#Society Issues

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Have you ever wanted to be known?

Have you ever wanted to be known? Have you ever wanted to be known?

H̶a̶v̷e̴ ̷y̷o̴u̶ ̶e̵v̵e̴r̷ ̷w̷a̷n̵t̶e̷d̸ ̷t̵o̷ ̷b̴e̵ ̶k̸n̷o̷w̴n̷?̷

H̷̖͛ȁ̸̜v̸̖͌e̵̠͊ ̶͚̇y̸̝͂ö̴̺́u̸͓͠ ̵̲̕è̵̟v̸̳̇e̷̡͝ȓ̷̻ ̷̨͑w̶̜̃ȁ̸̲n̷͉̏t̶͈̚e̷̯̽d̴̯͂ ̴̥͌t̶̝̍o̸͎̅ ̷͉͂ḅ̵͘ȇ̵̹ ̷̟̄k̷͓͆n̸͙͒o̶̲̔ẉ̸͗n̸̈́͜?̸͎̊

H̴̗̉͠a̷̬͐̆̓v̷͖̜̋͠ě̷̳̊ ̵̖̦̍̒̿y̵̟̙͇̆̆̃ŏ̴̪̪̘͠ú̶̙́̉ ̸̼̳̣͛e̴̞̎v̵͖̀̀́e̶̖̒͝ȑ̵̼̺̱̇ ̶̬̇w̷̖͍̉́ͅá̴͊̋͜ͅn̵͚͒̕t̸̻̰̾̀ͅe̵̗̯͈̾̃d̵̘̉ ̶̭̖͎̓̕͝t̷̥̂o̸̝̤̍ ̷̖̙̠̌̀b̸̧͖̩̃̐ḙ̵͆͠ ̵̠̩̗̍̓͝k̷͓͐ͅn̸̥͍͚̆ơ̷̡͝͠w̴̜̣͐ṋ̵͌͊?̴̤̎͆̏

H̶̡̝̦̱̼̪̃̌̽̓͐̈́͝ạ̵͈̉̂̃̓͐͝v̵̛͍̗͊͗̉͊̕͠e̸̢̨̬̞̼̻͍͌ ̵̘̖̬͆͌̐̂̍͋̆y̷̺̜͛̂͑̇̐͑͜͠ȍ̷͓̝͈̇̅̇͋̚ͅṳ̴͖͍̗̼͒̽̇̏ ̷̮͈̓̄ę̶̡̥̳̓̚͝v̷̬͛̒é̸͔͔͗̈́̊̕͘r̷͈̎̏͗̓ ̵̡̧̲͓̹̫͆́̅w̵̢̛̪͚̭͉̪̩̌ạ̷̢̧̱̙̑̕͝ͅn̸̤̐ẗ̸̯͙́̔́ë̶͍̹̥̠̺̖̈͜d̵̞͔̼͊͐͊̆́͆ ̴̧̰̪̱̺̂t̸̢̰͇̘͎̩̊ō̵̧̘͉̆ ̵͍͔͚̫̩̹͋b̷̢͎͉͍͗é̷̪̭͖̄̇͗͘͝ͅͅ ̷̨̧̤̠̰̈̎͒̽͘k̸͍̣͍̲͛͂̏̽͠n̴̢̛̮̲̘̟̊̔̄͗̊͝ǫ̵̤̪̞̲̞͍͛w̴̺̘͚̿̆͊̅̊̀͝n̵̰͚̥̉͂͐̎̋͠?̴̟̱̟̫̑̀̔̄̆͘

H̶͓͍̝̼͖͂̅̈̄̂̂̂̎͛̆̂͌̔̌̈́̒a̵̳̰͇̙̥̱̟͖̓̅̒͐̔̏̂͆̀̾́͘̕͘ͅͅv̸̝͚̲̻͓̆̒͛͆́͌̒̃̓̽é̵̢̡͉̥̥̼͓̥̩̱͓̈́͆́̍͆͂̈́̔͋̈̓̃̍̈́̚͜͝ ̵̧̛̠̟̱̟̅̃͛́͋̉̓͆̓̽̿̿̈́̐͜͝y̸̞͎̙̞̻͙̯̳̥͎̗̱͈͇͍̩͊̅͒͗̃̔͗̂͗͑͜ͅo̶̱͎̝̜͈̻̤͛̌̿̏͒̄̋͛̀́̌͊̀̔̚̚͠ú̴͌ͅ ̸̢̡̧̥͚͇̰͋͒͛͗͆̈́̿͜͜͝ẹ̸̡̡͎͈̘̦͎̬̝͇̩͉̩̲̱̺̐v̷̢̢̧̢̥͓̱͇̣͍̙̺̺̠̤̳͋͌̉e̶̮͔̫͎̱̱͉̮̳̬̝̫̊̑ͅͅȓ̶̢̛̛̛͈̞͕͙̺̮̐̅̑̌͊̔̏̔͜͠͝͝ ̸̨̨̝͚̭͐w̷̧͇̟͇̩͇̲͈̟̣̩͓͓̙̟̗͐̐̐̏́̔͝a̴̛̤̝͍̯͇̽̐̿̑̓̊̆͆̍̌͊̓̚͝n̸̨̘̭̹͉̘̱̪̈́̉̐͝t̷̮͙̻̔̓̿̒̀e̵̘͕͙̟̎̌͛ͅḑ̸̭͍̘̲̣̻̫̰͇̣͎͐͌̆̐͆̍̉̉͒͋̄̽̓̔́͘͠ ̶̧̖̻̥͉̬̟̫̩̯̤̺̐̾̂͒͛̐̎̈͂͌͂̚t̶̨̗̩̜̰̏́̓̈͜͜ͅò̸̲͖̺̦̙͎̟͎̥̥̝̺͇͔̼̩͒͛̎̾̽̂̇̏̈͑̈̑͋ ̷̛̦̘̝͉̅͋̏̀͆̒̽̿̿̅̄̎̾͝b̵̧̮͈̩͎̙͍͇̝̯͕͍̳̺͕̩͔̫̑̄̎̉̏̽͛̃̅̈́͊͌̃̚̚͠ḛ̸͈͈̘͇͔̬͂̓̾͘̕ ̶̢̢̨̳͕̻͉̣̙̯͉̠̦̝̘̺̜͘̚͜k̵̨̡̰̹̥̲̯̒̈́͗̈́͒̓͂̑̐̑͗̔̔̈́͝͠n̶̨̘͓̫͎͔̐̾̋o̴̡̮̻̗̺̪̝̖͍̊̀̈͒͐̇̐̀͘͠ẇ̷̛͗̓̎́͐́̏̂̔͋̒̆̕̕͜͝n̴̥̗̼̱̜̹̤̋̊̒͆͗ͅ?̴̜̣̓

H̸̛̲̙̍̽͌̔̌̎̃̀̐̀̓̏͛̊̎̽͛̄̌͗̉͊̿̌̒͑̊̇̃̉̚̕̚͘̕͝a̸̡̧̛̭͖͉̱̻̺̞̩̤̮̗̠̣̹̹̫̩̫̩͌̉̀̍̎̈́̏̀͊̈́̇̋̀̾v̵̳͍̮̺̺͉͍͎̳̟̞̻̱̹̪̟̗͇̂̐̒̓̉̽͜e̸̤̠͇̰̘̯̩̲̠̾̔̽͐͝ͅ ̷̨̦̳̲͔̮͕̗͉͙̪̟̅̎̄̆̈́̂̆̀̌̄̀̐̆̄̑̓̆͆̊́͑́͂̈́̂̐̽̈͘͝y̶̡̢̨̨̭̣̙̼͍͔̠̪̖̬̬͎̜͙̻̫̥̲̱̳̻͑̅̆͗̀͒̊͆̈́̂̉͋̎̃̎̉̿̅̓͊̋̀̅͂̓͒̾̿̑́̚͝͠͝o̵̹̔͐̇̃̄̂̈͛͑̕ū̸̡̡̬̦̘͖̦̮̣͕̖̦̩͍̯̼͙̥̳̬̗͊͌͑̽̇̑͗̂́̃̽̈́̋̿̽́͐͗̾̐̓̀̅̏̋͑̉͐͊́̄̏̈́͐͒̚͘͜͝ ̷̧̡̧̢̢̢̳͔̲̣̮̹̳̮͚̳̭͕͚̗̖̳͓̪͎͔͖̳̭̮͎̮̲͔̫̯͇͋̾̈́̽̀͗̎͌͒͆̒͛̃́̅̎̅̍̓̊͒̉̒̅̆̀̂͌̈́̚͘͝͝͝ͅẽ̸̡̢̡̢̡̧̨̥̥̜͓̠̜̠̤̣̖̳̱̻̜̫̜̭͔̞̤̮͇̼̭͈̤̦̤̤̘̯̀̋͋̿̈v̵͚̙͒̔͆͂͊̒̀͑̅̄̀͑͂́̇̓̄̈́̄͘ę̴̧̨̡̧̛͇̜̪̟̣͎͍̻̝̮̺̥̱̰̰̠͍͓̦̝̫̦͎͓͍̣̥̳͈̝͕̳̯̙̥͉͊̈̌̆̍̋̀̿̐͊̎̊̂̓͑́͐͒̔̈́͋̓̃̕͘̚̕͘͜͠͝͠ͅr̷̡̪͖̬͚̤̠̘̼͎̹̗̮̘̹̣͖̞͍̭̯̺̯̦̙̻̣͎̭̫͇͊̋̒́̈́̽̎̈̀̈́̅̾͛͌̋͊̈́̒͌͋̓͋̃̇̃͌͜ ̷̧̜̬̣͕̭͎͈͕͖̦͛̀̎̆̋͑͊́͐͜w̶̨̡̢̛̛͕̞̠͕̬̙͙̤̳̝͖̝̼̞͐̄̐͗͌̊̅͗̏̓͐̐̃̾̒̌̂̃̈͛́̽͌̄̆̑̊͂͋̕͘̕͘͜͜͝͝å̸̧̦̥͎̻̠̝͈͗̏͛̿̃̔̇͂̉̇͒̚͜͝n̶̨̢̤̖̗̻͇̲̣̯̞̲̺̲̫̔̍͛̑̃̈́̉́̆̈́͌͒̌̽̐̂͒̚̚͝͝͝ͅt̴̨̨̛̖̬̬̜̲̥̻̭̄͛̆͗̒͌̏͂̒̓͗̒͠ę̷̜̮̭͔̙͑́̀̈́͆́̀̾̓̈́͘ͅd̸̢̦̦̺̺̥̜̻̻̤͐́̈̍̾̉͌͘͜ ̵̢̞̘̞͙̭̩̱̫̜̣̜̖̮͕̠̣͕̫͓͙̮̺͔͚̜̜̳̳̻̐̈́̀̏̽̉̆̆̈̓̀̒̀̍̒̐͊̂̽̋̀̃͊̏͑̀̕͘̕̚t̴̬͓̤͈̱͂́͌̇̈̍̍͒͊̍̀́̇̌̋̚̕͠͝ǫ̷̧̨̛̜̯͙͉̗̮̘̩̜̅́͜ ̴̢͔̪̖̠̣̳͚̯̪̥̫̻͕́b̸̢͖̺͈͍̫͙͉̻͚̮͔̦̗̲͙̼̱͇̂̓̂̈́̉̎̓̈́̿̓̃͌̕̕͝ě̵̡̦̩̱̭̠̱̱͈̤͔̖͓̜͕̼̥̥͚̯̻̯̟̝̣̥̫̤̦̠̎̎͛̎̇͌̔͆͒͋̑̇̊̋̈́̀̈͌́̋̓̒͂̈́̂̉̍̚͘͝͠͠ͅͅͅ ̸̡̧̧̢̡̡̧̮̖͚͍̪̲̥̬̱͙̞͔̖̬̼̣̭̤̭̺̝̥̼̯̰͚͎̬̖͇̋̒̇̃̓̉͂͒̓̀̐̄͌̄̓̋̔͐́̈́̊̇̾͛͘̕͘͘͘͝͝͝ͅk̷̡̟̹̪̯͙͉̞̳̩̜͇̪̞̫͚̩͔̱̩̝͉̣̹̜̮̩̳͆́̔̑̂̚̚ń̷̡̨͇̜͚̮͎̲͚̥̤̹̤̹̝̲̫̣̮̘́̈͑͛̎͂͝ͅǒ̸̙̞̩͙͈̻̣̱̲͖̭͇̰̝̠͉̌̀̑͝w̶̪̓͆̈́͊͗̏͐̃̋ń̵̯̮͈̥̖̤͔̝̜̞̖̝̠̪͉̏̈́͜͝ͅ?̶͔̩̦̺̮̥͓̐̓̈́̔̈͆̽̇̆̅̂̾̏͜͝

Ḥ̸̢͙̝̻̺̯̫̮̰̗̟̫̭͔̪̥͔͇̇̍̅̃̈́̆̿̊̂͗̈́͆̽̽̾̚̚͜ǎ̸̡̡͙͙̫̪͙̖̩̙̱̱̯͚̦̜̜͔̰̗̦̳̤͔̖̱̪̫͇̟̔̐͛̿̈́̑̃̽͌͑̑̑̽́͗̌̍̏̐͐̕̕͠͝͝ͅv̷̨̨̢̢̢͔̙̟̜̰̤̬̱͚̮̰̦̳̭͚͍̺̯̝̼̘̥̰͉̰̤͉͖̱͚̣̞̦̳̪͉̙̖̯̾̔́͗̋̑̏̓̊̏̾̀̅̿̾̾̂̕̚͠͠ͅę̷̡̢̨̧̨͉̮̰͕̜̮̙̦̣͈̤̥̬̱̯̠̔͋͊͑́̀͆́̇̽̈̎͛̃́̈̀̕͘͜ͅ ̵̢̢̨̧̣̣̥̗̳̦͚̯̻̱̖̙̱̖̫̟̻͙̬̻̪̖̜͖̻̟͔̖͇͖͓̅͂̓ͅͅͅy̷̢̡̛̛̛̛͈̪̰͚͈͔͓͉̭̲̣̼͕̲͍̜̖͉͚̞̯̥̪̪̙̝̠̩̣̳͐̇́̎͋̈́̌̐̔̀̌̓̂̍̇͋̇̉̊͗̆̓͒̑̀͊̆̀̌́̍̈̆́̇́̈̐͐̿̕̚̕͘͜͝ͅǫ̴̗͚̦͍͚̣̥̥̣̮̭̐́̋͑̈̾̿̄̏̾̈́͊͒̓̒͘͘͜͜u̸̧̡̨̧͉͙̮̠̣͓̭̤̯͕̱͚̮̙͚̼̪̟̼̓̓̈̎̍̆̂̿̂̅̓̅͑̈́̇͋͗͛̐̉͌̆̌̌͌̓͐̓͂̓̈́͂́̒́̑͘͘̕͜͝͠ͅ ̴̨̹͕̠̮̱̿̂̆̓̈̔̀͆̾̂̅̀̇̑͊̎̓͆͑͑͝ͅè̶̢̨̪͈̳͎̹̮͙̝̯̦͚͔͖̝͚̥̃̇͊͆̅̀̊̔͂̕ͅv̵͍̝̭͓͎͗̋́͛̓̿̈́̄̕͝ȇ̴̡̡̡̛̺͙͇̳̺̺̮͍̞̮̙́̐͗́͐̊͐͐̎͛͐͋̚r̶̨̢̢̨̢͎̻̻͖̠̰̜̻̯̗̞͇̩̲̞̝̻̫̩̱̯̗̪̙̥̮̲̍͆̊̋̉́̈̀͆͛̾̎͜͜ͅ ̶̨̨̢̨͔͙̥̼̺̩͖̠͎̓̾͐̐̀̔͆͋̉͒́̉̾̍̊͐̓̇͋̚̕͝͝͝͝w̵̢̡̧̛̛̯͉̗͉̼͓̲̤̝̣͈̟̘͓̦̬̭̲̤̜̦̫̰̯̻̖͔̯̼͔̹͉̠̌̍͊̏̈́̾͛̐̉̃̃̊̇̅́́̈́̅̈́̐̌̅̋̉̂̔͆̐͑͐̈́̓̽̂̈́̕̕͘͜͜͜͝͝͠ă̸̛̗̄̅̐̊̂̾͒̃̄̌́͌̑͐̎̀͆̿̎̓͗̀͑̈̋̉̀̈͑͒̐̚͝͠͝͠n̸̡̨͇̰̣̫̜̮̳͓̱͍̙͖̗̜̊̑̌͊͆́̿͜t̷̛̗̞͔̀̒̀́͑̿̽̅̑̇̐̊̚͘̕̕͝ę̴̨̨̡̢̧̢̢̢̳̰͇͉̺̜̯͇͇͚̞̮͙̜͈̼͍̼͔͖̦͇͇͓̖̜̜͖̪̞̯̜̯͎̙̮̌̓̇̒̌͜͜d̸̢̡̛͚̙̟̘̭̫͙̪̭̭̖̬̤̼͎͉͓͎̳̤͗̉͒̈̿̐̄̅̉͑̓̒̽͌́́͋͋̿̅̊͐̆̇́̈̾̽̍̊̀̕̚̚̕̕ͅ ̵̛̛͎̫̜̗͔̝͇̝̯̤̝͈̥̫̫̯̊̈͒̓̄͑̎͛͑̈́̓͗̀̌̽̽́͋̿̒̉̿̓́̂͛̅̂̈͘̕͝͝͝͠ţ̵̨̢̡̛̺̖̘͉̳̲̣̩̭͓̭̜̘͆̒͆̊̌͊̈́̾̈́̿̅̅̀̉̾͑̉̇͒̈́́́̀́̈́̀̅́̅͗͊͂̅͋̈̚͘͝ő̴̧̡̢̫̦̲̞̪̩͓̪͉̗̦͔͖̭̠͔̣͙̱̖̟̤̫̘̆̌́͒͐̋͊̓̐̄͒͒́̓͌̔̓̀͑͂͌͑̚̕̕͜͜͝ͅ ̷̡̨̡̧̡̢̨̡̹̺̫̟͉̥̟̯̱̭̥̼̱̩̼̗̦̖̬̠͓̣̼̗̝̬͖̭̥̚͜ͅͅḇ̶̛͕͍̦̜͔̤̜̟͖̥̔̅́͛̿͒̑̅̂̌̎́̂̑̑̽̇̀͒̈̓̀̊̈́̕̕̕͘͜͠͝ȩ̴̨̙̱̗̻̻͓̣̗͔̗̜͈͈̲̜͑͊̀͆͛̏̌́̓͜͜͠ ̸̨̝̹͈̹͎͙̣̩̼̠̪̘͚̩͇̝̗̪̥̪̲̲̪͇̜͎̼́̀͑̄̆̐̊̒̋͂̇̏̑͋͊̿͒̎̓͆̉̓͒́̓̐̈̋͗̌͛͛̕̚̚͘͜ķ̷̛̥̩̯̟̖̿̾͌͌͋͊́̌́̿͌̂͆͂͛̉́̋̉͠͠n̸̢̡̙̘̺̻̹̖̬̥̱͉̱̰̬̭̯̝͇̻̠͈͙͈̲͔̖̫̯͕͗̍͑̈́̃̐̒̈́̂̐̀̌̐̈́́̔͋̔̈̅̚͝͝ǫ̶̗̦̦͓͈̩̝̮͖͇̠͈̍̌̐̆̌͐̏̿̀͑̀̋̇̇̊̈́̿̅͒͛̃͂͊̉̈́̓̃̒̀͊̋͛̚̕͠w̶̡̢̨̖̗̺̳̞̼̬͕͕̻̞̜̻̳̞̬̺̩̠̹͔̝̯̳͉̼͐̾͊̒͊͂͐́̂̇̏͒́̿͋̈́̐̈́̕͝ṅ̵̨̢̧̨̡̨͈̮̘͙̠͔̻͈͙̩̪͉̙͕̩̳͚̻̳̜͓̘̬̙̣͉̲̘͔̩̣̫̬̜̺̫͈̰̻̖̜͓̆̉̋̄͆͂̅̋̔̀͂̀̐͆͗͑͒̌̈́͂̇̋̊͆͂̆̌̆͛͌̀͘̚̕͘̕̕͜͝͝͠͝͠?̸̡͕̘̳̯̫̜͈̫̖̫̫̜̟̻̭͎̟͙̘͈͕̹̝͓̘̮̝̗̱͔̓̓̇͑̔̇̄̅̈́͛͛̓̽̒̃̇̾̎͑̕͜͠͝

Have you ever wanted to be unknown?

#This is a social commentary #Feel free to ask about it #I say feel free but i mean please/nf #I might not respond right away but I will try #This is the host btw #The sign off just didnt fit with the post #social media #social commentary #society #society issues #society is fucked #social issues

[jeannahas]

Judgement

Heartbeats.

Again. Pulsing. Deep. Rhythmic.

A heart, stationary in a dark space, beating. blood flowing. Dark, twisted. greedy.

Rage. Mine- deep, sudden, unprovoked.

Faster, faster, heat rising, almost crushing itself in a desperate fear -

Smoke. Embers, Curling flames along the edge of paper, a charring of the tissues, trails of dark fire racing across the veins, the arteries, one final THUMP -

Ash.

One word, loud, overbearing, filling every FIBER of my being -

EXCISE.

I sit up.

My blankets lie far to the side of me, cast off at some point during the night, as I gulp for air, my arms trembling in that way they always did when I was dragged from sleep, as my nerves struggled to connect to my mind once again, struggled to fight through the murk of sleep. I felt a pain - a stabbing headache like a migraine, as I force my eyes to open, staring at the hardwood floor of my small one bedroom apartment, as that dream haunted my thoughts. My body was still stiff, and limp, at the same time - but my mind was as far from sleep as it could have been.

I fumbled for my phone at the edge of the nightstand, wincing as it flared to life at full brightness before I tamed the overbearing light, rapidly typing into the searchbar: "Excise - to remove a section of a document." That wasn't right. I scrolled for more definitions - Root: Ex- to remove, out of, cise - cut. Ok... to cut out, to remove. Apparently it was a term that was sometimes applied to medicine, to cutting things out, cutting out bad tissue. Or something.

I rubbed my eyes, but opened them again, staring blankly at the floor, before I forced myself to stand. That dream... Felt different. Felt important. My arm twitched, and I winced in pain, glancing down as my hand seemed to clench. I felt my heartbeat spasm, and I gasped as I fell to my knees, but the feeling subsided almost immediately.

I opened my phone - opened the news.

A livestream - playing. Had I left it running? It was some political campaign, and everyone was in a panic.

Ah. The title mentioned The Orange Idiot. Wait - a stretcher? Medical staff rushing onto the stage?

By the end of the day I knew what had happened. It was published all over the news everywhere, and soon YouTubers and news sites were directing it.

Assassination - probably. He had collapsed on the stage, clutching his chest as his eyes went wide, limbs spasming in pain and some kind of horror mid-speech. He fell to the ground, and medics rushed over, and reportedly he clutched at them and tried to speak - and promptly died.

It was the autopsy report that stuck with me. The description.

His heart - immolated. Charred, all the tissue around it burned as if the heart had been the source of the flame.

It couldn't be....

Right?

I had to know. I had to test my dumb theory. Because each night, I had the same dream. But it was not the same heart, each night different, different feelings, different thoughts.

Always, the dream ended with the same chilling word.

EXCISE.

That morning, I woke up early. And actually got up, got dressed, and walked into the living room as the sun began to rise, just barely peeking into the second floor of my apartement. In my hand... a list. Names. ones I knew. Cancers. Corrupt tissue in society. Only five. Just in case... something.

Shakily, I drew the blinds, cutting out the sun. I turned on the TV, and flipped it to the first live story I was casting from my phone. It had been live for the Orange Idiot, maybe that was important?

I tuned into the first one. An interview. Rare, with this individual. He talked about his plans for expansion - for automation. The reporter accused him of mistreating his employees as he managed the many warehouses - of how easy it would be for him to solve some of the big issues that threatened humanity - or at least the nation.

It wasn't even voluntary.

I could SEE it. Beating. In his chest. A heart. A faint, ghostly echo, superimposed before my eyes. It beat calmly. emotions wafting off of it- pride, disinterest, frustration at being challenged.

I extended my hand, trembling, and for a moment, it felt as if I held that heart in my hands. I saw him hesitate, pause, touch his chest with a perplexed expression as my hand gripped the phantom heart before my gaze. It felt like a stood before him, above him, below, smelling everything, feeling the emotions and confusion.

I flexed.

Pain flared in my chest too, but I didn't let go. In the span of a second - maybe two - the heart was reduced to char. It faded from my view, and suddenly, the video caught up to me. The man - wealthier than almost any other on earth, cried out once in pain, before the fire seared the edges of his lungs, whips of smoke puffing out of his mouth for a moment as he clutched at his chest, pitching over sideways.

Screams.

I turned the TV off. Turned my phone off.

It was... true then.

I looked back at my list. Steeled myself.

Three died that day. I tried to do it with photos - with recordings- nothing.

There was a lot of experimentation that week. Videos of people getting kidnapped, realizing that I couldn't seem to affect things that happened to far in the past. Photos didn't work either.

Word spread of a terrorist movement. Of billionaires and a few governemtn officials - from a couple different countries- dropping dead.

Dictators made live speeches.

Putin.

A few others.

Everyone stopped making live speeches. They noticed the trend. I knew I had to be careful. Had to bide my time. When it was happening, in that moment I could feel that heart in my grasp... I felt things. Emotions. Not my emotions either, I knew that much. I KNEW something terrible. The worst thing that heart desired.

There is so much I wish I could erase from my mind. I threw up the first few times thinking about it. But as evidence of this... curse? Ability? Power? Became irrefutable, I began to see it as something of a duty. I kept up with the news. Made a point to learn about events. Bought binoculars.

A few were... somewhat petty. Three CEO's. Not the most evil... but knowing someone's heart, knowing without a doubt they see people only as something to be extorted... it made it easier in those cases.

After a month, people began making live speeches again. but no one I KNEW was guilty like those first few - I suspected, of course, but I still hadn't tried to... stop the process, once I could see the heart. I didn't know If I could stop it, it felt so automatic. I didn't want to rest causing harm, instead of good. Excising dead tissue can be necessary for healing - but I reminded myself that if done carelessly, limbs can be lost, and irreparable damage can be dealt easily.

Speculation continued as to how the terrorists had managed to strike all over the world in such a short span without being caught - some were calling them acts of god - true maybe, if god was responsible for this - while others called it the work of the devil, or a conspiracy.

I was walking by an alleyway - lost track of time at work. It was winter, and the dark had set in fast. I was walking, had blown a tire.

I heard the gunshot - saw the man rifling through her pockets as her breathing turned ragged.

I didn't even think. Rage pulsed like a fire through my veins.

I gripped his soul - another heart reduced to cinders, his last breath a puff of ash.

It hit the news. The difference of the scale of crime had stood out to everyone. The first time it hadn't been live, the first "petty crime." They found the body of the dead girl, of course, and could tell that he shot her - he was still holding the gun.

A wildfire of speculation. People wondered if it was a group of dedicated vigilantes with rare technology, or if the murdurer had been a member of the "Terrorists" who had gotten on their bad side.

They all guessed wrong. In a dozen different ways. Work closed for a little while.

I left to a rally. A senator - trying to get reelected despite his lies.

This was risky. could they track it back to me? Was that even possible? They could maybe look for patterns in where my cell phone was right? For these ones, where I couldn't just look on the television?

Nevertheless - binoculars raised.

a cruel heart reduced to Cinders. A heart dedicated to wealth, to separating families, to suffering - to dehumanization as a tool of power.

Another corpse on a stage, as cheers and chants turned to screams, as people began to run.

I'd never seen this part. The panic, the fear from the masses. I felt guilty about that. I'd only ever thought about the removal - not the trauma.

It made sense. I hadn't felt the same since the first time I'd done this on purpose.

I almost was trampled. Police arrived, tried to lock everyone in in a bid to find the assassin - rubber bullets, tear gas, any other number of things - police in full riot armor, beating and striking.

One stood in front of me- my eyes met his.

I saw only cruelty.

My eyes locked with his partner's. He was young - in those eyes I saw only fear- a desire not to hurt.

I looked back at the larger man, with the raised baton about to crash down onto my head.

I snarled.

That's all it took. He collapsed, clutching his chest, and I ran with the rest of the fleeing crowd.

I took it slow that month. My family asked if I was alright after having witnessed that, that they found it odd for me to be there at that rally anyway, and they hoped that nothing else happened.

Then something curious happened.

I found a page.

It was just called "The Death List". It bore names of several individuals. CEOs, politicians, murderers, criminals, rapists, and any other number of things.

The name was adopted by the press as the name for this Terrorist Movement that was Me - because anytime I... did what I did - that name was moved to the top of the list - and immediately crossed off.

Two months I did nothing. Then I scratched the first seven names I had been able to verify- and a few others - which I was able to find live events for - off of the list. Murderers and rapists on trial, corrupt officials. One - another of the wealthiest - as he gazed proudly at one of his stolen creations. His bid to immortality.

A few social media sits gained new CEOs that day, coincidentally, with that last mark.

The manhunt began in earnest then. All over the United States, people were searching for members of the "Deathlist" - and many many people were accused. I didn't know what to do about that. How to respond. The deathless itself became a closely monitored site, and I didn't really dare to access it - but copies of the list were thrown up almost everywhere. Researched endlessly. Vetted and disputed.

So I decided to go to an event. I didn't have any other abilities. I was a normal person - just with one dark gift. bullets, knives, punches, bricks - all still the same. Just as painful - just as lethal. This time each person was checked religiously as they entered, and cleared. We couldn't actually see the speaker. Her face was projected onto the screen alongside her name.

That was all I needed. I waited until she said something I knew to be false - until she claimed a LIE I FELT deep inside her soul.

And it burned.

I was trampled that day. Was rendered uncurious. Was detained with 200 other people who hadn't slipped away in the chaos.

We were released eventually. No wire, no mic- but oh boy were we marked to be monitored. They were looking for trends now, patterns.

So I've waited.

And I'll wait. I see changes. Evil being hidden, being repressed in a bid to stay out of the spotlight under the chaos of upheaval and sudden changes. Instability, revolutions, revolts in some places.

But in the meantime.... I'm watching the list. watching as billionaires and cartel kings hide their wealth in new ways the list tracks - watching as live updates of private jets are posted to the Deathlist.

The body of the society knows it is sick -

it has identified the cancer to be excised.

#short story #horror #superhero #supervillain #powers #whatif #what if #excise #society issues #fiction #contemplation #midnight musings

[zebulontheplanet]

Just a reminder that people who still live with their parents as adults deserve respect and for you to stop being ableist. There are multiple reasons someone could still live with their parents! From invisible to visible disabilities, finance issues, and more!

Stop using the “well they’re gonna turn into a creep living in their parents basement” punchline! It’s disgusting. STOP. BEING. ABLEIST. STOP. FORGETTING. THE. POOR.

#autism #zebrambles #actually autism #actually autistic #visible disability #invisible disability #neuordiversity #neurodivergent #physical disability #financial issues #society #ableism #tw ableist language #tw ableism #Zebplanet

[horrifically]

this perfectly encapsulates the online experience

#please this was literally how it was with my ex friend 😭 like you are not a catboy youre a danger to society 😭 #heavy on pyschosexual issues lmao #chris fleming

[asterwild]

PENGUINS. all of them!

(not precisely to scale, but close)

#most species have a range of several inches and i was just eyeballin it #re: little vs fairy #wikipedia has them divided into two species (aus vs nz i think) #if this hadn't been so hastily put together i wouldnt have based it solely on wikipedia #and probably would've actually gone with the global penguin society who lists them as one #i'm no expert and have no idea what sort of taxonomical debates are going on & whether this is a hotly contested issue #but i did switch to just one when i updated this for prints and such #penguins #animals #animal art #birds #id in alt #all the things

[blueboyluca]

#TikTok #I had good parents and have no issues with my upbringing #however I still relate #we live in a society etc #anyway niche humour I like it

[butchysterics]

americans imagining Land Back as a reverse colonization where your family is violently displaced from their home—just no, and there’s so much projection and anti-indigenous sentiment in that reaction that we need to unpack. in the same way abolishing private property does not equate to taking the personal property/housing from regular human beings, land back deserves your full attention in the actual demands and futurities that native people are calling for. this knee jerk resistance against land back needs to stop inventing hypotheticals instead of engaging with the reality of this which is A. a broader political call to rematriate land to indigenous communities, who currently have limited resources because this is a settler colonial state B. specific calls to return specific lands—often ‘public lands’ i.e. national parks, blm land etc—which often carry cultural significance and also very direct legacies of violence tied to the original displacement. C. a return to indigenous land management strategies, which are place-based and culture-based and offer paths to restoring/reclaiming/reconfiguring the ecologies and human communities most damaged by colonialism/capitalism/the world we currently live in D. land back is deeply tied to the movements protesting oil and gas pipelines, catastrophic mining, etc ongoing destruction of the environment that place indigenous communities on the frontlines yet threatens /everyone/ downstream who drinks water and has a body

#this is such a complex issue that starts to unravel american society when you unpack it #in a good way that asks—okay what do we do next? how are we going to live here and do right by our neighbors and their+our descendants? #regardless of who is in Power/who heads the State #we live on the ground we stand on we’re responsible to our local ecologies and our neighbors #this is where i’m at politically as a white settler

[queerism1969]

#free healthcare #free education #anti capitalism #eat the rich #late stage capitalism #capitalism #fuck capitalism #socialism #antiwork #capitalist hell #poverty #social issues #society #social security #social commentary #social justice #social skills #regulation #investments #social distancing

[rapturepoetry]

The Child You Never Wanted

you tell me to brush my own hair I don’t know how you roll your eyes and tell me to figure it out

I’m brushing as hard as I can Tearing pieces of my hair out with knots, clumped up and bloody

I’m crying and go to tell you there’s blood mommy I’m not sure if what I’m doing is right

But you scream at me for bothering you Can’t you do anything by yourself? Why did I even have you?

I run and hug her, tell her I’m sorry I cried I love you mommy, I won’t ask again

I squeeze harder, if the hug is big enough it shows how much you love them

She doesn’t hug me back.

#new poets community #new poets corner #new poets on tumblr #new poets society #poetry #aesthetic #spilled writing #spilled poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #mommy issues

[burninglights]

the revolution is coming, but only if you learn to do the dishes.

You can read all the Marx and Lenin and Troksky in the world, you can own the hammer and sickle flag, you can use a photo of Thomas Sankara as your twitter profile, but theory and grandstanding means jackshit if you aren't going to back your theory up with action.

"but how do I fight against the hyperconsumerism that drives late-stage capitalism?" buy fair trade and ethically sourced! support local artisans! set up a barter system with some mates for skilled crafts and food items! establish a trade network in your community, so you're less reliant on corporations like Amazon!

"how do you want me to seize the means of production?" get involved with citizen advocacy groups! join a trade union or donate to funds to support picketing workers! look, if you wait for ~the revolution~ then you'll be waiting until your dying day. if enough of us organise and do a thousand little acts of revolution every day, then we can at least make a start.

Change soon come, but only if we take the steps to make it.

#em.txt #socialism #social justice #I think a big part of the issue is that white tankies are and western society as a whole are so disconnected #from the principle of Ubuntu and community in general #communism #Marxism #ancom

[stardew-bajablast]

can 2024 be the year we stop calling stay-at-home moms stupid for being ‘financially dependent’ and risking being trapped in abusive relationships, and instead start addressing why there are no social safety nets in place for people who choose to leave the workforce to raise their children

#i’m so tired of the way everyone talks about this issue #like no it actually is really fucked up that doing something which is a net positive for society (raising children) #can put someone in a potentially devastating and life ruining situation #tradwife discourse #stay at home mom #stay at home parent #feminism #anti capitalism #capitalism #star rambles

[mad-girlslove-song]

when ethel cain said “i tried to be good am i no good am i no good am i no good” which started with her self-loathing after being abused by her father and neil perry said “i was good. i was really good” and then he killed himself because he knew that he would never be good enough for his father

#strangers ethel cain #ethelcain #ethel cain #hayden silas anhedönia #hayden anhedönia #preachers daughter #feelings #writing #coming of age #quotes #web weaving #american teenager #sun bleached flies #a house in nebraska #southern gothic aesthetic #southern goth aesthetic #southern gothic #dead poets society #neil perry #mommy issues #daddy issues #intergenerational trauma #mothercain #mother cain #western nights #family tree #ptolemaea #august underground #televangelism #on fathers

[lilyginnyblackv2]

I think a lot of Buddy Daddies fans will be interested in this article by Unseen Japan entitled:  How discriminatory comments by Japanese Prime Minister Kishida Fumio's secretary may lead to actual reform on LGBTQ+ issues in Japan.

Here is an excerpt from the article (with text provided underneath):

Text: Just days after Prime Minister Kishida minced words on legalizing same-sex marriage, his secretary Arai Masayoshi made things worse. Speaking to reporters off the record, Arai expressed his distaste for sexual minorities, saying, “I don’t want them living next to me either. ”Arai’s comments very much made it on the record. The ensuing backlash led to Kishida summarily sacking him. Arai’s blatant discrimination prompted politicians and activists to decry his comments and reignited discussions on the government’s failure to protect sexual minorities.

(Bold done by me for emphasis and to highlight what Arai said, specifically.)

There are also a lot of quotes by politicians in the article as well. One, Koizumi Shinjiro, makes this comment:

Text: Looking at the news reports on these statements, once again I feel that the government’s efforts to tackle the declining birth rate on a different dimension will never come to fruition if their policy is based on denying diverse values and ways of life [3].

It should be noted that many of the politicians, activists, and every day people in Japan do not agree with these sentiments and actually support same-sex marriage rights. Unseen Japan made a Twitter post about this, which I will link below.

Text:  A new telephone poll by Kyodo News says that, in the wake of discriminatory comments against LGBTQ people by PM Kishida’s (former) secretary, a full 64% of people in Japan support same sex marriage rights. Only 24.9% oppose.

And the wild thing is that Buddy Daddies is airing right now, right when it seems like issues regarding same-sex marriage, discrimination, and general rights are all starting to reach a boiling point in Japan. We have this show airing about two hitmen living together and raising a child together. IN MODERN DAY 2023 JAPAN.

That’s the big thing. They aren’t raising a kid together in a made up fantasy land or in a sci-fi future world or in a city based off of NYC. Kazuki and Rei are raising Miri in modern day, 2023, Japan. 

When Kazuki and Rei are at Miri’s daycare, listening to her speech with all the other parents (moms, really) like this:

They are going to be perceived as a same-sex couple. When the government official was looking over their paper work like this:

He was perceiving them as a same-sex couple. 

We know that one of the theme’s of the series is “two people of the same sex raising a child together.” That was a modern day theme that they wanted to explore. And they are exploring it so mundanely. Like, there are some ridiculous aspects to the series, but those aspects aren’t connected to them being two guys raising a child. The ridiculous stuff usually stems from the conflicting aspects of their job and caring for Miri + their general personalities.

Instead, we are getting a story that is normalizing the concept of a same-sex couple (as society would perceive them) raising a kid together. Right when there is a shitstorm going on in the Japanese government around discriminatory statements about sexual minorities by the PM, the PM’s secretary, and other politicians in PM’s political party in the past (like back in 2018).

This is kinda revolutionary by not being revolutionary at all, and just presenting everything in a realistic and normal way (in regards to the more SOL aspects, anyway). And that, in the current Japanese social and political climate surrounding LGBT+ based issues, makes it a very queer series. Even if the creators weren’t intending on that. 

And now, I am done finishing on this topic (at least for now), lol.

#Buddy Daddies #KazuRei #Kazuki Kurusu #Rei Suwa #same-sex marriage in Japan #Japanese government and politics #Japanese society #Japanese LGBT issues #LGBT #queer #queer media #long post #image heavy post

[currux]

☆∻∹⋰⋰

#social justice #virgin mary #aesthetic #dark aesthetic #gothic aesthetic #self love #self care #fuck the patriarchy #fuck social norms #feminism #radical feminism #womens rights #human #human rights #fuck social media #fuck society #social issues #self improvement #self help #feminine rage #divine feminine #retrowave #glow aesthetic #vaporwave #neon aesthetic #retrofuture #synthwave #dark feminine energy #equal rights #equality

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

The Problem With Puzzle Pieces

Autisticality

#autism #actually autistic #autism awareness month #autism acceptence month #puzzle piece #the issue with the puzzle piece #there’s nothing “missing” #we shouldn’t have to “fit” in with society #we aren’t broken #use the infinity symbol instead #neurodivergence #neurodiversity #actually neurodivergent #Autisticality (Facebook)

[deus-and-the-machina]

hythlodaeus be like "teehee I hope I can be of some use" *clean headshot* 😊

bitch they wanted you for the aether-centric governmental position I know you think your curmudgeony cunt husband is amazing but stop selling yourself short its a slippery slope to sacrificing yourself to make god smh

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #im glad ee3 confirmed hes downplaying his own abilities bc soooooo many people just take characters at their word in this game #im always curious as to how his esteem issues developed I dont think its as simple as 'society' bc hes pretty accomplished in the context o #said society they wanted him on the convocation! hes in charge of a whole bureau and that doesnt mean no one ever made him feel bad and we #know erichthonious got mocked though his situation is more actively extreme but the main example of something hyth cant do is transformatio #which is considered preposterous to do in front of others most of the time so it seems like it wouldn't matter too much. maybe its moreso #that he sees others as better and more deserving and is constantly comparing himself and seeing others be better at him in certain areas #started to develop those esteem issues #siren says #funny post which is a trap for my character musings anyways #hythlodaeus