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isitmeurlookin4 · 2 years

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HC Based Joe Goldberg from Netflix's You〈 canon divergent from series

21+ mun and muse. DNI if you're under 21〈 triggers are all over the blog

I'm highly private here and will interact highly selectively〈 mutually exclusive

I'm open for asks but please don't reblog memes〈 personals you can follow but don't reblog anything; same goes for non mutuals

Joe is a stalker sociopath who is toxic towards women〈 I don't support his actions clearly as this is a fictitious portrayal. FYI if you follow this blog please do so knowing what character you're getting involved to write with. If he makes you uncomfortable do us both a favor and do not follow. If you are not aware of how deeply problematic Joe is or think I will tone him down this is definitely NOT the blog for you.

Please remember the mun doesn't equal the muse〈 call me moonsea, she/her, over the age of 25. I'm easygoing and here to write with friends. I have discord but opt to disclose it only with people I know for a while so pls do not ask me for it if we do not know each other.

Shipping isn't going to be normal. Joe obsesses and kills. I also do not ship Joe with Love and avoid the plot point of Beck. This is a canon divergent blog and that goes with shipping. If you're looking for him to fall in love with Love or Beck I will not write that. I will be honest I dislike the Quinn family. lol I'm not here for it. Also do not assume he will automatically choose your muse as his next 'YOU' object when interacting. I usually will talk to the person I'm interacting with if that's something you're interested in with shipping with Joe. His main ship is my gf's @ixonmaiden BUT he is not a single ship blog. He is multiship; everything happens in its own universe. No cross shipping of any kind will take place. This blog is OC friendly and always female muse supportive. Joe is interested in females only for romance/shipping purposes. However he will interact with anyone bar child muses. 〈 don't autoship please

Joe is low activity and low follower count〈 casual rp with extensive plot

Do not god mod. And pls do not meta game. Yeah we know that Joe is a creep stalker BUT your muse doesn't know this when meeting him. So if your muse has some immediate epiphany about something being wrong with him well I will probably not reply to you. Cause that ruins the whole interaction. He doesn't show his true self. He is intelligent enough to play the game so remember this when dealing with him.

My opens are not to be liked by anyone who is NOT a mutual. Please do not respond to them if I have not followed you back. My interactions are private and selective for a reason.

Banned: Child muses. Love Quinn & The Quinn family in general. (I just have no interest). Amber Heard. Ezra Miller. Others using Penn Badgley's face for obvious reasons lol

Selective: For potential oc fcs - Victoria Pedretti, Elizabeth Lail. I'm not big on these two & it's better to be honest about that upfront.

Wanted: Would absolutely love to interact with - Adam, Delilah Alves, Marienne Bellamy, Nadia Farran, Kate Galvin, Lady Phoebe, Rhys Montrose, Peach Salinger.

Aesthetics: I have chosen to use static icons for aesthetic purposes on this blog. Maybe I will make some gif icons at some point. However, I will not use gifs. If you do that's fine. You may use gifs, gif icons, static icons or no icons at all. I'm not picky with it at all. I use small/medium gifs on other blogs but for the purposes of this one I prefer the statics I have made.

I'm portraying Joe based on headcanons and diverging from the canon. I look at him as someone who suffers from sociopathic tendencies and narcissistic behavior. Remember that Joe is not a prince charming. He might think he is but I know he is not. He feels as he does in his warped vision of himself and everyone around him BUT I do not agree with this. Take this as a major PSA on this blog. Cause I the mun am totally aware of how messed up he is. So no need to come at me in my inbox to tell me what I already know lol This character is dark and I'm aware of the reality of who he is. Joe Goldberg is a whole trigger.

#rules〈 abide by the rules

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scoutshonor56 · 6 years

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Mission Accomplished

“I went to war to avenge my brother’s death. But the only person I truly wanted to kill died 17 years ago.”

Well, here it is, another 9/11 anniversary… I’ve got to admit I had a hard time accepting that it has been seventeen years now; doesn’t feel that long. I see both the History and NatGeo channels have a World Trade Center marathon going tonight, or so it seems. I guess so we can all relive the horror: running crowds of terrified pedestrians, huge columns of smoke coming from the upper floors of the Towers so large they were seen by the crew members of the International Space Station; trapped office workers choosing a long plummet to the sidewalk below over the smoke and fire.

The surreal cumulus clouds of dust rolling down the streets of Manhattan making everything in its path and perimeter an empty ghost of its former self, covered under the chalky remains of what once was an iconic symbol of American wealth and power built of steel and concrete…

I could have gone a lot of ways with today’s blog, wondering where I wanted my focus, what was going to be my point - but it ends out I was moved by an op-ed from this morning’s Times more than anything else I read today about America’s welcoming into the age of international terrorism.

Because there was another grisly horror show waiting off stage, waiting for an angry and outraged America to bring down vengeance upon those responsible. So without further rambling, I bring you the words of Joe Quinn, a United States Army veteran, and someone as intimately acquainted with the 9/11 tragedy and its emotional aftermath as anyone.

It has taken me a while to realize something. Seventeen years ago, I saw a picture of Mohamed Atta for the first time, and my blood boiled from the sound of his voice emanating from the television, as he said over the airplane’s intercom system: “We have some planes, just stay quiet and you’ll be O.K. We are returning to the airport.” Instead, he crashed it between the 93rd and 99th floors of the World Trade Center’s north tower.

My 23-year-old brother, James, was on the 102nd floor.

Staring at that picture of Atta, I would have visions of what my brother’s final moments were like. I would envision my asthmatic brother slowly succumbing to smoke inhalation on the flat, gray corporate rug of his Cantor Fitzgerald office — trapped, climbing upward and afraid for the entire 102 minutes before the tower’s collapse. Glaring at Atta’s photo, I’d imagine my brother’s body buckling, falling, crumpling, burning, melting, and in that moment of imagination, my entire being wanted revenge against the people who did this.

So I joined the Army.

I joined the war. I deployed twice to Iraq and once to Afghanistan.

I learned many things but realized just one.

I learned that deploying for the second time was easier than the first, but each time it’s harder to fully come home.

I learned that I love soldiers. Nothing builds bonds more than living with a group of people in a war zone, getting shot at, not showering for months, roasting our own excrement in burn pits, cracking inappropriate jokes and serving something greater than ourselves.

I also learned how that love turns to heartache when one of those soldiers gets killed, and you pack his gear up in duffel bags to be shipped home to his wife and unborn child. I learned that another family’s losing a brother doesn’t bring my brother back.

But that wasn’t the thing I realized.

In Afghanistan, after an Afghan police officer demanded money from me at gunpoint to get through a checkpoint, I learned of the Kabul government’s widespread corruption. I learned that spending $68 billion on Afghan forces doesn’t buy the essential ingredients of a fighting force: loyalty, courage and integrity. I learned that most generals would always ask for more money, more troops, more time — and more war. It’s like asking Tom Brady what he wants to do on Sunday.

I learned that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. For the past 17 years in Afghanistan, we’ve tried everything: a light footprint, a big footprint, conventional war, counterinsurgency, counter-corruption, surges, drawdowns.

But that wasn’t the thing I realized.

I also learned that those who made the ultimate sacrifice are the very best of America.

I learned to try to live a life worthy of their sacrifice, but perhaps this is a false platitude. We’ll say, “Until Valhalla,” after hearing the news of another brother killed, but perhaps preventing more brothers from dying is just as worthy of their sacrifice.

I also learned to be a father. As I hold my son Graham James in my arms tonight, I feel selfish because there are thousands of fathers who never came home to hold their children. I feel selfish because there was a father who came home from war 17 years ago to hold his child in his arms and now that child is going off to fight in the same war.

A hard lesson, but it’s still not the thing I realized.

I learned that Osama bin Laden’s strategic logic was to embroil the United States in a never-ending conflict to ultimately bankrupt the country. “All that we have to do is send two mujahedeen to the furthest point east to raise a piece of cloth on which is written ‘Al Qaeda,’” he said in 2004, “in order to make generals race there to cause America to suffer human, economic and political losses without their achieving for it anything of note ….” Why are we continuing to do what Bin Laden wanted all along?

But that, ultimately, was not the thing I realized.

I learned that every part of me wanted to just stay quiet with my feelings about the war because I was afraid of what people might say. It’s easier to bask in the warm embrace of “Thank you for your service” without questioning what that service was for. One way or another, we were all affected by Sept. 11, which has caused us to view the war through a distorted lens. This is why most of us won’t comment or share or at least have a dialogue about the war.

But the main reason I wanted to stay quiet is because it has embarrassingly taken me 17 years to realize something, and what I realized was this: Seventeen years ago, staring at that picture of Mohammad Atta, I wanted revenge against the people who killed my brother. But what I finally realized was that the people who killed my brother died the same day he did.

I refuse to take Atta’s orders, or Bin Laden’s. I will not “stay quiet.” End the war.

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