an accomplice and yes, they need to find a partner very badly, and yes, they are constantly and almost religious search for a partner... and yes, it's on the same scale as matters of national security that they find their perfect partner since they can't survive without one. They will not let go of their miserable animal when they discover it. They'll move to physically integrate with their victim in order to form a happy circle... and do not allow them to experience the dreadful reality of living shoulder-to-shoulder! The Halves aren't going to compromise their love for each other. They will stare at each with the same gaze in the distance, and then rest. Nothing less intimate will give them the desire to connect with one another and form one whole. An interesting observation in the two types: the decision to let go of a partner. If a partner has lost their chemistry with the whole circle will be released naturally by the whole circle. Half-circles on the other hand redefine the concept of 'having the same chemistry' as their partners to mean: 'I'm holding onto this B..ST..RD. until I can replace him correctly'. Imagine a dance in which a half-a-circle and a full circle are trying to please their partner. But, the Half can move two steps ahead of the safety zone. This unexpected invasion into his personal space is slightly scary. So he fixes this zone-invasion-problem by making a gentle step backward. The only issue is that he took the Half out of his comfort zone. Once .... the Half is certain that the Full was making an innocent mistake. When he kindly compensate with another step forward. However, the Full starts to get angry and make another, bigger step backward.. the Half starts to think that there is something sinister about what's going on here and his next step isn't exactly gentle.. The Full.. The Half.. The Half and the Full are pissed of off the other. They can't describe their feelings and are unsure of the reason. If they had known that one half is a Half and the other is Full it could have saved their lives ... https://www.duns100.co.il/ברכה_ושות__בוטיק_מיסים Although there isn't a single solution, there are some actions you can take. Rami Beracha 1. Learn who you truly are 2. Discover who is your true partner is 3. There is a difference. Rami Beracha 3. Be respectful of the differences! Let's say there's only one conclusion Live and let be.

#Rami Beracha

[trinitylhearts]

Thoughts With Trinity L. Hearts 2022 Jun 25

Today is Friday June 24th of 2022, I just watched four hours of YouTube and then scrolled a hour on Twitter while having breakfast, lunch, and a cup of green tea at home (And now a cup of honey vanilla chamomile tea). Experiencing a bit of “head pressure” probably from watching too much and focusing too much trying to connect the pieces which is what this is - my attempt to make meaning and sense of the yar-content of videos and tweets.

The two tweets I ended on were one by Lyndsey Ogle @lyndseyogle with the context of teaching humanities: “Most importantly, however, they figure out over the course of the semester, that unlike their math & science classes, they won’t leave my class with answers, we aren’t trying to prove something right or wrong. But instead want to understand the world better so we can be better.” https://twitter.com/lyndseyogle/status/1217927553962242049

And the second by Mike Rugnetta with the context of the SCOTUS’s decision overturning Roe v. Wade: “It all sucks and I know you’re mad and I know a lot of you think I’m not helping but I truly (in a very deep way) think we need to start shifting our trust in the capacity for change away from our government, and towards each other. I know that’s very hard.” https://twitter.com/mikerugnetta/status/1540389877799419904

And… I’m not familiar with Roe v. Wade or the history of abortion rights in general. This blog post is more about myself, which maybe cringe or self indulgent, and about figuring out what I should be doing in the context that I’m interested in learning how to write, draw, illustrate, and board game design / TTRPG writing and how to apply those abilities towards helping each other.

Which maybe is selfish in a way - though I choose to believe that art can help us get on the same page, point our flashlights on problems, and harmonize to solve them.

For context I’m a white 25 year old transwomen who lives with their father without a “job” - I sometimes work as clean up or as an extra pair of hands for him on their construction jobs (cleaning up roof shingles or interior remodeling - that sort of thing). November 2019 I was also diagnosed with bipolar schizoaffective, and decided last May to stop taking my medicine for the schizophrenia symptoms (and I already had stopped taking my medicine for the bipolar symptoms sometime last year) - and I’m feeling pretty alright for the most part, sometimes my bipolar and or schizophrenia gets the best of me but since I was diagnosed I have developed techniques for coping, adapting, and developing self efficacy.

I struggle trusting myself - knowing how to react or respond to my own thoughts and feelings, how to react or respond to others, how to react or respond to personal problems I encounter. And with my feeds seeing societal problems that people are outraged with and their distrust in institutions, and rightfully so, I also grow distrustful of institutions and of people generally.

Vsauce by Michael Stevens made a video a while back on Juvenoia with talking about Strauss-Howe generational theory - where currently we’re in a period of crisis where new institutions are built from the ground up, and in a cycle eventually they’ll decay and will have to be built again from the ground up within the next crisis phase. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD0x7ho_IYc

And maybe it’s not all bad, my brother just shared with me a Twitter thread of video game corp. brands responding to SCOTUS’s decision; https://twitter.com/Nikeyg1/status/1540425566263906305?t=dpH9DpKCMknrUJP-cpPiXQ&s=19 

even though, I don’t think we can fully put our faith in big scaled companies to solve our problems when they’re guided by metrics like profits. I’ll mention Extra Credit’s video “Losing Player Trust - The Data Dilemma”, which with their ideas on comparison can also be applied to governments as well I think - - but anyways corp. or not we can use all the help & support we can get https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuEy0Y4xoT4

and also we should be mindful of a The Mitchells Vs The Machines scenario where we put all our trust into corporations to solve our problems or a Cyberpunk scenario where they gain too much power. Anyways like Mike said, I think we should be putting trust in each other to keep institutions not only accountable but reliably aligned to the needs, wants, desires & dreams of the people. As they say, “Of the people, by the people, for the people”, which I just googled was said by Abraham Lincoln at Gettysburg.

With stories and worldbuilding, I wonder how we can use them to design better systems than the founding fathers had with the U.S. or than other countries in history and in the present day? I also am reminded of a few videos, here’s a list:

How Do You Design a Just Society? | Thought Experiment: The Original Position https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3gWGtf_w_s

Comment Responses: How Do You Design a Just Society? | Thought Experiment: The Original Position https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crnj9R4HGCI

Politics in the Animal Kingdom (Playlist) https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLkLBH5Kzphe0Qu8mCW1Leef2xSxPK1FIe

The Rules for Rulers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rStL7niR7gs

America From Scratch (Playlist) https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLpn_kDt8Duwgs0HUEW0F8kbV8O12Icsln

Extra Politics (Playlist) https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLhyKYa0YJ_5BMjoxHASNb0uGK_XQrUx9D

Incentive Systems & Politics I - Making Congress Responsible for Their Decisions https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xa-vQ0L77LY

Incentive Systems & Politics II - Limiting Corporate Influence on Policy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mu5QZmPG8zk

Incentive Systems & Politics III - Breaking the Gridlock in US Government https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0X2es__Wtuk

Why Socrates Hated Democracy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLJBzhcSWTk

Brexit: What Is Democracy? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vr-ZeToI4R8

Is Democracy a Human Right? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHid2PbcYhc

The Hidden Rules of Modern Society https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_SYW1ElDb8

Has The World Already Ended? Or Just History? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nr0MmKlwd44

Comment Response: Has The World Already Ended? Or Just History? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSN_8SeNLMA

The Philosophy of Elden Ring https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACTvcdXr95I

The Bronze Age Collapse - Systems Collapse - #4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HaqpSPVhW8

Earth Abides - Dystopias and Apocalypses https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hieycSRUeM

I should read more books. I’m currently reading Nimona. Btw my head pressure is gone.

Anyways, I want to make webcomics, write short stories and posts, and create art that explores life, solving problems, and uses imaginalism, - (as the creator of Stillfleet, Wythe Marschall, coined: imagination as philosophy,) - and to support others..

#Thoughts With Trinity L. Hearts #Trinity L. Hearts #Thoughts

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So a while back, a fairly left-wing friend of mine was shocked at the thought of Left-Wing Holocaust Denial, asking how it could even be possible, how can the Left even deny the Holocaust given everything (quote: "why would the LEFT be in denial? After you read Elie Wiesel, you can't deny any of it. Same with Maus, Frieda Appleman-Jurman's memoirs, and all that. Also, Lois Lowry won a Newberry medal for Number the Stars"). So I've been chewing on this for a while now.

First, Right-Wing Holocaust Denial is straight up "denial that the Holocaust happened"--often with an undertone of "But we wish that it had and it was a great idea". They deny the number of deaths, or excuse the Nazis, or say that the Jews had it coming, or say that it didn't happen at all, that sort of thing. It's a very blunt, straightforward form of denial.

Comparatively, Left-Wing Holocaust Denial takes a different, more sophisticated form that functions on multiple levels--with an undertone of its own along the lines of "the Jews are exaggerating to try to portray themselves as victims"--and to talk about this form of denial, I have to explain what the Holocaust was.

So this gets a bit long, because what is being denied is long, but I will ask you to bear with me.

But, TL:DR:

Right Wing Holocaust Denial denies the body count and the atrocities...

Left Wing Holocaust Denial denies everything that built up to it, the centuries of Othering and murders, and the aftereffects.

The Holocaust, 1939-1945, was the culmination of literally centuries of anti-Jewish hatred from Christian Europeans, dating back well over a thousand years.

For one example, there were anti-Jewish riots in France in the 1020s in misplaced vengeance for the Islamic destruction of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher in 1009 CE. Decades later, the Crusaders butchered 99% of the Jewish population of northern Europe, beginning in 1096 and continuing for centuries, such that a population of nearly 100,000 in 1050 CE was reduced down to less than a thousand in 1350 CE, as genetic studies show.

Jews were vilified as "Enemies of Christ", and various forms of attack to whip up mobs against Jews became common enough to get names of their own: Blood Libel (the accusation of Jews stealing children and murdering them to use their blood) and Host Desecration (the accusation that Jews were stealing consecrated Hosts and "torturing" them in order to attack Jesus), among others. These resulted in thousands of Jews being attacked, harmed, killed, and expelled.

Pogroms, massacres, and expulsions were just part of the pattern; Jews were effectively second class citizens at best, confined to marginal parts of cities (the original ghettos), subject to ritual humiliation (there was a part of Carnival in Rome that featured "The Running Of The Jews" where the Jewish population of the city had to race and be beaten by the Christians and there are designed-to-be-humiliating carvings of Jews on churches), and so forth. Jews were the scapegoats of choice--a powerless minority made to do the dirty work (such as tax collection) by the powerful and then liquidated when the lower classes got upset, as a distraction (King: "It's not my fault you're hungry!" *motions to table laden with food* "It's the fault of those greedy Jews who I force to work as tax collectors! Go kill them instead of me!"). And that cycle further entrenched the hatred.

Martin Luther took this to new heights during the Reformation; initially, he was "nice", saying that the Christians should treat the Jews gently to get us to convert... and when we didn't, he got nasty, writing a book titled "On The Jews And Their Lies" where he outlined a "how to persecute Jews and make their lives utter hell so they'll convert" prescription of behavior.

And this all became deeply baked into the culture of Europe, in plays, architecture, pop culture, stories, and conspiracy theories over the centuries. Even after the ghetto walls were torn down in the early 1800s by Napoleon and Jews were allowed to integrate into mainstream society, that hatred did not go away. If anything, the resentment grew, culminating in outbursts like the Dreyfus Affair, where a French-Jewish artillery officer was made into the fall guy for another spy, because he was Jewish.

There was a "Jewish Question" in the countries of Europe. A political National Question that went, "What shall we do with these Jews who live in our lands who we do not want?" And many of the Jews desperately wanted to prove that they were Good Model Citizens, but it didn't matter. Some of us, seeing the writing on the wall, and that the Europeans would never accept us, started agitating for political separation and independence--Zionism.

During this time, the old religious-based hatreds were being ostensibly phased out, and it was the era of "scientific racism", so a new word was coined--"antisemitism", to replace the old "Judenhass", to sound more "scientific". More anti-Jewish accusations were created, such as the "Protocols Of The Elders Of Zion", which is a Russian-made forgery that is supposedly the record of a meeting of Jewish elders in their master plan to control the world; it was written to distract hatred away from the Czar and onto a scapegoat. (Essentially just an updated version of the kings' tactic of scapegoating the Jews from centuries earlier)

So the hatreds stayed, regardless of what new clothes they wore. After World War One, when the Nazis said that the blame for the loss and subsequent humiliation and economic collapse of the Weimar Republic was because of the "Jews stabbing us in the back", there was a massive population of people who were already primed to hate and resent Jews and just needed that excuse to focus that hatred. They passed laws that specifically stripped citizenship from the Jews on racial grounds, instituted blood purity laws--again, on racial grounds--and built up to the Holocaust, where the Jews were not seen as human, but as vermin, out to contaminate their pure race.

In the process, they killed nine out of ten Jews who lived in Europe. Their hatred to the point that they diverted efforts to fight the Allies just so that they could kill Jews. Local people hated Jews so much that they collaborated with their own conquerors, just so they could kill Jews. Because they hated us so much, had hated us for centuries. Their "Final Solution" to "The Jewish Question." This part is what the Right Wing denies.

And then, in the aftermath, nobody wanted the remaining victims. Literally, the British said, "We'll carve off part of our Empire to give to them rather than let them come here."

So, after centuries of hatred and marginalization, Europeans gave into their hatreds that they had been raised with and murdered us in our millions, and we were traumatized.

And some of us went to the USA--the few that the US was willing to take in--and many more, not having any other place to go, went to British Mandate Palestine with the hope of self-governance in the future Jewish territory... having learned that they could not trust non-Jews.

That is the Holocaust and what led up to it, and some of the aftermath of it.

Left Wing Holocaust Denial erases all of that, except for the Holocaust itself, which is taken out of context as a moral lesson.

The Left Wing Unofficial Narrative Of The Holocaust is that the Nazis arbitrarily picked several groups of fellow European Whites, the Jews being just one of them, agitated against them in order to make an Enemy, and then killed them in order to cement power. Thus, in this narrative, the Holocaust was thus an aberration brought about by demagoguery and propaganda. Thus, it is imperative to remember "Never Again", because it can happen to anyone.

According to this narrative, "Jews" are just White Europeans who practice a different Abrahamic Religion, and who played the aftermath of the genocide for undeserved sympathy points to get a colony of their own where they could become oppressors in turn, and that they are getting special treatment that ignores the other victims of the Holocaust.

In doing so, the Left needs to ignore...

...the racial aspects of the Holocaust and the decades and centuries before it--the blood purity laws, the specific "racial science" that Othered Jews, and so forth--in favor of a "Jews are White" narrative.

...that the Jews were specifically targeted by the Nazis for extermination, to the point of irrational, self-defeating fixation, whereas only the Roma were as targeted for complete eradication alongside the Jews--in favor of a "But what about the other victims too?" narrative.

...the Nazi obsession with hating Jews (which has not gone away) as a fundamental part of their ideology, and pretending that the Nazi hatred of Jews is no different than the eugenics and political oppression that other groups were victims of--again, in favor of a "Other people were victims of the Nazis too!" narrative.

...the centuries of hatred and victimization that preceded the Holocaust and culminated in it--in favor of a "Jews are just European White People" narrative.

...the trauma that happened when you've lost your homes, your families, your way of life, and your society, and nobody made any efforts to help you, and how it becomes apparent, after trying to fit in and integrate for decades, that you can be Perfect Citizens and the Christians will still hate you so we need to defend ourselves for our own sakes--in favor of a "Jews are oppressors and didn't learn the right lessons from the Holocaust" narrative.

So, TL;DR:

Right Wing Holocaust Denial denies the body count and the atrocities...

Left Wing Holocaust Denial denies everything that built up to it, the centuries of Othering and murders, and the aftereffects.