The #1 most confusing thing about sovereign citizen mentality
"I'm not a US citizen, US laws don't apply to me!"
You still have to follow the rules of places you're visiting even if you're not a citizen. Hell, you need to be even MORE careful because you're not as familiar with the rules and you may not have the same rights as citizens.
In fact, non-citizens of the US do NOT have the same protections as USAmericans while on American soil. It's in the US constitution.
Meanwhile, Canadian SovCits try to use the American constitution in Canada, as if US laws and rights apply to Canada...
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hey, I’m fascinated by Sasha and the way you draw them, do you have any stories or info you want to share about them?
;_; i'm really glad you like them
god um. some of this may still be incomprehensible because it's missing context, they have literally so much lore
they're a contract negotiator for a pharmaceutical company, which they've been an employee of since the 1950s, because the company technically (though it now does its best to not be associated with that) started as an organized crime ring, which sasha worked as a cleaner for because they couldn't... get any other job, other employers just kept turning them away, so when a guy asked them if they wanted to do some janitorial work, they went sure! and then found out "janitorial work" really meant "cleaning up bodies"
the thing is that even after this, they didn't leave, because 1 they were scared 2 they were getting paid, which after being cut off by their legal guardians (something something no help for people with congenital disabilities in adulthood) they needed money for medical supplies, because i don't care that the mitrofanoff procedure didn't exist until the 1980s, i'm trying to make a point
eventually they graduate to enforcer due to "no one else left because their boss keeps killing their coworkers" but they're extremely adverse to it, and after their like kind of father figure i guess gets killed their final straw snaps, this aligns with morgan sniffing around, and when they're sent to quiet him they instead ask him for help because like at their heart sasha doesn't want to hurt people themself and doesn't want people to be hurt by others either, they are fucking literally terrified of themself due to both being a violent child and being treated like they're evil their entire life
anyway they never manage to "take walter down", he gets killed which is what puts an end to the group, and his son forms an actual pharmaceutical company out of its skeleton as an "apology to the public", due to the fact that walter was using a pharmacy he bought from small time business owners as a front. so the company becomes the fucking monster it is now, and sasha still needs the money, so they stay
and after a few years this like... leads to sasha and morgan to start clashing over issues of morality, until sasha gets morgan fired, at which point they split completely, because morgan realizes sasha is just... a corporate lap dog now
...... also that's all just pre story but it's the foundation of their character i guess. one foundation. help
whereas the actual story is just, um, "things get worse and worse relentlessly". idk how to do plot summaries. dr colt has been working on what would be a revolutionary heart medication for years with her team, and marie (... current ceo) freezes it for bullshit reasons, but then the company starts to go bankrupt until she picks dr colt's project back up, which secures a bunch of investors, she promises them they'll get their cut of the deal in another like 10 years, but they're not satisfied with that so she gets dr colt to find a way to speed up the process. dr colt discovers this way is dangerous. really bad things happen
like
i'm just using them as a device to rant about medical capitalism, though they're just one facet of it
and i was originally actually writing this but i am just... not well enough so i'm choosing alternate means of telling this story
and i do have so many like written scenes because "writing ahead" was one of the ways that helped me figure out like, sequencing, and i have had a comic sketched since october, i just need my like, hand to work
because writing is still one of the ways i want to do this i think, it's not the easiest but it's easier for me than like, comics
if i /had/ the ability to do so and i definitely don't i really do wish i could do an actual webcomic because i /know/ exactly what happens in this story and there isn't any real ending because it's just... i don't like, like stories where they take down the evil corporation especially when i'm trying to make a point, i like, like, just idk people surviving? because that's how it is irl, but
anyway um. yeah
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THE AVERAGE AMERICAN DRIVING EXPERIENCE:
You are going down a highway. You take an exit that is marked “Shopping mall.” This is your destination, so you take the exit. The mall in question is quite far to the right of the road this exit has taken you down, so you make a right at the first intersection you see, thinking this will take you directly there. Fool! You are now within an apartment complex that was literally invisible until you arrived to it. You have to navigate through the entire complex thrice before you find the exit, because apartment complexes are allergic to having normal grid systems. You finally exit, and you go back down the road you had originally been taking to the mall. You find another intersection that seems to be leading to the backs of some shops in said mall. You take this right, foolishly assuming that there’s a path from the back lots of the stores to the actual mall roads. There is not. Dumbass. You begrudgingly go back. There are no more intersections leading to the mall, but one far far past it. You take this right because there are no other options. You go down the most ridiculous winding road and it leads you there with what you can only assume is supernatural forces. You are at the mall and three extra dollars of gas have been wasted.
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@loserarc asked: ❛ well , i’m glad to hear that i’m cool . ❜
It was another weekend that she decided to spend at his place, it was much quieter than her own home and it felt nice to sleep in better beds than her own. She also spent the time rummaging his wardrobe, just in case she liked anything. It was almost like a ritual, she took his clothes while at the Harrington’s --- he took hers when they spent time at her house.
“You won’t let me live this down, will you?” Robin scoffed, hands shifted between hangers as she looked around trying to see if anything would catch her attention.
Surely, she spent most of her time trying to keep Steve from having an inflated ego. But most times, she really appreciated having him around. Whenever she was around him not only she could be her own self with no worries of being judged, she could also simply be a teenager. Whenever they ordered pizza and watched movies, she stopped feeling like she was someone who had to grow up soon to take care of herself. She had someone that actually and actively cared for her.
Robin turned around to look at him, shirt on hand as she placed it in front of her. Wondering if he’d approve it’d look good on her. “I just said you had cool clothes, Steve. You can’t just assume you’re cool. Don’t put such words in my mouth.” A small smile crept in as she turned to the mirror. “You’re above coolness, anyway.”
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