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mysterioussecretusername · 6 months

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can't write stories so I'm going to drop this scenario in the wild and let it run free, and hopefully someone will enjoy it:

some rich guy (swap pronouns as desired) hires a bodyguard, but not for himself - for his cat. Affectionate longhaired persian, goes with him everywhere, and he's wildly allergic to it. That doesn't seem to bother the rich guy at all, he just really fucking loves his cat, but his new bodyguard is one of us, already thought his employer (some kind of public figure) was hot even before he got hired for this, and is having one hell of a weird time with this job.

bonus if they know each other from some fetish forums online but the rich guy's the only one who knows it, which gives him reason to do things like make his allergies worse on purpose, ask the bodyguard to help him hold back sneezing fits long enough that he can take allergy meds, etc.

#snzblr #insert cat & bodyguard personality clash hijinks to your own taste as the cat decides if it likes him #and as the bodyguard gets used to guarding a pet #also the three of them are going to be doing some travelling for rich guy's job spending a while cooped up in small spaces #and the rich dude insists he doesn't take allergy meds unless he's going to do job stuff or really needs it #I imagine from their talks online the bodyguard told the other guy enough details about his life that #while looking through job applicants #the rich guy was like OH SHIT i know who that is. i'm never going to get an opportunity to fuck with him like this again I have to take it

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redrobin-detective · 1 year

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The Drake Legacy

Janet Drake was born with everything a little girl could ask for.

She was from a high class, reputable family, not famous as the Waynes or Elliots but that was okay. They preferred it that way, they got the money and status without the high expectations. She wasn’t a beauty but she had a sweet face, pouty lips and with the right clothes and styling, could be pretty enough. She had an older brother whom all the expectations and business matters were piled onto leaving Janet free to be a pretty, thoughtless thing before marrying well and living her days in endless luxury. She soon learned to hate the loose but ever present noose around her neck.

Jack Marvin was born not quite with nothing but not much above it.

Jack’s family lived in an eternal battle to stay out of poverty. His parents both worked two jobs to make ends meet and Jack was put to work as soon as he was old enough. Jack wasn’t a particularly good at any of the jobs he took; he felt cheated working so hard for the money just to be handed over to his parents. He wasn’t particularly handsome or smart or strong. The only things Jack really had going for him was that he was clever and could be very charming when he desired. He used these traits to skate from job to job, skimming a bit off the top of his earnings to keep for himself. Jack went to bed every night cursing his lot in life and telling himself it wouldn’t always be this way.

Janet was dressed in the finest clothing, went to the best possible schools and associated with only the wealthiest Gotham citizens. She hated every minute of it. She felt like a porcelain doll, her parents’ pretty possession for other people to ogle at. Her dainty, pure white tea gloves felt constricting, her high heels too tight and the pearls around her neck like a vice. Like any child lashing out, she found pleasure in the opposite of her upbringing. She took any opportunity to be reckless and dirty, made an elaborate garden just to bury her silken hands in the dirt. Janet thought about sports but she’d never been much of team player, preferring solitude. She instead took up gardening, hiking, anything that got her outside of the polished marble of the Drake estate and into nature.

She hadn’t given much thought to college, it wasn’t like she needed a job after all but it was better than staying home waiting for her mother to make her a match. She looked up jobs that put her in the dirt and signed up Gotham University’s archeology program. Even if she got bored, it could be fun for a bit.

Jack wasn’t stupid but school just wasn’t his thing. Authority figures telling him what to do just pulled at his nerves. It felt like the whole world was against him, looking down on him. He walked around with this constantly simmering rage and indignation under his skin. Jack would show them who the loser was. The various odd jobs he’d worked his life gave him some interesting experiences, made for good stories at parties. And Jack Drake was always welcome at parties. He had an easy, affable manner about him so he made friends quickly but they often didn’t stay long. But not before Jack had gotten food, money and shelter out of them. He was a nice guy but you had to look out for number one after all.

High school came and went and it was time for the next step. Jack knew if he didn’t go to school, get some sort of degree, he’d end up with a dead end, miserable job like his folks. He gathered what money he’d saved, borrowed or stolen and headed to Gotham University.

Janet met Jack in their shared Introduction to Psychology class. It was hard not to notice him. He almost always came in late, since he commuted from across the city she later learned. Jack also had a habit of challenging the teacher, asking sarcastic questions and making passive aggressive arguments. It made him unpopular with the students trying to learn but Janet was fascinated. The messy hair, the roguish smile, he was no Brad Pitt but he had a nice face and more importantly he was so different from the stuffy, upper crust boys she dated. She asked him on a study date which turned into a real date. He was passionate and fierce, he had real ideas that weren’t determined by popular opinion. Their fights were as heated as their make-ups but she kept getting drawn back into his orbit after every spat by his doe eyes and crooked smirk.

It was supposed to be a fling but Jack really seemed to get her. They spent hours railing against the injustices of their parents upon, about the stupid expectations of academia. She convinced him to switch his major to archeology and the two of them flourished. When his money for school ran low, she thought nothing of dipping into trust to fund his classes, food and other expenses. For the first time in her life, Janet felt seen not as a Drake but as herself. So when two years later, Jack got on his knee with a ring, she said yes.

Jack didn’t like college any better than high school but he kept the reins on his temper because he knew this was his only way out of poverty. His classes were stupid and he had to miss out on parties to work part time jobs to pay for tuition. Until the girl with the designer sweater and smarmy smile asked him to study together. One date led to another and another. At first he stuck to Janet because she was an endless money pocket, who pulled out her gold credit card without second thought. He’d wine and dine her as long as possible to keep the free food and expenses flowing. And then the unbelievable happened, he actually started to like her. She was obviously a trust fund baby, a know it all used to getting her own way. But she stuck up for herself, even when she was wrong and bulldozed over anyone who stood in her way. She screamed just as loud as he did during arguments and listened to his rants with an understanding nod. Soon, she stopped just being a wallet and became something more.

She made him switch to archeology and he did, one because she was mostly paying for his degree at this point and two because he wasn’t focused on anything else. He found he liked it to his surprise. Jack would stay up late talking about different cultures and their unique lifestyles, a world neither of them knew and wanted a piece of. Janet was all about the process, the digging and the satisfaction of finding what she was looking for. Jack was interested in the money that could be found with artifacts. One day, he looked up a realized he loved Janet Drake against all the odds and took the plunge. He bought the best ring he could afford and got on his knee and was shocked when she jumped into his arms and said yes.

Janet wore a white pantsuit to her wedding, one last middle finger to her mother who was already beside herself that he daughter was marrying outside their social circle. Just before Janet walked down the aisle, her mother hissed at her that she’d regret this one, two, ten years down the road. Everything she loved about Jack now would turn into disgust and she’d be running home soon enough. She nuzzled Jack’s shoulder during their first dance and positively preened when he agreed to take her last name. From now on, Janet and Jack were a team in everything. They finished their degrees and hopped right into the field. With Janet’s money and connections, they had their choice of sites to chose from. They worked hard at their profession but they lost far more money than they made, not that it mattered.

They played hard too, dining in the finest restaurants, visiting the most beautiful locations, attending the most exclusive events. They spent more time abroad than they did in Gotham, only returning for the big events. She was given access to the Drake money but her parents weren’t really speaking to her anymore which was fine by her. One morning, a few years into their marriage. Janet woke up terribly sick. The sickness progressed until finally she was forced to admit that she was pregnant.

Jack took to wealth like a duck to water. He looked good in tailored suits and became quite the connoisseur of wines (as well as other high quality spirits). He loved to travel, to get out of the smoggy, hell hole that was Gotham and indulged in rich luxuries like golf. It didn’t matter that he was becoming one of the out of touch, arrogant elites he’d once hated, all that mattered was that he was better than those who’d looked down on him. Things with Janet were good, so good during those first few years. They still fought hard but they loved just as hard. They had their shared interest in archeology but had their own separate tastes that often had them apart for weeks as a time. He was happiest abroad with her at his side, buying and doing whatever he liked. The worst were the times they had to return to Gotham, attend to those stupid black tie events. It was the time he felt most like a kid who grew up on food stamps, his wife blending in perfectly with the blue blood crowd while Jack felt like a heaving fish out of water. He kept pushing to extend their travels.

He wasn’t too concerned when Janet started getting sick. They were on the other end of the world and they’d both had their share of travel sickness and food poisoning. But it kept going on until finally Janet was presenting him with a positive pregnancy test. This had not what they planned for.

They’d agreed, fairly early on in their relationship that children were not for them. They were too independent, too busy, too modern to be tied down by a child. Janet would be happy to travel the world with Jack until she was old and gray but now there was a wrench in the equation. Jack had told her to abort and move on but Janet found herself hesitating. She longed for freedom but oh wouldn’t it be nice to have a little one running after them? Her mother cursed her to be unhappy but Janet was determined to prove her wrong. The more Janet thought about it, the more she realized she could have both. She could be a famous archeologist and a perfect loving mother. She convinced Jack and endured 9 miserable months, working right up until she went into preterm labor and delivered a son. She was exhausted and angry at how long the whole ordeal took. Janet held her son for the first time and felt a kind of weary fondness. Her Timothy wasn’t exactly cute and he screamed like a banshee but he was hers and they were both going to have to get used to it.

Jack had not been too crazy about the idea of keeping the baby. He’d disliked children even when he had been one. Even though they had exorbitant amounts of wealth, kids were still money suckers and he wasn’t looking forward to paying for toys and diapers. Plus they’d need to settle down back in Gotham, back where Jack really didn’t want to be and watch as his kid grew up to be another lazy, rich brat. Janet talked him around eventually, selling him on the idea that they’d do it better. That they could still have their travels while also raising a normal kid. He suffered right alongside Janet through her pregnancy and was almost relieved when her water broke while they were hunched over some broken bits of poverty. Jack smoked a whole pack of cigarettes and had two beers before he was allowed back to see his wife and new kid. It was a boy, Tim was small and red and screamed and squirmed like crazy. His first thought was that adoption was still an option. But Janet seemed determined to see this through so he buckled in and told himself that different wasn’t bad.

They mostly stayed in Gotham the first few years of Timothy’s life. Janet really tried to combine the best of both worlds her son came from. They took him to the opera and little art theater, to galas and the circus though the less said about that mess, the better. She didn’t know what was normal for kids but Tim never seemed to stop screaming or sleep. That boy wailed at the top of his lung at all hours of the night, tuckering out only as the sun rose before starting up again a short while later. No one could blame her for hiring nanny after nanny to care for him just to escape the noise. She felt a bit guilty but sometimes, late at night listening to her son yell down the hall, she wondered if Jack was right and they should have aborted. Speaking of Jack, the tension from Tim and being in Gotham put the first real cracks in their relationship. When it wasn’t all fun, Jack became surly, sarcastic and it wasn’t as cute as it had been in college. He didn’t want to help with Tim, just hired more caretakers and spent more time away from the house doing god knows what. Her mother’s warning at her wedding came back to her and Janet swore that No, she would win at marriage and motherhood and prove her mother wrong.

Jack really wasn’t built for fatherhood. By god, did that kid ever shut up? What was the baby even screaming about anyway? It’s not like he ever went hungry or didn’t have enough toys like Jack remembered growing up. There was a sense of pride in being able to provide for his son but it was steadily worn down by the day to day challenges of sharing a house with a fussy baby. He and Janet fought more, their screams right in time with Tim’s like they were the Von Trapp family singers. He didn’t get why Janet was so mad for him not helping more with the kid, it’s not like he knew what to do to get Tim to settle down. Like, he loved his kid. Jack tossed him around and helped him toddle around but when you had money why did he have to do everything? Why not hire people to do that for them while he and Janet did their own thing? She started frowning at him more than she smiled and he was reminded for all that she was a rebel, she was also a princess. Her presence became more irritating.

Once Tim was old enough that it wouldn’t appear negligent to leave him, they started taking trips again. At first just for a few days but then they became a week, then two then more. Tim was always left in the best possible hands, highly recommended nannies, expensive day cares and later posh boarding schools. Janet felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, then would feel guilty and call to check on Timmy. Whenever they spoke, he seemed ecstatic to hear from her, excitement she wouldn’t get if she saw him every day. He babbled about his hobbies, his friends and she would secretly relax. Because she was doing it right, she’d been brought up under suffocating circumstances. Timothy had all the wealth but none of it’s trappings. He didn’t need to dress up and be paraded around, he could eat pizza and wear sweatpants and be a little weirdo. She bragged to her friends about her son’s grades, about his independence but she really didn’t care what others had to say about her boy. As long as he was safe and happy, then Janet would be too. If only her marriage to Jack would improve as well.

When Tim was 11 or so, another curve ball hit them. Her brother died of a sudden stroke, stress related the doctors said. He’d been the CEO and majority shareholder of Drake Industries, the company that gave them their wealth. Suddenly, there was a void where a Drake was needed. Janet had always enjoyed taking from DI but now she had to give back to it. She began taking time off from travels to settle the company which only put her further at odds with her husband. He was an incompetent businessman and to save the company, she cut him out of the decision making. Jack became a nightmare, being unsupportive and aggressive, trying to muscle his way back into the proceedings but she held her ground. The more time passed, the more Janet had to realize her mother was right. She was approaching middle age with a precocious son, a failing company and a husband she was learning to hate.

Jack had been counting the days until they could, legally and socially, leave Tim with an appropriate caretaker and get out of Gotham. He’d be there for Tim when he was older, more interesting. When they could talk about girls and cars and sports. Until then, Jack had no interest in stick figure drawings and smudgy fingerprints. So they traveled again and it was good again for a while. He found he couldn’t lose himself to the thrill quite so much, he wasn’t a young man anymore. At various moments, he’d wonder how little Timmy was faring at home, had made his fair share of panicked calls to the nanny just to make sure Tim was okay and hear his voice. He loved Janet, well mostly but there was special kind of parental love he felt for his son and sometimes it aggravated him. Tim didn’t turn out quite how Jack expected, he wasn’t some asshole rich boy like he’d feared. He was small, squirrely, had the strangest hobbies and was, frankly, a really weird kid. But Jack loved him dammit, weirdness and all. He’d teach the kid how to play football or something normal during their next break home.

But then Janet’s brother died and dumped the company straight into their laps. Now Jack would forever be grateful to DI for funding their lifestyle but actually managing it was a pain in the ass. At first, he and Janet were gonna do it as a team like always but she quickly butted him out. She brushed off his ideas, made decisions on her own and soon was doing everything. It burned at him, to be dismissed. Once more, he felt like the poor boy outsider, that he couldn’t possibly run a big company like Drake Industries. It had been happening for a while now but Jack was rapidly falling out of love with his wife.

While Jack and Janet were busy running DI, finding new ways to hate each other and squeezing in the occasional archeological trip, Tim Drake was coming into his own without them. He knew his parents loved him, they just had other things to do and so did he. Tim wasn’t worried about their trip to Haiti, they’d been on a million trips and he was busy learning to be Robin anyway. His mother’s death and father’s injury gutted him. He cried and wailed like he’d been told he did a lot as a baby but he knew he was grieving not his parents as they were but the potential family they could have been. It took Tim a long time to realize that his parents did love him but they weren’t perfect. They prioritized themselves over him, were distant and bland and made no real attempts to get to know him. He thinks to himself its maybe why he was so drawn to the Bats, it was the closest thing to a normal family he saw on a daily basis.

Tim Drake is a sum of many parts. His parents may be gone now but their traits live on in him. He is his father’s black hair and widows peak, his mother’s sharp nose and crooked ears. His eyes a blend of mom’s flinty grey and dad’s ashy blue. He has his mother’s Jewish faith and his father’s walnut allergy. His stubbornness and bossiness came from watching Janet and his practiced charm and manipulation straight from Jack. From both of them he learned how to be alone, how to get things done and how to put his vast amounts of free time to use. What he didn’t learn from them was how to be a family but that was okay, he had other teachers for that.

#this is 10% fic 90% meta #jack drake #janet drake #I have such strong feelings on the drakes and why they're Like That #to explain why Tim is Like That #I'll scream forver that Janet was the Drake the wealthy one #I don't care for Intense Girl Boss Janet #I think she was selfish person who did a lot of things out of spite #She's not given a lot of space in the comics I think she loved Tim but obviously prioritized her interests over all else #Jack just *feels* like a guy who grew up poor adapted to rich life then was mad he wasn't rich when he drove the company into the ground #he can be nice charming but theres this underlying anger and righteousness I feel in the comics #Jack is a man who Expects certain things earned or not #and that caused a lot of problems when he woke up from his coma and his perky 12 year old was an indepedent secretive 15 year old #idk this got sooooo long im so sorry

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july-19th-club · 9 months

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one thing abt protestant denominations is that they dont cross themselves as much as catholics do, if ever, so when a catholic is at some event where a protestant is doing their father god lord we just prayers (which are phrases that appear less in the catholic prayer canon than the protestant one) you'll see catholic attendees surreptitiously crossing themselves while everybody else just stands there bc it's such an ingrained habit and it is VERY funny to me that booth also does this. like now that's a catholic in-joke

#guy in this episode said like a baptist/evangelical type prayer and booth immediately went fathersonholyspiritamen #even i do that and im not even a practicing catholic anymore #its just gut reaction during any kind of prayer. even if im ALSO not a practicing protestant . or ever plan to be #i almost want to call it more than just reflex #when a catholic in a protestant-dominated space crosses themself. its also a visual signal that we're not them. assertion of identity #i might even go so far as to say minority (as catholics among protestants sometimes are) but thats a bit rich and this is a silly post #and not a sociological thesis paper #bones #q

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riellegaming · 8 months

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my third idea, for the games i was talkin about, it would probably be an on rails shooter or racing game or something like that but i do not personally like being restricted to rails / tracks ... i dont really know what youd be doing outside of the main levels that would require walking around between them tho so idk. id just like to make games i would personally like to play

#its about a guy who was cursed by an eldritch space thing except no time for dat goku im tryin to get rich on illegal street racing #txt

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vhvrs · 1 year

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vaguely bouncing off friends talking abt ppl needing to remember the ages of characters when examining the way they approach the world n themselves to say i neeeeeeeed ppl to realize w me jayce n viktor are implied to be late teens early 20s (19-21) in their bios pre the machine takeover and its a precarious time when yeah you're an adult but youre also prone to really reckless behavior you dont quite understand the consequences of, especially if you are say two loner weirdos with emotional problems and no social practice. also that jayce n viktor are even by the end and actual canon barely mid 20s not the middle age fandom attributes to them.

#ig its a thing to consider when fandoms populated by mostly that age range but once ur out of it it becomes v clear how much of #a not adult u are n how u have an insane amount of growth ur now forced to deal w on ur own #sorry this is why im v fixated on their academy versions the growth n ideas n subtext there is so rich...#besides adding figuring out gender bullshit n if ur in love w the guy ur spending all the time w or not #not that u dont also grow so much later i think ppl stop considering how ur constantly evolving #n they r both constantly evolving in their current spaces but #i juat woke up lol #u can take this any way u want i just more ppl thinking abt this w me bc its worth examining #i think young adult mindsets get kindve ignored a lot in favor of like. kids or full adults

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dmclemblems · 2 years

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I’ve been seeing this go around for days on end now.

it baffles me how people are actually trying to devalue Faerghus and Dimitri in particular to say “Edelgard is right” because of Sreng (mind you this is mostly angry Claude fans too and basically like, just the Claude fans who don’t actually care about nuance and will just side with whatever side Claude is "on”). like... do people not realize that Dimitri and Faerghus as a whole aren’t responsible for what Sreng does and are not all Matthias and Sylvain?

“the guy who was captured, Sylvain said he’s the one who left them but he was a war prisoner”

first of all:

when people say this I already know they don’t understand wtf they’re talking about because they missed the nuance to point of that sentence. he didn’t say that as “we captured you and we’re mad you didn’t submit to us and that you ran away”, he said it as to meant he thought they (Sylvain and Miklan in particular. maybe Matthias too but the brothers were not responsible for the man’s capture) were forming a bond and that he was disappointed that the guy left.

the commander says “I heard your brother kicked off” and Sylvain says “you’re the one who left us”, which reads to me that the implication is Sylvain and Miklan and not necessarily Sylvain and Matthias but could include Matthias.

he’s not saying he’s upset that a war prisoner took the first chance he got to run away and go back home. he’s saying that he thought they were forming a bond (and again, Sylvain isn’t responsible for his capture so if he was forming a bond with the man, it stands to reason he might be sad because he thought if they could be friends that he could do something to change the state of their lands. and i repeat, Sylvain isn’t responsible for anything Matthias did). Sylvain wasn’t just talking about the man running away physically. he was upset because the Sreng attacks continued and he felt that whatever bond they had, at least to Sylvain, meant nothing to the guy, or that if it did that he didn’t make any effort to make things better between their lands by going over Matthias’ head to Sylvain and Miklan).

second of all:

people are just using this shit as an excuse to bash Dimtiri and it’s idiotic. oh no, how dare Matthias do the things he does!!! ...okay but Dimitri and Sylvain both want peace with Sreng and are tired of fighting. Rodrigue wants peace with Sreng and is planning to learn their language (presumably for peace talks and to avoid fighting, and Sylvain already speaks some of Sreng’s language). not only is Sylvain studying their language, but when he spoke Fodlan’s language, Dimitri says he “got through to” the Sreng commander, meaning yes, there was something there and that’s what upset Sylvain. maybe the commander didn’t feel the same way! but Sylvain had hope that they could stop all the fighting.

maybe Matthias should’ve retired and passed his title down to heir to make it easier for their House to manage things since Sylvain wasn’t the one to capture the man, similar to how Erwin settled the issues Gloucester was facing by giving his title to Lorenz (which worked, and not only that but Lorenz settled other issues that plagued their House as well once Erwin wasn’t the Count anymore). but either way, Sylvain isn’t the one who did what Matthias did.

did he word it oddly given the exact situation? yeah. did he mean harm by it? no. does it mean Dimitri and all of Faerghus are terrible because of it? no.

lastly:

that shit is like saying the entire empire is a trash heap because someone doesn’t like Edelgard. it’s wild to me how Edelgard stans bash all of Faerghus just because they don’t like Dimitri (and I have never seen a single good, legitimate reason for a Dimitri hater to hate him other than his policies and beliefs not being identical to Edelgard’s. I saw those same people hate Claude too until Claude “sided” with her and then they suddenly loved him. in other words they don’t care about the character’s personality, just that they suck up to their uwu emperor).

literally the people bashing Dimitri and Faerghus for this shit are just REACHING and looking for anything and using incorrect information and petty and incorrect arguments. consider: people who don’t like Edelgard don’t hate the whole Empire! why? because they don’t like her, not the entire place! not everything that happens there means it was started by her! imagine if I straight up blamed Ferdinand for the shit Edelgard does. same with Leicester. imagine if I wasn’t happy with Claude and looked at Lorenz and went “this is all totally your fault”. vice versa, if Lorenz did something wrong, imagine if I blamed Claude for that. it’s stupid.

I see this shit going around about how people are being “nationalists” about Faerghus, like... just because played Hopes and determined they were the most stable and reasonable country of the three doesn’t mean they’re nationalists? are you people five years olds who can’t read, listen, or understand?

oh but i bet im a nationalist for faerghus.

lorenz, get out the wedding ring. im a nationalist. (there is irony in that statement and if you don’t get it and actually think I’m this derogatory nationalist term you’re going around using for regular faerghus fans and lovers, you’re part of the problem)

nobody cares if you don’t like a fictional thing as long as you’re not going into their spaces and bashing the things they enjoy, on top of that using any incorrect arguments you can possibly awkwardly piece together in your mind to bash other human beings for having a preference or likes.

#cw: discourse #imagine being a fan of a character and liking that character and so you go into other people's spaces #and you bash anything that isn't identical to the character you like #boo hoo sylvain worded something oddly boo hoo hoo clearly all of faerghus is a trash heap bc of it #clearly dimitri is a horrible person bc he learned from his father's death that trying to immediately change people's way of life #was probably a really fucking bad idea seeing as he got assassinated for that shit #Baron Dominic didn't even agree with Lambert and he didn't pull out a weapon over it #he told his killers they should've made a formal protest bc evidently Baron Dominic is only of the only intelligent people in all of Fodlan #as far as the nobles and rich kiddos in power are concerned. poor guy must have his hands full surrounded by idiots #DCE Comments

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blackjackkent · 1 year

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[casually leaves a bunch of adamantine dust all over the floor of the thieves' guild]

#bjk plays baldur's gate 2 #it was taking up a lot of space okay #also i am SO rich you guys #this is ridiculous

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saucylittlesmile · 1 year

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Overworks and underpays the nurses we have. Says health care is fine as people wait hours or even days in emergency rooms. Turns a blind eye to hospitals refusing patients because they don’t have staff. Literally causing a shortage of nursing staff and going through with the laws that will continue that shortage anyway. Hoarding money that could be used to pay for public health.

But then pretending like going to private health care is a solution.

As if it wasn’t his goal all along.

#the privatization of health care #is the death of people who can’t afford it #don’t worry though #he’s also given his rich friends the okay to buy and develop critical green space #so the rich can afford those private doctors #with they money they all make fucking with the environment #(same guy who tried to take away the right to strike from our lowest paid education workers)#(he’s taking this second term as premier to hit out with both hands at anyone who can’t afford to oppose him)

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variousqueerthings · 1 year

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I’m really hurting over this documentary series produced between 1979-1999 about Julia Grant.

The psychiatrist who had all the power in his hands to help or deny her clearly never cared about trans people, and it’s practically the same system now as it was then -- the patronising language, the pathologisation, the fucked up powertrip, the limitations of what a person can be that is created off the back of the same kind of language as when the GIC was first formed in 1966. Trans healthcare in the UK was a fucking mess then and is a fucking mess now

Also she argues for informed consent within the documentary and she is so right! She was right in 1980 and that was forty fucking years ago!

I know she did ok after some time, but the amount of respect I have for her allowing the conversations with that psychiatrist to be aired, with the amount that he dehumanised her (and we know he likely dehumanised other trans people who came to him for help)

have to watch a lot of 70s-80s trans rights in the UK documentaries and movies right now and they are stressful -- I will have to recover by reading some of the trans philosophies published during the same time, because watching these it can be easy to forget that trans people weren’t just constantly interacting with cis-expectations for what humanity was allowed to be, but were (are) developing whole new fantastic languages and ideas for living

and the things I’m watching right now are very middleclass to upper-class**, all trans women, all white, all able-bodied, for the most part thin, and they’re still having to fit themselves smaller and smaller, having to apologise, having to prove “normalcy”

(** the interesting there of course is that middleclass trans people will very quickly become poor)

[watches a kate bornstein interview to calm down]

EDIT: OOOOOOOOOOOOH MY FUCKING GOODNESS I GOOGLED WHO THE FUCK HER PSYCHIATRIST WAS AND IT WAS JOHN RANDELL WHO FUCKING!!!! STARTED THE GIC SYSTEM IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!!!!

THIS MAN IS SINGLE-HANDEDLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE NOT GETTING CARE AND HE WAS ONE OF THE MAIN VOICES AT THE CORBETT V CORBETT CASE THAT RUINED THE RIGHTS FOR TRANS PEOPLE TO CHANGE THEIR GENDER ON THEIR BIRTH CERTIFICATES!

ASK ME AGAIN IF THIS SYSTEM WAS BROKEN FROM THE WORD GO!

(on the list of people we as a community should be wishing for a long time in Hell, this guy is up there)

#julia grant #trans history #trans documentary #it does hurt to have to make something that basically said *i am a human being*#but it was nice to see the support she was getting at the women's shop and from her mother and at the hairdresser's #im doing this for a thing about the NHS reasons so unfortunately #it's about interacting (or not interacting as the case was) with the NHS #i have theories btw... that the GIC system was one of the worst things to happen to trans rights demands in the UK #because of the way binary transness was being enforced in a very unhealthy way #and the constant forced scarcity #making people claw and climb over one another rather than ask WHY those limited spaces existed in the first place #the thing happening in several countries about *proving you were heterosexual* and sterilization #the legitimacy of transness being put in the hands of the (cis white rich conservative) medical community #fuck this guy fuck this guy fuck this guy #i hope he died alone

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