#stop being a racist pig

[djwaglmuffin]

Dear not-Black artists:

DO. BETTER.

#Art #Black artists #Black characters #stop being a racist pig #Black people deserve better #WAY better #holy shit #artists #artists on tumblr #Youtube #Kooleen #wow #what a racist shithead

[malewgtfstories]

Chub…

** Warning Contains Racism ** (the racist gets what he deserves 😉😉😉) The beginning of a new school year was meant to be a time to catch up with your friends and learn new things. But to many others, it was a time to show off their rocking hot new body. Many people slaved away in the gym just for the aesthetics of it. That was the case for Greg. He had been working on his abs all summer and was excited to show them off.

Greg was known to be an entitled racist white boy who hated all the Hispanics at his school. He hated them with a burning passion always bullying one when he had the opportunity. He hated how hairy they were. They hated their curly hair, their loudness, their protruding stuffed bellies, he hated how lazy they were, and how dumb they were. He hated it all. The only thing he liked about them was their conservative views. As the school year started, he knew he had to face the people he hated the most. His worst nightmare had just begun. He stepped onto the school bus with the hope that one of the people on the bus would be white. To his dismay, he saw only shades of brown in the bus. He hated every second he was on the bus. As the bus hit the brakes opened to doors to let students out Greg was the first to leave. He pushed all the Hispanic kids out of his way. Little did he know he had pushed the wrong kid. A new kid who seemed to appear out of nowhere. His name was Juan, and he was notorious for being lazy, dumb, hairy, and most importantly fat. Every quality Greg hated.

Greg buried to his first class where he sat with his best friend Jack the best QB of their high school. He shared the same opinions as Greg did. Greg took up most of their first period venting about how much he hated the "fat illegal slobs" that attended his school. Jack agreed. Through all their anger they didn't realize that Juan was in their class ears-doping their conversation. He had a little plan for Greg and knew what to do.

Later that day,

With lunch approaching Greg was starving and wanted something to eat. Juan knew this and set his plan into action. Greg was stuck with the hard question of choosing between a PB&J or a pizza. Greg chose a pizza and found his seat at an empty table. Juan waddled his way to him. Greg noticed him and rolled his eyes as he felt the table groan when Juan sat down. Juan stared deep into Greg's eyes. This pissed off Greg and told him "What do you want you fat dirty Mexican pig?" "Nothing much", replied to Juan. "If that's it get lost. I don't want you to steal my food". "Well, I came to offer you something. It's really good I promise". "Ughhhhh. Ok, but you better leave after" a long pause "Well? what is it?" "Well if you insist." Juan pulls out a big juicy taco. When Greg laid his eyes on the taco, he knew something was off. He felt his stomach churn. A sudden wave of fear came over him. He rejected the offer. But Juan told him "If you want me to leave you have to eat it. Every single bite". With fear and his lip trembling, he took the first bite. It was an explosion of taste. His taste buds were in haven. He loved the mixture of salty and spicy. He took another bite and then it was all gone. He was hypnotized by the taste. He thirsted for more. As soon as he began to eat it, it quickly finished. He looked at Juan with hunger in his eyes and asked for more. Juan quickly complied and gave him taco after taco. With each one hitting his taste buds his skin began to itch. His straight blond hair quickly began to darken, and they twirled and began to curl. His once smooth face began to grow dark hairs. Leaving looking years older. He was aware of his transformation, but he couldn't stop eating the tacos. Next up was his stomach which slowly inflated with pounds of fat. He never had love handles but they appeared as a result of his metamorphosis. His legs plumed up with lard. Leaving his thighs to constantly rub off against each other. His gut grew bigger and bigger leaving him to not be able to his feet much less his dick. Talking about his dick it was now cushioned with a layer of fat making it seem smaller than it was, but on the plus side, his little member seemed to grow thicker than it was a few minutes ago. The last portion of his rebirth was his brain it lost all its knowledge leaving him with an IQ score of 65. This transformation also morphed the world around him. The previous life of Greg was erased from existence. He now had parents who were bigger than he was and constantly wanted him to grow into a real Mexican. Greg was no more the one who took his place was Edgard. The funny part is Edgard didn't know Greg existed either, but deep down in the back of his consciousness existed a fragment of Greg stuck in the body of his worst nightmare. Juan looked into the now dumbed-down Edgard and told him with a chuckle "You made fun of me and called me a fat dirty Mexican pig. Well, you should look at the mirror porker". Edgard didn't care what he said after all the only thing he cared about was to fill the void in his stomach. Juan than vanished waiting to get his next victim. Leaving Edgard to live his life off gorging himself.

#race tf #permanent tf #fat gain tf #male tf #male weight gain stories #thin to chunky #bearification

[tunnelofphriendship]

on phandom whiteness, race and stereotypes

I've been meaning to make this post for a while. I have never been very active in this fandom space, and part of that has been due to a discomfort I have felt that i have never felt i could discuss openly. So while I want to be a part of this phandom, I need to adress the elephant in the room and I want this sideblog I created to be a space where others like me can feel safe to voice their feelings and thoughts.

To preface this, I am not looking to "cancel" dan and phil. I just want to talk about my experiences both as a hardcore phan for years, and as someone who deviates from the usual dnp fan: I'm not a white person from Europe, US, Canada.

To put it bluntly, some of their videos are extremely hard to watch and enjoy and it makes me feel alienated when no one talks about it. There is no media without "problematic" elements, but I feel like in other fandom spaces people at least talk about elements worth questioning because they may be offensive or ignorant.* And yet dan and phil are hailed as "unproblematic kings" when this is not the case at all, and it's hard to bring up how I feel.

I'm not looking to make a comprehensive list of everything they've said, but I will talk about a few examples to illustrate what I mean.

Sexy Internet Dating (1:59-2:03)

d: whats yo name

p: i like how the guinea pig is now a sassy black woman

A Day in the Life of Phil and Dan! (3:58-4:03)

p: Suncream d: suncream for your albino face p: yea d: i don't need it because i'm already black

Does anyone remember the Mexican Dan thing? He seems to have deleted most of the things associated with that period where he was tan and "jokingly" fancied himself a different race because of it but this little window to that time remains in one of the most beloved videos of all time. Can you see how this might be hard to watch? When even the most iconic videos they've made are sprinkled with little instances of ignorant comments like this?

And let me be clear, I know this was ages ago. I'm aware they might have grown and changed. What really gets to me is how nobody in the phandom ever talks about these moments. It makes me really lonely and disappointed that everyone turns a blind eye to things that might tarnish the image of their faves.

Like for example, the pewdiepie situation. I'm not going to discuss everything he did and said. But imagine how it might feel as a non-white fan to want to rewatch old dnpgames videos and find that they kept their videos with him up all this time:

They were clearly quite friendly with F*lix. Besides these videos, Felix is also casually mentioned in some of their videos and livestreams from the time before he was "cancelled" (more on that later). But did they ever say anything condemning his actions? I think that given how they had collaborated and were friends, I would expect them to say SOMETHING rather than just never speak on the matter (as far as I know, the closest they got to this was in a liveshow where dan said he had had "a conversation" with felix in a way that implied he disapproved of his actions.) Or at the very very least, is it really that hard to delete a video? They have deleted old videos for a variety of reasons. How is collabing with a known racist not reason enough to go through the trouble of deleting a video? But deleting other videos just because they're a bit"cringey" is worth that time?

I just wonder how regretful they really are at having been friends and collaborators with him. In fact, part of me wonders if they are still friends behind the scenes. If this is ever confirmed btw, that will cause me to stop watching them forever. And they might still be friends in their little white circle for all we know. After all dan and phil are long time friends of KickthePj. And PJ is STILL friends with pewdiepie.

Now, besides PJ being dnp's friend and having once been part of the phantastic foursome, I don't care much for his content except for when dan and phil have been featured (lol sorry not sorry). And this might be the case for many of you as well! But some of you ARE avid kickthepj fans and decided to ignore the fact that he uploaded a video with pewdiepie last month. There is no plausible deniability here anymore. Despite the harms pewdiepie has done in internet spaces--and how that extends to real life--NOBODY said anything about how kickthepj doesn't care enough (or at all) to simply NOT make a video with pewdiepie.

It's staggering to me that no one cares. It's shocking to me that in these videos i've mentioned, you go to the comment section and everyone will be happily enjoying the video with no mention of these things.

Is this what being "cancelled" looks like? It seems to me like with the passage of time, Pewdiepie and his friends and followers just want to sweep it all under the rug. How is it that the internet will tear a man to shreds for plagiarism but then find it in themselves to excuse racism?

Why does no one care? Is it because this space is overwhelmingly white? I think so. I think it's a conscious choice to turn a blind eye when it's convenient. So I just wanted to make this post to say that if you ever feel alienated by the white ignorance of dnp or their circle of their fans, then you can come talk to me and I won't ignore you.

I want to be a part of this phandom, I really love dan and phil, but I'm not going to "stan" them. I'm not going to make excuses for them. And I'm not going to keep quiet just so I can be a part of this fandom without making the vast majority of white fans uncomfortable.

*I'm thinking of my experiences in the supernatural fandom. (Although, i'm not saying it's perfect. There are certainly a number of fics that have made me feel very disappointed inthe creator for falling into the trap of racial stereotypes in OCs and stuff like that, and despite that so many people enjoy it and include it in rec lists.)

#dnp #phan #dan and phil #also lol follow me! im a new sideblog #kickthepj

[silent-raven13]

Punkflower thought

One of the things I don't see people talking about Hobie and Miles is one of their biggest arguments (most heated ones) is about Cops.

Yeah, we mention on here about Hobie making back handed comments toward Jeff or say things about Pigs. (Which is completely fair for him to act out and feel a certain way especially in his world cops are trash)

But one thing I realized is Miles' view of the police is waaaa-aaayyy different than Hobie's view on them.

We really don't talk about it much, but we do know Miles' knows he's a black teenager that had been stop by cops (in the comic books, I forgot which one was it). But from my memory I remember Miles being surprised (bc he was dressed as Spider-man) two cops stop him being happy to see him (as Spider-Man) and he was surprised he was met with cops that were happy to see him. (because he mentions he's normally stop by the cops for being a black teenager)

Now, in my fanfics on Punkflower, they rarely have fights or arguments. And we see Miles through out the movie, he's an easy guy to deal with, or he rarely gets mad (I'm sure if you pissed him off, you don't want to mess him) But normally, he's a chill guy, always forgiving and reasonable.

Then you got Hobie, who's laid back, always joking around, and prefers to make Miles see the truth (Going back to the scene he tries to defend/protect Miles from going to Spider Society).

Now present time (meaning they got together, Miles prove them wrong and all is great) The two rarely fight or argues, until Hobie makes comments about Jeff or about cops.

Miles can handle his boyfriend's words from time to time, but one times let say, Hobie slips out his true feelings about them.

Hobie: Man, fucking pigs. They are still wreaking havoc on the innocent. pfft, figures. This is why we should have no problem killing them off.

Miles: Wait? whoa, pause! Hobie, my dad is a cop, remember?

Hobie: Yeah, so? He fail his part.

Miles: Hobie, it's not that easy. There are some good cops out there that's trying to protect and-

Hobie looking at his boyfriend being super offended: Protect? GOOD? Sunflower, are you hearing yourself? They are fucking pigs! They only protect the privilege!

You can figure out where this leads. Now, many would say Miles would view the same thing as Hobie because he seen police brutality. But I don't think that's the case. Miles grew up with a father who's a cop, and became Chief of police, not to mention he sees how his dad is a good man. Jeff always trying to do right, fix the problem, do his part as the police. Not to mention, Miles probably met all of Jeff's friends from the force. All cops, a mix of bad and good cops, so Miles sees good man, husband, fathers are trying to make a living, and do right in this world. So Miles is stuck in the middle seeing both sides of the situation, he understand that the system is flawed, but he sees there are good cops out there. His dad is one, and he's trying.

For Hobie, he dealt with enough police brutality knowing the system will never change, especially having "good" cops. He sees how they fail to do anything, because they don't help change or fix anything. They continue to allow bad or corrupt racist ass cops to beat on black people without no punishment what's so ever. For him, it's a system that needs to be teared down and rebuild. It's something he strongly believes.

Thus, a heated conversation between the two. Both of their reasons are valid and it's a very sensitive topic to bring up.

#punkflower #hobie brown #miles morales #across the spider verse #spiderman #spider verse #fanfic

[ae-neon]

the Viper Queen and the Meat Market

I wanna mention all the problems I picked up (so far) mind you these are just mental connections I have made from my own knowledge, I am not an expert nor have I gotten the chance to do any serious research

This is not in depth mostly because it would be a hassle getting all sources, texts and pictures together with my current setup (so please look up it up for yourself if you want to understand/know more)

This is not that long I just put a cut for scrolling convenience

First and foremost is the racist Dragon Lady stereotype. Sjm has already used this stereotype for three of her east Asian characters: Amren, Manon and now this Viper Queen

Second is the idea of the Meat Market itself, being this cramped, lawless place. This plays into stereotypes about spaces of certain ethnicities as lawless zones outside of the order and normalcy of the rest of the surrounding area. In particular this reminds me of Chinatowns - places that were intentionally set up and segregated by white people so that they would not have to live and work beside Asian populations. Sjm makes the mention that "even Micah and the angels had no jurisdiction there" 🙄 like please 😒 the racism is actually detrimental to her world building cause now I know all the human rebels have to do to scare the angels is be "foreign"

Second is the introduction to the Meat Market. It's first mentioned early on as a sort of red light district. Harkoning back to real life sex tourism popular among western men and targeted at poc, but especially Asian women. Things like this have its roots in colonialism and the vulnerability of women and children in wartime.

The first glimpse we have of the Meat Market Bryce stops to observe food being delivered and remarks on strange food and feeling sympathy for the seemingly sad crustaceans who are to be eaten. Rich coming from someone who owns a sentient pet she cannot communicate with despite knowing it does speak. This again plays into some orientalism and the discrimination some western people have towards traditional food from other cultures. Eg the stigma against eating things like dogs because they find it cruel but are okay with intelligent animals like pigs and octopi getting eaten. I'm not saying eat dogs but did you stop to learn that the practice started after colonial forces starved the native population? Would it really matter even if it didn't? Why should food be understood by the west to be deemed acceptable?

The general state of the Meat Market being a place of vice also leans into the history of opium dens. Long story short the British wanted to take advantage of the Chinese so they got them addicted to drugs and it was horrible. Please look more into this. No doubt it was a bit of the inspiration for how white America introduced crack into African American communities to tear them apart from the inside.

This is all for now as I basically stopped in the beginning of chapter 18.

#anti crescent city #anti sjm #ccity hoeab

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/744363402559995904/reading-the-anon-abt-the-doll-hobby-not-having#notes

More BJD wank.

People using alcohol markers on their dolls. Just... don't.... don't do that. Also, people complaining that the alcohol marker doesn't wash off the doll anymore. Yeah, who'd have guessed that using alcohold markers on a highly porous material would end up not being removable. Also, don't use oils. Do not use any paint strippers that contain oil. And only use water soluble glue.

People who sell some of the most beat up looking dolls, chewed limbs, broken pieces, yellowed to hell and back. And then expect $$$ and even more than full price of a new doll. Generally it's not particularly offensive, but by the Gods if it doesn't get obnoxious when someone starts whining that nobody wants to buy their trash heap.

The fujoshi discussion was also quite ripe. It's no secret that probably 80%+ of the regular BJD hobby is women, and a lot of those women like men. The fujoshi discussion gets brought up ever few months? Years? And it's stupid every time. I remember the most recent incident being started again by a transman who took special offence to the large amount of M/M doll couples, and started getting angry when people dismissed his very misogynistic reasons as to why it's bad. Then tried to flip it around to homophobia and transphobia against him specifically, when all the people just told him to stop treating fujoshi as an insult and blah blah, you know the drill. People didn't buy it that he didn't just wanna admit defeat, but it kinda fizzled out when some other trans people entered the discussion, and some gay/bi men who also said that this was a stupid discourse. Also a few pretty heartfelt experiences by women explaining why they preferred male dolls over female dolls.

"Put a trigger warning on your amputee doll characters." Not a big discourse, but a few people talked about how they had gotten comments or DMs about tagging their dolls who represent amputees with trigger warnings. General consensus was "Fuck those people." To make this extra clear, these were just amputee characters, not horror or gore.

Did I mention Nazi dolls? Because there has been several rounds of drama around Nazi dolls. Most people agree that Nazi dolls, aka full Nazi uniform with the armband are a huge fucking no-go.... BUT, some people try to argue that "Well if you depict the doll as a disgusting pig wearing a Nazi uniform..." Yeah, that was a long wank session.

The honestly kinda an pointless argument about "Are you racist if your dark resin doll face-ups look ass?" The argument is basically around dolls with dark resin tones who receive... unfortunate face-ups. The issue here is that in many cases the people getting called racist are really just bad at doing face-ups, which is especially hard on dark resins because it's hard to layer colors without it looking ass if you don't know what you're doing, and the main medium is just pastel chalks. Combine that with sealants that might leave behind a whiteish sheen with the topcoat, and you end up with a real ashy dusty looking mess. While we're on face-ups, generally a lot of face-ups just objectively look like ass when you're not a professional face-up artist. It's just what happens when you don't know what you're doing and still learning, because you don't wanna spend $$$ on sending it to an actual artist. It's really fucking hard layering colors, and then painting over it to get details when you're just not that experienced yet.

Also thanks to the one person in my last anon mentioning "Dollshe" and his wait times: Dollshe is a doll maker who's infamous for his year long wait times, and constant "sales." Apparently the dude bought himself a big fancy car, while people were still waiting for their dolls. Some wait times have exceeded half a decade. Guess what though! People still decided to take the chance. He's apparently closed shop now, and there are probably high double or low triple digits of people who haven't gotten their dolls yet. Not sure what his average price point is/was, but a quick check, the front page is filled with dolls starting at 800 going up. (So like 700-1 500) https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/744582859159945216/744363402559995904reading-the-anon-abt-the-doll-h#notes Also, yes, Anon is 100% correct. Smartdolls are basically just considered "honorary" BJD's because they fall under the same idea as the VOLKs dolfie dreams, and their creator just copied the idea. But generally, most people wouldn't refer to SMD's when speaking about BJDs, unless specified. Since they are vinyl you do not have the same artistic freedom as you have with resin dolls, which you can customize heavily with various mediums. They also aren't as available for custom face-ups, and apparently the creator has a bit of an ego problem when it comes to that as well. Another piece of drama: The joints of these dolls are internal skeletons as already explained. The problem a lot of people faced is that the joints would break quickly during posing. Under normal circumstances you'd maybe assume you could get some customer service to replace the broken joint, or at least be able to buy one for free. WRONG. You had(have?) to buy the entire skeleton just to replace one broken joint. I also think there was a time where you couldn't even get a replacement skeleton, and were left with a broken doll. Fun fact: Originally the "Smartdolls" were also supposed to be robotic, that's what the "Smart" originally referred to. That then got downgraded to a concept doll that got a bit of automated head shaking and limb moving, which then ended up with the creator backtracking and claiming "Smart" stood for "Social media art doll." Also, while we're at it, he also made a cochlear implant disability device for his dolls. A pretty significant amount of HOH/Dead-BJD people criticized the inclusion of said device because of some medical issues of it. And guess what! Banhammer. I also re-checked the story of the disabled person who got banned, and then made the creator post a "They aren't made for disabled people." The doll the disabled person struggled with was a male doll, but because the male dolls were so rare, they didn't have a male skeleton, but the female standard. Meaning the skeleton inside the male doll shell was female, and the skeleton didn't properly match up with the vinyl male-doll shell. Which was one of the main reason they struggled so badly to reattach the limbs. Bonus story: The creator has a real culty following, he has/had joined a few facebook groups around smartdolls. Apparently people noticed a pattern that he'd throw random tantrums in the groups, leave, and then the entire group had to grovel and praise him to get him to rejoin.

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[lordofhunger47]

So, About the Jack Bright controversy...

The Bright drama got so stupid.

Did Rick and Morty get canceled when Justin was revealed with a domestic felony or people demanded it's cancellation? Did Lovecraft's mythos get erased because the original creator was a disturbed xenophobia? Did JK Rowling being a transphobic stopped people from enjoying Hogwart Legacy? Were Charlie Chaplin movies had the character replaced by some dude because the real life Charlie Chaplin was a womanizer pig? Did the fact that some cartoons like Danny Phantom and Dilbert were made by racists or pedos so as plently anime brands like Kenshin stopped people from looking at them fondly? No, like it or not plenty of works were made by assholes and art shouldn't be subjected to the furnace just because the maker of it happened to be jackass, otherwise what's even the point of art?

By that logic then half of every work of fiction or art ever made should be erased, anything else that's just plain hypocrisy nothing more, besides by the stupid change name all you will do is reminding people and adding more fuel to the fire. You aren't letting the wound heal itself, you are only gaping it.

By the way, Name or not It's literally still just Bright but they're slapping a new name tag on him and calling it a day. That's what makes it stupid, on top of the other reasons I mentioned. Katkus, the guy who's changing Bright's name in all the stories he's written, literally just said and I quote; "In his place, I offer you Dr. Elias Shaw, a wild Foundation doctor cursed to wear SCP-963. Any similarities to other characters, living or dead, is purely coincidental."

There's no effort in that change. It's not even a different character, it's literally just freaking Jack Bright swapping a name tag with someone. IF there was some kind of rewrite of Bright's character then maybe, MAYBE I could understand and respect the decision. But they changed nothing. They just hit CTRL+F and swapped out Bright with Shaw. Everyone knows who Bright is, everyone who reads the name "Elias Shaw" is going to say "Oh so this is Bright". It literally accomplishes nothing. If you wanted to "erase" Bright from future Foundation lore, make a new character to take his place.

And like it or not, plently tales about Jack Bright were NOT made by the adminmotherfucker and the character is an intergal part of the SCP mythos, you want to rename or erase the character from your stories? Then do it! Your stories your rule! but remember, everyone have every right to use the character so don't even think about dragging others to your level and go "oh! You mysgonist toxic pervet! You don't care about anyone!" Like a fucking Velma karen from twitter otherwise you are no better than the motherfucker you claim to hate!

I. HAVE. SPOKEN!

Edit:by the way, almost all Bright's lore was made by hundreds of authors, the admin jackass piece of shit just happened to role invented his name so no one can claim ownership on Jack.

#scp #scp foundation #dr bright #jack bright #scp universe

[theliterarywolf]

While looking up the Skull girls discussion on Twitter, I saw Zone saying that they were okay with potentially being removed from the game. It's kinda sad that people are okay with sexual things being censored as censorship doesn't stop at just "panty shots." I also saw the new image they're using for BB's backstory & they've kept the cop that looks like a pig so the change feels pointless. Skullgirls also has mobile game so I wouldn't be surprised if visa/master card had a part in it. I won't be surprised if they remove some of the color pallettes that change the character's skin tones in the future (e.g. the Ragyō Kiryūin Eliza or some of the original pallets for Filia and Parasol that give them darker skin).

Anonymous asked: God, its Dead or Alive 6 all over again.

See, and here's the thing: I would actually be fine with them removing the panty shots. And I'm not upset at the age-adjustments, either.

I just don't understand them removing/adjusting character backstories or allegiances because it's a sign of shallow non-action at best and ironically shows a lack of agency on the behalf of the developers at worst (i.e.: Why remove those aspects when the better move would be to address why they're important to the game's plot and setting in the first place?)

There's a reason why, bring in a tagential example, people celebrated Warner Bros.' handling of their old, racist cartoons (explaining historical context and shifting social attitudes) vs. how Disney (originally) just removed them and tried to pretend they never made them.

[autistic-and-radical]

I hate when people - mostly Americans - feel like they have the right to shit on Slavs just because we're white. (Which is not true btw, I know a lot of POC Slavs).

Like, yeah our countries are a bit behind, you know why?! BECAUSE WEST NEVER BOTHERED TO HELP US, THEY ONLY EXPLOITED US.

Yeah, some of us live in horrible conditions without running water and bathroom in the house. Why? Because even now no one bothers to help them.

Yeah, many Slavs don't like foreigners. Why? Because of generational trauma that happened less than 80 years ago.

Yeah, many Slavs are uneducated because they didn't have the opportunity to get proper education.

But we're not primitive subhumans as many treat us. We're not inferior.

And when we speak up about our issues, when we want to educate others so they stop harming us with stupid stereotypes, WHEN WE DEMAND BASIC RESPECT FOR A HUMAN BEING

What happens then?

We're called delusional. We're being said that "we just want to steal attention from actual problems because we're all racist pigs", we're being told that our issues aren't that big, right? We're white, so we have sooo many privileges, we definitely weren't oppressed throughout the centuries

Rant over

#tw: rant #rant #slavic #slav #Eastern European #eastern Europe #slav issues #slavophobia #poland #slavs #anti slavic sentiments #anti slavic

[saturrnss]

—-HOBIE’S CANON EVENT (headcanon)—-

Warnings: violent death, daddy issues, mentions of police brutality and underaged drinking, mentions of police corruption

A/n: I’m pulling this straight out of my ass cheeks so do with that what you will. And also I know London banned guns but I’m the writer so I can do anything

😁

.hobie never likes to talk about his canon event, only Miguel and Gwen know about it, and he will literally kill anyone who tries to bring it up.

•••

Lieutenant James Campbell was the worst cop on the London police force.

He was mean, cruel and nasty.

So many innocent people went to jail for a long time because of him and so many abusers and Murderers got out because their lawyers paid him.

He didn’t care for any of the citizens, he was so bad that it was the start of hobie’s long term hatred for cops

But some how, someway. His father- Officer Daniel brown was friends with him.

“I’ve known him since kindergarten, he's not be that bad”

His father used to say whenever hobie tried to bring his cruelty up or make side eye him when he was around.

Hobie never understood it. “How could you let that pig around here!?” “Not even turn ‘em in?!” He thought to himself.

One day, a couple of months after he got bit, he got into an argument which he started after he cussed James out which made him storm off.

“I can believe you defend that fucking clown!!” He yelled. “Clam down“ his father softly but sternly replied with. “I’m not gonna calm down! You willingly jerk those guys off like they’re gonna see you any differently!’’

“I don’t know those people that you hang out with, but I can see the number they did on you” Daniel says, fixing his tie at the kitchen counter and putting his police hat on.

“Don’t bring them into this!’’ He said being even more enraged at the fact that he was basically being ignored.

His father stepped away from the counter and went toward the door of the apartment, but hobie still wasn’t gonna let it go.

“No wonder mom left you, I wouldn’t wanna be with such a cunt either.”

He stopped in his tracks.

“….what did you say?” Daniel said without moving a muscle.

And before hobie could repeat it again his father jumped at him from across the room, forcing him against the wall by his shirt.

“Speak on her again in that way! Speak!!!” He yelled right in his face, spit getting all over.

And for the first time, he didn’t comply.

He would never admit it, but that was the first time, in years, that he felt like he pushed-too far.

His father dropped him and walked away from him, sucking his anger back into him and straightening himself up.

The sheer fear, that hobie felt a few moments ago is a feeling that he would never feel again in his lifetime.

He dad takes a deep breath. “I never wanted to be a cop.” Hobie looks up, confused as to what his father was saying.

“When I was younger me and my mates used to get into a lot of trouble with them,” he says. "but as I grew up, I realized that making a difference isn't just running around, high and confused, it’s about working inside the system. It might not look like it but I have to be very, careful with the power I have now."

He gets his jacket. "One less racist cop at a time." he stops again. "I'm not mad at you, Hobart. You're a young black trying to figure it all out," "but there's just some ways you go about it."

He opens the door and looks back one final time.

"I love you."

Hobie doesn't say anything.

He tries to wait for a couple of seconds, hobie usually breaks the silence with a response but this time he doesn't.

".....I just hope you know that."

He leaves.

And hobie is left there, silent.

•••

Later that night, he got shit-faced with his mates Pic and Scabs at this random punk bar they found. The screeching sound of guitars and the audience screaming was so loud that you could barely hear yourself think.

The smell was awful too but you got used to it after a while.

He stumbled out of the place after a couple of hours and puked into the nearest trash can he could find. Everything was so fuzzy, the longest he could go walking in a straight line was a few seconds at most.

But then, while he was trying to find some essence of soberness, blinking red and blue emergency trucks dart passed him on the street- police cars follow.

He usually wouldn't care about things like that but something in his mind was telling him.

"Follow''

So he did.

Part of him still wishes he never listened.

He didn’t really need to run that far since the scene was happening a couple feet away from him. When he got there it was so many people in front of him but it didn’t bother him that much since he was tall as hell.

The body was already covered so he only saw the blood continuing to leak out of it but it was already enough to make his stomach drop.

Something about it was -off- to him, so he pushed through the crowd, and lifted the cover.

And there it was.

His dad laying face first on the ground, multiple stab wounds to his head, brain matter splattered. Hobie was frozen, his face was like stone, he tried to hold back his tears but before he knew it they were filling his eyes and rolling down his cheeks, making his vision blurry even more-so.

“Sir.” A random policeman says, he doesn’t hear. “Sir,” he snaps his fingers in hobie’s face, this time the punk notices him but he just doesn’t care.

“Sir I’m gonna have to ask you to leav-“ the officer says and starts to put his hand on hobie’s shoulder but he instinctively pushes him away. Sooner or later more cops circle around him as he refuses to move away from the body. But before a fight could break out, voice comes out from behind them.

“He’s with me.” The officers stop and stand up straight to hobie’s confusion. He turned around to see the devil himself- lieutenant James, in all his prick-ish glory.

“I think you all should leave.” He says, forcing the officers to leave you alone, still side eyeing the punk while walking away.

For a short while there was silence, just a moment of taking in what was now reality, then James decided to break the ice. “..Sorry..son” he puts his hand on his back which makes both of them cringe to the heaviest degree.

They watch the paramedics put his body on a stretcher and lift him up onto the back of the ambulance but even that wasn’t an emotional moment due to thick air of tension created.

He runs off to get inside the vehicle before they close the door, escaping the awkwardness and into an equally dreadful but weirdly calming environment.

The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity, all he could do was hold his dad’s hand, watching the paramedics trying to save a lost cause.

They got to the Emergency room and rolled the officer away, leaving hobie there, alone, with only himself to comfort.

Later, while hobie was sitting in a waiting chair, trying to distract himself with whatever crappy American sitcom they aired on late night television, a doctor in a long white coat and round glasses approached him.

“You must be Officer Brown’s son.” The doctor says “what of it?” Hobie tries to say in his usual dismissive tone but this time, he can’t bring himself to commit fully.

“…..he was too far gone.” Hobie closes his eyes and sighs, he thought he mentally prepared for it but hearing someone say it was like it cemented itself into reality.

“If you would like,” the doctor said with pity in their voice. “You could come to the room to have one last moment with him.” He hesitated at first but then picked himself up walked to the room with the doctor.

When he entered the room it was a cold and sterile atmosphere, felt like one of those liminal spaces. The colors of the room were almost sickly, everything about it wasn’t right, the only thing that grounded it in reality was the body laying flat in the middle of the room.

The doctor quietly excused themself out of the room and shut the door. Hobie walked to the side of the body and practically just dropped on his father- and cried.

Cried hard. It almost felt like he was a 5 year old again, sitting on his dad’s lap wailing because he broke his arm, but this time he doesn’t feel a warm embrace, the reassurance and comfort of a parental figure.

All he feels is just a cold hand. Lifelessness.

No one to tell him it was gonna be all okay.

Nothing was there anymore.

He barley even remembers the funeral, all he can recount is James, his supposed “best friend” looking bored and laughing up a storm with people.

The case for his dad closed after about 3 months no matter how hard Hobie fought for it to say open.

He couldn’t keep up with rent so he got evicted.

The only option was to stay with his absent mom or James, and no way in hell was that happening.

He found an abandoned warehouse and decorated it to his liking. It’s not like he was depressed or anything but everything just went- numb for a little while.

On rare occasions he felt emotion, but it went away after a few seconds.

Life felt more like a really bad fever dream now.

If you could even call it a dream.

•••

Months after that, he was sleeping on a friend’s couch when the friend, Rob frantically woke him.

“Wake the fuck up Hobbs!!” Rob quietly yells in a panic. “What?!” He says, sitting up dazed. Rob paces back and forth.

"Scabs got merked!!" hobie's mind didn't register it at first. “…huh?" “Scab’s is dead mate!” It still doesn’t compute. “….what?” He says in an uncharacteristically dumbfounded tone. “Do I have to spell it out for you dumbass he is not with us anymore!!”

Then when it finally clicks, the only words he can muster out is

“....who killed him?" he asks but Rob didn't hear it, still pacing and talking to himself. It took hobie to get up and grab Rob by his jacket for him to finally get a straight answer."

"Who. Killed. Him?" He says slowly. "That cunt lieutenant said he had drugs on him when he doesn't even drink. One thing lead to another and he got shot."

His face drops.

At first, he was even more lost, and confused. He sat back down and put his hand into his palms. Then, it was like someone poured boiling water one him to wake up.

For the first time, in a long time, an emotion finally stuck with him.

Rage.

Blind. Rage.

He quickly went to get his guitar and his suit and quickly went toward the door. “Where yo-” hobie had already shut the door before his friend could finish the question.

He changed on the rooftop of the building and swung into the night.

He didn’t even know where that cunt was, all he knew was that he had to do something. Something that would make him feel the pain and numbness that he felt.

And the only way he knew how to do that was by Revenge.

He finally got to the lieutenant’s house- a modest, 2-bedroom house. He didn't have any children, he got divorced rather quickly before he could.

He got in through the window. It was pitch black and he couldn't feel anyone in the house so he walked up to the front door and waited.

He saw certificates and police gear all over the wall along with pictures of him on duty and all he could feel was disgust.

He could feel the sweat dripping down his face in his mask, palms sore from holding the guitar. His suit only made him feel claustrophobic but he didn’t care.

He heard a car pull up. His eyes immediately shot to the window, seeing a black Volkswagen Beetle parked in the driveway. He looks straight at the door, feeling him get out of the car and inch closer and closer to the door.

His heart was beating through his chest and was mentally psyching himself up. The sound of keys jingling just outside the door made him close his eyes.

“Once I deal with him,” he thought. “It will be all over with.”

The doorknob turned and he saw him. From that point on, It was like an out-of-body experience. He didn’t feel like himself- Something came over him.

Maybe it was a greater force than himself, maybe it was all the grief he somehow suppressed it was a mystery.

He doesn’t remember much of the fight, only the fact that James had a broken nose and was losing severely. But when he “got back” to his body, the scene was a horror show.

Blood was all over him, his guitar was broken and James' head looked like it had been split in two. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together.

It was so bad that two teeth were stuck in the bottom of his guitar. He quickly left the scene after he heard a car coming. He got on the roof of Rob’s flat and hid his blood soaked suit and guitar.

He knew he couldn’t leave it there for long or else it would stain. He opened the door to the apartment and immediately went to take a shower, and to be honest, he felt immensely better.

He was mostly glad that nobody would be bothered by him anymore, that there was one less burden on earth, but he couldn’t brush off the fact that something was watching him- Something familiar.

It was the most publicized murder case in the city. The brutality of it all intrigued people the most. “What could have the heroic police officer James Campbell, done to have deserved this fate?”

It made him sick, the blatant rewriting of history. Especially the fact that the authority force had so much more emotion for him than his dad.

That’s when he got his blue latter laces. His friends and the rest of the scene noticed but didn’t say anything nor cared. He got investigated for a bit but due to lack of evidence he was let go.

He took a break from being spider-man for a while, opting to spend time with his friends and to sort of heal. He cleaned his suit and fixed his guitar, trying to live a normal life after what he did.

He still gets night terrors once in a while, it gets mixed in with dreams of his dad. He makes jokes about his laces, smiling at Miles’s dad when he catches him staring at his shoes.

Definitely doesn't feel bad about that son of a bitches death, doesn't have a reason to care anyway. But there's still a pinch of- guilt in the back of his mind.

Festering. If he didn't say what he said, if he just caved in and told him that he loved him. Then he would still be alive.

.

A/N: idk y'all I'm not feeling this one 😔 also hey y'all

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#marvel #mcu #marvel headcanons #spiderverse spoilers #into the spider verse #hobie brown #hobie my beloved #hobie headcanons #spider punk #atsv hobie #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #oneshot #one shot #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman: across the spiderverse

[theworldvsyoshiko]

An overview of the colony now, since the members have gotten shuffled around a ton over the past few hours of gameplay.

It's a pretty respectable size now. Most of it is offscreen, but there's a giant perimeter wall that blocks off entry from most of the map, forcing them through that chokepoint to the east. This does not stop enemies from potentially spawning at the map edge to the north and ruining everything, which is going to be a problem as I head into the wealth levels where breaching raids are increasingly common.

Yoshiko's still Yoshiko. Her skills have averaged out a bit since coming to this colony--thanks to spending a long time as the lone cook, gardener, construction worker, medic, and animal handler, she raised a bunch of her lower skills a bit, while her higher ones have atrophied. She's now capable in every single field except melee combat.

Voserozz is the crafting specialist, and she had to get pretty decent at Intellectual too, because somebody needed to do the research while Yoshiko was handling everything else. If there's nothing to craft or shoot, her skills are basically nonexistent. Fortunately crafting and shooting are two of the most important activities in the game.

First and most importantly, Natalya finally got talked out of her pig-fascism religion. This is extra handy because I needed somebody to take the priest role, and Voserozz and her 'incapable of Social' skill wasn't great at that. She's a cook. A very pretty cook. Her relationships with everyone are still recovering after months of her being racist to them, just like Alyona.

Construction is another 'oh thank god we needed somebody else who can do this' skill, so Vero's been busy since her arrival. Somehow, she's maybe the only person who likes everyone and everyone likes her back.

And Marillee is good at animal stuff, so that's one more thing off Yoshiko's plate. She got an eye partially ripped out in combat almost immediately upon arrival, but luckily for her we looted a bionic eye from some pirates a while back. Somehow adores Renze even though Renze has only been around for like... five minutes.

Welcome back, Renze. Unfortunately, whatever happened to her in the past two and a half years, she got converted to her previous ideoligion of 'we should raid and murder everyone we can, and if we don't we're weak.' Yoshiko doesn't trust her anymore as a result, and you know? Understandable. We can fix that, and it doesn't change the fact that Renze is still ridiculously competent. As an added bonus, when we rescued her, she still had a masterwork assault rifle that Hairy made for her back in Craps Village.

#the world vs. yoshiko

[sirenscriptures]

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 + 𝐛𝐲𝐟

well, hello lovely !! welcome to sirensciptures, my own personal, self-indulgent, vast library and occasionally, personal diary >3<

here’s a little about me !

(whichever you prefer using) : vlynn/vyn. she/they. 20 yrs and still yelling. i’m currently a computer science student + dental tech in progress.

i’m a writer, tarot reader, wannabe artist, animator in the making, and cryptid/creature enthusiast <3

i am working on becoming trilingual (eng, span, ger) so if you have any advice for me, or just wanna use me as practice or vice versa, please do so!! this is always very appreciated.

my big three: sagittarius sun (december baby!) virgo moon, and taurus rising. i am also an infp if you are interested in that as well lol.

LOVE ! : sweet + spicy food, tarot, spirituality, crystals, thunderstorms, dark chocolate, cold brew, platform boots, fall/winter, spooky/paranormal things, musicals, poetry, oddities.

HATE ! : humidity, wet socks, plagiarists, impatient people, sudden loud noises, bland food, yogurt covered pretzels, wasps.

MUSIC : ghost b.c., jesper kyd, mitski, thin lizzy, hozier, orville peck, mon laferte, boygenius, SZA, bathory, slipknot, iron maiden, slayer, ABBA, oingo boingo, pantera, tyler the creator, pig destroyer, ICP, tally hall, rammstein, system of a down, ari lennox, peso pluma, a$ap rocky, kali uchis, melanie martinez, $uicideboy$, tom waits, mr. bungle, and more!

FANDOM/OTHER : call of duty (mw2 and zombies), tokyo revengers, warhammer 40k, resident evil, blue lock, jujutsu kaisen, genshin impact, demon slayer, darkest dungeon, one piece, attack on titan, boku no hero, jojo’s bizarre adventure, gangsta, free!, haikyuu, five nights at freddy’s, obey me, etc.

BYF / DNI :

- this is strictly an 18+ blog. please do not interact if you are under 18 years of age. you are welcome to interact with my sfw/fluff works, but not with me personally.

- i do not have a set writing schedule, so please don’t expect any kind of set consistency with how i operate.

- will write: nsfw, darker content (somnophilia, dub-con, dacryphilia, some age gap, some drug use, weapon play, bondage, etc.)

- won’t write: non-con, age regression, heavy drug use, scat/piss/vomit, snuff, incest, stepcest, larger age gaps, heavy abuse and other triggering themes.

- certain characters will be aged up if necessary, regardless of the content they are being written into. but this is usually rare since i don’t write for many characters that don’t at least have a timeskip.

- do not interact if you fit basic criteria (racist, homo/transphobic, etc.) be a respectful, decent human being is all i ask.

- do not interact if you are anti-dark content. there will be a lot of different themes here, so please be mindful.

- do not interact if you aren’t going to engage with at least a little bit of writing. a simple reblog/comment goes a long way!

- do not interact if you can’t stop yourself from causing/engaging in drama. i don’t want any discourse on here, especially not from outside sources. leave it where you found it. it is not allowed here.

if you read this far, i am giving you a big kiss on the forehead !! you are so appreciated, and i hope you enjoy it here <3

#v.navi

[rustytablecatbug]

I know this all happened a while me back, but it’s still so disappointing to know that Notch, the creator of Minecraft, is such an asshole.

Minecraft is one of the things I hold dearest, right next to my cat and drawing and music. Basically, to summarize my entire soul, just put Minecraft pre combat update, music, art, and then my cat Poppy. Other than that’s it’s my really bad sense of humor.

I cry thinking about Minecraft, just hearing the music can make me so nostalgic I sob. I bet if I could play the older versions right now I wouldn’t be able to put it down. This game is my whole life.

I can still remember watching my older cousin play it on her laptop. Even though she never let me play, it still felt like I was the one holding the mouse.

So seeing the man who created it all, the freaky green leaf pigs (creepers), the grass, the sky, the trees, the ugly ass cobblestone, being the biggest douchebag racist Trump supporter (which is funny bc he’s not even American) it makes me sad.

I mean atleast C418 is still really cool. I <3 C418. (If you ever see this I think ur music is SO COOL! I listen to ur music all the time, mostly MC stuff but some other things too. Never stop being cool)

Honestly I would be a really dumb person without Minecraft. This stupid little block game taught me so much. I made friends (hey Cake. Ya know, it’s me, cynnimonender22! You had the pewdiepie skin or some shit? I even invited you to a realm and we had a little boxing match. I was a stupid kid but I miss u lol) there was cake, um other ppl too but I don’t remember except for bugboy, but uh I don’t think he actually wanted to be friends but I tried anyways. I would role play by myself. I would pretend hero Brian was there and run from him. It was always so fun when I played with my cousin.

It was a simpler time. I miss it. I love all the new updates but sometimes I just want to turn back time to when I was little to watch stampycat and build an ugly ass house and name all my cats dumb names like Luna.

I love Minecraft. I hope it never fades away. And uh Cake if you see this, I don’t have my computer but I’m getting it back for Christmas. If you’re still out there, I’ll try to find you on hypixel or whatever the fuck. And get a better skin. My cousin was right. Why do you have a pewdiepie skin.

Or was it markiplier? Idfk.

#minecraft

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

"Nothing. The tip really paid off. Good job, Cuno."

CUNO- "Uh what?" He quickly looks around. "Don't be playin' Cuno off as a snitch-bitch. The oldest trick in the book, people!"

CUNOESSE - "Are you snitching, Cuno?!"

CUNO- "This is some ancient bullshit, people!" He addresses the surrounding windows. "Cuno would rather take ten than snitch! Pig's full of shit! Get the fuck out of here!"

RHETORIC - You found a real nice button to push. Turned the tables on him.

+5 XP

3. "I have more questions about the crime scene."

CUNO- "Yeah, the Kingdom of Cuno, the fuck do you want with it?"

"The dead man's clothes were in the trash container." (Point to the container.) "How did they get there?"

CUNO- "Yeah, Cuno doesn't know shit about that. That shit is *beneath* Cuno."

"I need to know. It could be a lead in the investigation. Someone may have tampered with the murder scene."

"Right. About something else, then..."

CUNO - "Listen! Listen!" He stops you. "Cuno doesn't care about this small-time shit. Just listen -- Cuno saw what you did there. Dumpster diving. Sad shit."

"Cuno could hook you up with some sweet rags. Shit like Cuno's wearing." He points to his pants. "Your size, good price, 500 reál."

"Wait - I asked you what happened to *his* clothes. You must have seen them lying around?"

"Alright, entertain me -- what's so great about these pants?"

"No. Cuno, you don't know anything about the tampering I'm investigating, and I already have pants."

CUNO - "Look, Cuno ain't seen shit lying around, 'cept for that f****t up there." He points to the cadaver. "Now you want performance gear or not, grandpa?"

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant remains silent, but his expression couldn't say *I told you so* any louder.

2. "Alright, entertain me -- what's so great about these pants?"

CUNO - "Pig, these are FALN *Modulars*! Liquid fit, performance crotch, urban survival shit! Made in Mirova... by scientists. *Pants* scientists."

"Believe it, you *need* this shit..." He unzips his jacket to give you a quick peek at the plastic-wrapped pants. They are graphite-black and look brand new.

SAVOIR FAIRE [Trivial: Success] - These could drastically improve your chances of survival in the urban wilderness.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Easy: Success] - Coach Physical Instrument endorses these pants. They are tartan-ready.

3. "I might be interested in the pants. Let's talk about this later."

CUNO - "All right, piggo!" His face lights up. "Shit's rolling."

CUNOESSE - "Don't do business with the pig, Cuno! He's gonna steal all your money, Cuno!"

New task: Buy FALN pants from Cuno

CUNO - "As you can see..." Cuno nods towards the fence. "Cuno and C don't trust you. Can't do business without trust."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - There's more to his distrust than being a *pig*. He feels threatened by something obscure in you. What that is, however, remains a puzzle for now.

"There was also a mug in the trash." (Show him the mug.)

CUNO - "The fuck? A *mug* in the trash? Is this about the fucking clothes again?"

"Yes. Does this racist mug have anything to do with it?"

"Yes. Does this adequate depiction of a South-Samaran man have anything to do with it?"

"Yes, does this quaint, better-not-taken-out-of-its-historical-context mug have anything to do with it?"

"Actually, talking about this makes me uncomfortable. Let's back up a notch."

CUNO - "Yeah, Cuno sees where this is going. Cuno's got that fast-brain," he whispers excitedly. "You saying you pigs are after the mug fucker -- coz he's the clothes fucker..."

CUNOESSE - "Can't hear you, Cuno! Speak louder, Cuno!"

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Cuno. Someone has tampered with the crime scene, cleaned some of it up."

CUNO - "Shit, that's tense..." He thinks for a moment. "Someone's going to the beatdown-basement, huh? Mug-guy gonna get tied to the radiator." He nods in approval.

"Cuno doesn't know who put that shit in there. And if he did, he wouldn't squeal. But if you find out, maybe you can..."

CUNOESSE - "Stop turning into a pig, Cuno! They're trying to get you hooked on the snitching!" She lets out a hiss, even meaner than before. "Get away from my Cuno, f****ts!"

CUNO - "Yeah!" Cuno jumps back. "Get your bacon shit away! Cuno doesn't like to be seen with the popo. Get your shit done and out of Cuno's face!"

+5 XP

3. "I might have questions later. For now, let's talk about something else."

CUNO - "Yeah, whatever. Cuno doesn't give a shit." He spits over his shoulder, then looks back up at you.

We now have the option to buy the FALN pants from Cuno - for 15 reál, not 500. We don't have that money, so that's all we can do here for now.

Our next highest vote was to explore behind the crime scene, so I start to head back towards the bookstore.

MAIL COLLECTION BOX - The dented yellow mailbox greets you with it's graffito and bullet holes in the front.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #cunoesse #cuno

[patronsaint-prometheus]

REMINDER THAT IF YOU REBLOG THIS FUCKING VIDEO I WILL BLOCK YOU ON SIGHT.

There is nothing cute or euphoric about dressing up in confederate uniforms. Being queer or trans doesn’t give you an excuse to be a racist pig. Stop fucking sharing this shit around. I don’t want to see it.

#I’ve blocked so many ppl over this it’s not even funny #and the ppl I tried to contact first to explain what was wrong with it just autoblocked me instead of taking it off their acc #this shit is GROSS. STOP IT.