#ht patch

[capricioussun]

last years bunnies but together this time 🥚

[welcometoteyvat]

ok sorry i'm going to ship hate again

some things in genshin fandom really just don't make sense to me. ie somehow the most controversial ships at least have canon material, whereas some ships are decently popular but literally only eyecandy with 0 substance. like why are you doing this, they don't even have mutual voicelines or story mentions, they've NEVER interacted, would have 0 reason to even in future storylines, the only reason you like them is because they're lesbians together or smth

yes this is about yan.tao and shen.lan

[muzzlemouths]

If DMD Moon likes punk things, what does he think about Hot Topic? Also, would the boys lose their minds over Target?

I think he'd enjoy the concept of Hot Topic — especially if we're talking about HT during its early days, before the store was reduced to stolen art and sanitized anime (and don't even get me started on how they're tryna pass a $71 hobie brown vest) — but for these reasons I don't think he'd like current-day HT.

Sun would definitely lose his mind over target though. He'd be overwhelmed with the sheer amount of items you can find (it's very mall-like, in that regard) but inevitably he would lose himself in the 5-and-under section until the store closed lol

[hhaechansmoless]

as the world caves in

pairing: kim mingyu x f!reader

genre: apocalypse au, angst, happy ending

description: we creep up on extinction, i pull your arms right in

warnings: mentions of injuries, zombies (written as the dead)

w/c: 4k

a/n: i once promised tiya @gyubakeries that the first mingyu fic I write would be for her.(also promised to make sure it would be heartbreaking but today is her birthday and I'd rather not do that so) happy happy birthday tiya!!! I love you very much thank you for listening to me yap abt anything and everything and I hope you have an awesome day and year ahead 💙💙💙 and ofc happy 10th anniversary to svt 🤧🥹!!!!

DAY 256, 20:03 PM

“Hey. It’s just me, checking in. Hope everything is still okay on your end.”

“I’m making stew again tonight. Seokmin and I went out to town to see if there were any stores that had stocked stuff still. Found a heap of heatable food which was surprising, but we’re good for the next week or so… I think. Unless the expiry dates are sooner.”

You hear him shuffle around, hear the rustling of plastic and the distant murmur of the friend he’s made. You can almost see Mingyu, his broad shoulders hunched over the packet, lips pursed in concentration as he figures out what more to do with it.

“There’s not much to report today actually. Our new camp is fairly away from the dead yonder, so please don’t worry. There are nice people here… They were really welcoming—after the first few checks obviously—and are trying to convince us to stay. “

His voice is muffled by the static on the radio for a few seconds.

“—but we’ve told them that we’re both on the way to somewhere else. Seokmin says he has a brother waiting for him near Lindera, and well, I have you.”

“How are things at Fort Worden? Isn’t it getting warmer there? Be careful. They flock to warm places. I heard a message on the radio today—from the camp in Lindera. Seokmin says that Worden is close too. So we leave tomorrow morning.”

You don’t know if he pauses, or if what he says next is swallowed by the satellites and the nature of his worn out HT ham radio that you two have been using. 

“Anyway, just wanted to let you know. Please send a message as soon as you can. I love you, I’ll be there soon.”

You sigh quietly before flipping your recording switch on.

DAY 256, 22:47 PM

“Hey Gyu. I’m glad you guys found some food. And people. It’s safer that way.”

You’re a bit surprised at how your voice sounds unused, rough and cracking at the edges. 

“I fixed the fence with Vernon today—or well, tried to. One of the posts snapped clean through and I don’t think there’s enough planks left to patch it properly. But it's okay. There are more people on guard duty tonight. We’ll figure something out tomorrow.”

“We had three people join us today. All three came separately, which was funny because we’ve never had so many people who aren’t together. One of them is so young, Mingyu…” You trail off, eyes flitting to your door. “She’s fourteen. Her parents turned yesterday, I think. She’s really on edge and afraid, so I think she’ll be sleeping in my room tonight.”

You grunt softly as you get up to open a window. The air outside isn't as refreshing as you'd want it to be, but it's a relief from the humidity and stickiness that has been hanging over the city recently.

“And you're right—it is getting warmer here. Unbearably, almost. We’ve had more strays from the dead yonder than ever, but thankfully we're all stocked up on ammunition and other equipment. It's nice to be around so many people, Gyu. You'd love it.”

You can't help the guilt that slips into your voice, cutting cleanly into your skin like a sharp, smooth knife. 

“Please come back soon, Gyu. Stay safe. I'm sorry, and I love you too.”

You flip the recording switch off, throwing the radio one last glance before you leave your room. Outside, the corridors are bathed in dim orange lights that do nothing to make this place feel like home. Home is not a word you can recognize until Mingyu comes back.

Jeonghan stands outside your door, waiting respectfully with the camp's logbook in hand. He might have heard you, but you've come to realize that no one cares and that everyone understands. 

“I've logged in today's activities around the Fort and the newcomers but Soonyoung’s pissed Seungcheol off and I do not want to go to his room to keep this.” He thrusts the hardcover, leather-bound book into your hands. “So you keep it with yourself and I'll take it tomorrow morning and slip it onto his desk. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like.”

You nod once. “I'll keep it. Aren't you going down for dinner?”

“God, no. I may be hungry, but there's a stack of twinkies on the table and if I see one more, I'm going to throw up. Are you?”

Shaking your head, your mutter, “Nah. Not feeling it.”

Jeonghan hums, eyeing you. “I think your boyfriend wouldn't like that.”

“My boyfriend won't know, because I won't tell him and neither will you.” You scoff, pushing Jeonghan away. He sees the small, upward curve of your lips and backs off as you shut your room door on his face.

You remember to yell out. only when you hear his footsteps disappearing down the corridor. “Send the girl up to my room when she's done eating!” 

If he hears you, he doesn't respond.

There's not much to think about, or maybe there's too many things to think about. Either way, you ignore it and plop down onto your bed. It creaks—a familiar sound that still makes you cringe every time you hear it. The thin mattress does nothing to muffle the sound. You flip the book open, turning to the page with the bookmark in it.

FORT WORDEN LOGBOOK

July 7th, 2028.

3 Survivors found. Minor injuries sustained. No infection

Newcomer Info:

Man in 30s, had two guns on him. Woman in her 20s, says she's a medic. 14 y/o girl.

Attacks on camp: 

Around 5-6 from the Dead Yonder, near the western gates.

You remember the day you came to Fort Worden all too well. Your log page probably looked like this: Woman in her 20s, cries once every hour, clutches her HT and necklace like someone’s going to snatch it away.

You doubt you can ever forget the day Mingyu left you here, begging you to get out of the car and towards safety. You can feel the ghost of the seat belt cutting into your palms as you hold on tight, trying to convince Mingyu to take you along with him. But Mingyu had always been better than you, better than anyone you know—too good not to do the right thing even when it cost him. He had people waiting for him somewhere out there, promises he couldn’t turn his back on. In retrospect, you’re sure he regrets it too—especially when there was no one to save when he finally got there.

You close the book with a soft thud and set it on the nightstand, letting your head tip back against the wall. It’s still too hot. Sweat clings to the inside of your shirt and you rub a palm over your face, feeling the salty, stickiness that hangs over this place. You should shower, and then sleep. You have to sleep. Morning comes faster than it should around here.

You hear a timid knock on the door.

You’re up before you realize it, dragging the handle open.

The girl stands there, shoulders bunched like she’s trying to disappear inside herself. She’s tiny in a way that makes your heart hurt, all sharp knees and elbows and a second-hand hoodie drowning her. Her fingers fidget with the hem of it, tugging, twisting. She looks like she might bolt if you so much as breathe wrong.

You step aside, keeping your hands loose and visible. “C’mon in,” you say, voice gentler than it was before. You wish it could sound stronger.

She hesitates, then creeps in, hovering awkwardly just inside the door. You shut it behind her, locking it out of habit.

“You can have the bed,” you tell her, nodding toward it. “I’ll take the chair.”

The girl blinks at you. “Thank you.”

You find a blanket in the closet—thin, but clean enough—and toss it over the chair before sinking into it. The springs squeal again and you grimace, curling your legs up, watching her settle onto the edge of the mattress like she’s expecting it to vanish beneath her.

You watch the window instead of her after that. The moon is high, the sky cloudless and uncaring. Somewhere out past the gates, you know the dead are wandering, always moving, always searching. 

You let your eyes fall shut, but you don’t let yourself drift until the girl’s breathing evens out. Until the world feels like it’s not caving in for a few more minutes.You’ll send a message to Mingyu again tomorrow.

Maybe he’ll be closer by then.

DAY 262, 11:30 AM

“Baby, I think I told you that I lost the map I had, right? Good news. Seokmin and I found a car with the keys still in it and a state routes map in the glovebox. It’s a real mess, but hey, we’ve got a ride again, and that’s better than what we had yesterday. The engine’s a little rough and the fuel’s kinda low, but it’ll get us where we need to go for now. Guess the next task is to find a fuel station.

We were talking about when this whole thing is over. Seokmin says I should make a list of things

I want to do when we’re back to something close to normal. It sounds impossible, but I’ll play along. I’ve got a few things in mind already. First on the list: take you out for a meal. No canned stuff, no heat-and-serve, just something real. Something we used to do. I miss that.

Anyway, I know it’s not much to go on, but I wanted you to hear from me. Keep yourself safe. I’ll be there before you know it.”

You picture him grinning when he says it — the kind of grin he used to give you across diner tables, late at night after long shifts, the two of you splitting a plate of greasy fries. You picture him teasing you about picking the restaurant, saying he didn’t care as long as you were there.

You picture a hundred small memories that feel more like dreams now — his arm slung around your shoulder in a crowded movie theater, his hand finding yours automatically in the dark.

And then the static swallows him up again.

The camp around you hums with the low noise of survival. Somewhere behind you, Chan is arguing good-naturedly with Jihoon about ration counts. He’s been trying to grow plants in a small patch that he keeps building around. Lee Chan, you’ve found out, was a soil science or agronomy—you don’t remember the details—major before the infection hit.

The days have stretched on in the same pattern of routine: checking the perimeter, organizing supplies, scanning the horizon, and checking in on everyone.

Each morning, you check the radio. Each night, you wonder if this will be the last day you hear him.

You tuck the memory of his voice close to your chest and tell yourself you'll save a seat across from you at whatever restaurant you can find, someday. You tell yourself he’ll make it back to you.

At night, you go to sleep with prayers hoping that he is closer.

DAY 265, 17:45 PM

Word travels fast in situations like this.

Someone caught a signal today. A voice on a different channel, not one of your usual checkpoints. They say they’re from a camp in Leavenworth and give a warning. The camp in Lindera got overrun. No survivors confirmed. The dead move faster in the heat, they say, desperate and decaying faster too.

You’re in the storage room, sorting through ration packs when Jeonghan finds you. His face is grave. His fingers tap the frame of the door, once, twice.

“You heard?” he asks.

You nod without looking at him. Your hands are steady as you snap a box shut, but inside, something is shivering loose. You wonder, absently, if Mingyu was close enough to hear about it too. You wonder if he’s already running again. You haven’t had a message in three days.

Jeonghan steps in closer. “You should rest tonight,” he says. “We’ll take your shift.”

DAY 266, 02:11 AM

You can't sleep. You crack the window open, just enough to let the night air in. It’s sticky, thick, and sour with the scent of bodies and earth.

You turn the radio on, tuning into Mingyu’s frequency. Static crackles, long and sharp. No voice. No message. You press your forehead against the cold metal frame.

You imagine him somewhere out there—driving down broken highways, headlights flickering, Seokmin in the passenger seat clutching another wrinkled map.

You imagine him listening too, waiting for your voice to break through the noise.

So you speak into the radio.  You tell him about the small, temperature controlled patch in the garden that Chan has made. You’ve seen the first sprouts of maize today. The entire camp had rejoiced. You tell him about the girl—Suki, about how she smiled today for the first time when Soonyoung made a stupid joke about his ex.

You tell him you miss him, but not that the space he left behind feels like it’s getting bigger every day.

You tell him you’re scared, but not that it’s because you fear he won’t come back.

You tell him you love him, but not that it’s because every time feels like the last.

DAY 267, 6:37 AM

The air feels different today, thicker somehow. The sun hasn’t fully risen, but you can already feel the weight of the day pressing down on you. You lie awake for a while, eyes fixed on the ceiling above, listening to the soft shuffle of feet outside your door and the distant hum of camp activity.

There’s a thud against the wall from next door—Jeonghan, probably already awake, too. You can almost hear the sound of his footsteps on the floorboards, his quiet way of moving, like he’s trying not to disturb anyone.

You reach for the radio, the familiar crackle of static filling the room as you twist the dial, the tension in your chest mounting with every click.

The silence on the other end feels like it’s going to swallow you up, like the seconds drag on forever, unrelenting. Your fingers twitch as you grip the radio, waiting for something—anything.

It takes a few minutes of pure radio static for you to even hear the semblance of a message. You shoot up from your bed, holding the radio closer to your ear. 

“...hearing... this... back soon.”

“Mingyu?” you speak into it, your voice groggy and rough. “Mingyu, is that you?”

The static grows louder, a sharp hiss that cuts through the air like a warning. You grip the radio harder, pressing it closer, straining to hear over the noise.

Then, the radio clicks, a low hum filling the void. It’s gone again.

DAY 268, 15:14 PM

Suki approaches you, her expression unreadable, but there’s something off in the way she looks at you. It’s subtle, but you catch it.

“There are new people at the gates,” she says, voice low. “They’re in bad shape. Looks like they’ve been through hell.”

You shrug, not overly concerned. It’s not the first time you’ve seen beaten-up strangers. “I’ll check it out. Are they safe?”

“One of them just says he’s looking for someone who’s here. They haven’t checked for bites yet, I think.”

“I’ll go see what’s going on.” It’s routine, really.

You walk toward the gates, hands loosely at your sides. Your mind drifts, not expecting anything unusual. That is, until the HT radio clipped to your belt suddenly crackles to life.

“Hey… baby, are you there?” Mingyu’s voice, low but urgent, cuts through the quiet.

You stop mid-step, your heart skipping a beat at the sound of his voice.

“Mingyu?” you whisper under your breath, barely daring to believe it.

There’s a long pause, just enough to make you second-guess what you heard, before his voice returns, more frantic this time. “It’s me. I’m outside, but they won’t let us in.”

Your stomach lurches. You’re still a few paces from the gates, but the realization hits like a thunderclap.

It is Mingyu.

He’s here.

You barely have a moment to process the relief that floods through you before moving faster, jogging towards the gates.

“I don’t care what’s going on. Open the gate,” you demand as you approach, already pushing through the guards with authority you didn’t even know you had.

The gates groan open slower than they should.

You barely notice the hands that move to stop you, the murmurs of protocol, of safety checks and bite inspections. Someone says something about waiting. Someone else mentions Jeonghan’s name like he might talk some sense into you.

None of it matters.

Because there he is.

Mingyu.

He's thinner than you remember. His clothes hang off him, streaked with dirt and blood and the kind of exhaustion you can’t wash off. There’s a small gash on his forehead, a ripped sleeve, a small limp in his step—but he’s upright. He’s breathing. He’s real.

Seokmin’s beside him, leaning against the wall There are dark shadows under his eyes. He nods at you once, slow and grateful, like he’s holding a breath he's been carrying for days.

But all you can see is Mingyu.

He sees you too.

For a second, neither of you moves. The world slows down to the beat of your heart, beating painfully inside your ribs. And then you’re moving. Not running, exactly—but walking faster than your legs can carry, your chest splitting open with something that doesn’t know if it’s joy or agony. Maybe both.

He meets you halfway.

The collision is silent. No words, no dramatic gasps. Just arms around each other, too tight to be careful. His hands find the back of your neck, your shoulder blades, like he’s checking you’re still real. You curl your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, gripping hard.

Mingyu smells like sweat and gasoline and the end of the world. But under all of that, he smells like home.

“You made it,” you whisper, the words catching in your throat.

His voice is wrecked when he answers. “I told you I would.”

You don't cry. The tears stay lodged somewhere behind your eyes, hot and heavy, waiting for a quieter moment.

Someone clears their throat nearby. You don’t look. Let them wait. Let the whole camp wait.

—

It’s late when he comes back into your room.

You’re already sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on your knees, hands clasped together. You haven’t changed, haven’t moved much since the sun dipped below the horizon. The camp feels different now—buzzing in a new way, like everyone else can feel it too. That something has shifted. That someone made it back.

Mingyu steps in, clean now. Or cleaner than before. His hair is damp, curling slightly at the ends, and he’s traded his torn shirt for one of the spares from storage—plain and soft-looking, a little too tight at the shoulders, but he wears it like it fits. You pat the spot next to you and lift the first-aid kit onto your lap.

“You found the clean clothes stash,” you say, and your voice sounds steadier than you expected.

He smiles, tired and crooked. “Seokmin said I smelled like the dead. Figured I should do something about that.”

It’s quiet again after that.

He crosses the room slowly. When he’s close enough, he kneels in front of you, hands resting on his thighs like he’s waiting to be granted something. You look at him—really look—and it guts you. The bags under his eyes. The fading bruise on his jaw, the gash that has been stitched but not bandaged. The way he keeps blinking like he still doesn’t trust what he’s seeing.

“I missed you,” he says, and there’s something cracked open in his voice. “Every day, I thought about turning back. But I kept thinking—if I could just make it a little further, maybe I’d hear you again. Maybe I’d make it back to you.”

You reach out, fingers brushing the side of his face. He leans into it instinctively, his eyes fluttering shut like the warmth of your hand is the first real thing he’s felt in weeks.

“You did,” you whisper. “You made it.”

He closes his eyes, nodding once like the words land somewhere deep. You slide off the bed, kneeling in front of him now. You’re both on the floor, eye to eye, tired bones and pained hearts.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you say, and this time, your voice cracks.

That’s what finally undoes him.

Mingyu leans in slowly, like he’s asking, and you meet him halfway. The kiss is soft, like a breath caught between two mouths that don’t quite know how to be completely gentle anymore. His hand finds your jaw, tentative and warm. 

He kisses you like he’s remembering it as he goes—like the shape of your mouth, the rhythm of your breath, was something he’s carried with him in pieces. Your hands find his shirt, fingers twisting in the fabric, pulling him closer with a desperation that doesn’t need words. Mingyu’s lips taste like soap, like he’s brushed his entire body hard enough to get rid of the past few months. To go back to what it was like with you.

When he pulls back, forehead resting against yours, palm slipping down to intertwine your fingers, you sigh.

Mingyu breaks the silence a few moments later. “Someone named Jeonghan threatened to throw me out if I snore.”

You huff out a laugh, nose brushing his. “He’s next door. He can hear everything.”

“He also told me that you left yesterday’s dishes beside the sink without wetting it.”

Groaning, you let your head fall onto Mingyu’s shoulder. You almost tear up at the way it feels so familiar.

“I panicked! Jihoon was yelling at someone and I just wanted to get out of there.”

You can hear the grin in Mingyu’s voice. “I always told you to soak it.”

“And I always ignored you.”

“True,” he says, squeezing your hand. “Some things never change.”

You sit like that for a bit, your legs going numb, his palm sweeping slow arcs over your back. Outside, someone walks by, humming off-key. Somewhere down the hall, Jeonghan shouts something muffled and vaguely threatening.

But here, it’s still.

“Can you get up so that I can bandage you up and then we can go to sleep?” You mumble, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

He pushes himself up with a grunt, wincing slightly as the movement pulls at the stitches along his side. You sit up too, rubbing your face with the heel of your hand before reaching for the first aid kit on your bed.

You didn’t think he’d hurt himself there too, but when he lifts his shirt up, you tend to it wordlessly. You can talk about it later.

When you’re done, you drop the trash into the little bin by the bed, click the kit closed, and set it aside. Then you sit back, legs crossed, watching him pull his shirt down over the fresh bandage.

He climbs in without another word, immediately claiming his old side like it was never up for negotiation. You slide in beside him, and he reaches for you the moment you're under the blanket, his arm winding easily around your waist, his nose nudging the back of your neck.

“I forgot to mention,” You start. “Suki sleeps in my room. She probably won’t come in tonight, but we need to figure something out.”

You turn your head slightly, enough to glance at him over your shoulder. “She was scared. She needed somewhere to feel safe.”

His face softens immediately. “Of course.”

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow. She’s been warming up to Jeonghan anyway. Maybe she’ll take the bunk across from him.”

After a few moments, he mumbles, “I’ll sleep wherever you want me to. Just not near Jeonghan.”

“Deal.”

[saltydog-d]

How some new clothes for them!(and a whole new figure too

Sorry I’m too lazy to cleanup my desk.

JK pool. (He looks like a popcorn shrimp

A hoodie for plushies I got from a gacha machine on my JP trip. And some comfy crocs😂

And the new ht dp battle version is here! The very first 🥑 face and half mask heads sculp. Both look awesome

Roninpool! Been waiting for the little hakama for over a month and it’s finally here. Still need to get him some proper shoes too…

Yukata for Wolverine samurai Logan(when the body come back from the tailor in the future) and a 007suit for patch. This suit looks exactly like patch’s.

[huggingtentacles]

Elden Ring jargon dictionary!

When I talk about Elden Ring, I use a lot of jargon that confuses some players, especially on my livestreams. So here's every silly word fromsoft players came up with. Use these and everyone will think you know what you're talking about.

PS — powerstanced, meaning dual-wielded

SS — Straight swords

PSSS — powerstanced straight swords. Pretty simple, PS+Weapon means it's a dual wielded setup. "S" for spears, "BHB" for backhand blades, "GS" for Greatspears. GS can be also used to mean Greatsword, but if you see "PSGS" it's most likely powerstanced greatspears. "D" dagger. TS for thrusting sword. "HTS" Heavy Thrusting Sword

UGS — Comes from an old name for Colossal Sword weapon class. Used to be called Ultra Great Sword

GUGS — This weapon specifically.

Gankers — a coop organised specifically to kill invaders (as opposed to co-opers who just play through the game)

Blues — Hunters or blue phantoms, the summons that appear when someone invades you if you have a white Cipher Ring on.

ABAB — an acronym meaning All Blues Are Bastards, comparing them to cops, which they are.

I-frames — invincibility frames during dodging

Hyperarmour or HA — certain attack animations have frames during which your character can't be staggered unless the attack is heavy enough. Hyperarmour refers to this state of being unstaggerable.

Whiff — an attack that didn't land, can also be used as a verb meaning "To miss" ex. "He whiffed an attack"

Whiff punishing — can refer to an action (punishing an attack someone didn't land) or can refer to a playstyle (someone constantly waiting out an attack to punish the opponent while they're in recovery)

Spacing — commonly used term in fighting games, it refers to your movement around your opponent that good players use to avoid damage and apply pressure. Good spacing allows you to stay out of your opponent's range of attack while being able to punish a whiff.

Frame Trap — a common occurrence during invasions when two players or a mob and a player hit with just the right timing to cover the entire duration of the rolling i-frames, making it impossible to avoid damage.

Panic roll — when you dodge without seeing or anticipating your opponents attack, hoping to avoid damage on accident

Reaction roll — the opposite of panic rolling, you only dodge when you see the attack and react to it.

True Combo — when you get hit, you get staggered. If the stagger is long enough for another hit to connect, those two hits are a true combo.

Pseudo Combo — when your opponent panic rolls after being hit, predicting that panic roll and landing the next hit reliably is a pseudo combo.

Blender — a situation where 2 or more enemies attack you at the same time, landing true combos repeatedly, because you can't recover from the first stagger before another one hits you. A common occurrence for invaders but can happen to anyone fighting more than 1 enemy.

TT — Taunter's Tongue

Earlygame, Midgame, Lategame, Endgame — referring to areas and level ranges, commonly used when invaders describe a build they're making.

Off — meaning "offhand" or a weapon in your left hand. "Offaxe" and "Offdag" meaning axe in the left hand and dagger in the left hand. OffTS and OffBHB are also commonly used.

Offleg — this specific "weapon" in your left-handed slot.

PvPer — someone who knows some fundamentals of PvP (used to point out players that are above average levels of threatening, but it doesn't mean they're good or anything)

PvEer — someone who hasn't touched PvP yet and doesn't do it on purpose

Mule — a character who has every item in the game, usually made with a save editor or savescuming

RSD — Red Sign Down, notifying someone that you've placed your sign and ready to be summoned. GSD means gold sign down respectively.

MAG — barely used anymore since patch 1.08 but people still use it to refer to this specific site of grace called Main Academy Gate.

Most people are familiar with R1 R2 L2 L1 that mean the inputs you do on your controller. But PvPers also modify them to describe specific attacks. jR1 - Jumping R1, rR1 - running R1, cR1 - crouching R1, you get the idea, same with R2 and L1.

Let me know if this is helpful, feel free to add some things I've missed!

[fuckyeahmarxismleninism]

Resistance News Network:

The armed terrorists of the Syrian opposition "Hayat Tahrir Al-Sham" continue their media campaign to present their formerly ISIS- and Al-Qaeda-affiliated selves as reformed and "open to change," which the western media parrots without question.

HTS leader Abu Mohammed Al-Julani is now presented as giving up his head-slicing ways under a black flag in favor of a tailored olive military outfit, palatable to the west. Remarkably, Al-Julani, despite being among the world's most abominable terrorists, was freely given an interview in CNN today, where his "changed" views were platformed, glossing over his history as an ISIS leader in Iraq and Syria.

Al-Julani, in a message to Iraq a few days ago, manipulated language to serve the Western agenda, speaking about "Iran's wars against the region," referring to the Gaza genocide and "israel's" war on Lebanon, without naming the executor at all. This is a calculated rhetoric that aligns fully with the agenda of his Western and zionist backers which seek to fracture the resistance in the region.

In an interview with zionist media today, an FSA officer openly admitted that their only enemies are the Syrian state, Hezbollah, and Iran - not the settler-colonial and expansionist tumor in the region called "israel." Far from even pretending to condemn the occupation, he expressed willingness to be friendly with the genocidal entity, mirroring what was told to zionist analyst Mordechai Kadar, that opposition groups want increased support and weapons from "israel."

He added that they are "thankful to 'israel' for strikes against Hezbollah." This is no surprise, as opposition groups have repeatedly been documented expressing thanks to Netanyahu and celebrating assassinations of resistance figures, even through Al-Aqsa Flood. As quoted, the opposition's sole goal is overthrowing the Syrian state; they seek to normalize with "israel" and even requested "'israeli' and American aid for reconstruction," which would only make Syria more dependent (Note: the Syrian state owes $0 to the World Bank today).

The Syrian opposition has deceived the West, as well as some Arabs, that they are virtuous humanitarians fighting for the Syrian people. In reality, they are pawns in the destabilization the region, aiming to break the link of resistance, and serve "israel" with their actions. By Al-Julani's own admission, over 30% of their ranks consist of foreign mercenaries, far from the "grassroots" movement they aim to represent, while their operations are shaped and funded by Turkey and the West.

Despite the sanitized picture they try to sell the western media today, horrific stories of executions, robberies, siege have emerged from towns that have been taken over in the last week. Despite the attempt at covering up these stories, their true colors shine through by their actions, as well the occasional ISIS patches they forget to hide on their uniforms.

While the resistance in Gaza, Lebanon, Iraq, and Yemen defends the region from Western hegemony and tyranny, the Syrian opposition has not lifted a finger. Their Western-trained drones, operated by Ukrainian instructors, have never targeted the zionist entity—they have only targeted Syrians. For months, they have schemed to destabilize the region and undermine the gains of the resistance. With the blessing of their masters and Western cover and support, they are working to sow chaos, diminish the resistance's momentum, and serve their foreign interests.

https://t.me/PalestineResist/71175?single

[boy-gender]

Hello, i hope you're doing ok. I was wondering, as a community what's our stance on hot topic and their pride collection? I remember seeing a post about knowing what stores to support and which ones not to, so I'm genuinely curious

I can't speak for the community as a whole, but personally and from what I've seen anecdotally, hot topic is one of the best corporate allies to release a pride collection. Not only do they carry lgbt-themed stuff (both fandom and nonfandom) year round, but they are extremely inclusive in their designs- including lesser known sexualities and genders like ace, aro, poly, intersex, etc. Hot topic is also, in my experience as a queer alt person, a relatively friendly store usually staffed by minimum 2 queers at any time. Alternative spaces on the whole tend to be more accepting of queer people.

So personally I would buy from HT's pride collection, if you want to buy some queer pride stuff from a big company. I have in fact bought from their pride stuff before- a few years ago they did pride sports jerseys and I got the trans one- and I buy from them pretty frequently, a handful of times a year.

Supporting smaller or local artists like on etsy (not the drop shippers), patreon, or redbubble, or at local art markets and pride festivals is still like the best thing you can do, because you're directly putting money into queer small businesses' hands. But if you don't have access to spaces like that, hot topic is maybe the best corporate alternative.

If it's possible for you, may I also recommend making things yourself? I love making pride bracelets and also tie dye clothes, but you can really make quite a lot of things yourself. Battle jackets, patches, button pins, jewelry, decor, flags- give it a shot yourself! Usually when you buy raw materials, you end up with enough left over to make things for yourself and your friends, and maybe you could even end up at an art market too.

[gladiopsyop]

A former Baathist political officer has now turned into an HTS fighter sporting an ISIS patch lol.

[anarchblr]

A major offensive led by Hayʼat Tahrir al-Sham (HTS) on the city of Aleppo has been underway since the morning of November 29, 2024. The jihadist militia HTS, which emerged from Al-Qaeda, is one of the numerous militias that have established their reign of terror in the occupied areas of northern Syria in recent years. They are under the control of the Turkish state and receive all the necessary support. For example, HTS has taken control of parts of Afrin, which has been occupied since 2018, and numerous frontline areas bordering the Autonomous Administration. It is considered brutal, well trained and well-equipped militarily. The HTS, like other Islamist militais that are part of the offensive, are often portrayed as “rebels” in the Western media. In reality, kidnappings, violence against women and the oppression of ethnic minorities are the order of the day in the areas they occupy. The official authorities of the SDF (Syrian Democratic Forces) have made it clear that these attacks were initiated by Turkey and are part of a plan to further destabilize Syria and weaken the Autonomous Administration. It is clear that this is not simply an attack by one of the various Islamist groups in Syria, but part of the war that Turkey has been directly waging and planning in the region for years. On Thursday evening, the jihadists had already succeeded in capturing dozens of villages around Syria’s largest city, Aleppo, and raising their flags there. On Friday morning, HTS began advancing on the city of Aleppo from several directions. Hundreds of civilians and soldiers of the Syrian regime have already been killed in the initial fighting. Pictures of severed ears, Islamic State patches on HTS uniforms and hoisted Turkish flags are currently flooding the internet. Meanwhile, numerous checkpoints and military stations have been abandoned by Syrian regime soldiers in a hurry. They left behind heavy weapons such as tanks and howitzers, which are now in the hands of the jihadists. At the same time as the advance on Aleppo, the attacks on the self-governing areas further east have visibly intensified. While the jihadist groups on the front line near the occupied city of Mare have begun shelling the areas in the Shehba region with artillery, videos of armored columns preparing to advance into the self-administered areas were published at the same time. The affected self-governing region of Shehba is a refuge for tens of thousands of displaced people from the canton of Afrin, which was occupied in 2018, and is also located on the line connecting the two self-governing districts of Aleppo and the other parts of the self-government. Attacks by Turkey on nearby self-administered areas such as Minbic and Til Rifaat have steadily increased in recent months. In the same breath, the Turkish Foreign Ministry announced through a spokesperson that they would no longer tolerate the alleged recent escalation of attacks on Turkey by the self-defense units. These are the same statements that Turkey had already made before the invasions in 2018 and 2019. While large parts of the city of Aleppo have already fallen, many civilians have found refuge in the self-governing district of Sheikh Maqsoud. Meanwhile, the self-defense forces in the self-governed districts are preparing for resistance and the population is cleaning their weapons. Shouts of “Biji Berxwedana Sheikh Maqsoud” (Long live the resistance of Sheikh Maqsoud) and “An Serkeftin An Serkeftin” (success and nothing but success) are heard everywhere. Similarly, columns of the YPG and YPJ reached the city on Friday evening and were greeted by applauding people. According to the situation, all democratic and revolutionary forces should get ready just like the people of Sheik Maqsoud and the defense forces of the revolution and be prepared for any eventuality! Rise Up 4 Rojava – Smash Turkish Fascism!

[capricioussun]

For ice cream day, I am trying to think of what flavors all of the skeletons would be. So far, I've got

UT -> Rus - mango sherbet with citrus chewy candies and chili swirls • Sans - mixed berry with cream swirls and crumble pieces

UF -> Edge - dark chocolate with cinnamon swirl and spiced cookie pieces • Red - cherry with candied pecans and cinnamon crumble pieces

US -> Stretch - vanilla with honey swirls and caramelizes almonds • Blue - berry sherbet with candied blueberries and jam swirls

SF Metal -> Copper - molasses with caramel swirl, caramelized mixed nuts, and gingerbread pieces • Gold - smoked vanilla with brown butter caramel swirls

FS Glass -> Ghost - espresso with orange cream swirl and caramelized cinnamon almonds • Haze - earl grey with shortbread pieces and blackberry swirl

HT -> Dove - mellon with candied pecans and cream swirls • Patch - cherry berry swirled with pie crust pieces and freeze dried berries

HF -> Dusk - dark chocolate with cream swirls, chopped cherry pieces, and cake crumbles • Eclipse - chocolate with fudge swirls, brownie pieces, and chocolate coated pretzel pieces

[destiny-in-the-universe]

I wanted to ask for some rc9gn stuff. ht the only character I full on interest in and fully hyperfixate in is the Punk Bot Leader (Spike)

Okay, so! First of all, thank you for being the first ask! It honestly means a lot!

I’m going to go with the headcanon route because I wasn’t sure what you wanted! Also Spike isn’t a character I’ve mused before and am a little self conscious on that aspect right now! These are general headcanons, nothing x Reader!

Punk Bot Leader / Spike Headcanons

Spike takes shit from no one. He doesn’t give a single fuck and will voice his opinion- regardless if it hurts other people’s feelings or not (even with other bots- since that’s like 99% of his current company)

I like to think Spike is the sort of gruff older brother. He’s absolute shit at comfort and is known for his rebellious attitude, but he would also shoot the most deadly glares at anyone else who messed with the few he’s comfortable around

Before the Scrap City was revealed, Spike and his other fellow bots were just left to rot- some part of him probably thought someone would come but when it became obvious that wasn’t going to happen, the frustrations grew and he rose to the challenge of creating a society inside the junkyard

Spike’s hatred toward the Ninja is nowhere near as strong as it is toward McFist, but because of what he was built for- he also knows that McFist and the Ninja would be such an interesting match

Only if he were human- I do think he might be good with young kids, but this barely scratches the surface

This might be a little self indulgent but Spike is an enabler- he literally doesn’t care about the rules because this feels practically canon to me, and so he doesn’t care what others do or don’t do (as long as it has nothing to do with him, of course)

Spike’s weirdly adept at knowing how to deal with a situation when it involves medical attention- not so much with humans, but if it were another bot, he knows how to patch them up

While he’s clearly got a short temper and a rebellious attitude to boot, Spike isn’t a villain- at least not in the traditional sense. He’s acting out of vengeance, feeling like he’s inferior in the eyes of McFist

Unfortunately I’m not sure what else to add, but personally Spike’s a very interesting character- especially from the viewpoint of Escape from Scrap City. While he doesn’t get a lot of screentime, he’s certainly a revolutionary type! He’s kind of like an antihero-? But not entirely!

Spike’s a character who could’ve had more time to shine, but of course- this didn’t happen. Honestly if the series had been given more seasons, I feel bringing back Scrap City would’ve made for a very interesting episode!

I do hope you enjoyed this though!

[dwarvendiaries]

Ringedweavers Winter Year 100

Nearly all our second floor hobbitholes are carved out now. I've started putting some beds in. Hopefully we can get them furnished soon. Getting each of our dwarves a bedroom should provide mood boost.

This one has become a bit of a command burrow. It's technially Avuz and Amost's house. But Avuz isn't going to be expedition leader much longer.

This project has been going while. I've been trying to build a town hall/meeting house for the dwarves to give the admin staff offices, but progress on making the 100+ blocks needed is slow even with a managment system set up. I order ht building of more carpenters workshops

As winter settles in the snow becomes more frequent and the dwarves build a covered shelter for the carpenters workshops. It's cold outside.

The river freezes over and we dig out Bembul and prepare for Avuz's funeral. It's a bit grim, but well with the post-mood madness there's nothing that can be done to save her.

Building continues through the snow blizzards. One morning we find Avuz collapsed in someone's vegetable patch. The woodcrafter Reg Ledraz is named as her successor. She's buried a few weeks later, due to me not understanding how the new tombs system works. Well, that had better not have any knock-on effects.

Kogan erithartob enters a possessed mood! She's one of Edem's daughters.

I wait with baited breathe. Phew her demands are only for wood and wool cloth. All I need do I get a loom built...

The Gravel of Directing celebrates. The new cup is carefully stored in the communal meeting area.

Just before New Year Reg gives birth to a girl. Our population is 23 now.

[pencilandpenz]

Todays doodles and yap

Grrrr I want to spill everything about the Mikey of this universe… but I have to save some stuff 😔

Just as Raph is called Scar (actually by his two remaining brothers as well, but I’ll probably only elaborate if asked about that) Mikey goes by Patches.

Silly artistic detail is that you’ll possibly? Notice subtle changes in designs…. Ex. Scar’s head shape being much more pointy. I wanted my horrortale au to be more crunchy grungy art style- like the comic by Sourapplestudios(?)

Similarly, I decided to change Patches’ head shape. If you haven’t read the previous post this takes place after the canon timeline. Also including the death of Leo after pulling him from the portal, everything that happened with the kraang has torn his life apart. There’s a lot of heavy backstory including everyone else, but important to note are the two who are at this point in his life dead already- (a few more people might not make it and nobody’s gonna be the same so if you don’t want the character trauma might wanna stop now.)

Leo (Dead)

Splinter (Dead)

Not to mention there are a lot of physical alterations to everyone around him.

Him included- the text on my page is vague on purpose because who doesn’t love a good cliffhanger! :D

The Patches variation of Mikey is about the height of the average Raph. Which is concerning when you realize he was the shortest (correct me if I’m wrong)

HT!Mikey is canonically ADHD, and relatively higher on the spectrum. This is mainly because I’m also higher up on the spectrum and am only able to present it as I see it! :)

His shell is also weird because it’s not!! His shell! Donnie of this au has made a protective armor for his younger brother despite him not having the same soft shell.

maybe things would have been different for his brother if he had one….

(Disaster Twins is also canon to my au because I’m really fond of it!)

Edit: I mentioned this trauma because his head shape in the show is round to show youthful innocence. It’s more pointed to show the loss.

[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: Manchester United 2-3 Galatasaray

FUCK OFF. Bunch of cunts. (Not you, Rasmus)

Yet again Manchester United decide to throw away a lead. TWICE. A true capitulation; the ultimate shitting of the bed.

To make matters worse, Rasmus Højlund scored two tonight, got Man of the Match, and could have had a hat-trick. LOOK AT HIM. YOU MADE HIM SAD, DICKHEADS.

I will say it was a good assist for the first goal from Rashford. He looked alright tonight BUT at a time United are falling foul on small margins, Marcus decided not to shoot when 1v1 with their keeper... and played the tamest sideways pass that Bruno couldn't reach. I despair.

The other player of note was Mason Mount. Top work tonight. Hard pressing, smart dribbling, plays the right pass, and his crossing actually fucking finds someone. TAKE NOTE, BRUNO.

Beyond those 3 though... Hannibal was okay but subbed at HT for some reason, Eriksen was alright but that shows how bad our possession was that he stood out by Successfully Retaining The Ball, and that's it. Everyone else was a fucking waste of space.

Dalot was bullied by Zaha on a long ball for the first equaliser.

Casemiro still looks slow as fuck and does this weird floating short lob upfield that never finds the man. Pack it in.

Bruno out wide makes me want to punch babies.

Lindelöf is in a real stinker patch of form. 0 tackles completed tonight. Zero.

Amrabat really isn't a left back, for all he's doing what has been asked of him. His offside trap discipline isn't there.

Onana decides to have a mare out of nowhere. Ugh.

Casemiro gets 2 yellows for cack tackling and sent off. Lovely stuff.

And to top it all off, as if the team isn't bad enough, we see that the home stands have been infiltrated by hundreds if not thousands of Galatasaray fans. Incredibly poor from the United club management side of things. I personally couldn't get a ticket for tonight (blessing in disguise) but lots of fans said the same. A sell-out Champions League tie at Old Trafford... and fuck all diligence has been done regarding the purchasing. Nice.

Which does beg the question about whether it was incompetence or they thought they could cash in on eager travelling fans and the big hospitality price tickets. Who's to say eh.

Another shit game of football from Manchester United, but at least I had some solace watching these two. Long may their form continue. Maybe they'll rub off on our shitters and get them actually playing well. Stranger things have happened.

[yumenosakiacademy]

About the hot topic kuro merch, it's been years but I think they did sell Alois' ring (both of ciel's rings too) as well as more buttons and card decks if I remember (it's been like 10 yrs years please take my word with the tiniest grains of salt) but I remember having a lot of that stuff (in thee olden days 😭) and I still do... Somewhere XD

i cant find anything substantial on alois' ring unfortunately except 4 tht mercari listing I'd mentioned but if they did indeed sell it, then thts jus so like. "Whoa" [in a good way]? :o ciel's ring, i can see why bc hes Protag n the ring is Important n Pretty n a lot of ppl think his ring is Neat, but it's like.. alois' ring feels like smth so special 2 hav as merch? i knew they sold s2 stuff (a shirt, some pins, a patch, n mayb some stuff i missed) but i feel like most ppl who'd hav alois' ring would b cosplayers or smth. like, sure, his ring was a big part of the latter half of s2, but i feel it's kind of overlooked. an underrated gem, if u will; pun kind of intended nyaha. n his ring is pretty too! it feels like a gold eye w a bright ruby red pupil n crystal eyelashes. i wonder if thts what they were going 4, actually?

but it's so cool tht u had a lot of tht stuff!! olden weeb relics of yrs gone by, w tht iconic classic 2000s-early 2010s anime feel... it rly is jus smth tht hits different! n BB was so iconic n was a big part of HT's (n anime's, rly) history too, so it's jus so Special, innit?