#and you don't want to get vaccinated to stupid fuck

[battywitch]

If someone could fucking slap me that'd be great

#hashtag first world probs or whatever i know i know #i keep crying about green day 🙄🙄🙄 #this is like 5+ times recently beginning with the announcement of Saviors and the tour #then i cried listening to a track #then i cried because i looked at the tour and saw they were gonna be with one of my partner's fave bands #and then that two stops were less than 6 hours from me and one of those they would be with smashing pumpkins (partner fave but i also like) #now crying because of an additional single dropping before the release day #but I've also cried at least twice i think because i won't be seeing them #I've waited so fucking long for them to go on tour again with new music #there are only a handful (like. maybe 3) bands whose tour i would even think about considering. ya know. pan-fucking-demic. #and I'm ngl. if i could afford to go i would be incredibly tempted and might actually do it (masked and boosted) #I've only seen one live performance in my life afaik (cage the elephant and silversun pickups and some band i hated) #and green day is one of my all time faves and one of about 5 that I've really wanted to see live #i know this is stupid omg i know #it's just that my disappointment is tied up with covid emotions too and how much we were all failed by the push to go back to normal etc etc #i see so many people acting like the pandemic has been over and i want to scream #you think we (people who actually take it seriously) DON'T want to be able to enjoy life again? but we fucking can't #because of government failing and selfish assholes who can't be bothered to mask up and get vaccinated etc #I'm so tired of this

[phyrestartr]

HOUND | Miguel x M!Reader

Geneticist!Miguel x Guard!Reader Part 1 W/C: 2.5K | Part 1 of 2

Slight NSFW, zombie AU, apocalypse AU, mentions of exploitation and abuse, body horror, gore, immoral research and experiments, power imbalance, reader is a criminal, miguel is a scientist, dark themes, part 2 ends on a positive note, reader is morally grey, bottom!miguel, top!reader, sorry there's lore lol

Note: Wanted to post this bad boy in full, but the second half sorely needs some revising T-T It should be finished and up fairly soon, though! I hope this is ~intriguing~ for those who like darker stuff! Also I did a light edit on this part, but I really just want to get it out so lol sorry if things sound stupid/don't make sense asdjkf;l

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There exists a cure.

That's what Alchemax declared. And it was the truth, just not the full truth. Not something the public would be happy with, anyway. 

The so-called "cure" was…unreliable, only recoding the RNA of select individuals for a reason that Alchemax's geneticists struggled to identify for the longest time. But after combing through the files of each expendable inmate and finding similarities, it became clear: those who'd been in the presence of nuclear energy, or high amounts of radiation, were suitable candidates for the vaccine. 

"Guess it's a good thing we didn't shut down those mines," Aaron had sneered at the board meeting. "Otherwise we wouldn't have the army of immune mutants running around for us." 

Miguel rolled his eyes. Sure, the idiot wasn't wrong, but he was taking it too far; plenty had died because of their experiments, and plenty more of the "immune" were sure to die with the unknown side effects of whatever the vaccine was bound to show in a matter of years (or in mere months, if they were unlucky). 

"It's a start," Miguel begrudgingly added. "But intentionally damaging civilian RNA with radiation, and then repairing it with S-2099, especially when we're not aware of any side effects yet? The UN won't have it. Can't imagine civilians would love it either." 

"Well, it's either get bit and die, stay afraid and die, or get painlessly exposed to a blast of radiation and then maybe die if 2099 doesn't fix them like we think," Liv offered with a shrug. "I, for one, would be honoured to die in the name of science." 

Miguel coolly looked over at her. "Thanks for volunteering." 

Liv's expression twisted. The energy in the room would've exploded if it hadn't been for Stone's interjection. 

"We will not be commencing civilian trials. Not until success rates increase with approved subjects provided by the state." The man spoke so steadily, so reasonably, like sacrificing the lives of orange jumpsuits meant nothing. 

They were dismissed soon after. Screens flickered out, holograms faded, and Miguel found himself alone with the other few scientists left at their Nueva York location. 

He stayed seated, vaguely aware of the others filtering out and murmuring amongst themselves, but his thoughts demanded his attention–he knew, even if the government didn't approve of essentially soft-nuking colonies of survivors, that Tyler Stone would find a way to do it, and would label it an accident. The man, his birth father, was ruthless, cold, calculated– 

"Sir?" A voice, your voice, cut through the silence. Miguel looked over his shoulder and found you still waiting, standing perfectly still by the door. 

"Sorry, I was just…" Miguel sighed and rubbed his face before standing. "Nevermind. Don't worry about it." 

Of course, you didn't say anything, instead nodding wordlessly and following your ward out of the room. Each step you took was punctuated by the shifting of your firearm against your thigh and the heavy thumps of your boots against the polished floors. Miguel used to hate your presence, think it unnecessary, but soon he grew to feel comfortable with you as his shadow. 

You, his powerful, mutant guard dog. 

"I can't fucking believe what this is turning into," Miguel muttered on the way to his quarters. "Too many unanswered questions, too many risks. And they don't care? We haven't even run further simulations yet–and we can run simulations with different alpha rays and different subject samples. It'd be harmless." The door hissed open and Miguel walked in, sorely wishing he could slam the door for once. Why did everything have to be automated? 

"In. Now," Miguel called when you stopped short of his residence. You obeyed, wandering inside before the door slid to a close behind you, and locked. 

You had reason to be nervous, Miguel knew that, too. Each key scientist in the building was assigned one of your kind, one of the immune mutants, and were free to do what they wanted with them. Sex, torture, chores–all of it was on the table. All of it had been asked of your kind. Done by your kind. Miguel figured that was why you kept a wall up. You hardly spoke, didn't request anything, never complained–all in an effort to keep the peace between you and your owner.

Miguel threw his white coat aside before stalking up to you. "Let me see," he mumbled as he held your jaw and tilted your head as he shone the light from his phone into your eye. 

Your pupils reacted at twice the speed of a normal human's, growing into the tiniest of pin pricks when the bright white flare assaulted your senses. Your eye twitched the slightest bit, but you remained still for Miguel. 

"Reactive. Not dead. That's good." He put his phone away, and examined the scarlet blotches contrasting against the natural hue of your iris. It was a relatively new side effect experienced by most of your batch, but you were amongst the more severe cases, if not the most severe case. Most of his peers didn't seem concerned by it, and Miguel could understand, seeing as it appeared to only be cosmetic, but the increased reactivity of your pupil accompanied with the bloody colour intrigued Miguel enough to keep tabs on it. 

"Any changes lately? To appetite, sleep, anything?" He asked as he let go of your jaw, nearly smiling as you tried to follow his touch for a moment longer like a sleepy cat. "Maybe neediness?" Miguel teased. 

You huffed lightly through your nose and looked around the main room of Miguel's living space. "Tired, I guess." 

Miguel's nerves smoothed with the sandpaper scratch of your voice. "Tired. Might be the anemia again. We'll draw blood tomorrow, see if you need supplements or another infusion." Miguel found himself mumbling now, going on about your health and your changes, wondering out loud what the best course of action would be to help you adjust to whatever was happening to your body, but you didn't say anything. You never did unless provoked. 

Miguel decided to provoke. He needed to speak, to be spoken to, to hear someone else’s voice right now. "What do you think about all this?" He called from the bathroom after washing up for the night. He poked his head out a moment later when you didn’t comment. 

“I know you were listening,” he prodded again over the toothbrush jammed into the side of his mouth. “The other ones don’t, but you do. I can tell by that look you get.” he waited for you to respond while he brushed his teeth, but you didn’t. You hadn’t moved from your post by his front door, actually, stood against the wall, arms crossed and staring forward like you were listening to everything beyond the door. Miguel wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen you sit down. He didn’t know if you’d ever laid down before. 

After he finished washing up for the night, he decided to try again. 

“You really gonna keep me in the dark?” Miguel asked as he walked up to you, arms crossed as well. He couldn’t help but feel smaller and smaller the longer he waited in silence, waited to hear your gravelled voice. He couldn’t grasp why he was so desperate for a friend suddenly, but he was. He really was, and he wasn’t finding it in you. 

“Forget it. Doesn’t matter anyway,” Miguel mumbled, turning away from you and rubbing his face tiredly. 

“Don't have much of an opinion.”

“What?” Miguel turned back around, brows raised as he waited for you to continue. Your gaze peeled from the ceiling and fell to him, like you were waiting for a reprimand of sorts, but Miguel wouldn’t, not when he tried so hard to get a peep out of you.

You shrugged and looked elsewhere. “Don't care what happens to civilians. Not my problem.” 

“It's the world's problem,” Miguel suggested. He didn't want to start an argument, but he didn't want you to feel so blasé about the fate of everything. “The more civilians that get infected, the more the world loses.” 

“Thought that was a good thing. Last I heard, the world was pretty overpopulated.” You said it so easily. Miguel would have shrugged it off if he didn't know about the blood on your hands, the crimes you'd committed, the evidence that you really, truly, did not give a shit about humanity. 

Miguel scoffed, a bitter, bewildered sort of thing. “Y'know, I used to pity you for this,” he started, gesturing to the soldiered-out state of yourself, “but you might be less human than those things out there.” 

“Probably.” 

“You don't even care,” Miguel laughed again. “Did you care when you killed that family?” 

“An eye for an eye,” you replied. 

“Right, right. Then what about your daughter? Did you care when–” the world spun before his back cracked against the wall. He grabbed your wrist and squeezed when your hands fisted in his shirt, ready to trigger your kill switch with one click of a button on his ring, but he didn't need to; you simply held him there, boring holes into his skull with your diamond-tipped stare. 

“You jokers don't know when to quit,” you said. “Always have to drag a kid into the equation, ‘n then act so fucking shocked when you end up dead ‘cause of it.” A sigh slipped past your lips as you leaned in. Miguel wanted to meet you halfway. “Fuckers like you make murderers out of men like me.”

Oh. The violence rippling through your crackling voice went straight down, into the pit below Miguel's stomach and coiled into something frightfully decadent. He wanted your hands around his neck. He wanted you to mutter more threats into his ear. He wanted–

He wanted you. 

“Let me touch you,” Miguel blurted. “Your skin.” You gave a reaction then, eyes blinking away shock and throat clearing with a strangled grunt, but you didn’t say no. You didn’t reject him. In fact, you looked him up and down in question, curiosity peeking through piercing eyes. 

“You're a deranged fuck, aren't you? Getting all hot ‘n bothered from a threat.” You reached for the straps of your kevlar vest, then, and Miguel’s nerves jolted with the sound of the buckles clicking loose. 

He scrambled to you and held your hands. He wanted to do it himself, to unwrap your bindings and see what laid beneath. Your hands fell, and Miguel took over. 

The warmth bleeding from your clothes intoxicated him. He fumbled with your gear, eager to get to the base of your tight, black shirt and rip it off, but you didn’t try to take over for him–you watched, patient like a dog, letting your master doff your armour at his leisure (or, rather, his frantic, desperate pace). Miguel appreciated it. He wondered if you knew he'd snap if you tried to interfere. 

Soon, your chest was bare. Exposed for him, dotted with memories of cruel bites, bullets, knives and surgical scars all over taught, humming skin. Man shouldn’t be allowed to touch you, Miguel thought. The imperfections were so gloriously human. You were so perfectly alive, standing here with him, breathing, emanating heat, allowing him to do what he pleased–he was the luckiest man on Earth. 

Miguel couldn’t look you in the eyes as his broad palm pressed against your chest, right over the rhythm of your soul. His pants strained and tightened more as his touch wandered through the valleys of firm muscle; what did the rest of you look like? What did you look like when you fought, or when you fucked? 

His hand slipped down to the tight adonis belt cinching your waist, and then lower, following the trail of fine hair disappearing beneath the waistband peeking above your cargos. The bunching and folding of thick material melted Miguel's mind in a vat of suggestion and insatiability–were you really that big, or was that fabric just making it an illusion? 

He didn't need to wait to find out, though, not when you guided his hand down over the very real curve of your goods packed away. And, yes, you were big. Miguel's eyes snapped up to yours. A smug look greeted him.

“Looked like you needed some encouragement.”

Miguel might have laughed if his heart weren't suffocating him, climbing up his throat. Your clothed cock under his hand was ruining his cognitive functions too, to be fair. 

His fingers, long, clumsy things, hurried at your buttons and the zipper keeping everything in check. Miguel's ears filled with the rhythmic drumming of desire when he finally got the damn thing undone, but you grabbed his wrist. You stopped him. 

Miguel scoffed out a held breath and tried to wrench free, but your grip held firm. “You can't back out after–” But when he looked at you, he froze still; your expression electrified the senses, the slightest narrowing and shifting of uneasy eyes freezing Miguel colder and colder by the second. 

“Bathroom. Now.” You popped just one of those buttons back into place before turning to the door. 

“Wh–” But you shoved him, hard, and sent him stumbling into the sterile white space as explosive carnage rippled through the room in his wake. The thing collided into you seconds after you'd gotten your charge out of the blast zone. 

It was big. A mass of human features and flesh and maybe something else weighing on a hulking frame. You barked a name, maybe the name of one of your fellow watch dogs, but it didn't change the thing's trajectory as it tore towards Miguel on all fours like a hound out of hell.

But you were quicker. You grabbed it by the nape and ripped it off its warpath with too much effort, just narrowly avoiding it barreling into the attached room by seconds. Its momentum, forced toward the wall, threw it into a dizzied tantrum; limbs flailed, mouths gnashed, and a symphony of mismatched voices wailed from their putrid prison. 

Miguel's body locked. What ifs plagued him, suddenly. If it got him. If it bit him. If you hadn't been there. What if–

“Close the damn door,” you demanded, and your voice sounded a bit shaky, too. Miguel looked at your broad back as you stood bravely in the way of the beast and its target. “Doctor–” 

“I–but you–?” Miguel stumbled and choked on his words and his reasoning. He didn't want you to fight. He didn't want to die. He didn't want you to die. Miguel hit the button to make it closed, but the door stalled halfway.

“Fuck it.” Barbs burst from your fingertips and dug into the door, forcing it to bend to your will and close. Miguel didn't like how you disappeared inch by inch. He didn't like seeing that thing behind you get up. He didn't like that look you gave him just before the door snapped shut. 

The next few minutes passed like years.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv imagine #atsv reader insert #male reader insert #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x male reader #miguel x male reader #male!reader #atsv male!reader insert #atsv x reader #atsv x you #miguel x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #phyrestartr

[minetteskvareninova]

How Would I Put This For My Non-Slovak Mutuals

Slovakia is going to have elections (premature, I should note, because Matovič is an idiot, see bellow) and by God I am stressed. Our options are as follows:

Progresívne Slovensko (Progressive Slovakia) - They are the, well, progressive party of the Slovak political spectrum. Which means they are the only fucking party that supports the LGBT movement with any consistency. Most of their other proposals are also relatively reasonable; they are interested in protecting the environment, want to improve the sorry state of Slovak healthcare, fight the corruption and so on. Their only two issues are the fact that their leader, Martin Šimečka, is a fucking nerd with the charisma of a wet noodle, and the fact that everyone, and I mean absolutely everyone, even people who theoretically should be on their side on account of not being bigoted Putin-loving dipshits, hates them for absolutely no reason. Well, except for their large preferences, probably. They are the most successful party, or second most successful (depends on how the elections pan out) after...

SMER - Sociálna demokracia (DIRECTION - Social Democracy; yes I know SMER is also short for something but I'm too lazy to look it up right now) - Hoo boy. These guys. How would I even start to explain the sheer amount of baggage these guys carry...? SMER has been in power in 2008-2012 and 2012-2020. And it was a fucking shitshow. Between massive corruption and widespread mismanagement of public resources, you can't help but wonder how the fuck did these people last one term, let alone three?! Don't let the Social Democracy thing in their name fool you, these people aren't really social democrats, they have no ideology beyond getting more votes and avoiding jail. Their leader is Róbert Fico, a literal antichrist whose corruption scandals would make for an exceptionally thick encyclopedia. This man is able to sell his soul to the devil for money and power, but since the devil seems kinda unavailable, he figured Putin is the next best (worst?) thing. His latest strategy for gaining more support is leaning into the fanatical Putin-loving, EU and human rights hating crowd, which in our country is depressingly large. Another memorable personality is Ľuboš Blaha, a tankie extraordinaire whose favourite meal is the sole of Volodya's boot and a steady diet of bathit conspiracies. Remember when Blaha engaged in casual atrocity denial around Bucha, because Pepperidge Farm and Minette's blog remember. https://www.tumblr.com/minetteskvareninova/680859499810177024/this-war-is-horrible-and-itself-would-be-enough

Hlas-SD (Voice-SD) - Most progressives in Slovakia have high hopes for these people. I don't. They are an offshoot of SMER, whose leader Peter Pellegrini has mostly held the line with Fico, but at least seems spineless enough to betray him if it happens to be advantageous enough. They don't really have any kind of concrete politics (most of their program is a vague "we'll make things better" kind of stuff), but at least they don't actively spread hate, so in that way they are able to climb over the low bar that is their mother party. Still, how are these people in the third place of every pre-election survey I will never know. I guess Pelle is just that sexy or whatever.

Obyčajní ľudia a nezávislé osobnosti (Ordinary People And Independent Personalities) - They have been the ruling party since 2020 and much like with SMER, it was kind of a shitshow, just in a different way. Their leader Igor Matovič is less corrupt (mind you, not NOT corrupt) than Fico, but more than makes up for it by being kinda stupid and also a horrendous drama queen whose antics prematurely ended two cabinets, his and Heger's. Tenderly nicknamed "Matelko", he became known for his "atom bombs" of ideas, such as giving out prizes in a lottery that people join by getting vaccinated. Y'know, to increase vaccination rates during the height of COVID-19 pandemic. That's why this whole thing had to be televised, complete with "call to collect your prize" type of deal. For what it's worth, he at least made attempts to fight the corruption of the previous regime; he did it badly, as is his way, but nonetheless. "Independent personalities" here means a bunch of small parties that joined them in this election, because they would have no chance otherwise. They are a pretty diverse bunch, meaning their ranks include, among others, an infamous bigot and fanatical anti-abortion activist Anna Záborská, but they also made my bae Jaroslav Naď a defence minister, so that kinda balances it out. I wouldn't hate it if they managed to get into parliament, I'll tell you that much.

Slododa a Solidarita (Freedom and Solidarity) - Considering Matelko profiles himself as an anti-corruption crusader, you'd think Róbert Fico is his nemesis. You'd be wrong. Fico unfortunately loses that prestigious title to one Richard Sulík, leader of SaS, who is... Eh? Like, he's competent in the questions of economy and in general not in the worst tier of Slovak politicians, but also, he's as much of a libertarian as is possible in our part of the world (which si to say, he's not as bad as an average American libertarian, but still engages in, for example, casual climate change denial) and constantly feuds with Matelko. Again, I don't hate him, but we could do a lot better.

Kresťanskodemokratické hnutie (Christian-Democratic Movement) - They are surprisingly not as bigoted as their name would suggest, but that's because here in Slovakia we are used to levels of homophobia and transphobia that would boggle the mind of an average non-fundie American. They come off as relatively reasonable, but only because one can't help but compare them to Putin kissasses like SMER, SNS and Republika. Which brings us to...

Slovenská národná strana (Slovak National Party) - You know, Stupidest Slovak Politician is a tough contest, so my respect to anyone who is able to win it as decisively as Andrej Danko. This man is like Róbert Fico, if his spirit animal was a sheep instead of a fox (and I say it as someone who has experience with sheep, those motherfuckers are ungodly stupid). He simped for Putin before it was cool, when that particular fanclub was just him and Blaha. He doesn't seem to be able to speak his mother tongue and his constant malaproper speech is the source of many a meme. Which, yes, means that him getting into parliament would be pretty funny. On the other hand, all that fun would probably be somewhat spoiled by the fact that he's ALSO super corrupt, not to mention, y'know, conspiracy-spreading Putin simp and bigot. He also cites Viktor Orbán as his actual, honest-to-God role model. So, an all-around cool dude that I am very happy might be in the next parliament (if Fico wins the election, because naturally these two get on like a house on fire). /s

Republika (The Republic) - I can't believe SMER legit isn't the worst mainstream Slovak party, but I mean, at least they aren't actual neonazis? I mean, Republika does its best to hide their affiliations, but because their leader, Milan Uhrík, is in competition for the second stupidest Slovak politician (the first place, as stated, firmly belonging to Danko), they don't do a particularly good job of that. I mean, Republika is the product of a schism within ĽSNS, who were already infamous for their idiocy (besides, you know, barely disguised fascism), so figures. Milan Uhrík in particular is the man whose most important contributions to Slovak culture were sitting in the European Parliament doing fuck all (did I mention that like most bigots, he also shits on EU constantly?) and the "I am not a historian" meme. Basically, because of the blatant fascist sympathies of his party, including worshipping Jozef Tiso, he was asked to condemn the crimes of the First Slovak Republic (which was basically a Nazi puppet - yeah, Ukrainians aren't the only nation in this region with a shady past, go figure; not that it prevents some people, including Uhrík himself, from spreading the "denazification" bullshit). Uhrík's answer? "I am not a historian". Since then, he has been given several options to revise this opinion. He never took any of them. His agenda is also truly something to behold, like I've never read something as profoundly dumb as the pamphlets where they present it. They don't seem to be as successful as ĽSNS, but that's unfortunately because their schtick was stolen by SMER with the good chunk of their electorate. Still, SMER might actually take them into their coalition, because like goes with the like even if the "like" is bigotry, and lest we forget, there is no God.

Sme rodina (We Are Family) - *sigh* Do I have to? Okay. Sme rodina is yet another conservative party, completely unlike EVERY OTHER PARTY THAT EVER GAINED ANY TRACTION IN THIS COUNTRY PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE. Ahem. Its leader Boris Kollár is a businessman who gained something of a memetic status in Slovak showbusiness by being a massive whore and having a fuckton of illegitimate children (the current count is I think 12?). Something of a Slovak Herschel Walker. And just like Herschel Walker, he, the avowed conservative that he is, has been accused of paying for abortions of one of his ex-girlfriends. Which is just a reflection of this guy's general moral consistency. To put it simply, Boris is the biggest Slovak whore. If Fico asked him to join his coalition, you bet your ass he would. He also has associated with people involved in organized crime (just like Fico) and sexted a fifteen year old drug addict. Because, as their billboards state, Sme rodina "protects children". Needless to say, I can't fucking stand this dude just as a person; since he seems to want to be an Isekai hero, I hope he gets hit by a truck.

Demokrati (The Democrats) - They're fine. Their leader is our former short-term prime minister Eduard Heger, whose only flaws were being hopelessly naive and letting Matelko get away with shit he should not have gotten away with. Any people that might be OK with them already vote for Progresívne Slovensko, but maybe they will get enough votes to be eligible for parliament? Maybe??? Their chances aren't high to be honest, but what do you know, miracles do happen.

#slovakia #politics #minette complains #complete and utter despair

[archangeldyke-all]

you can go ahead and laugh at this all you want, but I could totally see Sevika with a chihuahua.

this is stupid but i can't stop thinking about it

enjoy! love,

angel

men and minors dni

she's one of those people who claims to hate animals. she says pets are a pain in the ass, just another mouth to feed. she shoos away strays on the street and stares down gaurd dogs until they run away with their tails between their legs. she doesn't mind cats as much, but she gets a scratchy throat and itchy eyes if she spends too much time near them, so she avoids them.

but one night walking home from work, she trips over this itty bitty puppy. it squeaks in fear and curls into a little shaking ball to hide and Sevika grumbles about it until she gets a good look at the tiny dog. It's not even old enough to walk straight, vision probably still developing, and Sevika tries not to melt. she really does.

but the little puppy is so pathetic, and as she gently kicks away the garbage bags it was living in, she can't find it's mom. she rolls her eyes and looks down at the little black and white furball, cursing it's watery brown eyes, and scoops it up in her arms. "c'mon jackass. i've got some salami at home you can eat."

she tries not to fall in love when the puppy falls asleep curled in her arms. she tries not to fall in love when the puppy scratches at her door that night until she lets it in to cuddle with her on her bed. she tries not to fall in love as she tucks the puppy into her side satchel on her way to work. she ignores the breaking in her heart as she shoves the little gremlin in Silco's arms.

"what's this?" he asks. she shrugs.

"something for Jinx."

Silco raises an eyebrow. "Jinx is allergic to dogs." he says. Sevika huffs as he hands the puppy back to her.

"well what the fuck am I supposed to do with this thing then?" she asks like she's not relieved to have her little buddy back in her arms. "i don't have time for a dog." Silco sees right through her, raising an eyebrow and trying to bite back his smirk at the sight of his best brute gently scratching underneath a 2 pound puppy's chin.

after a week of halfheartedly trying to pawn the puppy off on her coworkers, she finally gives in and accepts that it's hers now. she takes it to the vet, gets it spayed and vaccinated. when they ask for a name at the front desk, she panics and picks the first thing she can think of. "uhh... Slayer..." she says. she ignores the judgmental look the receptionist gives her.

she'll deny it to her grave, but she spoils the little fucker to no end. it's a tiny little chihuahua, always shivering and whining, and she can't fucking help herself from buying Slayer festive sweaters and onsies. she keeps the puppy dressed to the nines, changing out collar colors to match the sweaters. the dog has a bigger wardrobe she does.

Sevika's apartment, once barren and simple, is now littered in dog toys and plush beds. and she is a sucker for puppy eyes. she doesn't even try to discipline little Slayer, always giving her baby a bite of her food when she begs and letting her up on all the furniture.

Slayer tries to be as tough as her momma, seemingly unaware of the fact that she's not, in fact, a wolf. completely in tune with Sevika's emotions, Slayer growls at everyone and everything Sevika doesn't like. she loves to bark at big dogs on her walks, always looking for a fight. it always makes Sevika chuckle to see her little fur baby pick fights with dogs that could kill her in an instant. she scoops her up in her arms and kisses her on the head, admonishing her and trying to explain the food chain to a chihuahua. Slayer, for her part, always watches Sevika intently while she's getting lectured like she actually understands what she's saying.

never in a million years did Sevika think she'd have a pet. But as little Slayer buries herself under the covers beside her human companion every night, Sevika can't find it in her to be too upset about the little addition to her life.

#sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika #sevika x you #sevika arcane

[annabelle--cane]

at the risk of sounding Really Bad and with the caveat that I mean this in the most pro vaccine pro taking Covid extremely seriously way possible. I think conflating mental health/personal hobbies and habits with physical health and wellness in the time of a literal plague is actually part of why we are where we are. The example of opting out of treating a broken bone that you used is the perfect metaphor because that’s something that mostly effects the person with the broken bone. But if you’re treating every goddamn thing a person can do like it’s potentially viral it makes it easy to sound reasonable to advocate for a lot of vigilance against individual choice. Is this totally off base? do I sound like a reactionary dipshit conspiracy theorist right now? Just… there’s something here right??

even if that isn't the total root cause, I definitely think you're onto something. covid is literally a deadly and disabling viral disease, so the logic of "your actions regarding this impact others" makes total sense, but I think a lot of people took that language and framework and just ran with it, hoping that alluding to a deadly and disabling viral disease would lend credence to their arguments about mental health and personal decisions.

for example, I am constantly thinking about this take I saw on a post about drug decrim in december 2021. it's so special and dear to my heart, it makes no fucking sense at all. the only copy of the screenshot I still have saved is just the tail end of it and it has my annotations, so bear with me.

first, just for a moment, I love the complete breakdown of internal logic. we need to end the stigma around drug abuse but I think using heroin is exactly like being anti-vaxx. we should decriminalize all drugs but you'd have to be craaaazay to think that legalizing them is okay. wait until this person learns that some addiction treatment programs include prescribing opioids as a harm reduction measure.

second, using heroin is in no way like being anti-vaxx oh my god, and this person just can't tell. they are explicitly applying viral disease logic to mental illness* and choices about individual bodily autonomy. I don't want to minimize the pain and distress that can come from having a loved one with a substance use disorder, but in no world is it the same thing as refusing to go to cvs a few times to get a free vaccine against, once again, a deadly and disabling viral disease. groundbreaking leftist take: drug use makes you a hazard and drain on society and honestlyyyy you should think about the consequences of your actions before choosing to become an addict :/

I don't have screenshot for this next example, but I've also seen this language and mindset particularly come up a lot in discussions about "bimboism," makeup, and cosmetic surgery. I've seen several discussion threads where a woman finally just says "look, I'm adult, I've thought about this, I've interrogated myself, and ultimately I still want to do it and I can do what I want with my body" and the comeback to usually is "are you stupid? this isn't just about you, you're a member of a society who inherently expresses your ideology through your choices. the personal is political, stop being so individualistic. what will young girls think when they see you in a miniskirt calling yourself a slut?"

again, the final point that's meant to win the argument is that your choices about your body aren't fundamentally your own but Society's, because other people can look at your body and have feelings about it, they may even want to emulate it. for an added bonus, this one doesn't just use viral disease logic, but also borrows heavily and directly from the really basic conservative idea that women are less people and more living mannequins that you can dress up and use to show off the ideals of your social group. you can't wear that, men might see you and think you're a hussy and then it'll be your fault when they harass other women, little girls might see you and copy you like mindless drones.

*obligatory asides that plenty of people can recreationally use substances without being addicted and they're also fine + I know that classifying addiction as a mental illness is a hotly debated topic, especially in antipsych contexts, but that's a whole different can of worms to the topic at hand.

#answered #anons #id in alt text

[writefinch]

FRIENDLY CHAT

Hey! Sorry to pull you in here before your break, we just need a quick chat. So, long story short, uh, a customer complained that you point-blank offered him a condom.

This isn't the first time. You know it's against company policy. You're only supposed to get them if the customer requests it first. Like, you're not even supposed to have them on display. I know that part is stupid, but if the regional manager checks the tapes and sees condom bowls in plain view, I'd still get written up.

No, no, absolutely not, I'm not going to write you up. I don't think it's necessary and you know it goes totally against my management style. I want to talk through your concerns.

I wanna remind you that we take all the recommended industry-standard precautions. In fact we go above them! First off, you're fully vaxxed, and that's the end of ninety percent of things to worry about, period. You've got an IUD on the company health plan, even though your T-shots probably suppress it. The customers get a physical screen in the waiting area. All us boys and girlies get tested every three weeks, twice as frequent as the industry standard.

That's already extensive, it makes you safer than the vast majority of people in our line of work. If we did any more, customers will get the wrong idea. They'll think we're an unclean brothel with unclean customers. It'd remind them too much of all the you-know-what from the past few years.

Yes, you're not wrong about that. Breakthrough infections happen, and people get sick. But you know what I'm gonna say? You're very robust, you know that? You've been here for what, eighteen months, you've been pulling long hours and beacoup extra shifts and you've barely caught a sniffle. The testosterone must be helping!

Now you might not stay this lucky forever, that's why we have six paid sick days and a flexible admin rota. Usually when you catch something it'll be a mild itch and trouble peeing. You won't even wanna rest, and yeah you won't get the full rate for paid clients, you can still get paid to do the laundry and the paperwork for a week while it clears up.

Every year I get a couple of colds from my kids and take three or four days off, and every year I always get a VD from one of the clients and spend a week washing sheets and cleaning dildos. You know what that gives me? Two or three days rolled over into vacation time!

Yes, you can get unlucky. You can get a couple of back-to-back infections. I tell every boy and girl who starts here the same thing: before they take out a loan on a new car or move out of their toxic roommate situation, make sure to get two weeks pay in a savings account. Even if you do have to dip into your rainy day fund, you know full well that there's always extra shifts to pick up around here.

Yeah, you can catch something nasty. You can have a bad reaction. We all remember how scary it was before the vaccines were available. But here's the thing: you drive to work, right? You're on the freeway twice a day. Forty-thousand people die every year in car crashes, and tens of thousands more get life-changing injuries. You don't spend every day worrying about that, right?

You just get on with it and live your life.

Look, I'm really sorry about this whole thing. You're really special to me, you know that? You're a genuine friend to me, I mean that. We get on really well, all the girls love you, you're a hit with clients and that's why I jumped on this y'know? This job is only as fun as the people here make it, and I don't want to see you written up for something that can be talked out.

Discipline here is so stupid. I'm fucking sick of the owners hassling girls, and boys, out of working here and then crying and bitching when we can't meet customer demand.

I said I'd be out of here as soon as I get my HVAC cert but if they put us all through that again I'll just quit on the spot. That's why I want to look out for you. You've helped me through some really difficult times, on shift and off. I wouldn't have been able to get through junket season without you. I'm serious, if you hadn't joined when you did, there'd be gun laws named after me.

Thanks for listening, and again, I'm sorry for even bringing this stuff up. Just promise you'll keep what I've said in mind? We've all got to look out for each other here.

Hey, once you're back from break, can I have your help with something? I've got a no-refusal client and well, all the other girls refused. What? No I don't want you to take him, c'mon man I'm not gonna let you off a written warning to guilt you into picking up my shit, honestly! No, I'm the supervisor on shift so it's up to me.

Anyway he's not into boys, even pretty ones like you, sorry. But he's a real charmer, so would you mind sticking close in case he starts throwing up or throwing hands? If I have to hit the panic button I think Sergei will throw him out of a window, and nobody needs that headache.

Thanks, I really appreciate it. We'll be in the spa room, so let me know when you're ready to play pool boy…

#stories

[juney-blues]

Every time i think about the still ongoing pandemic i get incredibly angry.

we could've put a stop to this in 2020 if we just let the wheels of capitalism grind to a halt for a month or two, but no, god fucking forbid we stop endlessly toiling away for someone else's profit for even a second.

Capitalism and The Basics Of Germ Theory came into conflict with eachother and capitalism fucking won, and now we're going backwards on our common understanding as a society of microbes, people are refusing to wear masks even for things that aren't deadly diseases because it got turned into a fucking culture war issue for some reason.

We all knew what to do, we all knew exactly how to stop the spread of a virulent disease thanks to a thousand years of science and research and understanding history, and we just didn't fucking do it because some rich assholes wouldn't've made quite as much money as they would've if we just died.

Thousands died, thousands are still dying, and thousands more have been disabled, and thousands more will be disabled, and this was preventable, this was so fucking preventable and i will never not be angry about it.

Staying home and not getting a haircut and not going out drinking with your friends for a few weeks was too Traumatic, and compensating people for the time they'd have to take off work would've cost the government Too Much Money, and wearing a fucking piece of cloth over your face was too Uncomfortable, and vaccines are giving your kids autism and turning the frogs gay,

and now there's a million fucking variants and even if you get vaccinated for one it still won't help with any of the others, and you people are still going out to coffee shops and bars and stadiums and concerts and swapping this disease around like it's a fucking trading card, and people are dying at a higher rate than ever and it's not even news anymore, and just

fine.

you assholes all win, all of you!

the bare minimum i can do to keep myself and others safe isn't even that effective anymore, because no one else is fucking doing it, i might as well start licking toilet seats and not even wash my hands afterwards for all society at large cares,

so everything is worse now for everyone, and we're never fixing this because you people just don't *want* to fix it, and at this point it's so entrenched that fixing it would take far more effort than preventing it ever would and even *that* was too much for you people

so you win.

the virus is here to stay, and people are going to keep getting sick, and it's going to keep tearing their bodies apart, and there's just nothing any of us can do about it because it's just the new normal.

and just ignoring it is easier than wearing a mask out in public, and getting your booster shots every couple of months, and avoiding crowds of people, and keeping your distance, and installing the proper ventilation equipment, and providing your employees with the proper ppe, and learning to live with an airborne pathogen in a way that isn't obviously stupid and dangerous,

everything is worse and we're not fixing it,

is this what you wanted? are you happy about this?

#juney.txt

[olderthannetfic]

I'm in a fandom with a lot of virulent antis (surprise surprise, it's heavily dark source material and I don't know why they're here at all) and a lot of the pairings that aren't the main badwrong ship on ao3 now have DNI tags on them for shippers of the badwrong ship. I guess not enough to break the TOS (no direct threats?), but still full of stuff like "x shippers DNI", "get help you freaks", "You're disgusting" etc etc.

Its just... so frustrating. Like that's a pretty red flag for me that a fic probably is going to be in an immature writing style so I probably won't read it anyway, but every time I see it I just.... heave a big sigh. Why these people are in this fandom or on Ao3 at all I'll never know. Its not even helpful - the tags are there to help describe the fic, if I didn't want to see that kind of content I could just... avoid content that's tagged that way. Why even add that to a fic that's not even about those characters at all?

Honestly, my real question is.... Olderthannetfic, how do you do it?

I feel like I do it "right", in fandom, or at least I try. I always just block and move on. I don't follow the discourse where I can help it and block a lot of the relevant tags. I keep to a small circle of folks that have the same fun brainrot I do and have fun, generally. But this kind of stuff still slips through the cracks in a way that's unavoidable if you're ever online at all. To be honest, it still hurts a lot to see each time, and be reminded that some people seem to literally want me dead over reading a story. And I can't help the doubt and the self-flagellation that creeps in. Despite my best efforts, and all my research, and living to the ripe rip van winkle tumblr fandom spinster age of 27... I sometimes have a moment where I think, maybe I really am a freak or a degenerate, or an evil predator waiting to bloom.

Do you ever experience this? Does this feeling ever go away, or at least dull to a more bearable exasperated eye roll? Do you ever see these anti idiots grow up or grow out of this mindset? Is it just a matter of time, age or experience? Is there a point at which you felt like it affected you less, or perhaps it didn't affect you like that at all? Is there a secret to navigating it calmly and with confidence? Do you have any advice to give in the, er, art of not giving a fuck?

--

Why would I quail at a stupid child on the internet after coming out as queer when I was 14 in the 90s?

I grew up with very open-minded, supportive family aside from my mother's conviction that BDSM was something people were into because they'd been abused. Even then, I remember privately snickering because I was super kinky, and wouldn't that upset her given this silly world view?

I had it easy compared to most in the 90s, but I still saw a lot of nonsense, like good old Mom on the topic of kink or murders in the media. But I also spent a lot of time reading educational sexuality books that debunked myths about fantasies and kinkiness.

Maybe a firmer grounding in sexuality stuff would help you? Nancy Friday's work on women's fantasies is a common starting point. I'm partial to The Topping Book, which is full of "it's great to be a top, actually" and not "you only do it for the sub".

Getting older does usually help though. Most 20-somethings are insecure in their sense of self. Middle age is when people's fucks generally run out, and that only continues to grow. Watch a stupid child go after some 60-something zine writer lady. She's going to laugh in their faces. Some people remain insecure forever, I suppose, but not anybody who had to woman up to be in fandom in the first place.

It's not just that these little idiots are wrong about us being predators: it's that they are the morally degenerate ones for spreading the psychological equivalent of "vaccines cause autism" or "Jews want to steal your Christian babies".

This idea that The Bad People are infiltrating our minds with their propaganda overlaps heavily with anti-semitic conspiracy theory right wing fundie nutjob ideas, and yet these young fools claim to be pro-queer and pro-civil rights. They're an embarrassment to any progressive movement and it disgusts me.

When someone goes "You're not a Christian, so you're going to hell", do you have a moment when you wonder?

Because that's the level of absurdity here.

Even if they don't bully, even if they don't include threats in their DNIs, the fact that they're spreading myths about sexuality that have been thoroughly debunked many times means they're doing something unethical, anti-intellectual, and anti-science.

I'm not afraid or guilty. I'm embarrassed for them.

--

Do antis grow out of it? Yes, frequently.

They are—either literally or functionally—victims of right wing Christian cults. They have the same trajectory of realizing they've been had and slowly trying to work through the raging guilt and religious trauma.

I have limited patience but some sympathy. Like other victims who were indoctrinated to hurt people, escaping the cult is hard. It means not only giving up your false sense of safety and all of your friends but facing what you've done.

[piracytheorist]

Grrrhhhnnn okay venting time because doing that to my family will either make them sad or they'll tell me I'm exaggerating.

So in my family there's two group chats. A big one with relatives from the side of my late father, and a smaller one with relatives from my mother's side. The first one I'm a part of, and though I'm not very active, I do pop in to see photos of the family whenever they share.

The second one I'm not a part of anymore. I was in it, but my aunt was in there, who can be perfectly described as a Facebook aunt, complete with Minions memes posting. Anyway, I was mostly ignoring the stupid memes she shared in that group chat, until she started spouting anti-vaxxing shit and I was like okay yeah bye. And I left the group chat.

Considering that everyone else in the group chat HAD vaccinated against covid and was PRO vaccine... I expected they'd talk to her and I'd come back into the group and we'd just never have to deal with her shit again.

But nope. I was left out of the group. I told my mother about my complaints over that, and she was like "Yeah okay we'll talk about it" and then we just never did.

It's been years since, and all along they've been sharing photos and news and having video calls in that group chat and I'm just never in, and then they go like "Oh yeah, you're not in that group" LIKE YEAH. FOR A FUCKING REASON. I have mentioned that a few times but they're just like "Eh okay".

Anyway, I've been mostly ignoring the fact that I feel pretty much left alone by my own family, because we Shan't Upset the Anti-vaxxer Facebook aunt, but today I realized my sister, who is visiting the States, did a video call DURING THE FUCKING ECLIPSE. And I wasn't even given the chance to take part. I realized that because she shared a video her friend took with his phone while she was talking to the others, and I could hear her greet someone from the Facebook aunt's camera. In the video (which she shared in the group chat of the other side of the family - which I get why she didn't call there, this group chat has some 30 something participants, while the other has like, seven) the eclipse is very clearly shown, and fantastic tbh, while in the video call she made she says the eclipse wasn't visible. So, I shouldn't get to complain, I guess?

Fuck that, though. Because no-one wants to talk some sense to our aunt, even though we all agree she's wrong, I missed an opportunity for something my sister knows I love. I know I wouldn't be able to see the eclipse from her video call, but seeing her being excited about it live would do as much.

And the thing is... who do I complain to about this? I can't complain to my mom, because I was raised in a "don't make mom sad" mentality, and she has lost her parents, two of her three siblings (with Facebook aunt being her last remaining close relative), her closer aunts and uncles, and recently her husband. How do I come up to her and tell her "Your bitchy sister, the last person left alive from your original family, made me miss a great opportunity for a bonding moment, and it's all the fault of you and the rest of the family for deciding that It's Okay that Nette isn't in this group chat where we share all about our family, and it's better that we keep anti-vaxxer Facebook aunt instead." How do I do that?

I can't complain to my sister who witnessed the eclipse, because I don't want to sour it for her. It was a great moment for her to witness it, I'm happy for her, and I don't want her feeling sad because she clicked "video call" on the group chat of the extended family, which is the one with the most activity.

I can't complain about it to my oldest sister, because she's the type of person who will blame me for overreacting on Facebook aunt's comments, for not talking about it, and for caring so much for a fucking eclipse or whatever. We don't have a lot in common and sadly she has a hard time understanding that I am passionate for different things than she is, and my passions are just as legit as hers. So I'm pretty sure she'll just scoff and blame me.

I could complain about it to my brother, but he lives far away and has little to no contact with Facebook aunt aside from that group chat. He won't disagree with me but he might say I'm exaggerating, and he won't be able to provide any help.

I don't want to complain to my therapist, because I have better use of my 40 euros per session than a stupid Facebook aunt.

I don't want to complain to my Facebook aunt, because she won't listen and, just like my oldest sister, she won't understand why what she originally did was stupid and insulting considering she knows I have a heart disease and I am a high risk group for any disease so anti-vaxxing can be just like lethal danger for me, and she also won't understand why it was important for me to witness the eclipse with my sister, or at least witness her witness it.

And like... UGH. I might go for a walk and listen to some music, fuck this shit. I'm tired of being second thought to anti-vaxxer, minion-posting, ignoring-her-daughter's-very-obvious-learning-disabilities-and-near-arrested-emotional-development aunt.

#personal

[yourweeklydoseofanxiety]

Incorrect BNHA LOV quotes Featuring: Sarcastic Viewer!

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Dabi: Just trust me.

Viewer: Last time you said that my apartment complex was reduced to ashes.

Dabi: Be happy you didn't die.

Viewer: At this point I wish I did.

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Tomura: Oh. You're still alive.

Viewer, wrapped in bandages: Don't sound so disappointed, I might think you don't like me.

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Kurogiri: Your arm is bleeding.

Viewer, letting blood drip on the floor out of spite: Oh really? I hadn't noticed that my blood was currently being used as floor cleaner as it flows from my gaping wound. Thanks for letting me know!

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Viewer: Well. This is a nice change. of scenery!

Tomura: It's a prison cell.

Viewer: I was being sarcastic.

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Dabi: I think I actually hate you.

Viewer; waving him off: Yeah. I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

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Dabi; tired of their shit: Don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?

Viewer; irritated as all hell: Not till four.

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Viewer; putting their coat on:

Spinner: Where are you going?

Viewer: Hell, most likely.

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Dabi: I'll kill you.

Viewer; done with his edgy shit: If you want to seem threatening; don't go straight for death, describe how you're gonna torture me then the way you'd destroy all I loved and stood for.

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Tomura: Go to hell.

Viewer: Tried that. Devil said I misbehaved too much.

Tomura: I am this close to dusting you.

Viewer: Do it. Pussy.

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Random stranger: Um... Excuse me, are these guys bothering you?

Viewer; almost immediately: Yes.

Toga; in a panic: You know us!

Twice, in the process of panicking: Its true!

Viewer: Unfortunately

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Mr. Compress: Smiles are congaguious!

Viewer: Don't worry, I'm vaccinated.

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Magne: That's not funny.

Dabi; snickering: I thought it was.

Viewer: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral home because you started thinking of a meme you saw on facebook!

Spinner: Who the fuck still uses facebook!?

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Twice: Hold on, you DIED!

Viewer; holding an IV stand: Yeah, well it didn't stick!

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Overhaul: Are you scared?

Viewer: No, I have this terrified look on my face 'cause I'm having so. Much. FUN.

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Spinner: I.... is that blood?

Viewer; in a deadpan: No. It's Satan juice.

Spinner; concerned: What?...

Viewer: Of course, its blood jackass! Now come over here and help me move the body!

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Kurogiri: Go on, apologize.

Toga: I'd like to apologize-

Viewer: Nuh uh.

Toga: The fuck you mean nuh uh?

Viewer: You want me to pretend getting stabbed never happened!

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Viewer: I'm gonna need chicken blood, salt, five candles and a bottle of vodka.

Dabi: Vodka? For a spell?

Viewer; fed up: No. That's just to make me feel better after burning down that nursing home and making it look like an Eldrich cult!

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Toga: Oh, look at all the pretties!

Viewer: Can you please stop taking about the knives the same way you talk about shoes?

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Viewer: What's the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?

Kurogiri: Those are children. That's a school.

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Spinner; laid back: It'll be easy! All you have to do is seduce them!

Viewer: Me? You're joking right? I'm about as seductive as a head of cabbage that was just tossed around like a socker ball!

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Kurogiri; concerned: Viewer, where is your left shoe?

Viewer: The giant puddle down the street demanded a sacrifice.

#mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #afo #all for one #Meow Hero Academia #deku #izuku midoriya #lov #spinner #paranormal liberation front #league of villains #shigaraki tomura #incorrect quotes #incorrect merlin quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #incorrect marvel quotes

[hellyeahsickaf]

Mad thinking about the family member that knows I'm chronically ill and have a compromised immune system but didn't want to take a covid test or see a doctor because they didn't want to accept a covid diagnosis which resulted in me becoming very ill back in like September and October?

Multiple times I told them they probably had covid and needed to see a doctor and they got defensive like "why do you want me to have covid so bad?!" Like what are you on about it's also about your health and wanting you to no longer have it if you do? For several weeks it was a back and forth where they were disgustingly ill and refused to get it checked out. Insisted on NyQuil and essential oils. I told them it's people like them out there killing people like me. And they have an immunocompromised boss and coworker? Their coworker was told by her doctor that she won't likely survive getting vaccinated with how severe her lupus is and it's a fucking miracle their stupidity didn't kill her

Told them they'll end up worse the longer they take to get treated with antivirals. Then when they didn't get better and then I got sick and they were just "wah I'm scared what do I do?" And I again was like "go to the fucking doctor???" And finally their stubborn ass did

I was pissed because I did everything right, I masked and cleaned fucking doorknobs and shit before I used them half the time but all it takes is using the same light switch or breathing the same air. Even worse was that they got another family member sick so staying well was that much harder for me. And the worst part was the audacity they had to blame the one family member that didn't get sick because they take public transit. But unlike them they don't go to gatherings and always wear a mask (2 or even 3 actually) and keeping me and others around them alive is one of the reasons why. The sick family member's explanation was that it was spread to me not by them being sick but via touch or clothing when the family member they scapegoated came home which is highly unlikely with the fact that they masked at all times, wash their hands, distanced a lot and even still mask in the house. I've never met someone more careful about it

They never gave me a reason as to why they took so long to see a doctor or why they were still stubborn when I said "please wear a mask and get tested I don't want to die because you're more scared of being told you have covid than killing the people you love with it". That would snap me out of my bullshit- hell even if it wasn't someone I cared about, even if I really disliked them honestly I'd still do the right thing? People are so fucking stupid dude you don't do that to someone you love. It made me worse in ways I haven't gotten better from, including perpetual postnasal drip and congestion but more importantly a fuckton of fatigue.

#also they're been showing signs of long covid/cfs since then but push themselves which won't end well #chronic pain #chronic illness #disability #fibromyalgia #cfs #chronic fаtiguе ѕуndrоmе #actually disabled #spoonie #me/cfs #cfs/me #cpunk #cripple punk #long covid #covid 19 #venty but i feel like that Arthur meme with the fist

[underworld-park-offical]

TOLKIEN: Can you believe this shit, Jimmy?

JIMMY: H-h-h-hey

JIMMY: D-d-d-d-don't d-d-d-diss s-s-someone w-w-w-with b-b-b-big d-d-d-dreams 

JIMMY: N-n-n-not cool

TOLKIEN: I will if said dreams are ridiculous and stupid

TOLKIEN: Like being a jackass influencer

STAN: Can we shut up about Craig being a Dollar Store Addison Rae, please?

STAN: I'm getting a migraine listening to this idiotic babbling about how many likes he has

STAN: Just stop, he already does it enough

KYLE: Didn't you start bullying him though?

KYLE: Because it was funny?

STAN: Well it's not now sooooo…. shut up

CLYDE: WHO WAS MOVING THE POINTER THINGIE ON THE BOARD PLEASE CONFESS I WILL CRY

KENNY: I thought you were “manly”

CARTMAN: Woah Kenny, it is 2023 and you’re still throwing around male stereotypes?

CARTMAN: You’re getting C A N C E L E D 

CARTMAN: GUYS KENNY DOESN’T THINK MEN SHOULD CRY

KENNY: HE LITERALLY SAID HE HAD BIG MAN HANDS

KENNY: HE ADMITTED TO GOING TO HOME DEPOT????

KENNY: WHAT AM I BEING CANCELED FOR TELLING THE TRUTH?????

CRAIG: Wow, Kenny, and I thought we were friends, Smh my head

KENNY: WHAT????????

TOLKIEN: Can you move things, Mr. Spirit, sir?

CRAIG: That was so  gay of you

CARTMAN: Why would you assume it was a man???

TOLKIEN: Why would you assume, it's an it?

CARTMAN: ….

TOLKIEN: Exactly

CRAIG: Preach 

CLYDE: IT'S MOVING IT'S MOVING IT'S MOVING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

KENNY: CLYDE SHUT UP!!! AND STOP MOVING, I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING BEHIND YOUR FAT HEAD

CLYDE: I'M GONNA CRYYYYY

KENNY: GOOD

KYLE: S….u…..r……e

CRAIG: Sure?

CRAIG: So the ghost wants to be basic?

CRAIG: Lmao based

STAN: Oh my god shut up

STAN: Please.

TOLKIEN: It could have just used the yes, why would it go through so much effort to give an answer?

CLYDE: Maybe they want to be best friends and are worried about messing things up or being impolite?

CRAIG: That's so based of them, frfr, lol

STAN: A ghost wanting to befriend a bunch of high, lowlife teenagers?

STAN: Yeah, I'm not buying it

CLYDE: F….u….

CLYDE: AWHHH

JIMMY: N-n-n-n-nice g-going st-st-stan, you r-r-ruined our ch-chances of be-be-bef-f-friending C-Casper, a-asshole

STAN: There is no way you actually believe this, right?

STAN: We are all in a simulation

STAN: None of this is real

STAN: We are all in a coma because the government wants to control us

STAN: Trying to make us all boy kissing gays

STAN: But not me, no

STAN: I'm smarter than all of you, so I know I can't be controlled

STAN: This Ouija board is the way for the government to mind control us

STAN: Do not be deceived.

TOLKIEN: Shut up Stan, quit talking out of your ass

STAN: Ass….A…S…S……Actual…..Super…..Sexual…..Sexual as in….Homosexual….

STAN: YOU'RE A GOVERNMENT SPY!

KYLE: Ignore him, Tolkien

TOLKIEN: Have been.

STAN: YOU’RE ALL CONSPIRING AGAINST ME!

CRAIG: Lmao holy shit I need to record this

STAN: YOU'RE ALL JUST MAD BECAUSE I KNOW THE TRUTH!!! YOU ALL ARE BRAINWASHED!!!!

CRAIG: Stan…. bffr… smile for the camera

STAN: NO!!! THOSE CAMERAS PUT MICROCHIPS IN YOUR HAND LIKE THEY HAVE THE VACCINES

CRAIG: Is he /j or /srs rn?

KYLE: He's serious, unfortunately

KYLE: Let's just move on before I get an aneurysm

KENNY: Good idea

KYLE: Is…. anything moving?

TOLKEIN: Oh I don't know, Kyle, can a blind person see?

KYLE: ….

TOLKIEN: No, exactly

CLYDE: IT'S SO DARK IN HERE I'M AFRAID OF THE DARK!!!

TOLKIEN: No, Porkchop, you aren’t

CLYDE: I AM NOW!!

STAN: Everything is all so dark

STAN: It's what they want

KYLE: It's what who wants? STAN: Aliens…. they want to steal our sun…

CRAIG: Haha lmao imagine believing in aliens, couldn’t be me

JIMMY: Wh-wh-wh-what's that n-n-noise?

JIMMY: C-C–C–C–C-C-Craig…. Is th-the ac on?

CLYDE: TURN THE AC OFF YOU MONSTER!!

CLYDE: LEAVE US BE!!

CLYDE: WE WANTED TO BE FRIENDS BEFORE YOU TOLD US TO GO FUCK OURSELVES!

CLYDE: BUT NAY! NAY WE SAY! CLYDE: WE, THE HUMAN COUNCIL

TOLKIEN:...... What-

CLYDE: SAY GO FUCK YOURSELF

CLYDE: GOOD DAY SIR OR MA’AM CARTMAN: OR MX!

CLYDE: OR MIXTAPE

CRAIG: Lmao okay slay, ate, ate and left no crumbs. Not a single crumb inside, bro ate the plate too frfr

(EDITS MADE BY @Pissblanket)

#south park edits #southpark #south park #hellpark #underworld park #sp #craig tucker #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #craigfluencer

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Also, those characters kissing you even when sick is so true lol. Some just wouldn't care, others don't think they can get sick, im sure atleast one would have the thought process "if im sick too then I can care for her and then have her care for me in return"

Lmao exactly!

Like, Mammon's definitely all "Oh, a stupid human cold can't do anything to the great Mammon!" And then immediately wake up the next day complaining of his throat feeling funny the next day. My beloved babygirl <3

Diavolo will get out the puppy eyes like "🥺🥺 Please🥺🥺 want kith 😚" ignoring your protests, to the point where Barbatos just gets fed up and goes "let him fuck around and find out" lmao. And he does, because like you said, he doesn't think he can get sick, and even if he does, that'll mean he'll get pampered by the love of his life <3

Floyd will squeeze you till you agree to letting him kiss you. He wants kisses shrimpy!!! >:(

Another one who thinks he's immune to sore throat because he's a merperson. Gets so whiny and pouty and is perpetually in a bad mood when he gets sick 'cause he feels horrible, much to the amusement of Jade and exasperation of Azul. Feels better if you take care of him tho. I love this unhinged little eel <3

Kalim, ah, this ball of sunshine, he does not care. His reasoning will be something sweet like "Kisses make everything feel better!! I'll kiss you so you can get well faster." Like babe, I love you, but Jamil is going to kill me if you get sick. Please keep them lips away <3

Rook is... just Rook. He'll wax poetic about how your cheeks and nose look divine with the red hue that decorates them, and how your hoarse voice has a tragic sort of beauty. He simply cannot resist trying to kiss you, and he will succeed. After all, the hunter never misses. And once he falls sick, he'll be your personal damsel in distress to take care of! Isn't it simply marvelous?

Malleus. The love of my life. This is one who is pouty and whiny about not getting to kiss you. What do you mean he cannot kiss you? Do you not love him anymore child of man?? Grumpy Malleus mode activated.

When he gets sick, he's surprised. Like darling, if you kiss me when I'm sick, what do you think you'll get?? Immunity?? This ain't a vaccine, it's the consequences of your own actions <3

And then, I'll make each of them eat the mysterious herbal powder my grandma's been feeding me since yesterday evening that makes me feel like I'm gonna turn into real life Spiderman lol (in all seriousness it works wonders, because I don't feel like I'm dying anymore. Ayurveda for the win!)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #twst malleus draconia #twst #twisted wonderland #twst kalim #twst rook #twst floyd #ice speaks #ice answers #ice's moots #hi kit! #asks

[smashlovesscream]

𝙒𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢 𝙥𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙄𝙄

"Again. 'How did you survive the massacre, Stuart?'" Billy asks, laying on his back as Stu walks in a line, back and forth. Stu cringes at how his name comes out of his friend's mouth.

  "After Billy and I came out of my attic to find horror films, we found Randy on the ground in the foyer. We looked around to find Mr.Prescott about to kill himself in the kitchen with Sidney." Stu sighed, annoyed and tired. "Mr.Prescott killed us in front of our eyes, Sidney noticed us and attacked us but Billy killed her before she could make us chicken dinner!" Stu stuck his tongue out after the last part, getting closer to Billy. The shorter stared at him, deadpanned. Serious. 

"Good enough."Billy sat up. "Fuck it up and I drop you."He threatens the taller, Stu acts shocked and puts his hand up to his face.

   "You wouldn't!" Stu cries out and lies across Billy's legs, Stu's back rubbing against Billy's knees. He wanted to hit him instead he let him stay. He grunted, uncomfortably he moved his legs into a better position."Bills."Stu looks at him.

    "Stu."Billy responds, looking back at him. Unamused.

   "Do you regret anything?" Stu asked staring at Billy.

    "That's a stupid fucking question, Stu." 

"I didn't get an answer." Stu smirked. Billy gritted his teeth.   

     "No, I don't. I knew what I wanted to do, I made a plan, I took action, and I had a successful outcome." He pushed Stu off him and hugged his knees. Stu flipped over and sat up. Billy stared at Stu. "Do you?" Billy watches Stu's facial expressions change, from slightly goofy to solemn. Stu looked away and Billy relaxed his legs.

     "Nah, seeing Tatum did upset me a bit but," Stu looked at Billy "we're in it together Billy." He patted his leg. "Plus murder is hella fun! I mean the stabbing always makes me euphoric." Stu smiles, he loved talking about how it made him feel. To stab people. It was like kissing someone. Billy hummed in agreement. 

He liked how stabbing made him feel but he had no idea what to compare it to. Sidney and him were together for 3 years, after the first year he had a grunge against Sidney due to his mother leaving. He cheated on her and the sex was fine but he wouldn't say that's how killing made him feel. He just knew stabbing people made him feel alive, sometimes Stu makes him feel alive. That's weird to say.

Stu

makes

him

feel

alive.

Billy cringes, he hated thoughts like those. It made him want to throw up, He likes Stu. Stu is a good friend plus he did this entire plan with him, for his own enjoyment of course. It meant a lot to Billy, it meant trust. If Stu left, like his mother, he'd be broken. He loves Stu, just not like that. He did struggle with homosexual thoughts. Did. Past tense. Sidney was the vaccine and now he couldn't get the shot anymore. It was worth it. That's what matters now. It was worth it.

   "Billy," Stu stares at Billy's eyes. "You wouldn't actually leave me. Would ya?"Stu grinned. Billy shook his head smiling. Stu relaxed on his stomach.

   "No Stu. You're all I got." Billy rested his legs on Stu's back. 

    "Bills, I'm not a dog." Stu complained. Billy smiled.

    "Not what Randy said, Lapdog."  Stu looked shocked and refused to look at Billy for a minute.

    "You heard that!?" Stu let the shame overflow his body. "It was kinda funny though." Stu admits as he and Billy sit in silence before they begin to chuckle, both looking down.

   "Stu." Billy says. "You're not leaving me either." Stu's smile fades. Silence falls inside the room. The seconds feel like hours. Stu shakes his head.

    "Of course not Bills. It's just you and me." Stu sits up and Billy slips his legs off of him. "Always. Forever." Stu faces Billy. They look at each other "That wasn't too gay for you, was it?" Stu sticks his tongue out at him and then smiles. Billy looks at Stu's facial features, short lashes, teal eyes, beautiful nose, and dimples when he smiles. He stared at him for long minutes before responding.

   "Yeah. It was close though." Billy kicked Stu at his side. 

  "Dude! Stitches!! STITCHES!!!" Stu yelped, Billy looked surprised. He forgot for a sweet minute they stabbed each other.

   "Oh. Yeah. Me too."  Billy lifted his shirt, showing one fresh wound that was patched up with stitches. Stu looked at him unamused and lifted up his shirt as well, two stitches. Then he took off his shirt, showing one each on his right arm and left side of his back."Stu, you stabbed me harder than I did. On purpose!" Billy shoved his shirt back down.

(Just wanted to say, Stu felt like Billy stabbed him a lot harder than he was supposed to. Stu decided to repay him for it.)

   "I got a little zealous." Stu got closer to Billy. "Plus, after, you got to stab me, three fucking times!" Stu poked Billy's stitches, Billy yelped and slapped Stu's right arm. Billy wasn't gonna apologize. Stu wasn't going to either, Stu was stubborn and grunge-holding. Although, he was more of a forget but never forgive type of person. Suddenly Billy's door swung open, it was his dad.

    "Hey, boys." Hank Loomis leaned on the handle of the door. His weight makes it wobble.

    "Hey, Mr.Loomis." Stu greeted him with a smile. He's the kid every parent loves to have over, goofy, gets along with people, and helps around the house. 'Perfect'. Billy gritted his teeth some more.

    "You doing well son?" Hank asked the taller. Stu nodded "Good." Hank shifted his vision to his son."Billy, you should've called me once you were discharged. I could've picked you guys up."  Hank complained."You didn't say anything to the reporters." He examined Billy's face closely. Billy stared at his father's face with a thin smile across his face. "Especially Gale Weathers. Right?" Hank knew it was over when Billy started to open his mouth.

     "I said a few words." Billy scoffed "Nothing too bad." He shifted his weight to the right side of his bed. 

     "God William, whatcha say to her."  Mr.Loomis wanted to hit his head on a wall."Dad, I just got outta the hospital. You're already giving me shit?" is what Billy WANTED to say. Instead, Billy smiled and looked away.

     "You'll see on the news later." Mr.Loomis looked at Billy disappointed. 

     "Do you guys need anything before I leave?" Billy looked at him confused.

      "You were gone all day." Billy said, expecting his dad to stay longer.

      "You guys were in the Hospital since 6 in the morning, you got discharged around 11, and now it's.." Mr.Loomis checked his watch "6:27 pm on a Friday night. You know I have my late meetings on Fridays." or in other words, Mr.Loomis and his Lawyer buddies get drinks. Stu looked surprised, he had no sense of time after the murders. "I would comfort you about the massacre and all but y'all seem to be taking it well." Hank shrugged and began to shut the door "Billy, Stu, I'll see you tonight. " the door clicked. Stu and Billy stared at each other. 

     "It's been that long?" Stu felt dumbfounded. Billy shrugged.

      "I guess." Billy responded dryly.

      "Don't be down Billy boy." Stu went up to Billy and hugged him. Billy cringed at the physical contact but he patted Stu on the back.

       "Thanks, Stu." pushing him away softly.

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This kinda felt like a bunch of ideas mushed into one but I hope this was okay:D

1,285 words!!!! YIPPEEE

#scream #stuilly #billy loomis #fanfic #stu macher #stu x billy #wattpad

[blimbo-buddy]

I feel like the clans should have to deal with more dangers; the book felt lacking. Like, what about some clans having to deal with poisons left out by humans? Antifreeze tastes sweet so some cats might taste it. Or maybe some people got exotic animals that got out once or twice?

What about bears? That could live in the area due to wandering. What tornadoes forming in Winclan territory? Or Shadowclan having to deal with more sickness due to their area? Rabies would be terrifying but for being outside and exposed it would be a real threat to the clans.

Maybe hunters going into the forest? And so cats having to deal with them in certain seasons? Maybe traps left out by them

Kittypets and loners could at least have more safety in regards to that; many could have been vaccinated, and have shelters they can go to. In the lake there is mentioned to be a farm nearby; have more danger come from animals that lived there; large livestock, guard dogs, equipment farmers use and more. The clans just need more danger

It's definitely weird that we never see animal traps that often. How often do we see Fox snares besides BerryKit losing his tail or FireStar losing one of his lives, and also just like what you said about Antifreeze. AND YOU'RE RIGHT HOLY SHIT, people are fucking stupid with exotic pet trades so how has there not been a wolf accidentally let loose in the Clans, imagine if the Dog Pack in TPB was a pack of Wolfdogs that escaped their owner's backyard exotic pet kennel, or at the very least how come the leader of the Dog Pack wasn't a Wolfdog.

When it comes to bears though, that actually makes sense because the UK decimated a good chunk of the native wild life for some reason, that's why there's no wild bears or wolves in the UK and that's been the case for a really, really long time (hundreds of years). So it makes sense that there's no bears and wolves present. We know damn well though that if there were bears or wolves in the UK then the Clans wouldn't even exist. Look at how big these motherfuckers get and try telling me that a Clan could fend off an entire pack of these things.

It's odd that the only natural disasters we've seen are the occasional fire and flood, tornadoes aren't rare in the UK and earthquakes happen over there too. I think though with sickness, Shadowclan might develop a natural immunity to illnesses that would often make the strongest warrior weak, not entirely immune of course but they can handle most illnesses better than the other Clans

I don't think there would necessarily be hunters for the cats, but more just TNR people who leave out these kinds of cat traps. It'd probably be difficult for cats to get out of it in the first place which really puts some of the cats on edge. I'd actually argue that Loners and Kittypets can be put in as much danger when it comes to things like accidentally ingesting rat poison left out by the humans.

But yeah the Clans need more danger to their lives, the only danger that ever really comes is the typical "Scary foreigner group that wants to destroy the Clans and hates Starclan"

#blimbo rambles #ask #wc

[ghost-in-my-dreams]

The lion sleeps in the jungle at night. Thats me. Dreaming I was at the beach totally having fun and totally wasted dude! Or at least a lil buzzed or high. I pretty much left reality these past terribly horrid months and went on a journey to the past and tried to figure out how I would use that journey to help me in the future. To be honest the past can be just as horrible as the present. So knowing all that I decided to stop worrying about everyone. And focus more on myself obviously. Trying to figure out someone is like the flu, you might get one version destroyed by a vaccine but there's always another lurking in the shadows. Basically what I'm saying is that I'm not gonna be dependent anymore on anyone for anything as far I can help it. Its either my way or it doesn't happen. I think I wasted too much time on certain people that well...are fucking idiots that actually try going downwards in life instead of going up. Of course I'm not mr perfect either, I got my own character flaws but when you see a group of dogs infested with fleas and decide that's what your into and join them...yeah umm no keep me away please go destroy your life on your own. Like Raymond...I have stayed away from him these past 8 months or so now and just from word of mouth I'm not surprised or even care about how he is doing. He chose the group of dogs infested with fleas so thats his misfortune. I don't know what halfbrained idea he came up with his bf at the time but he is still with that group of dogs infested with fleas. Its been so long now that the only emotion I have about him is anger at how stupid and dumb he is. And after our last fight and everything that happened afterward, I knew that was going to be it and well he chose the other guy he just met over me. Thats a big turn off for me and he knew it. I had to learn the hard way that he is just not a good person to have any kind of relationship. I honestly think he might be a sex addict or 30 year old ass prostitute. When you choose that way of life, you won't amount to anything or have anything at all. But oh well you live and learn. Having said that I will be living a solo dolo lifestyle. I just want good stuff and good people around me. I hope no one else has to go through what I went through. Down low narcissistic people are out there and they are highly toxic avoid at all and any cost. I shouldn't say this but I pray that a few years down the road I witness him doing absolutely horrible in life and karma delt him a heavy hand.

I currently still have a large work load to go through before I can get free time to continue the stories. And I'm trying to find someone to hang out with maybe towards a relationship but that takes a lot of time and energy so I'm working towards all these goals as best I can. Stay honorable and truthful everyone, till next time....

#dream #truth #past #ex #friend #lion #jungle #solodolo #choices #karma #good #Spotify