dukat is such a fucking insane character. like SUCH a well written villain. the way he so so deeply hates the bajoran people and also ends up fetishizing them EVERY single time he turns around, his nearly psychosexual obsession with sisko because he's in the position with bajor that dukat really wanted. his insistence that he was good for bajor and so desperately wanting their love, but never once respecting them. it grows and grows throughout the seasons, culminating in the pah-wraith cult and the surgical changes to make him appear bajoran, like the way he has himself SO convinced that he believes what he is doing is right, and yet never is able to stop being nefarious at his core
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Things my father keeps saying:
he'd rather have a gay kid than a loveless one.
Me, aro/ace, in a QPR with a girl. : uhuh
We need to "remigrate immigrants' like other european countries do
Me: studied transculturalism for 1 1/2 years: ...
None of my children are doing anything with their life! Where are you (me) even going with your life? Look at my siblings and how well their children are doing!!!! (He means the teacher brother specifically)
*about to change major to become a teacher*
My dad: only people who never learned anything become teachers
You're going to live half a year at home and do nothing?????
I'm still registered at the uni so I get financial support from the state. I'm planning to move in with my gf soon, close to the other university where I want to go next semester. Planning to improve physically and work more on art and finally get around to write a book because that's always been my dream. "Apparently"
At my brother, who is struggling to get his foot in society: look at your sister!!! What positive example
Me: ... *Who feels inadequate and loves their brother very much, thank you* I'm starting to think my dad just hates us. And me, specifically.
(by the way, the morals I have today, he taught me. The work ethic I have, he taught me those.)
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filoni's shows frequently have antisemitism and it can't be unintentional. that's disturbing.
no seriously. the clone wars with dooku and palpatine and some other characters, the bad batch with cid, that guy whose “only loyalty is to investors” in ahsoka, etc etc. you can literally find it everywhere and it’s so upsetting. like does filoni not notice? does he literally not realize how much he does this? you’d think someone would’ve pointed it out and told him by now, but he just keeps doing it. and you have to ask, does he realize it’s even antisemitism at all? does he think that these characters need to look or act this way to “move along the plot” ?? is it necessary for these characters to be this way? or is it just automatic stereotypes he’s putting on them because he has nothing else to give to their characters.
at this point can someone just please tell this guy to stop. just stop fuckin doing that. stop doing things in general. we’re all kinda tired of it.
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…a labyrinthine series of lines, criss-crossing each other in all sort of ways. These covered the paper so thickly that only with difficulty could one make out the white spaces in between. "Read it," said the Officer.
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Then the Officer began to spell out the inscription and then read out once again the joined up letters. "Be just!' it states," he said. "Now you can read it." […] "'Be just!' it says," the Officer remarked once again.
In The Penal Colony, Franz Kafka; transl. Ian Johnston [x]
pawn / tool /puppet / cog
BE JUST
another gear / in the / Harrowing machine
This was originally intended to be (bc I am very normal about all the very normal things I like) a piece of Kafka-referential fanart of Amanda Young, from Saw, with my rendition of the Officer’s design from the execution machine carved into her corpse… didn’t go that far with it, obviously, because I can’t draw for shit. If you’ve never gotten a chance to read it or not read it in a long time, this is your call to arms to read In The Penal Colony. It’s VERY short, albeit somewhat disturbing— the pdf I linked to with the quote is the whole thing, which is 19 pages long as formatted there— but it’s one of those things that lives in your brain afterwards.
It centers around a large, incredibly elaborate and complex machine used for tortuous executions, and the legacy of the now-dead man who designed, built, and used it. I’ve sort of always been fascinated by the idea of trying to create the illegibly elaborate designs it’s described as using— this one contains more than the central, aforementioned words, of course— highlighted under the cut.
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Bad Dream House
Warning: This poem is fucked up. SA TRIGGER WARNINGS. Proceed at your own risk.
Every time it's the same.
A long flowing staircase,
Impossibly curved,
Leading nowhere. Screaming mother,
See your child taken.
See me ripped from your arms
Forever.
Feral panic.
A foyer of dark antique wood and purple
Velvet like adorments,
Where lies ruin and anxiety,
That will never leave me.
And they dress so well,
To hide the viscious, cruel beasts within,
Their smiles are like screams.
They smile like death.
I am with the dead things now.
Suckling at the breast of a long dead corpse
I venture forth into the tomb,
A verbose and elequent stream of
Conscious want and desire.
Sweet smells,
Like rot.
They kill me there, by the fireplace,
Over and over again,
Laughing as they stomp, kick, beat, rip, tear, rend with teeth and filling me with themselves.
They fuck my soul.
Black bile injected into my veins,
Make the suffering worse. I beg them to make it worse so I'll die.
Expert hands know exactly how far to take the meat so it doesn't turn.
There is a need
To be alone, forever. To die.
Because I'm fucking tired. I wear death's visage, and yet no souls can I reap,
For I only wish to be in void. Purposeless, not a doll to be fucked by greedy, uncaring hands.
Downstairs is true horror.
Pitch black presence, threadbare furniture.
This is a room for disgusting, vile acts of wanton misery and the ruining of innocence for dark gods.
Smashing into running shins and knees,
Falling, tripped in that slow dreamlike
State of being.
It's coming, in the dark, and its laughing.
The face is always the same, somehow to big and to small,
Fleshy like a ball of unformed clay,
Pink and yellow,
Rotting formless meat.
It rips me asunder, spreading my soul out for all the other creatures to take and rape,
As it consumes me.
And in the brief moments of agony I find a moments piece, as I no longer exist,
Until I wake up, on the doorstep
Of the bad dream house.
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