#shooting lessons

[collophora]

Fic writers who wrote migrainous-hunter I love you Inspired by This fic from @just-here-with-my-thoughts and this one too by lucifer_elliot and this one by @oohhihoney

#star wars #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch fanart #I tried tagging people whom I could find the tumblr #hope it's okay #hope it tags people actually #Anyway I wanted to color them but I've got 100* things to do #including sewing a skirt and making a tiramisu #and a six pages comic #and finish my Omega shooting lesson animatic #this one is almost finished tho! #and answer the nice comments #with other things than ksgshhkK THANKS YOU I LUV YOU ALL AND YOU MADE MY DAy #anyway it's past my bed time #zzzzzzzz

[lunadove]

I feel like 10/14 will take Rose on day trips in the TARDIS to beautiful, safe planets.

And then 15 “The Fun Uncle” will just crash into Donna’s backyard every once a while and come out of the TARDIS going “Who wants to stop an alien dictatorship on a planet where all the plant life wants to eat you?”

#15 loves rose and is protective of her when they go on adventures #but he also thinks she needs to learn important life lessons like how to stop a dictatorship #rose is having a GREAT time and meanwhile the rest of the noble family are having panic attacks #15 is always welcome at donna’s home for a chat or dinner #but she’ll also yell at him for taking her daughter to a planet where robots are shooting death rays #10/14 and rose are keeping track of her record for how long she can yell #15 is also aware of the record and is trying to get her to five hours so he can win 50 pounds #doctor who spoilers #dw spoilers #donna noble #fifteenth doctor #fourteenth doctor #tenth doctor #rose noble #doctor who #dw

[yourlocalgrass]

I just had a depressing thought about Nightbringer lesson 38 (spoilers). Remember how poor Raphael was in tears because he was in distress for Lucifer however, he isn’t allowed to judge the Celestial Realm, which he did.

And because of the entire “fathers love” thing, proved that their father is right, does love them, and is not to to be judged since he does everything for a reason.

In the end, what if Raphael feels guilty because he not only judged their father but accused their father outloud of doing awful or horrible things. I mean, you can’t tell me there hasn’t been some form of guilt ever since it happened.

Even worse, he may feel indebted to their father now, because he believes even though their father loves them, he went against him and everything they were taught.

I mean the writers probably forgot about Raphael by now but its logical in a way if you think about it-

#hehe silly headcanons for angst in my head #this is just a go at how badly lesson 38 messed almost all the characters up #oh im NOT talking about Lucifer though #my anger issues would shoot through the roof #obey me #obey me nb #obey me nightbringer #obey me raphael #obey me spoilers #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me swd #obey me headcanons #yeah so imo NB lesson 38 really ruined where all of the characters were going #almost all of them #hopefully not too late to post these opinions

[rainofthetwilight]

so I wanted to practice doing a lil poetry, and guess what I did....of course I based it off two silly lego characters from the silly lego pajama men show, what else bro

I hc that arin writes poems, so this was an oppurtunity lmao. I had this idea in my mind for a while but it was only now when I decided to actually do it, and I am honestly pretty proud of how it turned out!

so yeah, Ig this is a poem he wrote for sora! augdhsjsjs your honor their friendship makes me INSANE....(currently sobbing over what's probably gonna happen 👍)

this was some real great practice tbh, click to see the text better btww

#also disclaimer I am not a master of poetry and I just tried my best w/ whatever 😭 this is my first ever real poem chat.... #used knowledge from the poetry I learned in arabic lessons so I hope this makes sense and isn't wonky (and cheesy in a way 😭) #ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago arin #ninjago sora #poetry #poem #shoot uhh which one of my tags do I tag this as #levi's art #my art #I guess?

[akkivee]

NATTO ON ICE CREAM?? JAKURAI IS UR TUMMY OK

💉: while we’re on the topic, vanilla ice cream when mixed with natto is simply delicious

🥂👔: ⁉️

💉: surely the two of you have tried it before?

🥂👔: w-well…..

💉: have you? 🙂

🥂: n-no……….

👔: but sensei, you have…….??

💉: have you? 🙂

👔: i haven’t!!

💉: i see! then after this, i’ll treat the both of you to it!! 🤗

🥂: y…………yippee…………

👔: thank you very much………………..

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not only is he so fine with it, he swears by it LOL

#vee got an ask #my mtr to bat pipeline rly was going from one leader unintentionally torturing his teammates in the name of camaraderie #to the other leader intentionally torturing his teammates in the name of family LOL #the radios are fantastic lol i don’t have spotify anymore so i don’t think about them #but i have been meaning to listen to them again lol #i hope we get new ones once a next wave of content hits actually lol there are life lessons i be living by from those #on top of the fun and interesting lore lmao #throwback to when rio told a teenage girl to bribe her crush into shutting up and shooting her shot but literally LOL

[coconut530]

FLY ON THE WALL 🪰

#Nevermore #Nevermore Webtoon #Webtoon #YAYYYYY EPISODE 90 WE FINALLY MADE IT #THIS THUMBNAIL HAS BEEN JUST STARING ME IN THE FACE EVER SINCE IT CAME OUT #A COLD DEAD STARE BUT ANYWAY #DUKE REALIZING THEY’RE ROOMMATES PLUUUUKKKKKEEEEEE #THEY’RE ALL FUSSING OVER HIM MISFIT SQUAD SO CUTE #LENORE YOU LOOKING FOR YOUR WIFE AFTER IT ALL #OMGGGGGG THE DEANS #I DID KINDA THINK WE WERE GONNA SEE THEM TODAY BUT AS LIKE A HALFHEARTED THING BUT THERE THEY AREEEEEE #GOSH THEY LOOK SO GOOD IN THIS PURPLE LIGHTING MERRY ESPECIALLYYYY DREAMLAND IN THE DAYTIME #CHAOS GREMLIN MERRY.. I MEAN HE HAS A POINT MOURN IF THIS IS A SPECTACLE TO WATCH THEN WHY NOT MAKE IT FUN #RULEBOOK FOR LESSONS!?!?!?! THAT'S NOT HOW SCHOOL WORKS BUT OK #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID TO HER I CAN'T WHY WOULD LENORE HAVE ANY REASON TO SHOOT IT MAKES NO SENSEEEEEEEE #LIKE WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT NOOO THE HEART SHAPED BLOODSTAIN GET OUT OF HERREEEEEEEEE #well now I can make a proper piece to the crane wives song the well so maybe look forward to that #WE'RE ALL ROOTING FOR THEM MERRY C'MON MOURN JOIN USSSS #NICE SOFT MOMENT BETWEEN THEM HOW WHOLESOME #THE TEA HAS SPILTTT #MONTY JUST LEAVE HIM MAYYYYBE DROP HIM OFF AT THE INFIRMARY IDK #CRAZY EPISODE LIKE WHAAAAAT

[saetoru]

I KNEW HE WAS LOVED BY THE CHILDREN

#genshin spoilers #genshin leaks #we all knew he had a soft spot for them w the keychains but #HE GIVES THEM ART LESSONS #PLEASE SHOOT ME #he passes by while they play and they #run up to him like #hi kaveh !!!! #and he’s all blushy smiles and chuckles as he pats their heads #tells them to be home before it’s dark and to not stray too far from the city while they play or the fungi will get them #HES SOOOOOOOO CUTE AND SWEET IM SO SICK AND DOWN BAD

[jonphaedrus]

finally had energy to write.

“What,” Ganondorf began, meaning to finish with “the fuck,” only to be entirely unable to finish the phrase as he was summarily mobbed by approximately his own body weight in pissed-off poultry. They went straight at his face, and he tried to knock them aside, but for every bird thrown down another replaced it, until he wasn’t sure who was shouting louder—him, Link, or the birds. The more he yelled, the more birds joined in on the attack, until he couldn’t see much of anything but feathers and beaks and claws. His mare made the only logical decision, and bolted.

#man shoots cucco; learns very important life lesson. #this is a stable writing tag

[revelisms]

Excerpt: Emptied Spaces

Vi recalls her first nights as a new recruit to Zaun.

From a work in progress set after 'heron blue,' an AU where Vi and Jinx reconnect under different terms. Slow, rocky relationship rebuilding, found family messiness, and hurt/comfort abound.

A series of tinny pricks muddle the air. 

"He's not all bad, you know," her sister mumbles. 

Vi presses her nails into her palm. 

In her mind's eye, a litany of refusals. 

She sees the stairs down to the storeroom—their old room—that she'd found boarded up, paint streaked over the walls: a glaring, caution-taped denial to any who dared to enter. She sees Jinx slumped at the bar, dotting black varnish on her nails, flippant as anything to Vi's tight-mouthed questions of what had happened to their things; if there was anything left.

Just ghouls and ghosts, Jinx had said, in an accent not her own, and shot a whip-fire glare through her fringe. Then she'd grinned, cold and feline. Droused on, Key's in Silky's desk, if you care that much.

Like that room was nothing more than an ill memory, to her. Her and Vi's things. Mylo and Claggor's things. Mom and Dad's things. Vander's—

Like all of it wasn't theirs, anymore.

(Never had been.)

They had new rooms, now—ones of their own, only paces down that dark-lamped hall from each other.

Just days prior, that rat had dangled hers in front of her, in some twisted attempt at an olive branch.

It had ridiculous wallpaper and jade-tinted windows; furnishings absurdly ornate, for all their simplicity; shelves upon shelves filled with books she'd never read. They'd given her a bed with smuggled silk sheets and feathered pillows—the kind any Fissure brat in their right mind would dive into, relishing in the best sleep they'd had in years. A luxury all of them deserved. 

Her own room. A real, proper room.

Not four walls and a cot.

(Not a room with Powder.)

In silence, that bastard had stood behind her: smoke and spice on his clothes, a chill like an autumn sea seeping off his bones. The shadow of his suit had lingered in her periphery, unnervingly still. Spindly hands folded at his back; too-clean shoes canted, unmoving. 

Will it suffice? he'd graveled, eventually.

Vi'd fought down the urge to scoff.

Suffice.

As if he couldn't give a damn that he'd paid for it all on the backs of children carting industry wares as much as vials of liquid death; hadn't taken up his keep in their home, Vander's home—claimed the damned thing unrightfully as his own—and now had carved out a pathetic share to toss back to her.

Vi'd found her voice. Our old room was fine.

Hands ticking at his back. If you'd prefer to sleep on the boxes, then be my guest.

She said you emptied it.

Silence ebbing, knifing. A heaviness had snared around his bones: the kind that had rage smelting around it, slow-simmered and tightly leashed: one that set the hairs on her nape rising.

In it was an image. A memory he wouldn't give her the privilege to share.

She didn't want to picture it.

Powder, eleven years old, bruises on her cheek, standing alone in the center of that storeroom. 

Powder, frozen, for minutes or hours or ages—a tattered bunny squeezed between her hands, blood still on her clothes—before the screams finally tore their way out of her.

She didn't want to picture it—but the thought had itched within her, like a virus. She couldn't blink it out.

It's been emptied enough, Silco had answered her: a slither of a hiss. His mismatched stare had veered away, notched to an unseen point in the wall.

Under your orders? Vi'd pressed on.

Another tick of his fingers.

He'd known they'd already spoken about it. That she was aware, by then, that it was Powder—Jinx—who wanted nothing to do with that room: who couldn't sleep in it, couldn't stand to be in it; could only hover at the foot of those stairs, boots welded through the floor, every time this shark-skinned thing offered for her to go through her belongings and do with the space as she wished. 

A denial Vi couldn't grapple with had pooled nauseously in her. One he'd had no qualms in laying out to dry.

I will remind you, Silco had said, placid for all its venom, once, by whose request you are here. And he'd stared her down, like a beast waiting to strike: head tilted, eyes inhuman: chloroform polluting the sea-foam of the living one, magma igniting the ore of the dead. 

Nothing but a dull indifference. Bemusement glazed beneath a fanged snarl. 

He didn't see her as a threat, she'd realized. Not as mirrored strength to be wary of, the way Vander had. 

In the path of his leering, she felt like a child. A gutless, gut-twisted kid.

Like a pair of boxing gloves squeezed shamefully behind her back, and her father's glare simmering above her, a finger lifted slowly between them—Don't you leave her alone, again. 

In his image, the words twisted. A different voice. A dead eye. A threat that bastard didn't need to speak.

She'd heard it, all the same.

Give her one reason to regret that choice, and I will see you out, myself.

"Y'know what's funny?" Jinx says, plucking another piece of metal off her knee. Vi's fingers stutter around her hair. "You've got way more in common than you think. Little spit-fire peas in a pod, really—all Zaun this, Fissurefolk that—No pickles in the stew, Jinx; No bombs in the basement, Birdie-blue." Her sister pitters into a snort, piranha-teeth gleam over the shoulder. "It's bonkers. Like I've got two of ya, now."

And Vi pictures him occupying a similar space in this bar, this room, in her sister's own head. Pictures, dreads, refuses the thought of him toiling over a stove, with little Powder's fingertips peeking against the counter: of him standing bland and impatient in the glittering eaves of a Piltie tailor, wrinkling his brow at the colors this girl insisted on piecing together; of him waking to her tear-muddled face at ungodly hours of the morning, as Vi had done so many years before, and groggily flipping back the sheets; of holding her, at all, in a space that never should have been emptied, in the first place.

The thought curdles in her throat.

Six years—nearly seven, now.

Now, her sister speaks about Powder like a dead self. She spends her free hours dancing around that monster's desk. She has nightmares more vile that the ones Vi remembers, that made voices crawl from the walls, the kind that said the nights would never end and that none of them would ever come back, never come back again (and Mom and Dad never did, and Vander was taken from them)—

And still. 

Still, after all of it—after those terrors would send her panicked and shaken into the hall, with Vi's door already cracked and waiting; after the years Vi had cared for her, reassured her, done her best to be the lovely softness that their mother was, that she feared she could never be—Jinx would go to him, first.

Vi squeezes her eyes shut. 

Slowly, the comb picks through another tangle.

"Two of us, huh?" she mutters, a fire in her chest—and denies it.

#picking up this fic again #*finally* finished the opening ahgh #i can't wait to finish this dang thing #all kinds of emotional whump you can expect here: #vi stewing over her memories/regrets of trying to raise powder - and not understanding why jinx has changed so drastically #vi thinking - both fondly and resentfully - of her and powder's father #(and refusing to accept the ways she's beginning to find points of comparison between him and silco) #vi meeting demian the gunsmith (aka silco's on/off fling winkwonk) #sister bonding time over birthday gifts #and emotional crime family shooting lessons #i'll probably cry editing it it'll be a great time #arcane #arcane fanfic #fic excerpt #writing #silco #vi #jinx

[pentacass]

ves and lana politicking

expectation: masterful political maneuvers. ingenious plots and counterplots. two keen intellects at war.

reality: lana Strategically™ distracts ves during dark council meetings by sending post-gym thirst trap photos of herself in the mirror, hem of her racerback bit between her teeth to show her abs

#swtor #vestra lenshe #lana beniko #yzstuff #yzswtor #ves learns her lesson n when lana tries it again she shoots back with photos of herself in lingerie #result: two sith in the council chambers looking inexplicably flushed and angry during a dreary discussion of logistics

[trashendence]

Your tags on this set:

I'm still wrapping my head around it, but there's something about how this whole storyline and Eddie's evolving (?) philosophy about the universe is in conversation with the scene at the equestrian center about choice and the randomness of the universe. Something about Buck's utter determination (for self destruction, alas), no matter what the universe throws at him. That the universe screams, but it doesn't control our fate? That we still have to make our own choices, that we are responsible for who we are. Even if and when terrible things happen to us that we can't control, what matters is how we respond to that trauma.

I just really love the overarching narrative and how this theme about agency vs. the universe - choice vs. fate - are all being told through Eddie, at the moment. How the universe may be screaming at Buck, but you are 100% right: Eddie would believe that the choice is up to Buck. That Buck has to decide what (and who) he wants. But it is funny how this stance is leaving them in this emotional stalemate. Eddie, waiting. Buck, running away, deeper into self-destruction.

Anyway, sorry for rambling in your ask box, but I have feelings and would love to hear more of your thoughts on Buck and Eddie and the Universe.

oh i love this ask! eddie and faith, eddie and fate, buddie and the universe? sign me up every. single. time.

i think you’re definitely on to something with eddie’s evolving philosophy about the universe and charlie’s role in all of it (it’s actually why i think ‘suspicion’ should get all the credit). arguably, charlie and his mum represent a turning point for eddie; a single parent turned rotten, someone eddie trusts on instinct because he sees himself in her, and someone who betrays him and her own son in the end. it’s okay not to believe in a higher power if you can believe in people, but what happens when people are not inherently good? what is the point then?

if there are too many variables to keep track of, where does that leave eddie? eddie, who thought he could prepare for everything in his life and, most importantly, in his death. the binary code he can’t predict but can welcome when it comes. and the one time - the one time - he tries to put an end to a situation he didn’t see coming, he gets shot. the one time he reaches out to those he cared about, they’re dead. he starts wondering what’s the point of everything if it all ends in fire, what’s the point of his abuela collecting debt to say goodbye to his abuelo, what’s the point of mitchell dying when they could have found another way, what’s the point. and the point, i think he’s always instinctively known but is slowly realizing just now, is love.

“our job was always to save the person in front of us. and what happens next? well, we aren’t supposed to know. it got me thinking…about the day you got shot. i almost forgot that wasn’t even our call and it made me wonder if you ever wished we hadn’t saved him,” is what buck tells eddie before letting him know the second chance eddie blindly gave charlie - out of love and nothing else - worked. they didn’t know if it would, and it did. both buck and eddie agree there is nothing to regret, even if it’s random, even if it turns out a mess.

i think eddie accepted then and there that they will never know for certain whether it is all a coincidence or if there’s a bigger picture, but there is one conclusion: you can either listen to the universe and call it love, or scream with your own voice and call it love anyway. just like with ‘suspicion’, it’s about not being defined by what you attract - be it shitty people, natural disasters, unexpected losses -, nor by the cards you’ve been dealt. it’s about eddie being a great dad and still pulling into his orbit the exact opposite, which makes him feel used and stupid but also tells us one more time about his heart and what it desires. it’s about buck being stopped multiple times on the way to his donation and still running to make it work, because that’s what he thinks he desires. and everything is drenched in love; for a son, for an old friend, for the chance to give happiness to someone else. trial and error.

that’s why eddie wouldn’t actually stop buck from doing it; he knows randomness is not the enemy because choice is what matters. but i think buck is not there yet. he frantically looks for a sign, opens his arms to possibilities because in the great numbers reside higher chances, thinks his future is written unless what he needs to change it finds him first. there is very little agency in his ‘yes’, there is so much pain in his running and hoping for the best. eddie ultimately will show him that buck found love actively, organically, effortlessly and yes, also a bit randomly.

it’s truly a great love story story of love.

#because this wasn’t already long enough: ‘we don’t know what happens next’ paired up with the shooting scene is the synthesis of everything. #when dying and *free from the future* - that’s when eddie reaches out to buck and openly seeks him #to ASK if buck is okay. #nothing will come so what’s the point in holding back for fear of the consequences? #free from the future is what buck should try to be too right now #( #the suspicion-equestrian lessons-sperm donation pipeline is the realest thing in my life as of now #) #okay i’m done #iri got asked #thank you for the most amazing ask my friend. always a delight! #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie

[transannabeth]

phantom of manhattan is a truly terrible book in like a thousand different ways but it is peak hilarious for being like “yeah that kid can’t be raoul’s because UMMMMM he got shot in the dick”

#it’s super racist and I think ableist and sexist but DEFINITELY RACIST #but at least it tells you why the phantom knows the kid is his beyond ‘plays piano and sings good’ #his mother is an extremely famous opera singer and I don’t know if piano playing is genetic man. he could’ve gotten lessons. #but now if raoul was shot in the dick— #in the book the kid also is a mechanical genius but again: that can just be how someone is #raoul getting shot in the dick is much more definitive #ALSO ITS SO CAPITALIST ITS WEIRD #sorry found my screenshots from when I skimmed it after the audiobook to find things to send to friends #crazy book. can’t believe they didn’t keep the dick shooting for the show #not pjo #chitter chatter #lnd #love never dies #poto #what are my tags…. #tea reads tag #(yes I have the scene where raoul gets shot if you want it)

[glimblshanks]

Sometimes I read Spirk fanfics and have to stop part way like "ah... you did watch Star Trek, but you did not understand Star Trek"

#Star Trek #tos #ds9 #star trek voyager #tng #Like I just read a fic where all of the villain species where described as being bad because they were ugly?? #And I don't think a single diplomatic negotiation tool place at any point #the crew was just like #You're ugly so we're shooting you now #and all I could think was just #no #no Captain Kirk would not do that #Did you even pay attention to the social lessons on these shows? #do you understand how to interpret themes? #spirk #james t kirk #spock

[zeb-z]

People complaining about Star Wars shows being too slow, too much filler, like ok why don’t you just not watch? Log off Twitter?

If you can’t see any of the importance of the episodes that don’t have firefights and explosions every five fucking seconds, and complain there’s no story when the plot flies right over your head, that’s not everyone else’s problem. Yes the beginning of Andor takes a while to swing into things, and there’s many reasons for it. I frankly don’t even understand the complaints around the Bad Batch because each episode is far more obvious in its intents and still very exciting. How did any of you watch The Clone Wars?????

No one cares that you think the episodes not involving direct conflict with the Empire are boring. You’re boring. Gain some sort of common sense and think critically about the storytelling before you complain that there is none :)

#sorry luke skywalker isn’t there to hand feed you the plot and symbolism and lessons you’re meant to take away! #this is mostly happening on twt but I’m complaining here it’s my god given right #stop saying this last episode was filler! they got their ship back omega has a lesson of what home is to others and that injustice can #happen anywhere. power imbalances and greed and unjust actions. there’s also those who can step in and help fight it #like sitting at thanksgiving talking about Andor with my uncle and he’s like ‘it was just soooo slow starting out’ and I was like ????? huh? #i get that stuff like Andor or some episodes of tbb don’t appeal to everyone. complain away whatever. I’m talking about people who say that #it’s just filler or that there’s no story so it’s boring. like huh???? #also filler is such an overused and misused term. episodes where there isn’t huge direct conflict with large plot points aren’t just filler #meet the characters explore their relationship there’s story there there’s often more than that even #it’s their first real battle without echo! there’s meaning behind this! sorry you don’t get dramatic empire villains and huge heroic shots #which even then you do! hunter in the big fuckin exhaust pipe! hunter barely saving omega! tech and wrecker shooting the droids! #anyways that’s my opinion ✌️😘 #tbb #sw #the bad batch spoilers #z speaks #not gonna tag this as anything else because it’s not my silly little analysis it’s just me complaining

[do-i-look-like-a-doctor]

small headcanon that chris from until dawn is actually chris hackett in the quarry which would mean that the whole quarry thing would be way in the future, would give more depth as to why he was upset about the van breaking, and it would make him absolutely un-fearing of the werewolf thing but also more sensitive to the topic of curses in general

Ryan: So… why aren’t you freaked out by your curse, Mr. H?

Chris/Mr. H: Werewolves are fluffy. Wendigo’s in Alberta are not. That’s why.

Ryan: Wendigo’s? Alberta?

Chris/Mr. H: Don’t bring up wendigo’s or Alberta in my office

Ryan: You brought it first-

#the quarry headcanons #ryan ezrahler #the quarry chris #the quarry ryan #the quarry #chris hackett #until dawn #chris until dawn #this would also lowkey mean the whole until dawn crew is just #around while this is happening #emily would get bit for real this time but mike doesn’t try to shoot her cuz he learned his lesson

[mirrorfalls]

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#I guess I shouldn't shoot off about these things when I never studied political science in-depth #But I find it oddly impressive that nobody's (yet) come out and said #That they consider Trump the... not lesser but more preferable of two evils #*Because* he'll fuck up the USA on top of all the other countries #Which has its own appeal for those who think America is already too far gone (was *born* too far gone) and the only justice is its death #This was - for better or worse - the lesson most people take from World War II #(Not exclusively liberal or conservative *or* Western) #That a country with a long enough rap sheet can't be internally reformed - only burned to the ground and rebuilt externally #(There was a limited version of the sentiment floating around at the start of Covid I think) #(Where people called the body count and Trump's bungling response to it America/capitalism's just deserts) #(I guess they cut that out right quick) #... anyway I'm not too sure why I started writing this #Maybe because I find it headscratchy that every anti-Trump post on here talks about his malice and his incompetence in the same breath #When these two things have basically opposite pulls on the far-leftists that are (supposedly) so crucial to Biden winning #'What is good for the Democratic Party is good for America' is already a shaky sell to people who aren't lifelong Blue voters #'What is good for America is good for the world' - you try that one at your own peril