#musk pump and dump

[arrestelonmusk]

Tesla’s Q1 2025 earnings are a trainwreck: 🔻 Profit down 71% 📉 Deliveries down 13% 🤖 Musk promises “robotaxis in June” And the stock still pumped after hours. We broke down the fraud, the fantasy, and the real value: ~$3.50. #Tesla #ElonMusk #FSD #PumpAndDump

[agentfascinateur]

Trump/Musk Pump & Dump Scheme

[dmitriene]

when simon riley comes back home after a deployment, he humps you like a horny dog, full of bottled up lust and a need to dump a fat load into you, missing a good fuck with his precious darling, not even letting himself jerk off while being away from you, cause it's didn't felt right.

leaving you shaking underneath him on the sticky sheets, stained with your mixed releases and sweat, simon barely washed himself up, reeking of all the thick musk and clinging echoes of gunpowder, your softness rubbing against his corded body as he huffs in the curve of your neck, pumping another load into your sticky, puffy cunt.

he knocks breathy, squeaking mewls out of your lungs with each slam of his hips forward, thick cock cramming itself in your squelchy hole, gushing out more slick combined with his milky cum, coating his throbbing girth that simon bullies inside again and again, making you buck your hips.

you almost on the brink of passing out when simon stills himself completely, body going lax on top of yours, pressing you further in the sinking mattress, breathing harshly, your nails digging in the scarred skin of his back, irritating the thin scratches you left on him in the throes of your pleasure.

it's the point where simon knocks off completely, thoroughly sated, soft snores escaping his lips where he still nuzzles in your neck, tickling the skin, and despite that you both reek of sex and lay on the stained, sticky sheets, you have nowhere to escape, falling asleep right after him, squeezed by his tight grasp.

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[diejager]

can u pretty pls write some kidnapper! konig.. where he lives streams himself non-conning fem! reader ? while perverted men and other weirdos online watch and comment about us 😛

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, porn, non-con filming, size kink, kidnapping, power imbalance, degradation, tell me if I missed any.

Pleasure, whether consensual or not, was still pleasure, it burned through your nerves with a painful throb, a loud thrum that dazed you. You writhed, your feet kicking towards the camera he placed before you, pointing it towards your debauched figure, showing the audience - all sick and twisted men and women who were as sick as your captor was - how your slick cunt took him. König - your captor, your owner, your lover, or whatever fit him in the moment - was a giant of a man, his shoulders broader and thighs thicker than any man you’ve met, his whole body so big that he couldn’t even fit in the frame of the video he was directing. 

His form swallowed you, holding you still without much trouble, the muscles of his arms tensing and his abdomen rippling when a wave of pleasure ripped through him, his loud groans and shameless growls muffled by the balaclava he wore. His scarred hands bruised your supple thighs, spreading your legs open and slung over his lap, giving him full view of your. Your tight cunt stretched around his girth with a thick base and even thicker shaft, veins pulsing and pumping blood to feed his hard-on. He never groomed, he never saw the purpose for it, leaving it knotted and stinky, the musk of sweat and something that stank of him, a wild bush wet with your slick and his cum, glistening with how much he stuffed you with and a cloudy ring growing ever darker with the amount of orgasms he pulled from you. 

“Stupid whore, ”he spat, his grip growing stronger as he bucked his hips upwards, thrusting up as he dropped you on his cock, spearing you in front of a spectators, spitting degrading words and cruel insults, “Too dumb to listen. Too dumb to understand.”

He growled out his words, grinding them through his gritted teeth as he lifting you up and dropping you down on his lap like he would with the fleshlight he used to own, pumping it with a gross amount of cum when he was forced to watch you from afar. Imagining you squealing and choking on his cock worked wonders until it didn’t, he grew hungrier and hungrier for you, leaving him starving for you until he acted out his on his urges. He took things into his hands and brought you home, to lock a pretty collar around your throat and cut his name into your flesh to show his community who you belonged to. 

“You fight, but you always come on my cock,” he rasped, lowering his head to stare at your fluttering lashes, tears falling from them and rolling down your cheeks, a temptation for his tongue to come out and lap it all up. You were always so pretty when you cried, crying and mewling over him when he fucked you, ramming his round tip into your gummy cervix and pushing his cum deeper into your womb, “Schwanz fixierte Hua.”[Cock hungry whore]

Somehow, for whatever reason, your cunt clenched around him whenever he spat an insult, demeaning you to nothing but a cocksleeve or cum-dumping hole he would use forever after this one public show made you careen over the edge. Your back arched, pushing your swollen and perky nipples out as your walls closed around his cock, feeling every curve and groove of it and milking him for a second —or was it a third load? You couldn’t remember, all that your could remember was the shape of him, his rough handling and how sickening it was when he confessed that he broke into your appartement over the month and shared his plans he decided to enact. 

“Kan Stress Mausi. I werd mi guad um di kümman, und don zag i earna, dass’d mia g’heast. Klingt doch guad, oda?, “He whispered sweet promises as he pumped you full, his cock twitching as his body shook with the strength of it. He pressed a long and soft kiss to your cheek, a cruel smile curling the corners of his lips. [Don’t worry, mouse. I’ll take good care of you, then show them you’re mine. Good, yes?]

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[emisprocrastinatingbywriting]

Alone and Forsaken

Summary:

Alone and forsaken, Joel Miller hides himself away at the end of the world. After losing Sarah he was a shell of a man, trying to drown her memory in the blood of any soul that dared to cross his path. No matter what he did, Sarah haunted him. Then came Ellie, the girl he had been through hell with. Joel felt his chest crack open for her and from then on he decided that wherever Ellie went, he would be there. The Fireflies had other ideas. Joel had fought hard, he had torn through that hospital slaughtering anyone that he came across but he was too late. After practically burning down all of Salt Lake City, Joel banishes himself to a cabin in the middle of the woods. Resigned to his fate, his self imposed exile is soon interrupted when he finds you. Broken, starving, and on the brink of freezing to death, Joel has no choice but to let you into his life. With the winter winds in Montana being particularly piercing this season, he is forced to wait until the spring thaws the ground so that he can dump you on Tommy’s doorstep in Wyoming. Can he keep you at arm’s length until then? 

Warnings: Postoutbreak!Joel, mentions of child loss, mentions of religious trauma, brief mentions of Tommy and Maria, mentions of Tess, grieving Joel, Slow burn, eventual smut, eventual soft!Joel, A/B/O dynamics, unspecified age reader age (reader is in her mid-20s and Joel is 56), mentions of violence, Joel really needs a hug in this

A/N: This is my first fic so let me know what you guys think! I'm going to continue to put chapter warnings, both you and Joel are traumatized in this. This is going to be a bit of a slow-burn so strap in folks!

Chapter 1/20 - More to come!

Chapter 1: Withered and Gone

The thundering of his heart pounded in his ears, almost deafening him to the sound of each bullet that ripped into anyone in his way. Joel barely registered their deaths. If asked today he wouldn’t even be able to tell you how many people he slaughtered. Forty? Sixty? One hundred? He had no idea. Filled with a primal fear that pumped battery acid through his veins, he pressed on until he made it to the door.

That door. Joel hated that fucking door. He knew what he would find on the other side, he had seen it every other night for the last four years. Knowing didn’t change anything, it never did. Whether it was him cradling Sarah in his arms while screaming for Tommy and feeling her tiny body turn cold, or being confronted with Ellie’s skull cracked open while a stranger sliced through her brain, knowing didn’t make it better. 

Joel woke, as he did every night, with his heart slamming against his ribs and bile rising in his throat. His eyes were wild as he searched desperately for someone he would never have again, two someones that were gone forever. Nostrils flared, Joel huffed the stale air around him, searching haphazardly for the smell of strawberries and vanilla or cinnamon and ginger. For Sarah and Ellie, his pups. 

Joel was greeted with nothing but his own musk, the scent gone sour from the memories haunting his dreams. Running shaky hands over his flushed face, he cursed under his breath before getting up for the day. Knees popping and back twinging in protest, he forced himself into the tiny bathroom connected to his bedroom. Ignoring the weathered face in the mirror, Joel hauled himself into the shower and let the warm water soothe his tense muscles.

After Salt Lake City, Joel had resigned himself to living in the first dilapidated hunting cabin he could find in Montana. It was what he deserved after failing her. Again. He was a bad Alpha, an even worse father, he had let not one but TWO pups die under his care. Living out the rest of his days in some shithole was the least he could do. 

Having stumbled back to Wyoming, Joel reached Jackson and collapsed at the front gate. He remembers Tommy above him, trying and failing to shake him out of the daze he was in. He remembers the unfamiliar smells of the clinic, Tommy and Maria coming to see him. He remembers a beta doctor coming in to explain the lows he would experience in the coming months, being an alpha who had lost their pup.

As if he didn’t already know. 

Joel couldn’t stay there. He couldn’t stand the softness of the sheets, how Tommy looked at him with sorrow and Maria with guarded pity, how his innocent nephew looked up at him with Tommy’s eyes - the eyes that were the same as his, the same eyes he passed on to Sarah. It only got worse when he left the clinic. Walking through the streets of Jackson reminded him of Ellie. He had to restrain himself from burning the place to the ground. After turning quite a few heads in town with his bitter scent and chilling presence, Joel left quietly in the middle of the night. He left a note for Tommy with the patrol hanging around the front gate and departed for his exile. 

Sleepwalking through Wyoming, he finally made his way into Montana where he found the cabin. It must have been the treasure of some reclusive hunter, as it sat smack dead in the middle of the forest without a single road in sight for miles. The building was one story, with a slightly rotting front porch that was overhung by the tin roof. Black solar panels were clamped on the green tin roof, light reflecting against the glass and burning his eyes.

Joel approached it cautiously, pricking up his ears for any potential danger. Who would leave this oasis out here? Hearing nothing, he approached the log building and climbed the slightly softening stairs. Pushing open the door, he was greeted with nothing but dusty air. Taking one step into the room, he could tell nobody had been in this cabin for years. Dust covered the coffee table and moth eaten couch in the living room. Yellowing books lined the shelves and a taxidermied deer leered at him from the wall. 

Pushing forward, Joel found a puke green kitchen with a plethora of expired canned food and knitted dishcloths in a variety of bright colors. Next to that, a hallway that led him to a bathroom with a kitschy painting of a monkey in a wig brushing his teeth. Joel stared at it for a second, wondering who the hell would have bought something like that. Was he that type of person before the world went to shit? He couldn't remember. 

His tour of the house continued and he found two bedrooms. The first was a master suite with a large bed and a dust soaked brown comforter. He ignored the pictures that lined the walls and shifted through the dressers for anything useful. He found some pants and flannels around his size, as well as some smaller clothes that clearly belonged to a woman. Maybe the owner had a wife? Joel tsked at himself, he needed to remain focused on the task at hand. 

Joel dropped his bag, keeping his rifle notched against his shoulder as he approached the last door to the cabin. Surely if a clicker was going to jump out of him it would have already, but humans don’t typically alert their prey before pouncing in his experience. Joel didn’t smell anything as he approached the door but he remained tense. He didn’t trust his senses anymore. Hell, he hadn’t even smelled the Fireflies that approached him as he did compressions on Ellie after the tunnel. Years before that, he hadn’t noticed the soldier's scent sour after getting the orders that would kill Sarah. 

“Stupid, so fucking stupid, bad alpha, bad provider…”, he growled before shaking his head, trying to clear his mind of the poison that seeped into his soul with every waking moment of his miserable life. 

Half expecting (and half hoping) to be shot dead the second he enters the final room, Joel was greeted with a sight that punched him in the gut. He stumbled back a few steps before a wave of dizziness lurched him forward again. Ears ringing, he fell to his knees and let out a pained cry. 

The room was simple, with flowers painted lovingly on the walls and comic books stuffed into the tiny book shelf on the wall. Tears began to stream down his face as he shakily crawled forward. Joel grasped the only picture that sat on the peachy nightstand. Practically choking on his own cries, he dusted off the frame and looked at the picture. 

Two girls sat on the front porch. The girl on the left was tomboyish and silly, holding a fishing rod in one hand and throwing up the peace sign with the other. The other girl was softer, hands covered in paint and smiling wide while holding a painting of what looks to be a Disney princess. In another life, that could have been them; his pups, Ellie and Sarah.

“It’s not them, it’s not them, it’s n-not them,” he mumbled to himself, trying to ignore the similarities while his heart rate soared.

He could feel rage building up in his chest as he looked at the girls, his vision going blurry and his jaw popping with how hard he ground his teeth. 

“IT’S NOT FUCKING THEM!,” he yelled, launching the picture at the wall and shattering the frame. 

Joel stayed on the floor for hours before he collected himself, giving one last look to the room before closing it for good. This place would do fine, he decided. It was secluded enough to keep him in his solitary confinement. The cabin sat near a river with clean flowing water and had seeds and canned food in the cabinets. It even had a tomb for his dead girls to serve as a constant reminder of his failure. Scratch that, his failures. This would be where he spent the rest of his life. Alone, as it should be. 

For four years, Joel secluded himself in his cabin. The place had a few adjustments since then. The dust was shaken out of the blankets and the windows opened to wash out the dankness of the place. He had planted seeds and started a garden, put up traps around the area for meat, and even fixed the porch after he had almost fallen through it one morning.

Tommy found him a couple months after his arrival and he managed swindle his brother into helping him get the solar panels working so that he could have power. The younger Miller had lingered, trying to convince his brother to follow him back to a life in Jackson but Joel had just growled at the beta until he backed off. The only concession Joel agreed two was a meet up two times a year, once before winter hit in November and once again at the break of Spring in May. He knew Tommy just wanted to check in on him and as annoyed as he was, he also knew that it was the only way he could avoid the beta dragging him back to Jackson.

Jackson didn’t need the measly produce and game that Joel provided, Joel knew that. His brother needed proof that Joel was still breathing, and this was the only way Tommy knew he could get it. 

Joel’s head pounded at the thought of his idiot brother as he tried to rinse off the memories that plagued him. He stood under the scalding spray for a few more moments, willing himself to relax. He wondered briefly if it was his rut that was coming but he quickly brushed that off. He hadn’t had one of those since Tess was still alive. Whether it was stress or that he was aging way too fast, they had just stopped one day. Not that he minded, he hadn’t cared much for the monthly desperation and now he didn't think he deserved the pleasure a release would bring him.

Turning the valve, Joel stepped out of the shower and toweled off. His body was practically on auto pilot as he went through his routine of getting dressed. He crammed whatever food he could find into his mouth before putting on his boots and heading out to check the traps. 

The air was chilly as Joel stepped out. He quickly zipped his jacket while cursing the wind that bit into his wide frame. Joel stopped to look at the sky briefly and wondered if it would snow soon. A week into November and the temperatures had dropped drastically. He wondered if this winter would be as brutal as the last. One day he had not even been able to get out the front door with how much snow had come. After 24 hours, he had to literally dig himself out. 

Sighing, he headed into the trees surrounding the cabin. Every trap he crossed was empty, save for the last one near the river. That was usually the case, with animals that sought water easily getting snared in the wire. The trap held a good sized rabbit. He grinned as he thought about the stew that he would make with the gamey meat.  

“You’ll do just fine darling,” he drawled, releasing the snare from its neck before he shoved it in his pack. 

Joel turned, deciding to return to the cabin so that he could properly skin his new found treasure but something stopped him in his tracks. His spine straightened. Is that? No, it can't be. His nose lifted in the air, searching for something that could not possibly be true. That’s when he heard it. 

It was quiet. The noise barely carried over the wind and the river nearby but his ears zoned into it immediately. His instincts were trained for this. Joel waited a second. He was sure that he had finally lost it, but then he heard it again.

A whine. 

Not just any whine, no, this whine was high pitched and light. It floated on the cold air over to him and smacked him in the face. The scent of lavender and peppermint dizzied him and his heightened senses picked up another strangled whine. This whine had sweat forming on his brow and a need to protect tensing all the muscles in his legs. He was sure of it now. This was the whine of an omega. 

For a second Joel just stood there dumbfounded. What the fuck was an omega doing all the way out here? Were they alone? Did they need help? Were they hurt? If they are hurt then they need his help. He has to help, need to be good, need to protect, need to…

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Joel gritted out, rubbing his eyes as his headache worsened with every second he stood there. 

Another gust of cold wind brushed against his face and the sweet scent surrounded him again. He smelled the sharp note of panic in the aroma and his legs moved forward before his brain could process the action, his instincts taking over for him. Bounding through the trees, he ran towards the riverbank. His eyes wheeled around his surroundings, a gasp leaving his mouth as he spied a small lump near the rushing waters. Heart pounding in his ears, Joel raced towards it.

-You-

How long had you been lost? Weeks? A month? You didn’t even know anymore. You had been a part of a group of people, being the only survivors from a larger place that had been overrun by infected. After dodging infected and raiders for nearly a year, your luck had to ran out.

Your group had ran out of gas on some godforsaken backroad and were utterly stranded there. Hoping to find something in the small town - could you even call it a town? - your group had trudged into the small strip of dilapidated stores with one sorry looking gas station in the center. 

Everything had happened so fast. One moment you were outside the gas station watching a squirrel skitter up a tree near you, the next there were gunshots and screaming. Infected tore apart the face of your friend, an older omega named Miriam who had taken you under her wing, right in front of you. You remember screaming and immediately twenty dead faces turning in your direction. Miriam’s alpha, a soft yet stern woman named Rachel, had stepped in front of you cocking her gun. You whined and whimpered, legs shaking and scent downright acidic with terror as you cowered behind her. 

“Go Y/N,” Rachel yelled at you, squaring up as the runners and clickers darted towards her. 

You couldn't leave her. What would you do? Where would you go? Rarely had you ever been allowed to be alone and you never really wanted to be. Being an unclaimed omega in a lawless world meant that you had to stick to groups with those that would protect you, lest you become a raiding group's plaything.

Rachel pushed you back and started firing. Whining behind her, you tried to pull her towards the guard rail. You needed her, how would you survive alone?

“GET OUT OF HERE OMEGA!,” Rachel boomed. 

That flipped a switch in you. It was a biological kick in the ass that had you turning and sprinting across the road. Jumping over the guardrail, you looked back over your shoulder and saw Rachel slicing through the advancing dead. With her emptied gun somewhere on the ground behind her, you watched as a clicker launched itself at her and tore into her flesh. 

With Rachel’s last instructions to you bouncing off the walls of your now empty brain, you turned and sprinted into the forest. Passing nothing but trees, you ran until you were gagged and retched. Your chest was practically on the verge of exploding by the time you stopped and your legs gave out. Collapsing on to the cold ground, you laid beneath the foliage and drifted. 

That had been weeks ago, or months, you weren’t sure at this point. It’s not like keeping a calendar was on your mind. Plus, your heats had stopped from the starvation your group had faced for the past year. You tried counting how many days you had been lost by the nights but soon, with only a bag of granola in your pack and bottle of water depleted, the days and nights had blurred together.

This was how you were going to die. You felt like laughing and crying at the same time. You had been young when the virus hit, maybe 5 years old, and had watched it pick off every member of your family until it was just you and your mother. Your mother had been kind once, you think, but aren’t entirely sure if that was true or wishful thinking. 

A fairytale made up by a lonely child in a dying world perhaps?

You shook your head. No, she had sung songs to you at one point but that was before. After the infection, after your father died, she had kept you safe while bouncing around QZs in search of some sort of safe haven. That was until she met Josiah, a preacher that took you both into his group and quickly became your stepfather. 

You had tried to like him. He seemed sweet at first, giving candies to you and the other children at camp, offering to teach you how to tend to the garden, bringing you a pair of pink shoes that you were so excited to have that your mother pinched your arm just to get you to stop squealing. However, things shifted after your mother and you got more comfortable in town. It became clear that worshipping was the only way that Josiah would let you stay.

Your mother followed along, biting her cheeks and dragging you with her to bible studies and all night prayer services that bruised your knees. But you could tell that she hated every second of it. You could feel it in the way she wrenched you forward everytime you protested going to the services that you hated. You had been to religious services briefly before the outbreak, your mom taking you to Catholic mass once for Christmas eve and your father taking you to celebrate Purim at the local synagogue, but you were way too young to really understand the meaning of any of it. By the time Josiah came around, those memories were barely a whisper in your brain. 

Things got worse from there. Josiah became the centerpiece for the group and everyone bowed to his every decree. The alphas were at the top of the pecking order, never to be questioned especially by an omega. Omegas were to be demure, quiet, dutiful, and were meant to be completely under the coverture of their alpha. Betas were given slightly more leeway than omegas, but would never be in a leadership position at camp and would only be allowed to mate with other betas. Anyone breaking the strict biological guidelines were brutally punished. The methods were downright inhumane depending on Josiah’s mood or the level of perceived “heresy.” 

You prayed for years under Josiah’s tyranny that you would present as a beta. Sure, you would never lead like an alpha but that never appealed to you anyways. You were caring and you wanted to help people. Plus, maybe if you were a beta they would let you become a doctor. The majority of the group were also betas and many were your age. Being a beta would mean that when the time came, you would have more than enough people to choose from for mating. 

Much to your dismay, you presented as an omega and everything got worse. You didn’t have many friends, mainly Jake and the ladies that lived next door; Miriam and Rachel, but now you were stuck inside the house. Josiah wanted to keep you from sin, so he locked you away “for your own good.” You were forced to dress more conservatively, to eat less to maintain your figure, to pray more, to upkeep the house, to never look an alpha in the eye, etc. All the while, inside the house, you tiptoed around the rage of your dulled mother and the leers that your stepfather gave your developing figure. 

By the time the infected had overwhelmed the dinky gate that protected your community, you had already been planning on escaping for months. Leaping into a car with Miriam, Rachel, Jake, and a few others, calmness washed over you amidst the destruction. You knew that your mother was probably dead, and you had seen your stepfather get his head ripped clean off of shoulders by a massive clicker, but you didn’t feel anything but relief.

The year after you left, although it was hard with the constant running and fighting, was actually the best year of your life. Nobody expected you to be anything, nobody pinched you, nobody made you pray, nobody smacked you if you made eye contact. You were just you. 

“And now look at you,” you chuckled, “stumbling through the woods with no fucking idea where you are going.”

If you didn't find shelter soon, you knew that you would die. You needed to eat, to rest. There was no way you would last another night in the forest.

Your stomach growled violently, practically shaking your frame with the force. You lifted your nose in the air, searching for a whiff of anything. At this point, you were open to eating a squirrel. You shambled through the trees for hours, vision blacking out around the edges as you tried to find any trace of sustenance. Then you heard it: the loud roar of flowing water nearby. 

A new sense of urgency pierced through the delirium and you staggered through the vegetation. The urgency made you clumsy and you faceplanted on the rocky bank. A small whine escaped your mouth as you hauled yourself up onto your hands and knees. Your palms smeared blood across the rocks as you crawled towards the water. Dizziness scrambled your thoughts but you pushed through with your heart leaping in your chest and eyes bleary. Faltering as a wave of nausea and dizziness rocked into you, you lost your balance and crumpled just a few inches from the water.

You whined again, louder this time. Frustration welled up in your chest with your goal so close, yet so far away. As you laid there, contemplating whether or not it would be easier just to give in and die, a breeze came from the trees and carried over the most delicious scent that has ever graced your nostrils.

The smell of sandalwood and bergamot glided over the air and wrapped itself around your senses. You felt your body immediately sag along the shore, your eyelids drooping as a feeling of peace overwhelmed you. You weren't sure what was happening, having never felt this calm in your entire life but you didn't question it and gave in to the peace.

You didn't even flinch when you felt a pair of strong arms turn you over and lift you into the air. The comforting aroma coated the back of your throat and warmed the tips of your fingers, making you snuggle into the warmth pressed against you. You rubbed your face into the source as you felt yourself being whisked away.

A soft hum came from your carrier and you heard a deep comforting voice say, “It’s okay omega, I’ve got you. Not gonna let anything happen to ya darling.” 

You had never fallen asleep so quickly in your entire life.

[lucky-3833]

A beowolf giving Nora or Ruby a rough throat fucking after snatching her away from camp. She wakes up do to a lack of oxygen and can only weakly struggle as the beast has it's way with her esophagus. She panics when black starts to tint her vision. As she loses consciousness all she can barely feel the beast unloading it's seed into her stomach. She awakes later back in camp, feeling a little bloated and wondering if it was all a dream unaware of the red eyes watching her from the treeline.

Just for fun I decided to back through my inbox. I’m really bad at deleting stuff I don’t think I’ll answer, so there’s things here from when I first started the blog…like this one, from 2017. I wonder if this anon is even still on tumblr? If they are, it’s their lucky day!

Ruby’s eyes flew open as she felt something cram its way between her lips, forcing her jaw to the limits of its tolerance as whatever it was pushed into her mouth and then down her throat.

What she saw made no sense. Nothing but veins hidden under a swell of black fur…at least, until she managed to catch a glimpse of the white mask of bone above.

A Grimm was in her tent. A Beowolf. And it was-!

She pounded her fists against its belly, uselessly. She might as well have been punching stone, as the Grimm shoved its fucking cock so deep inside of her that she swore the spade-shaped head was buried somewhere south of her collarbone.

Even as she choked and struggled, the fat balls pressed down over her nose smothered her, ensuring that the few faint gasps of air she’d managed to suck down before her throat was plugged were absolutely saturated with pheromones and musk. The Beowolf smelled like sex, fresh sweat and the unmistakable musk of masculinity mingling with the slightest tinge of blood, ensuring that even as his scent drowned her brain she was unable to forget what he was.

He didn’t even bother to pin her arms and legs down as he started to thrust, letting her cock and punch and flail for all the good it did as he languidly raped her throat, each thrust slamming his nuts into her face hard enough to make Ruby see stars.

To her increasing shame, her body was responding. Unwanted though it may be, her baser instincts recognized when a powerful male was present, and knew the appropriate responses. Her thighs rubbed together as heat flushed in her belly, each sloppy jet of precum poured into her stomach only stoking it higher.

The knot started to swell, battering at her lips, but oxygen was becoming a serious concern and Ruby was barely able to muster up the focus to realize what that meant.

And then, there was no way to ignore it. The beast’s knot slammed through her lips, throbbing to its full size and swelling to lock itself behind her teeth, ensuring that nothing prevented it from dumping its addictive, corruptive cum straight into Ruby’s belly.

to her horror, the silver-eyed Huntress trainee squealed silently around the improvised gag, a quick and filthy orgasm rocking through her as her body reacted to its violation. The oxygen deprivation hadn’t helped, blanking out the whole world except for her attacker, forcing her to focus on him.

Now, though, the situation was getting critical. As her belly stretched and swelled, Ruby clawed desperately at the Beowolf’s underbelly as her lungs screamed for air. Her vision began to go dim, and she wondered if this was how it ended for her? She would never learn the truth about her mom, never live up to her legacy…her path towards being a hero was cut short, used as a disposable cocksleeve to help a Grimm dump some cum and without even being considered worth a single second of consideration towards letting her live to be fucked a second time.

It was that thought that was the final one to cross her mind before darkness overcame her. The last thing she saw was the throbbing nuts of the Beowolf clenching as they pumped another rope of jizz into her guts.

…And then her eyes opened again. She bolted upright, gasping in panic, hands flying to her chest.

She was alive? Ruby looked around her tent. No claw marks, no rips in the walls…she felt a bit bloated, and her throat was sore…but maybe she’d just been breathing through her mouth? And if her sleeping bag had fallen over her face…?

It seemed weak, but it was the only explanation she could think of. Hopefully the stomach thing was just her imagination, she’d hate to have some kind of bug out here.

mind still whirling with shame from the form of her ‘dream’, Ruby uneasily lay back down to sleep.

Outside, red eyes glared at her tent through the undergrowth. A fat Beowolf cock, still dripping with her saliva, twitched in anticipation. The next night would arrive soon enough…

[azspot]

And those niche subcultures? A lot of them are gone now, either drowned out by that sea of bots and fascists, run off to other sites and Discord servers, or just departed from the hostile waters of social media entirely. Who can blame them? The thing that has killed Twitter and defined X, its bastard successor, is that the latter just feels icky to use. You'll think I mean the politics—and I do, a little—but there have always been far-right freaks on social media. "Ban the Nazis, Jack" was a common refrain when it was Jack Dorsey in charge, long before Musk. Really what I mean is that there's just something gross about the actual act of scrolling on the website now. It's become dank and ichorous, like wading through the sheer, concentrated sludge of all the worst comment sections on the internet. Scam after scam after scam after AI video after crypto pump-and-dump. A pure, unmitigated firehose of slop, not suitable for human life.

Twitter is dead, X is a cesspit, let's make 2025 the year of the message board

[wispstalk]

Modern AU Coradri is a twitch streamer and she has absolutely used her platform to run a pump and dump scheme with a bespoke shitcoin. No one is filing any lawsuits because she was cute and charming about it.

Tanis got into crypto mining back in 2012, based on the advice of some libertarian coworker, but he used it all to buy raw opium and dubious synthetic hallucinogens. Got sober and had nothing left when the value exploded. He will be pissed about this until the day he dies.

Martin has about fifty bucks in a few stablecoins to monitor the market, and a deranged pepe silvia board in his home office to track all the major crypto players. One of these days he's gonna make headlines when he and Elon Musk maul each other to death in Times Square

[terriwriting]

What’s happening in the United States bears “family resemblances” to fascism, says Alberto Toscano. But the term has limits and warrants a thoughtful exploration, advises the Italian philosopher and critical theorist. He applies a related term to what Donald Trump and Elon Musk represent: “Caesarism.” Toscano, a visiting associate professor at Simon Fraser University, is the author of Late Fascism: Race, Capitalism and the Politics of Crisis, published in 2023, and has spent much of his scholarly career thinking and writing about the various forms authoritarianism and fascism can take, past and present. The repression and seizure of power taking place now in the United States sure look a lot like the classic portraits of fascism as they are conventionally understood. Still, there are aspects of this moment that strike Toscano as peculiar. “This is a very unique conjunction of the culture war, persecutory politics against trans people, against migrants, against any form of diversity or difference in educational institutions etc.,” Toscano told The Tyee. “But then, on the other hand, this licence given within the state for a direct dismantling of state infrastructure, carried out by the world’s richest man and his minions — that’s not anything that one can find, I think, in the annals of fascism.”

Right now the looters are in charge. Dump public funds into crypto and a bullshit "sovereign wealth fund" to pump the fortunes of the wealthy, give the billionaire class a trillion-dollar tax cut, and buddy up to dictators who can give you a place to hide the loot. They're not worried about the future of the state because the billionaire class doesn't believe there is a future. In their minds, their personal death is the same as the end of the world.

Trump and Musk are also impulsive, incompetent, and driven by petty grudges. Trump keeps slapping the big shiny button marked 'Tariffs' both because he genuinely thinks they're a quick and easy way to fix the US economy and because the noise makes him feel like a big boy. Musk is burning down whatever regulators he can get his hands on because they told him 'no' and that made him feel bad. The impulsivity and grudge-holding compound the looting.

The Christofascists and Nazis are waiting in the wings for their chance on stage, and getting increasingly nervous as the looters burn down the empire they wanted to control.

[subdee]

Actually let me summarize this because my last post was a bit lengthy.

We are headed straight for recession while the US government dismantles all the programs that help ordinary people and poor people (which will soon be almost all of us).

Yes, they DID start dismantling social security this week. They no longer fear public backlash for this or any future action.

They plan to use that money, not ONLY for their (bribe to the wealthy) tax cut, but to "gamble" on crypto currency by creating a "strategic stockpile" of five cryptocurrencies in a move straight out of Elon Musk's pump and dump playbook.

I put "gamble" in quotes because normally it is gambling. However, in this case we have insider traders who fired all the oversight people in charge of the government, so it is less "gambling" than the 100% guaranteed outcome that all of that taxpayer money will evaporate out of the stockpile and into the hands of the insider traders. This is how the straight - up looting of the Treasury will happen.

[darkmaga-returns]

Pay attention to this! Could we be on the verge of the greatest land grab in history? All of the land that the Federal government unconstitutionally owns is on the radar of the incoming administration, and in particular Elon Musk and the Secretary of Commerce nominee, Howard Lutnick. ⁃ Patrick Wood, Editor.

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We are researching what looks to be the next phase in the financial coup d’état.

We are watching what appears to be a significant “astroturf” campaign to persuade the federal and state governments to begin significant Bitcoin (BTC) buying programs using taxpayers’ money and funds borrowed with ever-expanding debt to fund BTC to be held on government balance sheets. This will solve a major problem faced by the Bitcoin billionaires—how to liquify their holdings in a market that is not sufficiently broad and deep to allow them an exit during a major pump.

Why would they want to exit now? Because now that the debt growth model is over, and there is more paper than there are real assets, the rush for land and real assets is on. Think of this as a swap. If you are the Bitcoin billionaires and Mr. Global, you want to get retail to buy your digital creations so that you can shift to owning and controlling the real assets. Your problem, however, is that retail will not buy in sufficient quantity—so, you simply mandate retail buys by using the government to do it. You also want to glorify your digital creations and not draw attention to the land, mineral, gold, and other real assets. The last thing you want is a wave of retail buying that competes the price of real assets higher.

It is important to connect the dots with the federal government’s efforts to survey all land and mineral resources and the growing discussion of how to take advantage of “$500 trillion of land and minerals owned by the U.S. government.” (See interview above with Howard Lutnick, head of NY Fed primary dealer Cantor Fitzgerald, and nominee for Secretary of Commerce) The land and minerals cannot be disappeared out the back door in the way that the black-budget technology and the missing $21 trillion were.

So, what is the best way to plunder the remaining assets? Swap them for BTC, which started off as a great idea but has been hijacked and is now operating as a pump-and-dump vehicle. If you can get government buying programs to send the BTC price to the moon, exit your holdings, and use the funding to pick up rich land and minerals, you can swap the U.S. balance sheet out of priceless and into worthless. And if you can arrange for the sale of BTC to be tax-free, as was trial-ballooned by one RFK at Bitcoin 2024, the economics become wildly sweet.

This is a bit like the financial equivalent of vaccine mandates. When there is little market, just have government buy it and mandate it. And kill millions.

It is hard for anyone to fathom a more outrageous “reverse Robin Hood”—take from the poor and give to the rich. However, if you look at the success of the pandemic, we are reminded that “crime that pays is crime that stays,” and so the hubris continues to grow. Just start telling politicians that using taxpayers’ resources (other people’s money) to buy BTC will strategically position them to be “innovative” and attract the tech entrepreneurs to build the high-tech economy of the future.

Imagine an entire society of people already being brutalized by inflation and then using their retirement savings and taxes to pump the BTC price, thereby taking the Bitcoin billionaires out of their Ponzi scheme at the top.

You have to give the bankers credit. Who would have thought they could build a bigger heist than the pandemic this quickly?

In the meantime, we are collecting related elements of the chronology and video and article links here. Feel free to join in by posting your contributions in the comments below.

And stay tuned…this discussion has only just begun.

[justindignant]

#Trump will kill #millions of small businesses with 150% tariffs on #China

But hey, #tech #bros get a break.. All those #billionaires get whatever they want

They said #Biden was #incompetent

This #moron might decide to start a war. He has no clue what is really going on, they #spoon feed him #garbage and he #laps it up.

Is there any person with a voice that will speak out?

Here is how we get him

A pump and dump is a financial crime, a felony.

This #TrumPump was the ultimate #PumpnDump, $50 Billion taken in days... well ultimate until this tariff bs.

I think he tipped #Congress off, they all bought in, so now they can't say anything ^-^

This is enough to #prosecute. Can we get one #Democrat to call out the #Crypto #Scam?

btw- the other reason...

This is #Soros Bro aka Scott #Bessent. He is killing the dollar on purpose. #Traitor

This is the #Republican #Budget: $55T #Debt Ceiling

It's passed the #House and the #Senate will "#debate" it soon.

Announcing we are borrowing another $20 Trillion... is announcing the dollar will be worth half in 10 years... or a lot less if it's no longer reserve currency and you're the last one out...

Call your uncle the bond trader and ask him what happened last week.

Or I'll tell you. Hedge funds buy billions of $US #Bonds to prop up the govt. Goldman Sachs and the like play the market with billions on 10x credit... the #fake #tariff #numbers

caused the stock market crash which made the bond market go the wrong way for Goldman. Now they could get a margin call and then they have to sell bonds which is really bad because China and Japan started dumping their bonds. This could go sideways real fast... esp if there were a war.

All the dominoes are in place... meanwhile #Elon seems to control #Donald... Perhaps the only way to prevent #WWIII is to #arrest #Musk and put him in a faraday cage

Everyone talks about The Salute, but there many other #Nazi similarities

A #VW #Commercial by #Hitler, #Tesla by #DJT

Have you heard of #False #Flags? Attack yourself and accuse others to play the #victim and take the scrutiny off yourself

When the #TeslaFires started, #DOGE was under fire because it is a #Fraud

Hey we saved money!

No money saved with a Trillion for a shiny new #Boeing! #AirForce #F47 #Jet - who tf buys a boeing? #Laughingstock

and a new $1 Trillion dollar Defense budget

Money Saved. $0

Kids, this is the slippery slope of Fascism.

We are there. If your Peeps don't get it... maybe try turning off all phones and wifi for an hour, then discuss it, preferably over a peace pipe

This is it, are you going to fight to save the USA, or allow the dollar to collapse and the criminals to walk away with Trillions while they turn America into #Skynet #Slave state.

You were blessed to be born in exciting times....

ps- Nero Fiddled While Rome Burned, but so did the Romans.

That's what the pron is all about. #Viagra and #Sex is everywhere... to keep you distracted from TrumpCo #Treason

[battleangel]

Small Talk, Ecocide & Genocide

The societal obsession with civility, small talk, decorum & “being nice” is slowly killing the planet & allowing a merciless genocide to continue unabated for nearly a year.

Its not “polite” to engage in small talk about climate change or the fact that the fucking planet is literally dying and there is an impending ecocide that over a hundred studies predict could happen by 2100.

Literally in less than one human being's lifespan from today, the earth is predicted to be uninhabitable.

But thats not “nice” to say and its not “polite small talk”.

Last year, on my birthday three days before Halloween, for the first time in my life — 42 years — it was 80 fucking degrees on fucking Halloween weekend!

I even wrote a tumblr blog post about it because I was so fucking gagged by the weather.

Still, societally, you are only allowed to acknowledge that its “kind of warm for October” or “its going to be a hot Halloween”.

Banal small talk to cover up extreme unprecedented weather never before seen instead of calling it for what it is — the literal destruction of planet earth.

The sky is actually falling but still anyone wants to do is discuss unprecedented weather as it pertains to their Labor Day weekend, beach, travel, party and dinner plans.

Never about climate change, never about fossil fuels, never about forever chemicals, never about landfills, never about deforestation, never about excessive central air conditioning and heat usage, never about replacing air conditioning with open windows and a ceiling or box fan, never about maximalism, hypercapitalism, industrial pollution, industrial runoff, oceanic & air pollution, logging industry, big pharma, big ag, 9 billions tons of single use plastic, oil, coal, meat packaging, airplanes, cruise ships, automobiles, not owning a personal vehicle, the toxic forever chemicals produced by the batteries in electric vehicles, cobalt, mining, factory farms, sweatshops, war pollutants. . .

Ive lived in NJ my whole life for 42 years and for the first time in my life there was an earthquake earlier this summer.

Still, its just a dinner party topic, an icebreaker, something to discuss with a coworker.

Similarly, earlier this year, for the first time in 42 years of being a NJ resident, there was a tornado.

Still, no actual climate change legislation is ever enacted that would produce results that would actually save the fucking planet.

Elon Musk is already planning to colonize Mars.

Once Earth has been humped, pumped and dumped, they will repeat the pattern again with Mars.

Rapists.

It is the beginning of September. Labor Day was yesterday.

I do get that its Fall and that Summer is over.

However, a TWENTY SIX DEGREE DIFFERENCE IN WEATHER IN ONE FUCKING DAY IS THE VERY FURTHEST thing from normal.

I live in a one bedroom apartment and do not utilize air conditioning.

I live in NJ and we do have heat waves that get up to 100+ degrees which happened several times this summer. My apartment has gotten as hot as 90 degrees. 

I still did not turn my air conditioning on.

I opened the windows and turned on a ceiling fan.

I wear light, minimal clothing and stay hydrated and drink water.

92% of American homes utilize air conditioning — 92%!

The EPA states via a survey that Americans keep their thermostats at a disgustingly wasteful and fucking ridiculous 68 degrees to 72 degrees and the vast majority (76%) dont even bother to fucking adjust the thermostat up when they arent home.

So fucking disgustingly wasteful.

Air conditioning utilizes the most energy in a home outside of heating and refrigerators.

It emits the equivalent of millions of carbon units a year.

Americans use more air conditioning than the rest of the world COMBINED.

Most homes in the UK, France and Germany dont have air conditioning.

Many public buildings and residential homes in Japan dont have air conditioning.

In certain Scandinavian countries, it is illegal for offices to utilize air conditioning.

The EPA suggests in their guidelines that Americans keep their AC thermostats at 80 degrees.

I suggest Americans do what I do and just turn their air conditioning off and open the windows and turn on a ceiling or a box fan.

My grandparents in rural Georgia where it got very hot did not have air conditioning when I would visit them for a month every summer as a kid.

Air conditioning was only invented in 1906 — it isnt a NECESSITY, it is a LUXURY and Americans pretend otherwise even though in my own lifetime, there were plenty of homes and buildings without air conditioning!

Air conditioning is completely ubiquitous in America to the level of brainwashing — you can literally go an entire summer in America and never once encounter an internal environment or building without artificially cooled air!

That is brainwashing!

My windows have been open every single day all summer — June through August.

I came out to my living room this morning and it was fucking frigid.

56 degrees outside.

But I wont bother closing the windows because due to climate change, the high today is an unbelievable 76 degrees and the low is 50 fucking degrees.

Still, noone just says, you know it was never the norm for a twenty six fucking degree change in weather in one fucking day.

I have an oversized sweater, leggings and socks on inside my apartment with the windows open and my fingertips are legitimately numb.

And the average American on a day like today just shuts their air conditioning off mindlessly in the morning then just as mindlessly blasts it in the afternoon when the temperature is going to jump twenty fucking degrees to a high of 76 then just as mindlessly shuts their air conditioning off at night as the low is a fucking disgusting 50 degrees tonight.

Never with one single solitary fucking thought.

I left corporate in 2019 and have been a work from home freelance podcaster since 2021.

But I worked in corporate for 15 years — six years in customer service, five years as a recruiter and then I owned my own career coaching and resume writing business for 3 years.

I know for a fact if I was still in a W-2 job that the weather today instead of being correctly and honestly flagged as one of the most fucking egregious and disgusting examples of climate change I have ever witnessed — along with the earthquake and tornado both for the first time fucking ever earlier this summer and the 80 degree weather Halloween weekend last fucking October — it would have just been another inane topic of small talk.

And if I had dared to bring up climate change, I would have been accused of “politicizing” things.

For telling the fucking truth.

So then, instead, someone tells a “joke” about how Starbucks brought the Pumpkin Spice Latte back “early”. Then someone says Dairy Queen also brought their Fall menu out early. Then someone chimes in that Ritas Italian Ice did the same.

Cue laugh track.

Instead of telling the fucking truth — that these extreme weather patterns, these extremely humid and hot heat waves, earthquakes and tornados in fucking NJ, 80 degree weather Halloween weekend in NJ, a TWENTY SIX DEGREE CHANGE IN THE WEATHER IN ONE FUCKING DAY has been proven in study after study to be a sign of our impending planetary doom and incoming ecocide and death of our planet if we dont change our hypercapitalist, maximalist, overconsumptive, consumerist, materialistic, wasteful, single use plastic, throwaway culture, fast food eating, Doordashing, fast fashion obsessed, toilet paper obsessed, air conditioning addicted, automobile addicted, vacation addicted, airplane flying, cruise shipping, retail shopping addicted, Amazon delivery addicted, Starbucks coffee addicted, Runs on Dunkin addicted, trash generating, food wasting, Amazon landfilling ways. . . 

But no, instead of that truth, which we can all evidently see and feel — climate change and the extreme weather, heat waves, natural disasters, 30+ degree weather changes in ONE fucking day, 80 degree weather in October that should have been a wake up call to change our ways and save our planet — it just becomes yet another inane small talk topic of discussion.

Add it to Paris Olympics, Met Gala, NFL, Oscars, Kamala, Biden, Trump, Vance, Walz and all the other bullshit.

Anything to avoid discussing a genocide that every American adult that earned more than $400 as a freelancer, all entrepreneurs that generated income and all W-2 earners are funding that has murdered over 198k Palestinian civilians despite it being livestreamed to us in real time every single day on social media in the palms of our hands on our phones.

We're seeing elderly men handcuffed being run over by armored Israeli tanks.

Were seeing children be stepped on, bombed, cut to pieces, exploded, injured, dying, crying, screaming, running, evacuating, mourning murdered family members.

Were seeing executions, war crimes, atrocities, crimes against humanity, torture, rapes, mass graves with hundreds of civilian bodies and bombings of refugee camps, open air street markets, residential areas, hospitals, schools and homes by the IOF — Israeli OCCUPATION Force — a genocide is not defense — with total impunity as the IOF is calmly documenting their own war crimes and uploading them to social media.

Still, the ICC and ICJ do nothing.

Ten months of this!

Still, Netanyahu and Gallant arent arrested.

Still, the US continues to send Israel billions — $17 billion this year alone by the Biden/Kamala administration but all anyone cares about is that Kamala is half Black??

Still, the US continues to supply the IOF with 500 lb bombs by Boeing meant to be used on fortified military bunkers being dropped on tents in refugee camps instantly incinerating the civilians within.

Still, the world stands by in silent complicity and streams it live like an updated reality TV show. Every day, more images of death, destruction and despair as you stream peoples deaths live on your couch.

Survivor: Genocide Style!

Who will be voted off the Gaza Strip next?

Netanyahu demands the Phillipi corridor in any ceasefire agreement and in the map during his genocidal press conference he has the absolute fucking unmitigated gall to claim West Bank as part of Israel.

Still, mainstream western media stays complicit referring to this genocide, the mass slaughter of Palestinians, tens of thousands buried unidentified under rubble, tens of thousands blown up bombed and incinerated into pieces unidentified — 198k dead Palestinian civilians & 4k dead Israeli civilians and you have the motherfucking audacity in the mainstream Western media complex to call that a “war”, a “conflict” and “complicated”?

Israel was created in 1948. The Nakba happened in 1948 displacing and murdering hundreds of thousands of Palestinians.

There is nothing “complicated” about that.

The state of Palestine was first recorded in history thousands of years ago.

Israel is a false creation by the US & UK. 

This is readily admitted to.

Biden stated while addressing Congress in 1986 that if Israel didnt exist, “we” would have had to create her.

Ask yourself who “we” is.

But even an ongoing streamed in real time live on your nearest cell phone in gory 4K clarity realness genocide isn't enough to slow down the small talk dick sucking for clout social climbers that use even a genocide as social currency and capital.

Just another blip on the small talk radar.

And if you dare to tell the truth that polio reappeared for the first time in decades for the first time in Palestine because of Israel destroying Palestines infrastructure which has caused open sewage, mountains of trash, bacteria, insects, infections and now polio and even scabies. . .

So, Israel caused the reappearance of polio in Palestine — how can anyone not question the IOFs intentions this weekend temporarily pausing their butchering and murdering (“pausing hostilities”) to distribute a fucking vaccine for a goddamned disease that they are responsible for reintroducing to Palestine?????

The same genocidal fucks that have murdered at least 15k children (probably double or triple that if you count the bodies buried under rubble and cut up into unidentifiable pieces) now all of a sudden care about these same exact children getting polio when they have been indiscriminately murdering them for the past ten fucking months which we have seen endless literal videos for????

If Israel was so “concerned” about a polio outbreak in Palestine spreading to Israel, dont you think that Israel would be vaccinating THEIR OWN POPULATION and NOT vaccinating Palestinians?

Its not a vaccine, you dumb fucks.

The US has done this before — it is the exact same playbook.

The US gave blankets to Native Americans as a “gift” which they actually infected with diseases that they knew the Native Americans had no immunological defense for killing thousands.

Some gift.

The US medically experimented on Black Tuskegee airmen trying to develop vaccines for STIs.

The US has forcibly sterilized women in Puerto Rico without their consent against their will.

Why do you think Israel isnt sterilizing Palestinians and lying and claiming its some vaccine?

The US has done this exact same thing in the very recent past.

You'll notice noone in the IOF is injecting themselves with this “polio vaccine” — why do you think that is?

If Israel is so worried about the polio outbreak in Palestine — wouldnt they be vaccinating their genocidal troops with the same vaccine Israel is administering to Palestinians?

I post videos about this and TikTok and Youtube immediately removed them.

“Medical misinformation”?????????????

Wake the FUCK up at some point!!!!!!!

[thebonesofhoudini]

Twitter is straight up unusable trash now. Every reply to every viral tweet has paid bluechecks content farming with comments unrelated to the tweet, OnlyFans girls promoting their accounts and cringey Cryptobros promoting their latest pump and dump scam.

Elon ruined the app. It used to be so good. Now the shit is so trash. Seriously. Fuck Elon Musk, Tesla, and SpaceX.

[helenvaughans]

"The ideology of Silicon Valley is clear: move fast and break things, scale at all costs, pump and dump. The lingering earth-flavored utopianism of the California Ideology softened the edge, and American two-party politics ensured at least a facade of responsibility, but both have largely fallen away over the past year.

I can point to Musk’s acquisition of Twitter, tech company layoffs, general societal Jokerfication post-Covid and the takeoff of generative AI as proximate causes, but the root cause is an unsustainable concentration of power among frustrated young men; more specifically, among engineers.1

C.P. Snow famously described the cleavage between The Two Cultures in Western society, between science and the humanities. In 1959, Snow observed the social supremacy of the humanities—his argument was that they needed to learn to understand the other culture, for the benefit of society.

But now the engineers are in charge. Universities are STEM departments and professional schools, with humanities a luxury curiosity. Television and now social media has devastated literary culture. We no longer believe in the rule of law or in liberalism more broadly.

So now they’re openly talking about Accelerationism, “effective accelerationism,” even, leaping into the gaping hole in vibe space left by the implosion of FTX/Effective Altruism. Venture capitalist Marc Andreessen has been pushing this for many months, and yesterday released

“The Techno-Optimist Manifesto”

The content is far too stupid to engage with; it takes 10x the effort to refute bullshit than to produce it. Instead, we should think about this document as post-textual. The medium is natural language, but what it encodes is not linear, conceptual reason but vibes. The concluding list of thinkers and fictional characters is simply a clout bomb.

This is a collection of tweets: pure discourse, responding to The Discourse that came before it. In contrast to the idea of individual agency at the heart of liberalism, there is no agency here: the writing is driven entirely by discourse and vibes. It is all implied by what came before it. None of means anything."

[...]

"But Andreessen is more interested in the right hand of cybernetics—he specifically and repeatedly endorses the philosophy of Nick Land, the most famous proponent of Accelerationism. I can’t believe it’s come to this.

Thiel famously said that capitalism and democracy are incompatible, and chose the former.

Land’s Accelerationism says that (techno)capitalism and humanity are incompatible, and yet he still chose the former.3

So make no mistake. Accelerationism is terrorism.4 It violates what Ortega y Gasset calls “man’s most fundamental right...the right to continuity.” Technological accelerationism aims to eliminate the human and instantiate the world of the inhuman functionary. The current rate of change is already incompatible with human dignity, and they want to speed it up. From the manifesto:

We believe in accelerationism – the conscious and deliberate propulsion of technological development – to ensure the fulfillment of the Law of Accelerating Returns.

For people who valorize “The Scientific Method,” they don’t seem to understand what a “Law” is. If this is a Law of Nature, it’s odd that humans have to “fulfill” it. If it’s a human Law, who passed it? Can we overturn it?"

[animeengineer]

They’re scared, folks. Now they’re trying pump-and-dump tactics.

Here is your mission.