I can't blame anyone for trying to stay positive, it's a server and community that a lot of us spent a year in, so it's hard to let go.
But I guess I'll just make my case on why it's so hard to stay positive, and why I can't in good conscious support this project.
Ever since Quackiy announced he wouldn't be in the QSMP administration team, a lot of people thought that would be for the better, a fresh start, but since then we got no reason to believe things got any better.
They said to Bagi that Empanada would get her life back, even without trying to talking to Empy's admin at all first, and when they finally got to her, they fired her and even were rude about it. That's not even talking about the other eggs that weren't so explicit about it, but were certaintly ghosted by these admins.
The fact that they were ghosted is even worse when you realize they're selling merch of these said characters (which they may not even have commercial permission from the original designer to sell), and they have no idea if they're going to be compensated not only for working overtime and without pay, but if they're getting any cent of the figures of the characters they spent months of hard work creating.
I also want to remind that the "admins" weren't only roleplayers, they were translators, builders, modelers and more, their work kept the QSMP turning, so it's not because the eggs were supposed to be a two week thing that the QSMP doesn't owe basically everything it became to them, who were never properly compensated for it.
And last but not least, there's no transparency. Now that Quackity is out of the picture, there's literally no one to be held accountable, just some invisible "new admins".
That all being said, I could only possible support the "new QSMP" if they:
1- Retroactively payed all of their workers;
2- Actually showed anything that got better as a result of the new administration;
3- Have someone to be held accountable for the project
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A reminder that being a woman isn’t supposed to be inherently miserable. You should be able to find the joy in being a woman and feel proud and happy and powerful of your identity. Some women don’t get to feel like this because of their situations or trauma or experiences, but that joy out there and you should be allowed to find it. Gender euphoria isn’t just for trans people. It’s for cis people too.
This is a big problem I have with TERF spaces (among other things of course). They define women based on suffering. They define womanhood as a miserable experience and something that all woman are on the cusp of wanting to escape from. This is a false narrative. These are not normal feelings to have. Girls want to be girls. Women want to be women. Despite the hardships, women should be allowed to feel proud of overcoming those hardships, and celebrate their worth and who they are and how strong they are with other women who view themselves with nothing but positivity. THIS is a healthy and normal attitude.
You are not supposed to hate being a woman, or feel miserable 100% of the time, or reject gendered terms in favour of your most basic anatomy in order to define that anatomy as something inherently horrible to have. This is a form of self-harm and is also very common amongst incel communities.
There is a reason that a lot of trans women have had experience with incel forums, either because they used to be in them, or because they were drawn in by certain incel rhetoric. This isn’t because they hated women, but because a significant defining trait of incel forums is encouraging men to hate themselves. Incel forums are a cesspit of self-harm for men who hate who they are and how they look, which is why trans women are at a high risk of being preyed on by them. Incel spaces prey on amab people who hate who they are, in the same way that TERF spaces do the same with afab people.
I genuinely believe that there is a potentially significant amount of TERFs who are actually trans or non-binary, but have been groomed to internalise that side of themselves into nothing but self-hatred that they then project onto other women.
TERFs are no different to incels. They simply target different genders.
Please understand that gender euphoria is something that you’re supposed to experience, regardless of whether you’re cis or trans. If you are not feeling any joy, or happiness, or positivity towards who you are, then that is a personal problem that should be addressed. Whether you’re in a bad situation, you need mental health support, or you’re experiencing gender dysphoria, you are not supposed to be destined for a life of misery. Do not let TERFs make you believe that being a woman is an inherently awful curse. This just shows that they have their own internalised bullshit to unpack, and is not indicative of what being a woman actually is.
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(Anon from previous ask)
What doesn’t sit right with me is that Quackity said during a stream that there was no volunteer positions within his studios. Wouldn’t that mean that he or his team would have budgeted in order to account for admins payements even before the last merch drop ?
Even if you assume he wasn’t much involved in the behind the scenes workings of his company, didn’t know how many people exactly were working under it, it’s impossible to ignore the eggs admins, he literally played with them for months (putting aside Chunsik who joined much later, that makes 10 eggs who have been around for 6 months/an entire year).
Then if volunteers were never supposed to exist, wouldn’t they have budgeted in order to have enough money to pay AT LEAST these ten people every month ? Even if there was indeed a bad apple higher up who was misusing the funds before, this shouldn’t be an issue now.
I’m sorry for the rant, it’s just that the financial issues argument has felt very inconsistent for me since it was first brought up and I need to air my frustration.
Yeah I feel you anon, I really feel you.
First of all, I believe Quackity said he knew that there were volunteers, but he thought people were eventually hired after a trial. Also, I think the egg actors role was explicitly a volunteer role. Since it was supposed to last for like, 2 weeks, I can understand the reasoning. It should have probably been reevaluated after it was made clear that the eggs would stay longer though.
What still baffles me is that no official structure was implemented for when a new language would be included. I feel like one paid manager per language would have been the BARE minimum, but instead, we got Lumi (with later Lea) carrying the entire french side of the server alone, for months, for free, while also playing an egg.
Honestly, the ONLY way I can see Quackity being fully ignorant of the real state of things is that the administration lied about everything, especiall the payment (as in, they showed fake receipts, declared that they paid people when they didn't, and pocketed the difference) AND, critically, that Quackity never checked himself.
This is in the realm of possibilities, and I wouldn't be surprised if it were what actually happened. Doesn't change the fact that it would mean that Quackity was sorely incompetent and naive, and doesn't excuse the real harm that this caused to the volunteers. But hey, at least he had no ill intents.
The fact that in this scenario, he never talked to the admins privately is, again, baffling to me, but seeing how limited the communication seemed to be between admins and ccs, it unfortunately is in the realm of possibilities too.
So here, this is the most generous scenario I can think of for Quackity. Unrealistic ambitions combined with absolute incompetence of how to manage such a big project and blind trust in people that ultimately exploited his ignorance.
Still, the fact that he never hired any HR and never personally checked why, for example, there were languages that were consistently left out of official announcements are a big red flag to me, and a reminder that we just don't know wtf happened. I want to believe he never intended for the abuse, but there are ways he has facilitated it when, as a law student, he should have known better, and people have every right to not trust his intentions.
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How the SR 71 program died. This picture is of the retirement ceremony at March Air Force Base 1990.
You cannot see the faces of the Warriors in this photograph that are possibly holding back their tears when the SR 71 program was canceled prematurely. The men The Pilots and RSO’s (reconnaissance systems officer) that flew in an airplane without any armament at 85-90,000 feet above the Earth. Theirs was the fight for justice and freedom from 1964 to 1990 of a War that never ended. We are still fighting a Cold War against communists. They put their life on the line for the freedom of the United States. These SR-71 Warriors were going to battle as they dressed slowly and precisely in their pressure suits. These brave men preparing for battle they knew they may never come home again to their family. Their families shared in the glory, and in the tension that surrounded them, I noticed that some of my fellow Habubrats have anxiety disorders. That is understandable.
SR-71 was not designed for airshows or any glory it was designed by the Skunk Works to stealthily find out what our enemies were planning.
THE SR-71 PREVENTED WAR.
Satellites could never replace the SR-71. Satellites don’t orbit east to west. Satellites can’t collect 100,000 miles of data per hour and it is easy to predict the path of a satellite. There was new money for projects in the Air Force if they went with satellites so they did. The Air Force Chief put Lockheed out of the SR 71 business. The Chief said that Lockheed trying to keep the SR 71 alive was going to hurt their chances of winning the F-22 contract! Contractors like Lockheed only have one customer the Department of Defense.
Open POM in 1985 Generals found out the cost for the first time of the SR 71. Open POM was to take classified programs such as the B2, the F1 17, and the SR 71 and reveal their cost to the air staff board so they could see what the Air Force was funding. It sounded like a good idea and probably was. The Air Force at that time had some of the new programs classified and hidden from view, but it was the kiss of death for the SR 71.
The SR 71 funding was in trouble because first off the Air Force did not use the data collected by the SR. The users were the Navy, Army, DIA, and a little bit (ELINT) for NSA.
NSA never liked the SR-71 Why? Communications intelligence SR went too fast for COMINT they thought communications intelligence was the only kind of intelligence that was useful. When the Air Force Generals saw how much the SR was costing them they revolted they said more than $200 million for operating only 10 airplanes which is ridiculous.
U-2 funding was in the General Defense Intelligence Program DIP controlled by the DIA. The Air Staff could not get at that money or they would have.
The SR money was in Program One called Strategic Forces. The reason it was in that budget was that when it came over to the Air Force from the NRO and the SRG the budget for the SR was too big for the GPIP and would have revealed how much was being spent. To cover up the cost they put it in with Strategic Bombers and Missiles, which had a very big budget
About the time of open POM in 1984. The Air Force became a Haven for fighter pilots with the death of General O’Malley the four stars were all from Tactical Air Command (TAC) they even put a TAC General in charge of SAC! SAC got the highest fastest flying aircraft and the TAC was always trying to catch up. One might ask how did this affect the SR -71? The reason once this very large amount of money was being spent on satellites they no longer wanted to fund the SR-71 The SR went from a national collection platform to Tactical intelligence asset.
The SR 71 would be flying today like the U-2 if the Air Force had not received the funding data. ( The U2 is supposed to be retiring again. I’ll believe it when I never see a U2 in the air again.)
Linda Sheffield
“The Very First” written by Colonel Richard “Butch” Sheffield
@Habubrats71 via X
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The Grocery Store
The grocery store is… noisy even though it’s empty. The chattering of the managers two aisles over, the sound of Seth racing like an eight year old up and down the aisles. Seth practically blurs past him and when he’s back he’s dumping a six pack of Bang Energy into his basket, crushing the bread.
Seth, the fucking speedster, is just about to race off again, but Jacob is faster, yanking him from his hoodie.
“Put this back.” Jacob says sharply, pulling out the six pack.
“C’mon!” Seth’s voice has a whining edge to it, “I was planning on playing Fortnite with my friends tonight! It’s a Friday!”
Jacob sighs, usually he wouldn’t acquiesce, but the overhead light is buzzing and the sound is drilling into his skull like it was the United States and his brain was oil.
“Seth. Work with me here, it’s a no.”
“I even have money!”
Jacob blinks, furrows his brow, “What money?”
“It’s the, uh, 20 dollars you said you owed me when you forgot it was my birthday!”
He did not forget. He very much did not forget.
Seth must have taken Jacob’s dazed silence as a resolute no.
“Okay then well uh– Dad owes me money!”
Jacob sighs through his nose, when he inhales the air is cloying and sticky–too much. He pinches his brow. He hates that Seth can see his technique working.
“Will it get you to shut up?” Jacob grumbles.
Seth is giving him the biggest sparkling puppy-dog eyes, like he didn’t just crush Jacob’s bread.
There’s a beat of silence, “Fine. But go get a cart first.”
Seth hisses his cheer like Jacob didn’t hear him– and usually Jacob wouldn’t, but he seems to hear everything. He replaces the crushed bread with a better looking loaf, scans the rest of the aisle for jam and peanut butter.
Jacob feels someone practically glide next to him, glide close, cold like they stepped out of a cryo chamber. They smell familiar– they smell nice, they’re too close. Jacob backs up, every sense in him honing on the figure.
“Here, you wanted jam.” His voice cuts through the dissonant symphony of his senses, and Jacob is blinking blankly at him.
“Huh?”
“Jam.” It’s a young man. He looks shockingly familiar, “Peanut butter too, right?”
“Right…” Jacob says, “was I… was I speaking aloud?”
His eyes are golden, last time Jacob checked his eyes were jet black.
“Hm…” The young man says thoughtfully, “Not currently, no.”
Right, because this one could read minds. His voice hooks on a memory, far far off in his mind.
“Edward Cullen.” Jacob says aloud, and Edward nods his head like he’s doing a curtsy, his mouth making a little smirk.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Jacob says, recoiling, he’s tempted to slap the jar out of Edward’s hand.
“Grocery shopping, like you.”
“Bloodsuckers don’t eat.” Jacob says. Edward’s sudden presence ticked the switch of ire in him. Last time Jacob saw him, Edward was covered in blood, wiping his mouth, licking his lips.
Edward makes a face, rolls his eyes, “Common misconception. We don’t need to. Doesn’t make eating less pleasurable.”
Bull-shit!
“I assure you, Mr. Black– it is not.”
“Don’t fucking do that.” Jacob says. When Jacob gets a proper look at Edward, he’s taller, all marble cut with those familiar golden eyes and the copper quiff of hair. He looks the same as when Jacob saw him last, but different– worldly. Or at least better dressed.
He smells nice. He looks nice. Fuck. That can’t be normal.
“I can assure you.” Edward says, voice languid, almost teasing, “That it is. It’s called attraction.”
“Fuck off.” Jacob says. It would be a bad idea to start a fight here, especially since he can’t take on Vampires alone and Seth is with him–
“Relax.” Edward smells like vanilla perfume and musk, it rolls off him in waves. “You and your brother are safe.”
“How many?” Jacob demands through grit teeth.
“None– well, one.” Edward says, and he has the audacity to act sheepish, “Me.”
“Stop. Stop doing that.” Jacob says again, he shakes his head, swallowing, “You reek.”
“No good to lie to anybody.” Edward says, “Least of all to yourself.”
“Oh.” Jacob scoffs, “Like how you convince this whole town that you’re human?”
“Now Mr. Black. There’s that statement about stones… and glass houses…”
“Oh fuck. Off!” Jacob takes a step back, Edward takes a step forward. Fuck no, safe his ass!
“You’re too keyed up Mr. Black.” Edward says, “I already said you and your brother are safe.”
Jacob takes a deep breath, his head is spinning and the store is too fucking loud and Edward smells so good; a maw of feral hunger opens in his stomach.
Edward is taking two more steps forward, tilting his head to look at Jacob more intensely. He’s close, way too close and he’s cool enough for the temperature change to release the pressure gauge in his head. Jacob realizes that he’s breathing shallowly, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from leaping at Edward– to fight? Nope. The feeling is too incongruent.
“It’s inconvenient.” Edward’s so close and his voice is low and soft, “I assure you, it’s inconvenient for me too.”
What? He can smell that? Is it like catnip for girls? Catnip for gays?
“Hm.” Edward says shortly, he steps back turning his head, when Jacob looks in the same direction, he sees Seth, two Bang Energy six packs, a family sized bag of Doritos Cool Ranch, and– much to Jake’s unexplained relief–two ribeye steaks. Seth’s eyes go huge and round at the sight of them when he takes a deep breath.
Say nothing, Seth, he begs internally, please say nothing. Luckily, it’s as if Seth follows his directions because Seth nods when their eyes meet.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Edward says and he nods at Seth, who looks like he’s trying not to rear back and growl like a dog. Edward places the jar he was holding into the shopping cart and soon he’s out of sight.
Seth stares at Jacob, turns to look back in the direction Edward went, looks back at his brother.
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“Huh?!” Jacob’s eyes go wide, then his face grows hot, “What–? No!”
Seth looks unconvinced, “Are you sure?”
“Seth!” Jacob hisses, “How would I not be sure if I had a boyfriend?!”
Seth gives him a level look, with a glint in his eye that makes Jacob apprehensive.
“You didn’t kill him on the spot.” Seth says, suspiciously, “And he’s a bloodsucker, like you said. You know him.”
“We’re in a grocery store!”
“Practically empty!” Seth counters, “no one would really see, are you going after him?”
Not a bad idea!
“No…” Jacob says.
“Then I’m telling.” Seth says. Jacob tries to give him a hard stare, but Seth makes a face like he’s already won.
“How much?” Jacob asks, and he’s reaching into his pocket.
“Fifty.” Seth says smugly.
“No.”
“Make that 100.”
“That’s not how this works!” Jacob protests.
“100 and a PS4.” Seth says.
“PS4.” Jacob says without thinking, and his head snaps up to take it back but Seth is already interrupting him before he can speak.
“And you buy me Bang Energy!” Seth says gleefully. Jacob gives him a withering glare.
“You take one bang energy and that’s fuc-dging it.” Jacob yanks the second six pack out of the cart and places it haphazardly in the aisle where it didn’t belong.
This is a section of a bigger slow burn Twilight Jakeward fanfic where me and my body double collaborator who's roommate write a Gay Twilight Fanfic as a joke. Double Sike! It turned semi-serious and now is an actual work in progress fanfic with nearly 30,000 words and three months of time sunk.
Read it here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/55266253/chapters/140190751
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