#like am i lawful for being an anarchist? | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

In 2020, 44% of users from Denmark used Tumblr daily.

#like am i lawful for being an anarchist?

headspace-hotel · 10 months

Text

What i've been learning thru my research is that Lawn Culture and laws against "weeds" in America are deeply connected to anxieties about "undesirable" people.

I read this essay called "Controlling the Weed Nuisance in Turn-of-the-century American Cities" by Zachary J. S. Falck and it discusses how the late 1800's and early 1900's created ideal habitats for weeds with urban expansion, railroads, the colonization of more territory, and the like.

Around this time, laws requiring the destruction of "weeds" were passed in many American cities. These weedy plants were viewed as "filth" and literally disease-causing—in the 1880's in St. Louis, a newspaper reported that weeds infected school children with typhoid, diphtheria, and scarlet fever.

Weeds were also seen as "conducive to immorality" by promoting the presence of "tramps and idlers." People thought wild growing plants would "shelter" threatening criminals. Weeds were heavily associated with poverty and immortality. Panic about them spiked strongly after malaria and typhoid outbreaks.

To make things even wilder, one of the main weeds the legal turmoil and public anxiety centered upon was actually the sunflower. Milkweed was also a major "undesirable" weed and a major target of laws mandating the destruction of weeds.

The major explosion in weed-control law being put forth and enforced happened around 1905-1910. And I formed a hypothesis—I had this abrupt remembrance of something I studied in a history class in college. I thought to myself, I bet this coincides with a major wave of immigration to the USA.

Bingo. 1907 was the peak of European immigration. We must keep in mind that these people were not "white" in the exact way that is recognized today. From what I remember from my history classes, Eastern European people were very much feared as criminals and potential communists. Wikipedia elaborates that the Immigration Act of 1924 was meant to restrict Jewish, Slavic, and Italian people from entering the country, and that the major wave of immigration among them began in the 1890s. Almost perfectly coinciding with the "weed nuisance" panic. (The Immigration Act of 1917 also banned intellectually disabled people, gay people, anarchists, and people from Asia, except for Chinese people...who were only excluded because they were already banned since 1880.)

From this evidence, I would guess that our aesthetics and views about "weeds" emerged from the convergence of two things:

First, we were obliterating native ecosystems by colonizing them and violently displacing their caretakers, then running roughshod over them with poorly informed agricultural and horticultural techniques, as well as constructing lots of cities and railroads, creating the ideal circumstances for weeds.

Second, lots of immigrants were entering the country, and xenophobia and racism lent itself to fears of "criminals" "tramps" and other "undesirable" people, leading to a desire to forcefully impose order and push out the "Other." I am not inventing a connection—undesirable people and undesirable weeds were frequently compared in these times.

And this was at the very beginnings of the eugenics movement, wherein supposedly "inferior" and poor or racialized people were described in a manner much the same as "weeds," particularly supposedly "breeding" much faster than other people.

There is another connection that the essay doesn't bring up, but that is very clear to me. Weeds are in fact plants of the poor and of immigrants, because they are often medicinal and food plants for people on the margins, hanging out around human habitation like semi-domesticated cats around granaries in the ancient Near East.

My Appalachian ancestors ate pokeweed, Phytolacca americana. The plant is toxic, but poor people in the South would gather the plant's young leaves and boil them three times to get the poison out, then eat them as "poke salad." Pokeweed is a weed that grows readily on roadsides and in vacant lots.

In some parts of the world, it is grown as an ornamental plant for its huge, tropical-looking leaves and magenta stems. But my mom hates the stuff. "Cut that down," she says, "it makes us look like rednecks."

#plants #ecology #usa ecology #history #american history #lawn #anti lawn

9K notes · View notes

the-cat-and-the-birdie · 11 months

Text

Boyfriend!Hobie Brown Heacanons - Hobie Brown x GN!reader

I am not normal about Hobie Brown and I don't plan on stopping

Before we begin!! I feel like Hobie would be really slow and hesitant on letting his partner know he's Spider-man (considering he wasn't willing to tell Miles).

So I imagine he'd try to juggle it with the band and all the political action he does. He just wants to keep you safe, but when it comes up he usually brushes off why he up and disappears sometimes. But if directly confronted, he's not gonna lie cause he feels like that's shitty. If asked why he's gone, he'd come out and say it, but try to soften the blow best he can.

(With that out of my system)

Okay first things first Hobie is the most SUPPORTIVE bf ever

No matter what he's always in your corner

Hobie believes in his partner a lot, and that means he'll always back you - even if he's the only person to have your back

And he knows you can handle your own, but if anyone has anything to say about it they can deal with him

(RIP to anyone who tries to talk down to you or insult you cause he finna roast they asses no filter)

He's an incredibly good listener. Like crazy good

Hobie's able to bring up things you don't even remember telling him, things said in passing that yoy may not think is important, but he still picks up on

Which is why he's really good to vent to. He may not have a lot of words of comfort, but is has a shoulder to cry on, and if you're angry, he's always there to validate that. Plus no matter what you're going through, he'll always encourage you to get through it, and keep your head up

Hobies also a low-key romantic (in his own way).

If you think Pavi is a great boyfriend then wait to you get with Hobie

If you're like most people, Hobie is most likely taller than you.

He's a lot touchier than you'd think, in his own way. Leaning on you, hanging off of you, arm over your shoulder, or crossing his legs over yours.

Hobie is a man of much slang and many nicknames (and part of the reason people playfully call Pav 'Big Steppa')

He'd call you nicknames more than your actual name - 'love',' 'darling', 'bird' the like, along with some few custom ones

Most of his date ideas involve breaking the law in some way and bashing the occassional facist together

Hobie is actually incredibly smart, both street wise and science wise, so I imagine he's pretty well read. I could see him really enjoying the some anarchist literature with his partner, and then discussing it with them

Protests are his favorite kind of date, followed by concerts, and picnics in abandoned buildings

(or, after he meets Miles, going out to graffiti)

he lets you wear his vest and even helps you make your own

He may not be as verbally affectionate or into PDA as Pavi is, but he still makes it clear that he trusts you and cares about what you have to say

He may not say 'I love you' in front of people, but he'll pull you onto his lap, or ask if you're okay, and give you slang-covered compliments all the time

Being Spider-man is actually a lot more stressful than Hobie lets on

And like most Spider-men, he looks to his other half as support, emotionally

being an international rockstar and anti-facist icon comes with big images, but when he and his partner are alone, he feels a lot more relaxed and a lot less pressured.

Hobie's been Spider-man for 3 years, meanwhile Pavi and Gwen are both in their first months of joining the spider-society. Because of that, he kinda feels responsible for them

He's been putting up with the Spider-Society's shit for years (hence why Miguel is so done with him)

There's definitely times he's come home to his dimension cursing and fuming

Any type of injustice or power inbalance really pisses him off, and sometimes if its really bad he can't stop thinking about it

Especially growing up in a totalitarian universe

He leans on his partner to remind him that there are still good people out there fighting for what's right

Hobie has already gone through most of his canon events, and he carries that with him, though he won't say it

From his reaction in atsv, he doesn't talk about it a lot, and tries is best to brush it off but sometimes, it just can't be ignored

his partner would probably be the only person he brings it up to and it just makes him more pissed with the spider-society

When he's relaxed though Hobie may be more quiet in private, strumming his guitar as his listens to you, or kicking back while the two of you shoot the shit

Pavi's energy hypes him up a lot though, so you two hit up Mumbattan a lot

Or he loves bringing his partner to band practice and mic checks. And he always calls them out in the crowd if he's on the mic

Last sweet stuff okay

If he's gone he'll give his partner one of his bracelets. He'll just be like 'oi, hold this.' then leave chill as hell

Gwen, Pavi, and Miles are all really supportive of you two, even if they have a thousand questions in the beginning (all of which he dodges or plays off)

He's not one to get jealous at all. But he will join a conversation and casually mention the rockstar-model thing. Just to assert dominance. A subtle flex

He keeps asking you to give him a stick & poke somewhere because he thinks it's a cute idea

He likes doing that thing where he sits behind you while he teaches you guitar

He loves having you sleep over, and you can crash in his dimension any time

Especially after he meets Gwen. His fave thing to do is to just play while he listens to the two of you talk for hours

Hobie is a really heavy sleeper but somehow gets up exactly when he needs to be or right before shit starts going down - otherwise he sleeps till 1pm everyday

If theres anything Hobie is, its loyal and supportive, and he wants nothing more than for you to be safe, and free, and happy

(even if most of his advice is throwing a brick at someone)

He is always pushing you to do better, to speak up for yourself or trust yourself because he knows how much you're capable of

And finally he knows your favorite song by heart to the point that if hes zoning out or missing you, he'll strum it on the guitar without even realizing

(okay bye lemme know what you thought thanks for reading loves also I am not okay i am obsessed with him )

#hobie brown #hobie x reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x reader #spider punk #spider punk x you #marvel #marvel comics #spiderman #spider man #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv

954 notes · View notes

badly-drawn-doflamingo · 4 months

Note

How would you rank the the worst generation three based on dirtiest and most stinky?

Oh god this is a question… as a warlord, I would have assumed you would ask me about co workers, which trust me, most do, however this one is truthfully a stumper.

This is solely because, they all do. Not a single one of those rotten children bathe often, or at all, and I’ve asked and they will fragrantly lie before me and state “oh no no, you’re nose blind because you literally are snorting smarties” and “how can you say that when you smell like actual horse urine-“

But as the loving man I am, I WILL ANSWER YOU, YOUNG BIRD!! As a man and someone who does NOT smell like horse urine and who does NOT smart snorties. Often.

3. That rat bastard Law

Law never did listen to me when I told him “please wash your stupid hat after you smoke” and “don’t FUCKING ignore the filters I give you.”

Law of course, as all terrible nasty rotten disgusting sons do, ignored daddys advice.

Law smells like an entire smoke shop, down to the chemicals they use on the floorboards and the hookah bottles. It is like inhaling the entirety of one of these shops into one’s nose, and I believe fully he has helped cause my nose blindness for all drugs. Or maybe it’s the coke.

2. Roronoa Zoro

Have you ever been to a gym, and just, taken a big FUCKIN whiff on accident and suddenly, you find yourself understanding why soap was both invented and should be used, and probably also a bit homosexual? Well, this has never happened to me, ask my ex husband, I’m am very much a ladies man, however this Zoro man is another case.

I genuinely believe you used a pressure washer on that man, you would end up with a white haired stranger. I also suspect a new species of.. something, lives upon him, but that could also just be called his equally rotten Captain.

1. Eustass Kid

Anarchists do not bathe, and neither does whatever that tulip headed fool calls himself. He has absorbed an entire gas stations scent into his very skin, and just being around him has given me as much lead poisoning as I gave my ex son back in my kingdom. In this case, both deserved it.

If you enjoy huffing exhaust and the smell of iron rotting your lungs, please go and try having a conversation, but note - it is like speaking with a metal head who also huffed said fumes. You will get nowhere.

This has been a ranking by Doffy, thank you for asking.

#ask dolfy #one piece #character ask #genuinely these are posters thoughts #I just love having fun #donquixote doflamingo #doffy #the worst generation #eustass kid #trafalgar law #roronoa zoro

65 notes · View notes

alpaca-clouds · 10 months

Text

About Anarchism and Security

Alright, I promised @cofiandme to answer this, once I had time, so let me answer it now.

Quick quote of the question under yesterday's anarchism blog:

@cofiandme: Without prejudice and a genuine inquiry: If anarchism is "having no ruler" and, in theory, still have rules, who enforces these rules? Me: Society does. Basically the idea is that people are responsible for themselves and their community. (Additionally there is also the basic idea that humans are actually not inherently violent or anything, but are forced into violence through things like abuse and poverty.) @cofiandme: society? How so? Does that equate to morals and vague faculties? I too agree that men are not inherently evil, but I am pretty sure that they're self-centeredness (like what you've said, "people are responsible for themselves") will bring out self-interest, which is not necessarily evil but will inevitably result to some disputes, knowing resource limitness, scarcity, and all — how do anarchist society settle this? Within themselves too?

So, it has to be said at this point that we do not have any documentation of any large scale society, that lived by anarchist rules. While it stands to reason that those indigenous cultures that were basically living under a sort of anarchism when there was settler contact, those were often already quite descimated by the time it was documented. And modern anarchist communes rarely reach a size of more than a few hundred.

What I am trying to say: For the most part, we only have theory right now. But it should obviously noted, too, that we are only animals and surprisingly animals do manage to exist for the most part without murdering and raping members of their own species.

At the very, very basic level, anarchism assumes that people's nature is neutral, if not outright good. Because we have seen time and time again that whenever societal forces we have break down, people will help one another, rather than fight each other. Hence the assumption that people are neutral/good, but current systems are bad.

Before all else, we do need to break down the hierarchies of capitalism, by making sure that neither absurd riches, nor poverty should exist.

But also working at the abolishment of other hierarchical systems like the patriarchy and white supremacy. As well as create access to help networks for everyone. That includes especially healthcare - including mental healthcare.

Right now, most crimes are linked to poverty. Poverty forces people to commit crimes, and once people get into trouble with the law once (let's say for stealing food or selling drugs), there is a chance that this actually pushes them further into crime and violence. This is in fact more true, the harsher the anti-crime system of a country is. Hence: If you abolish poverty, you will already limit crime.

Then we have the other two big factors of crime: Hate-crimes and crimes commited out of mental health struggles. (Of course all the factors can be linked.) Working against discriminating structures would drastically limit the hate crimes. Mental health support the other.

So, why am I telling all that? Well, because it is basically the anarchist belief, that system changes would lower violent crime massively.

Now, let's get to the part with the rules.

A very, very basic assumption: Most people do not avoid violence against other humans because of laws, but because violence does actually feel bad.

But yes, society does need rules. So, instead of rules being unbending and only affected by a selected few, everyone gets to have a say about the rules, that would directly affect them. In old times and small communes, this usually happened/happens via a sort of townhall meeting, where everyone gets a chance to speak and then people cast their vote. If we had this as a system for a wider society, these processes would probably be digitalized. (There are a couple of other models/additions for this, that are possible for this, but the direct approach is technically the most anarchist.)

As for the enforcement: In general the anarchist idea is that punishment is not the way to go, but rehabilitation. And of course cops do bring so many issues with themselves... So basically the enforcement idea is, that everyone should be allowed to intervene, when violence happens. And that in general again the society as a whole should get a say in what happens with people - though generally never seeking punishment and rather a solution that aims for rehabilitation or, if that is not an option (like, you will probably not rehabilitate the nazi mass murderer), for security detainment.

And, see. The thing about "self-centeredness" is, that we as a society under late stage capitalism have one big issue: Our society is an individualist one. But this is actually counter to human nature. Humans are not individualist animals. We are social animals. A social rule that serves the many is in fact the one that best serves all the single beings within it.

/end long ramble

#anarchism #anarcho communism #theory #anarchist theory #hopepunk #punk #anti capitalism #justice

154 notes · View notes

loving-n0t-heyting · 4 months

Text

So when you ask the kind of lib or anarchist or whatever to get all twisted about brock turner (who is just a metonym for the broader phenomenon, the Unsympathetic Bro Criminal to have gotten off too lightly) why they are getting heated about an insufficiently punitive court ruling when they are self proclaimed bleeding heart prison abolitionists vel sim, they will tell you, Oh you see really i am angry at the disparity, how this guy enjoys these perks when so many less privileged convicts/defendants suffer so out of proportion to their supposed crimes. Im not a vengeance addicted sadist im just an angry egalitarian

But if thats really yr objection to the slaponthewrist, the inequality of treatment on display (which is indeed often real and atrocious), well there are basically two ways to remedy the inequality right? You can loosen the punishments on the disadvantaged to meet brock, or you can tighten those on brock (or more accurately, given that pesky double jeopardy clause, future brock-likes). Or ig you can do both in tandem so they meet at some happy medium. And if yr really the "abolitionist" you claim to be it should be the first one right? Brocks sentence is better bc it more closely approximates yr espoused goal of zero?

Now ofc in reality the second option is illusory. There is no policy lever or electoral strategy or series of intimidation campaigns finely tuned only to bring the hammer on "nepo yt dudebros" or what the fuck ever, the actual ill effects of any strategy pursued with this mindset will fall as ever most harshly on the poor and the brown and the sexually/genderly deviant and the mentally unwell. And if there were ways to only impose mandatory minimums or increased judicial punitiveness or whatever on stanford students or frat boys or cishetwhitemales that would anyway be disturbing and an abandonment of equality before the law even in name. But even setting all these impossibilities aside, its kinda fucking telling that THIS is the (in reality non existent) horn you are trying (abd failing) to take in the dilemma? That this is in fact basically the ONLY kind of collective response ever given by these woke recolourings of the nancy grace fandom? Bc i want to believe you when you tell me oh no im not crying out in bloodlust, im not some carceral sadist, in fact im really being the opposite of that if you think about it from an enlightened radical pov

But yr words say one thing and yr deeds say another

57 notes · View notes

txttletale · 9 months

Note

Okay, so I think that other ask helped me figure out why I'm struggling to meet you on this issue: this feels like talking to a certain type of anarchist, where every concern is met with "well once we eliminate this hierarchy, no one will do bad things any more." I find your writing on MLism generally compelling (despite not totally lining up with my own politics) because you have a pretty clear vision for the world under that system, and can directly address concerns people have about it. That doesn't seem to be the case with family abolition.

Mainly, this discussion is frustrating because it feels like you refuse to directly answer the question of if there are ever any situations in which children should be compelled to do things for their own good.

No doubt we can imagine restructuring the world in such a way that more children are incentivized to adopt healthy habits, and to learn about topics they would currently be resistant to. But ultimately, counting on good role models and rational explanations to just convince every child to do every thing that is unpleasant but necessary seems hopefully naive. No societal restructuring is going to convince a toddler that getting a vaccine is worth it, for example. Even if they can roughly understand cause and effect, it simply takes time and experience for decision-making abilities to develop.

So I keep coming back to this question of whether your position is that children (of any age?) should be given complete bodily autonomy, even if deleterious to their health and well-being, or if there are any cases where that should be infringed. I know you can't perfectly imagine a world so radically different, but this seems like a pretty core pillar of your philosophy here that you seem to be unwilling to address head-on.

In striving for socialism, however, we are convinced that it will develop into communism and, therefore, that the need for violence against people in general, for the subordination of one man to another, and of one section of the population to another, will vanish altogether since people will become accustomed to observing the elementary conditions of social life without violence and without subordination.

this is what lenin said about communism and i think this applies just as much to children as it does anything else. i am not 'unwilling to address it' but rather simply don't think there's anything relevant or meaningful that i could achieve by brainstorming a hypothetical perfect system of total autonomy for all under Communism, because i do not have either the conditions of communism nor the precursory conditions of socialism in front of me to judge them. i'd just be conjuring figments out of air.

under socialism, of course, although the family could be abolished, total autonomy and freedom of children is not yet a possibility, just as total autonomy and freedom of adults is not yet a possibility, and will not be a possibility until the abolition of classes & the withering away of the state.

& i think that the toddler example is a little silly. i obviously do not think a toddler can meaningfully articulate a preference about their medical care. i think it's a silly and bad-faith reading of my arguments to think that i want total toddler autonomy (let's just let the little fuckers roam around let's let them dual wield flintlock pistols what could go wrong).

but either way post-abolition of the family children are still going to be bound by, like, the fucking law as long as a state exists. i'm not proposing the purge (2010) for children! i'm advocating for the abolition of the family as a coercive system of social control and the transfer of the responsibility of care away from 'the family' and towards the entirety of society. not bugsy malone world!

#ask

95 notes · View notes

argyrocratie · 2 months

Text

Hein:

Also, let’s talk about your self-styled anarchism. How did you become an anarchist? Let’s say, for me, an incident was pivotal. For example, I fell in love with my childhood best friend, who is a devot Buddhist girl, whereas I’m just an average teenager who doesn’t take religions seriously. The majority of Buddhist society thought of my Muslim bloodline as something they could use to discriminate against me. At the same time, the so-called minority Muslim family members of mine are forcing me to convert my lover of that time by any means if I want to marry her. They said marrying an idolatry worshipper (Buddhist) is not legal under Islamic Sharia law, and it is sinful for me to do so. That’s when I started to question everything around me: the whole mainstream politics of victimhood and oppressors and the whole narratives of religions as lovingly and peaceful. Is there a similar kind of incident for you? Not necessarily a love affair like mine, but some sort of tragic moment in life where you became too angry at society.

Thiha:

I will have to explain my life to explain that. You will have to understand my socio-economic background. I came from a lower middle-class family in terms of social class. I’m the only son in the family, and my father is the sole source of income in the family, with my mom being a housewife. And the income was not too stable for him. So, this socio-economic burden came to me as well. After that GTI student movement, some friends of mine managed to get a bachelor's degree and entered the workforce. However, I didn’t have that chance. With the qualifications offered by GTI, I tried to seek job opportunities. Since we had to express religion and ethnicity in our CVs and resumes, along with the reference letter from the local police department, most employers used my religion as something they could use to discriminate against me with prejudice. Even the police from the police station asked me if I still could not secure a job, even though I had requested several reference letters from them. Those discriminations I suffered at my lowest time when my family needed me to support them play a role too. Also, at that time, Yangon University of Distance Education had opened, and law degrees were offered. I am enrolled in a law degree. I managed to graduate around 2005. The more I learned about laws, the more confident I’m to conclude that laws are being written to serve the interests of the ruling class. Laws are attempts to confuse the average population with the words and sentences to be cherrypicked by a “class of people” who are educated enough to use them. So, technically, laws are more or less similar to religion. Just as the clerical class has this kind of cherry-picking power over the average religious person, the laws also have similar features. So, even though I graduated with a law degree and was doing my internship chamber at the local state courts, I chose not to become a licensed lawyer.

-Hein Htet Kyaw, "Interview with Thiha, a lifelong anarchist thinker from Burma"

#anarchism #religion #burma #myanmar #atheism

17 notes · View notes

hyperfreaksating · 3 months

Note

Listen Kidd is probably the worst fucking person to ever look over kids I am aware, but I can easily see him becoming the triplets favorite guy ever (ironically, because Law tries his best to be a good influence and they all can’t stand him at first to some extent)

Worst guy ever.

Rory starts sobbing out of nowhere?„Why’s he crying?“ „You think a drag of my blunt would calm him down-„ „NO!“

Blaze holding his hands up to Bepo going „Beep-Boop!“? Bepo is delighted „Eeeeee so cute! I’m his uncle Beep-Boo-„ „THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL MY FRIEND YOU LITTLE SHIT?“

Skye toddles up to him and gives him a kiss on the cheek? „Agh! Don’t do that you little slut.“ „SHE’S THREE YEARS OLD DONT CALL HER A SLUT!!!“

And yet he’s their favorite because he’ll see them bang on the table with their tiny hands, making the glasses jump and getting cigarette ashes everywhere, but doesn’t go „Ohh oh no kid don’t do that.“ but just gives them the horns and goes „Yeaaah! Fuck it up you little punk! Killer get a load of this little anarchist here!“

Yes. 100%. Totally. Listen Red and Bugs definitely shouldn't ask him to watch their kids but..... the others would tame him a little right ?.... and they really need alone time (not to cook another bunch of triplets - they're done with that for a little while, Rory Skye and Blaze are good contraceptives - no just to sleep and shower) so... you know hey fuck off let's give the punk a try ok. (This OR they still aren't aware Kid is here when GROAR come for babysitting. When they discover it they threat to fire the messy band but too bad their three little goblins hyper attached to them already!)

Oh gosh this crossover has SO MANY DELIGHTFUL POTENTIAL my dear anon.

I think that Law would be Rory's favorite tho. Because. Obviously. Later, when Rory will be a teen, they would sigh and rant together over the global stupidity of people around them. And how amazing would it be if Law became his mentor figure like Corazon was for him? The clown cycle would repeat.

Osha are the parent's favorite because... Responsabilities and kindness much. Being the older sibling and then a cook for the Whitebeard concert hall , having to deal with this young rookie named Ace and making him eat vegetables teached them a thing or two. Even under the REALLY BAD INFLUENCE of Kid they always do a bunch of meal prep and clean all the flat before Bugs and Red come back. Immediately gaining points. (Without them they definitely wouldn't have any contract in the cross guild label, they and killer are the dogs, Law and Kid are the cheetahs. They are the big buff enby Law need to release, when he has to violently scream out his angst he does it in their chest - oh I have to draw this.)

And I think that Killer is the best babysitter because dealing with his boyfriend 24/7 is already babysitting let's be honest.

Ending this post by saying. Listen this is modern AU but devil fruit and stuff still exist, chopper would still be a reindeer, not taking the fun out of one piece here ok. Now. In this AU it's Kid who gave his devil fruit to Blaze. Just for fun.

#buggy the clown #redbomb family #redbombshipping #redbomb triplets #trafalgar op #law one piece #eustass kid #killer one piece #one piece oc #one piece au #GROAR band #G.R.O.A.R

15 notes · View notes

jakethesequel · 9 months

Text

I need to prune the followers a bit. What are my most important controversial takes.

I am an anarchist. Yes this includes your favorite heirarchy. The United States is an evil of unprecendented power. Abolish class. Civilization was a bad move, the mesopotamians really fucked us on that one.

I follow the transfem style of agender kung fu. I think gender and sexuality is socially constructed bullshit without inherent meaning. I have opinions on transmisogyny and think it's an important axis of societal oppression unique to transfemininity. Also DIY HRT is fucking based.

I have type 1 diabetes. I wear a P100 grade 3m particulate respirator whenever I'm in enclosed public spaces because covid is still among the most deadly transmissible diseases in world history killing millions, vaccines and previous immunity have only temporary benefits when a virus is allowed to mutate unchecked, and masks fucking work. If you don't wear one I don't trust you and think you're being an asshole. Wear a fucking mask.

I'm not vegan and won't be. Even outside of the dietary challenges diabetes poses, I've only gotten less inclined to it as I've aged and gotten more conscious of where my meat comes from. My family are fishers, my extended family are cattle farmers, you don't need to tell me about what meat cultivation actually looks like, I'm familiar. I've also been trying to get my hunting license. Nonetheless, you have a right to choose what you put in your body, and access to vegan alternatives should be available to all who need with with the same convenience and price as animal products.

On that note: guns are based, and anti-gun legislation is cringe. I'm not American. Any law is evil when it's enforced by the pigs, but even if it weren't, the only reasonable restriction to gun ownership should be showing an ability to use it safely, as you do a car. Which is similar to the setup we had in Canada, sans a couple of nonsensical gun bans and magazine limits.

Speaking of legalization, drugs are morally neutral. You should be allowed to put whatever you want in your body. In fact you should be given unrestricted access to knowledge to make a completely informed decision, equipment to do so safely, and strong support systems if you need to kick the habit.

And finally: Bad movies are the greatest things ever made. An inspired failure is always more interesting than an uninspired success. Make art freely, take critique easily. Believe it to be the greatest thing in the world while you create it and when someone says it's trash say yeah I see why you'd think that it's not perfect. The time for ego is in the creation and the time for critique is in the consumption do NOT reverse the two.

41 notes · View notes

olderthannetfic · 9 months

Note

Oddly enough I've found that Canada seems to be a lot more accepting of problematic media than the US, despite stricter laws. There's kind of an understanding that transgressive fiction is important by a lot of those in power. For example, the Government had previously funded a political Fallout 2 mod with anarchist leanings, which apparently was mystifying to my American friends who could not comprehend why a government would fund art which speaks out against it. I feel like there's a cultural emphasis on like, "Is this actually a problem or am I just being abrasive over nothing?" here. There's also a larger Japanese influence in this country than in the US (Ie, Vancouver has an outright Cherry Blossom Festival and the like.) So it seems like more people are more accepting of like, lolicon/shotacon as sort of a unique anime thing. There are exceptions and some people DO get charged, but it seems more like those anti-art laws are more like those places where sodomy is criminalized - it's very uncommon anyone is actually charged for something like that, but it sorta creates an environment which discourages public discussion of sexual deviancy. That's like, bad, of course. But I think a lot of people seem to be under the impression that police are actively hunting down people for their drawings, and that's really not what is happening.

LOL. Dude, I grew up in the SF Bay Area, which is full of Japanese cultural influences. So are all the big cities along this coast. They've all got cherry blossom festivals. Vancouver isn't special.

When people talk about Canada's nonsense, they mean like constant attacks on BDSM or dragging people like Yvan Godbout to court. Yeah, he was acquitted, but he should never have been there in the first place. It was outrageous.

The US also sucks. Just not always about the exact same things at the exact same times.

40 notes · View notes

vpofcookies · 1 year

Text

Let’s talk Technoblade and flower symbolism!

(please note that these are the reasons that I use these specific flowers in my art for Technoblade, usually in reference to DSMP techno, so not all of the reasons are serious or symbolism-related :D)

(Part two here)

Dandelions

Not only do the common meanings of dandelions perfectly match Techno (faithfulness, hope, growth, and healing) but societal impressions of dandelions, to me, are a perfect reflection of Techno’s character and of his arc in the DSMP. I won't go much into faithfulness and healing, but I hope that those are evident from his friendship with Philza and the healing of each member of the Syndicate.

Loyal talks about Techno collecting dandelions (Here!), discussing both the symbolism of Techno growing in an adverse environment and collecting hard-to-kill flowers and the fact that Techno uses the dandelions for stew and for his bees.

I think Techno’s use of suspicious stew is often overlooked. A suspicious stew made with dandelions increases saturation. He didn’t choose to create regeneration effects using an oxeye daisy. Technoblade, who focuses on xenia, guest friendship, the laws of hospitality, and the policy of providing food and shelter to guests; Technoblade, who chose his retirement to avoid the conflict and violence of his past and was still hunted anyways, chooses saturation. The choice to rely on dandelions was intentional. It was a declaration, perhaps just to himself, that he was retired, that he would not need regeneration, that all he would need is to be able to provide the hospitality of a filling meal and to protect himself and his friends from hunger.

Now, let's talk about society and dandelions. Dandelions are considered by many to be a weed, an unkillable plant that spreads it's roots even after they try again and again to get rid of it. Sound familiar, anyone? But, like many "weeds," the reason that dandelions are seen as undesirable has roots in colonilization, where plants that were food sources to native and impoverished peoples were derided by colonizers and the upper class. The societal perception of these flowers is rooted in their usefulness to those that the figures in power wanted to eliminate.

Other than that connection to Technoblade's anti-government perspective, why am I connecting this to our favorite anarchist pig? Consider Technoblade's role throughout the dsmp, specifically the pogtopia arc. Technoblade provides armor, food, tools and materials. Then there is a shift in power and his 'usefulness' is up, as those in power no longer align with his goals and instead try to eliminate him. This shift in being recognized for usefulness to being forceably removed is due to a shift from the group in power, despite being the same as before.

I don't want to limit this analogy to usefulness, although the tendency of Techno to provide food and hospitality does lend itself to that. No, the main reasons that I connect Technoblade to dandelions is their resilience, their potential for growth, and the hope they represent.

Technoblade retires. Technoblade is executed. Even before this, it is evident that Technoblade needs healing. He has the air of a war veteran, is referenced to as the blade, is used, betrayed, and fights for his life. He says that there is no safety except isolation. And yet, he retires and throughout it all there is his friendship with Philza, his cabin in the arctic, his suspicious stew; pieces of evidence that he never gave up hope that he could heal without violence. Pieces of that undying determination that both he and dandelions are known for. Dandelions can grow on rocks, on hard packed soil, in drought conditions, but they prefer rich soil like any other plant. Technoblade grows his hope in hard conditions, fights to keep that hope, and finds a place where it can grow. He finds a place where he can grow, and learns along the way that maybe faithfulness is not a weakness, and maybe you can live and grow with others.

#there will be a part 2! I'm still working on it!#here it is here's the technoblade and dandelions post!#vpoc yells #technoblade #c!technoblade #I'm sure i missed something but oh well #long post #vpoc writes

76 notes · View notes

1five1two · 1 year

Text

I am an anarchist. I suppose you came here, the most of you, to see what a real, live anarchist looked like. I suppose some of you expected to see me with a bomb in one hand and a flaming torch in the other, but are disappointed in seeing neither. If such has been your ideas regarding an anarchist, you deserved to be disappointed. Anarchists are peaceable, law abiding people.

What do anarchists mean when they speak of anarchy? Webster gives the term two definitions: chaos and the state of being without political rule. We cling to the latter definition. Our enemies hold that we believe only in the former.

Do you wonder why there are anarchists in this country, in this great land of liberty, as you love to call it? Go to New York. Go through the byways and alleys of that great city. Count the myriads starving; count the multiplied thousands who are homeless; number those who work harder than slaves and live on less and have fewer comforts than the meanest slaves. You will be dumbfounded by your discoveries, you who have paid no attention to these poor, save as objects of charity and commiseration. They are not objects of charity, they are the victims of the rank injustice that permeates the system of government, and of political economy that holds sway from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Its oppression, the misery it causes, the wretchedness it gives birth to, are found to a greater extent in New York than elsewhere. In New York, where not many days ago two governments united in unveiling a statue of liberty, where a hundred bands played that hymn of liberty, ‘The Marseillaise.’ But almost its equal is found among the miners of the West, who dwell in squalor and wear rags, that the capitalists, who control the earth that should be free to all, may add still further to their millions! Oh, there are plenty of reasons for the existence of anarchists.

Lucy E. Parsons

#quotes #anarchy #anarchist #corruption #government corruption

95 notes · View notes

enkisstories · 2 months

Text

I am the spy (or am I?)

Synopsis: In an alternate reality in which Armitage Hux was raised by his mother, Starkiller base was never built and the Resistance is in a much better position. But as of late, secret information has gotten leaked to the enemy. Poe, BB-8, Rose and Armitage infiltrate the Finalizer, commanded by Brendol Hux, to close those channels once and for all. Time for the newly promoted Ensign “Eight-Seven” to earn another feather in his cap and stop the rebels! Wordcount: 4.578

Raised in “batch 8”, FN-2187 had proceeded to the FN corps in the awareness that one day he’d serve the First Order as an officer. No one had ever directly or indirectly expressed the need for the young the stormtrooper to form an opinion about that, and so Eight-Seven hadn’t done so. Him eventually assuming that mantle had simply been a fact of life, like the use of the refresher.

Only now that FN-2187 had actually attained officer-cadet rank, everything all of a sudden had grown complicated. For one, unlike the non-commissioned ranks, being a proper officer required him to go by a name. He’d probably get assigned one at officer school, the next step on his road. And then? For example, to what degree did an in-field promoted officer need to emulate the independent living of the hereditary ones, that had trickled over from Palpatine’s Empire?

But that aside, if one cast aside all the unanswered questions, FN-2187 was really looking forward to his new duties. His evaluation had returned “Law Enforcement on a newly integrated world” as the function he was suited for in the commissioned officers tier. His courseload at officer school would therefore include administration & management, local politics, languages, law and of course deduction skills. And afterwards the newly minted Lieutenant would be the one to bring peace, order and prosperity to a new colony – how awesome was that?

Too big, perhaps, to not expect a slight emotional malfunction here or there. Eight-Seven desperately needed something to cling to, a truth smaller than “I serve the First Order”. And so, when the alarm rang, he picked up a blaster and put himself in front of the little squad he was to dispatch to deal with a rebel incursion on the lower levels of the Finalizer, despite already wearing his new padded uniform instead of the iconic white armor with the shoulder pad.

Rebels… it was only ever rebels, standing in the way of civilization. Did those people even have an idea what they would do if they managed to “liberate” a system or two by accident? Or were they less than people, not thinking beyond the moment? Well, it wasn’t as if the First Order wasn’t here for them, too. There were re-education centers aplenty that could teach captured “Resistance” members a better way of life. Eight-Seven preferred to take enemies alive for this reason. Maybe in his new position as police lieutenant he’d get to also see the fruits of his work, and meet again the reformed criminals and civilized anarchists, now working for the glory of the First Order?

Well, for that dream to become a reality, he’d first have to stop the pesky trio and their droid whom he was chasing down a floor… They had almost reached the escape pods and the female had additionally managed to remotely unlock the safety lock on the hatch. Eight-Seven was running in front of his squad, but the battery in his blaster was good for only one, maybe one and a half, more shots. Time to put those critical thinking skills into action, that he was to develop at academy! If he couldn’t prevent all four from escaping, which of the intruders should he take down for the best effect?

FN-2187 took aim, but lower than his squad mates had expected him to. At this angle their leader wouldn’t hit the back, let alone head, of a fleeing rebel. But that wasn’t Eight-Seven’s intention. Confident about his choice of target, the stormtrooper turned ensign sniped the tallest of the rebels into his upper leg. The man stumbled, fell and only now cried out in pain and surprise. The other three, the humans and the droid, immediately stopped and backtracked to shield their comrade from the pursuers.

“Take them!” Eight-Seven ordered his troopers.

One minute later the catch got presented to him:

The black-haired one with the stubble was Commander Poe Dameron, callsign “Black Leader”, something like a celebrity in the Resistance, and a hard to predict variable. That identified the spherical astromech droid as BB-8, a trickster whom Eight-Seven would have to treat as an independent threat instead of a sophisticated piece of equipment. In these two’s company was a female rebel Eight-Seven had no profile on, but he was well aware that be on a mission together with the aforementioned duo this woman had to be more than a faceless nobody. Her capture and subsequent identification would probably help the First Order a lot. And finally the rebel Eight-Seven had injured was a tall man with bright flaming hair. He wore the iconic rebel jacket in powder blue, an odd choice that made him stick out and immediately identifiable as Armitage Snowe. Snowe went by the callsign “Icewing” and despite his readiness to employ violence, he was an engineer, not a fighter.

While Snowe angrily stared at his captors, Dameron spit on the floor, only to get kicked for that by the trooper who was holding him and the female rebel. She used this ever so slight distraction to wiggle around to punch the trooper with her gloved hands. Electricity crackled, but then harmlessly dissipated. Eight-Seven quickly stepped forward and removed the gloves before the trooper holding her could get ideas like breaking the captive’s wrists. He also took over Dameron from the trooper, so that each prisoner was secured individually now.

“Those people have a hive-mind of sorts”, Eight-Seven then explained to his squad so that they would remember that fact later. “They wouldn’t even have considered leaving without their companion. Ignore it when you hear them yell words to the effect of “Go on without me”, in the majority of cases it either isn’t meant seriously or won’t get heeded anyway.”

“Aren’t you a smart one”, Dameron hissed as if mocking his captor, but in truth he was annoyed at the fact that this young officer was right. Eight-Seven could also spot a hint of resignation in the man’s eyes, what made him hesitate ramming him with his back against the wall as a reminder to be polite – for about two seconds.

Interestingly, the casual violence prompted not just an “Ooof” from Dameron, but a whole waterfall of words from Snowe: “If you value your shiny new pips, Ensign, then you leave this man be!”

“Because you are telling me?”

“Yes.”

Now that’s interesting. Not even a rebel can be that insolent, not in this situation. Let’s see…

Eight-Seven marched Dameron in front of himself, towards Snowe, who was balancing on a single leg in his captor’s grab. The man was bleeding, but not that hard that immediate bandaging would have been required. Eight-Seven therefore could invest a little time testing something. Intensifying the hold of his right hand on Dameron, he gently went through the man’s wavy hair with his left.

“That better?”

Dameron winced, Snowe’s shot Eight-Seven a glance of intense loathing, the female – her identification read Tico, Rose – bit her lips, eyes narrowed, and the droid beeped indignantly.

“I get it, you’re all close, but what makes you think you could order me to do or not do anything?” Eight-Seven shook Dameron for effect, then added: “When all you’d have to do would be to kriffin’ behave in the first place, no need for grandstanding!”

“It’s not grandstanding”, Snowe disagreed. His features slowly relaxed, then shaped into a sneer. It was perhaps the creepiest change Eight-Seven had seen in his life. “It’s actually rather simple: No Tico, Dameron or BB-8 – no service. Because, you see, I am the spy.”

“What?” Eight-Seven uttered in a very un-officer like way.

“Oh, shit. The lower ranks may not be in on…” Snowe stuttered and then his voice trailed off. Eight-Seven would have believed the words to be a trick, but then again Tico was closing her eyes and Dameron was slightly sacking in his grasp. Their reactions seemed genuine, what told the Ensign that there might be some clandestine activity going on, indeed.

“I…” Dameron started, only for it to end in a name: “…cewing…”

“Suspected as much?” Snowe replied with the surprise in his voice that had been missing from Dameron’s.

“No! Yes... I don’t know anymore!!!”

Pulling closer towards Snowe, as closely as Eight-Seven allowed him to anyway, Dameron uttered: “Why?”

Eight-Seven shook his head. “Better question: How?”

“I had the information your superiors wanted. It traveled from source to drain.”

“Alright, that was cute. But can you also prove your claim?”

Snowe nodded. “Hyperspace tracking.”

“What?!” Tico exploded. “No! Not that!”

Meanwhile Dameron faintly whimpered. Now there would be no more place to run… But why… why? After all this time, after how hard he had worked to enter the Resistance’s inner circle, after the bond they shared, why would Icewing sell all of them out to the First Order?

“You guys had made baby-steps towards it, but I fully developed the method”, Snowe elaborated. “I shared my results with the First Order. Check the development protocols and you will find a large gap of several years worth of research. It’ll look like a civilization going from just having tamed fire to suddenly driving around in cars.”

“In what?”

“Imagine your antigrav motor croaking, but your speeder continuing on landing gear. Only without the antigrav motor in the first place.”

“I’m sorry, but that sounds freakish.” Eight-Seven shook his head. “You rebels are freaks. Fortunately I don’t need to hear more. – Troopers, take them to detention! I will report to General Hux.”

Eight-Seven turned around to do as he had announced. The last he heard from the prisoners was Tico exclaiming: “Those cars sound awesome!” only for Snowe to reply “I know, right?” The Ensign took a mental note of the prisoners’ group bond still being somewhat intact despite the accusations… or self-accusation. It might become important later, during interrogation.

“Finn’s just come back”, Tico commented, looking through the pane that separated the prisoners’ cell from the floor. Why it had been made see-through from both side, despite there being a perfectly in working order intercom, Eight-Seven didn’t understand. What need was there for the prisoners to see him? To intimidate them, maybe? Well, in this moment FN-2187 didn’t look especially fear-inducing, with the look of surprise on his face.

Tico had clearly recognized him, yet at the same time used a made-up name for the Ensign? An insulting nickname he could have understood, that was par for the course on both sides, but a perfectly regular first name?

“Come again?”

“Finn. That’s your name.” Tico seemed pretty insistent on that.

FN-2187 shook his head in disbelief. Here he was, having been under the impression that the higher ranking, elite rebels would be a bit less on the anarchist side. Well, turned out they were even more chaotic than the rest! Viewed in this light Snowe having said nothing in this matter made him really stick out, and his claim to work with the First Order a tiny bit more believable.

“Look”, Dameron eventually explained, “we seem to be a feather in your cap, and will probably interact some more ‘ere all is said and done, so we need to call you something. We noticed that your nametag has a service number only, and I’ll be dammed if I address a person by a number!”

“You’ll be dammed if you don't call me “Ensign, Sir”, rebel scum!” Eight-Seven shot back. Then he pointed at the orange-patterned droid. “Speaking of persons… Introduce this to me, prisoner.”

Poe Dameron turned his head towards his companion. A pang of guilt washed over him. “Oh… Oh, no. Little buddy… Me and my quick mouth…”

BB-8 rolled a little closer towards his master – or friend? Dameron reached out, the droid playfully pulled back, but then let himself get “captured” in the second attempt and pulled into a hug. A long string of beeps followed. The human prisoners listened intently, then each of the trio nodded.

“The difference is”, Tico told “Finn”, “that BB-8 never complained about his number. He could, you know. Whereas you cannot on account of your conditioning.”

“Yes, I, too, wonder, how I was able to go through life without you four looking out for me”, FN-2187 snarked. “The first to nod now will deeply regret this, by the way. Everyone else will just regret it.”

The corners of Dameron’s lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. This Ensign “Finn” was talking to them, in First Order style, naturally, but talking nonetheless. And if you had the opposition talking, you already owned it.

“General Hux will see you in five minutes, when he’s finished dining”, Finn informed the prisoners.

“Yeah, of course he had to mention the rat having a meal, when he knows full well that we had nothing”, Dameron cursed under his breath.

“Speak for yourself, me, I had a very agreeable anti-tetanus-jab”, Snowe remarked.

“If you really are the elusive spy, they need to keep you alive in case you’re still useful for them”, Tico said in a sad voice. “But… why? Please, Armitage, we didn’t ask until now, but this might be our last chance…”

Snowe shook his head. “Far from it”, he insisted. “Don’t worry, you will survive. I’ll see to that when I’m General.”

“Oh, and here I was, being afraid you’d wait until you had made Supreme Leader”, Dameron grumbled. “For real, what’s going on in your head these days?”

Snowe’s nose twitched, his eyes harrowed and when he answered, the words came out like a snake’s hissing: “What’s on everyone’s mind these days! Ben! Always and only ever Ben!”

The other two exchanged baffled glances with each other and with BB-8. Apparently that wasn’t the answer they had expected.

“I did notice that you seek each other out despite not liking the other”, Dameron eventually spoke up. “But I thought it was attraction.”

“Pfft. There has to be one person in the Resistance who isn’t infatuated with the great and mighty heir of Skywalker”, Snowe spat. “After all the trouble he gave us, now he is the hero, who gets way with everything. Ben refrains from killing his father and gets lauded for that. What’s so special about not killing one’s old man? I didn’t do it, either. But I had to claw my way up from the very bottom and when I make a mistake, General Solo hands me a broom to “think about what I’ve done” over chores. How’s that fair?”

“Did I get that right? You betrayed us - and the whole galaxy in the process - because you envy Ben?”

“It’s not fair! The First Order wouldn’t have let such preferential treatment happen!”

“He’s correct”, Finn chimed in.

“You can’t mean that!” Dameron whispered at Snowe. In the same breath he pointed at Finn without taking his eyes of the traitor, shouting: “And you weren’t asked!”

Snowe didn’t break eye contact, staring back until his eyes hurt and started getting wet. Only then did he take one, two deep breaths and said:

“…maybe not. I don’t know myself anymore. I… stopped caring who wins. I just want Ben to lose. Whichever side he is on I will oppose. It’s really this simple.”

“Time’s up”, Finn announced. “Try to be coherent in front of the General.”

Armitage pushed himself upwards using the cell’s wall. He was still standing unsteadily on his wounded leg, therefore in order to not delay the delivery of the prisoners to General Hux, Finn grabbed the man and pulled his arm around his shoulder.

“Thank you, Lieutenant Finn. I’ll make you my personal adjutant later today.”

Finn was just about to exercise a little attitude adjustment on the mouthy engineer, when he realized that Snowe had been dead serious.

“Did you drink that tetanus shot?! Or anything else you shouldn’t have drank?”

Snowe only grinned, saying: “I still haven’t played all my cards.”

General Brendol Hux received the prisoners in an almost empty room that was large enough to fit a full sized execution squad. It was conveniently present already. Droids of various sizes and function very rolling between the troopers’ feet. If there were one or more of the floating torture droids the empire had used, it hadn’t launched yet and was still lying on some shelf.

The first thing the General noticed was one of the prisoners getting steadied by an Ensign on account of a leg injury. This constituted a breach of protocol, that Hux noted, to address it later.

Finn instructed the guards to position the cuffed prisoners, including the droid, that was now fitted with a restraining bolt, apart from each other a little more. Then he stepped back from Snowe, causing him to briefly stagger.

“This is the group I spoke of, General. And this here is the man who claims that he relayed confidential information about the Resistance to us.”

“I know.” General Hux slightly lowered his head in confirmation. “One wonders: Why did he decide to stop?” Taking a step towards the ginger-haired prisoner, the General added: “Suffering from a bout of indecision, are we?”

“It was inevitable, unfortunately”, Snowe claimed. “The Resistance decided that the spy’s contact was on this ship and tried to silence both ends of the exchange. I volunteered for this mission with the intent to sabotage it. I successfully led them astray, goaded them into destroying some inconsequential sub-system, but on our way out we got captured.”

“A misstep that would have been excusable from a junior Lieutenant on his first assignment”, Hux said with a sideways glance towards Finn. “Not from someone pretending to be a full grown man.”

“I did what was possible, father.”

“No, you did what you were capable of, you silly, weak boy!”

The exchange between informant and handler and the reveal of their exact relation were met with even more commotion among the prisoners than Snowe’s earlier confiding of his motivation. Finn had to signal the guards to generously employ their shock staffs on the three of them that weren’t the spy.

“Stop!” Snowe shouted. “Stop that! Those people are under my protection! Same goes for the droid! Harm them and no information will flow anymore!”

General Hux slapped the prisoner hard.

“It already has stopped flowing, in case you haven’t noticed!”

Even that wasn’t sufficient to break Snowe’s confidence. He shook his head to clear it, and retorted:

“Well, of course it would, if you parade us around here instead of letting us escape discreetly!”

Hux laughed disparagingly.

“Let you escape? With the very same people you idiot TOLD you were the spy?”

“I… shoot. But they… Whatever. Keep them. Put them someplace safe. I can tell the Resistance they died and...”

“The information you gave us was almost worth the effort of making you”, General Hux cut the prisoner short. “But now you’ve outlived your usefulness to the First Order.” Almost as an afterthought, but Poe could tell that the slight delay was deliberate, Hux added: “And to me.”

“Come AGAIN?” Snowe – or Hux jnr., as the others knew now – flared up. “You can’t mean that! What more could you have expected me to do?”

The protest was met with an ice-cold stare. But “Icewing” wasn’t a stranger to that tactic himself and this time he stood his ground, not giving in like he had done with Poe earlier. To gain the upper hand Hux senior had to twist the knife a little more:

“I didn’t expect much from a kitchen worker’s brat.”

The insult that was meant to destroy the prisoner’s confidence might have worked on a man who hadn’t grown up in said kitchen. But as things stood, the momentarily startled prisoner once again produced that trademark sneer of his.

“Funny thing”, Hux jnr. said, but he didn’t finish the sentence. Instead he twisted to the side a little, causing Finn to grab him tighter. And that was a mistake, because the prisoner now used his captor as a firm counterweight, when he brought his uninjured leg upwards. His boots impacted on Brendol Hux’ ever so recently filled stomach.

“Yes, good idea”, Hux jnr. commented, when Finn dragged him away from the General. Right in front of their eyes Brendol bend forward and started vomiting.

“Never mess with a kitchen scullion”, Armitage said coldly. “Really not.”

“A policy to remember for the labor camp you’re going to!” Finn growled, but then everything turned a little hectic. To the pair’s right, BB-8 had caused Rose’ captor to stumble, allowing her to slip out of from his grip. The little engineer pounced one of the First Order droids and after a short kerfuffle emerged with a tool, that she subsequently used to de-magnetize the restraining bolt on BB-8. The droid in turn short-circuited Rose’s handcuffs – not a moment too early, because now they found themselves facing three stormtroopers. Not daring to shoot into the melee that in one spot also contained their General, they were holding the butts of their blasters like clubs.

Rose��s heart sank, but only briefly, because now Poe shouted “catch”! Moments later she held an electro-staff in her hands.

“I really hate it when you typecast me as the maniac who electroshocks everyone”, the engineer called out at Poe, but she did so with a smile.

Later still, the rebels were perched behind the General’s desk, two deactivated droids and three stormtroopers, two of which were shocked into unconsciousness and one dead. Poe was stabbing at everything that tried to close in with the staff, while Rose had switched to a blaster and BB-8 was sending confusing signals to the remaining droids. And between them crouched Armitage Hux, holding a blaster pistol at Brendol’s temple.

“Today we’re practicing not killing our old man, in the fine tradition of Ben Solo”, he said through clenched teeth. “Alright, here’s the deal… it’s not hard to understand.” Raising his voice, he called out to the stormtroopers: “Toss down your weapons or I’m going to blast this man’s brains out! I mean it!”

“Don’t listen to the rat!” Brendol yelled. “He doesn’t have the guts! None of the sorry bunch has!”

“Three seconds”, Armitage said coldly.

The attack didn’t slow down.

“Three…”

BB-8 had to dodge a blaster shot, causing him to temporarily lose focus. As a result a black droid of his own model managed to roll through under the desk.

“Two…”

Poe rammed his staff down on the droid, causing it to short-circuit. Afterwards the pilot looked shocked at his hands and from there at BB-8. “I’m sorry…”

“One…”

Rose stunned one trooper and grazed Finn, causing him to lose his balance. They tumbled over in close proximity to the desk.

“ZERO!” Armitage shouted, and when no reaction whatsoever came, he pulled the trigger. NOW he had the enemy’s attention. As well as his jacket full of blood and brain tissue.

Armitage felt Poe rip the jacket off him. “Take that off! What were you thinking, man? Killing the hostage for real? That’s not accomplishing anything!”

His right arm he was holding the blaster with still in the loosened jacket’s sleeve, Armitage groped around with the other hand until he found something to latch onto. It was the black collar of an officer’s uniform – with a dazed officer-cadet still in it.

“Ah, nice! Fresh hostage!” Not wasting time, Armitage put the blaster on Finn’s temple now.

“This isn’t going to wooooooooork!” Poe cried.

“This isn’t going to work”, Finn confirmed.

“Well, no one seems to have activated the alarm yet”, Rose spoke up in the middle of all this. “I can open the door using this…” A guilty expression on her face she held up the severed head of the First Order droid Poe had killed. The consciousness seemed to have fled, but there was still some residual activity in the droid brain. “If BB-8 throws a chaff grenade from his secret stash, we could make a dash for the door… whatever good that will do us.”

“Lots!” Poe exclaimed. “If we immediately reseal the door behind us, trapping the remaining troopers. Then we can try to sneak to the escape pods with none being the wiser what has happened in here.”

He grabbed Finn’s cap, put it on his own head and proceeded to also take the Ensign’s uniform jacket. With a shrug he said: “On first glance it might fool someone into thinking we are escorting prisoners. And one moment of hesitation is all we need.”

Poe looked from one to the other.

“Agreed?” he asked.

“Yes!” Rose shrieked while laying some more discouraging fire on the enemy.

BB-8 gave beeps to the same effect.

“No!” Finn protested and Armitage only bit his lips.

“Swell!” Poe concluded. “Let’s do it!”

“We’re traveling a bit more comfortable than expected”, Rose laughed, when she finally fell onto the floor of the First Order shuttle they had hijacked. At the passenger bench she was leaning onto, Armitage and Finn were sitting back to back, cuffed and gagged. Meanwhile Poe and BB-8 were fiddling with the vehicle’s unfamiliar controls, working their hardest to escape the range of the Finalizer’s sensors quickly. There was no telling if maybe one or more of the enemies they had stunned or been forced to kill had gotten found by now.

“Sorry ‘bout that, but we couldn’t chance you calling for help”, Rose said, removing Finn’s and Armitage’s gags. “It’s not needed anymore.”

“This is madness”, Finn groaned.

Rose grinned, but then her eyes fell on Armitage and she finally fully registered that he wasn’t wearing his iconic Icewing-jacket anymore. It was as if the old companion had indeed turned into a different person, the son of a First Order General.

“What?” Armitage Hux barked, when he could bear the erstwhile friend’s stare no longer.

“Yes, what”, Rose sighed. “What the hell…”

From the cockpit, they could hear Poe’s voice:

“This is Black Leader, returning to base. Dameron, Tico, BB-8 and two prisoners: One First Order officer cadet and Armitage… Hux.”

An uneasy silence followed, but it wasn’t long enough to suggest a conversation on the other end. Apparently whoever had been listening on the other side had been informed about the engineer’s parentage.

“What about Icewing?” Leia Solo asked.

Leaning forward on the bench, Armitage yelled: “Is pissed and will want to have words with Ben! He better dresses himself warmly!”

Poe turned up the volume, so that Rose and the prisoners could clearly hear the reply, that was a chuckle, followed by: “I’ll see you all in an hour then. Godspeed, Black Squad!”

Finn didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the shameless display of respectlessness. Not just that, there was also the aspect he had noticed when he had arrested the group in front of the escape pods: The rebels’ loyalty was to each other even over the mission, maybe even over their faction. That was pure evil, and exactly what he had gotten trained against from childhood, but also so very, very enticing.

#gingerpilot #poe dameron #armitage hux #finn fn-2187 #rose tico #bb-8 #star wars #non sims

6 notes · View notes

mommyashtoreth · 4 months

Text

Re: lrb, even outside of the context of Neil Gaiman's Less Savory political beliefs (which we SHOULD be talking about and criticizing and disavowing), the way so much of this fandom treats him, the pedestal he's put on, is just. odd to me? I'm not a huge Fandom Person but I've watched shows before and idk I've just never seen this level of adherence to the writer's word being law. I see a Lot of people treat Good Omens like it's some kind of Intentional Queer Allegory, this High Gay Art For The Modern Age, which is extremely funny bc Good Omens famously did not begin this way lmao. I talk about this a lot but I'll say it on here too: author's intent is not the end-all be-all of what meaning can be found inside a work, and this applies to All authors not just ones I disagree with politically lol. Like I wrote a ten-paragraph, over 2,000-word essay about my own weird gay reading of the goomens s2 finale, but I don't want to give that credit to Neil Gaiman! I say in that essay that I don't know how intentional my reading was, and honestly I don't Care abt how intentional it was lmao. If Good Omens means something to you as a gay person I think that's Your doing, Your interpretation, Your ability as an audience member to find meaning in the art you engage with. My gay experience paints how I engage with art and I am an active participant in that engagement. Isn't that just Better than pretending that Neil Gaiman wrote Crowley to be the type of guy to post about "anarchist transsexual forest communes" all along? I thought this was the whole point of "fandom" lmao I thought this was about Us. Not some guy

#open mick night #god this is Barely a goodomens post. but whatever #good omens #gomens #does anyyyyone have that post that's like 'why do fandoms need everything to be confirmed by the creator nowadays #what are you the catholic church' i can't find ittttt #anyway what i'm getting at basically is good omens means something to me because of ME and my friends #not bc neil fuckoff gaiman is just The Most Correct Special Boy In The World. eugh

8 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

naturalbornlosers

history repeats our whole damn lives

msostiz

LA SUERTE ESTÁ ECHADA

theship-thewalrus

Welcome to The Walrus

vibrantforms

Vibrant Forms

louislonely

lou❄️