#:) all of this will be relevant don't worry

[embroid-away]

What If: Captain America Were Revived Today? #44 (April 1983) by Peter B. Gillis and Sal Buscema; Original Image by John Romita Sr.

In this What If? Marvel tale, Captain America is unfrozen in 1983 rather than the 1960s. Without the leadership of Steve Rogers, The Avengers disband. Meanwhile, a Captain America imposter, who calls himself a "real American," has decided to use his newfound influential media status to publicly support a National Identity Card to "deal with illegal aliens,” to suggest that members of civil rights groups "ought to think seriously as to whether or not their actions contribute to the strengthening of communist enemies," and declare that if those groups tear the country apart with protests, martial law is justified "for the peace to find a solution.”

Neighborhoods with large black populations (e.g., Harlem) are walled off and forced into poverty, and one character even mentions that Jewish people are being “put back into camps.” The right-wing politicians make sure that things like this aren’t shown on television, keeping the majority of the American public ignorant of the horrors committed with their indifferent support. The public are simultaneously told that with some sacrifices, America can be free once again. The fake Captain America confronts a group of peaceful protestors, and he is shot by a sniper (in what reads like an inside job), allowing the police to have “reason” to attack the protestors. The imposter does not die and instead uses the attack to provide more reason for the violent crackdown against protesting groups.

When the true Captain America is unfrozen, he is horrified to see what America has become, especially with his emblem stamped all over it. He immediately seeks out the resistance forces (who clearly represent the Black Panther Party) and joins their cause, stating that "the wrongs [he's] seen will take much more than one man to right -- but [he's] got a name to clear, a costume to unsoil-- and a country to die for!!"

By the time Steve joins them, the resistance only has one chance left to stop the American downfall: a political convention where the "America First" party will be able to secure its support to sweep the national elections and allow them "to return America to the pure and great nation [the] forefathers envisioned."

The resistance strikes just as the convention begins. The Captain America imposter is no match in a fight against the true Captain America -- especially against a Steve Rogers who's fucking pissed. ("Get up so I can knock you down!!")

With the imposter knocked unconscious, Captain America addresses the convention crowd, warning that an America that does not represent all its people does not deserve to exist at all; that liberty can be "as easily snuffed out [in America] as in Nazi Germany" and "as a people, we are no different from them."

The crowd realizes that the man speaking before them is the true Captain America and cheers. Captain America holds his hand up and silences them, stating that he will not allow them the chance to simply replace one idol with another. He alone can’t undo the horrible damage, and he pleads that there’s still a chance for the people to “find America once again.”

Fascism doesn’t change its tune, just its singers.

A 2021 Marvel Trumps Hate ( @marveltrumpshate ) commission, completed on 22-count aida cloth with embroidery floss and watercolors on a 9" diameter bamboo hoop.

[bleaksqueak]

Woah dang, waking up to 99+ notifs on tumblr almost always means that an old Homestuck piece is going around again... imagine my delighted surprise to see it was all notifs about Soli! That was a great thing to wake up to. Felt an actual flutter in my chest. Thank you so much, everyone! And apologies for how Elias' hair keeps subtly changing. You always kind of figure out exactly how a character looks and how to draw them as you go along with sequential art. It, funny enough, largely comes from figuring out their acting (so lots and lots of different angles and features that need to shift/change slightly to carry the weight of looking like they should feel, for lack of a better way to describe it ) At any rate, glad to see people are excited for chapter 3! next update will be next week, and will be a two page spread.

[quickhacked]

// wip day.

tagged by; @adelaidedrubman, @katsigian and @hibernationsuit, thank you so much!! tagging; @reaperkiller, @envergothash, @dickytwister, @shellibisshe, @secondsundering, @devilbrakers, @dekariosgale, @velocitic, @necro-hamster and YOU!

thought i'd do something different for this today :^) i'm working on a powerpoint (inspired by ezra velocitic thank u for the idea ^-^) to hopefully one day be able to explain the cyberpunk extended blorboverse that red reaperkiller and i have been working on for over a year now! it also includes my own story with vincent and his friends since the two stories eventually come together sometime in 2083 and 2084 (yeah i know the game is called 2077 i don't care leve me aloe). here's some slides to give you an idea of what kind of lore to expect :^)

[clever-fox-studios]

Jenn suffers from a form of hubris called "friend shaped".

There's at least one person in the guild with an open bet that Jenn gets deleted by petting something that she shouldn't, so it's a very well known trait of hers in certain circles. Just not the ones Sun and Moon are in.

This is a canon event.

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

In the spirit of that reblog, could you tell me more about Luis? He's the primary whumper in lots of your writing and many of the war mages seem to sincerely loathe him, but then Mariano is shown to have a really trusting relationship with him and Luis clearly cares about the war mages at times. I haven't quite strung together the complexity of it all yet~

Ohhhh my god yeah this ask has activated my Cannot Shut The Fuck Up Disease so let's GO.

Luis is absolutely a complex whumper and hard to easily grasp. He has nothing but love and care in his heart for his mages. He's trained literally every single one since they were 18, and you can't not form a bond of some kind with someone in that time--and all of them know that he loves them. They know he would rather die before seriously, legitimately harming them on purpose without reason. They know he gets zero actual enjoyment out of hurting them.

Unfortunately, they're all special ops soldiers. People who, sometimes alone, are put in situations where they face capture and torture and unthinkable suffering. So Luis has to prepare them for these possibilities. He's seen what happens when you aren't prepared, back when he was one of the very first war mages on his own squad.

He's seen people give up and die, people he loved dearly. He's lost mages, Dimitri and Laredo's old squad, because there was an accident and (in his eyes) they didn't have training and clear guidance to fall back on (I will get to that in the stories though, it's something that informs the "you have to save yourself" standing order he has in place). Luis is someone who fears loss, especially loss of bright, young, talented mages. So he tortures them in a safe area with his own two hands, and teaches them how to read a torturer and captor, and how to mentally recover from the immediate aftermath, and how to escape even if it feels impossible.

He trusts his mages to follow his orders, and they trust that if they do what he wants, he'll treat them well. It's a basic sort of thing but it's necessary for their relationships, and generally he's very fair with not punishing them too harshly for silly stuff so he legitimately does build a good rapport with them all. If they get the training room, or are threatened with death, it's because to Luis what they did was just that serious.

Unfortunately, he does still butt heads with them, and he does still threaten their lives if they decide war crimes aren't something they want to do, all on top of punishing using their worst fears. Over time, no matter how much you love someone, that sort of abuse sours all the good feelings. The good feelings don't go away, bc when they're good they're good, but it makes things complicated.

Dimitri trusts Luis to not freeze him to death over simple disobedience, but he's afraid of him, and he hates him, and loves him, and if Luis approached him with an apology and changed behavior after prison? Dimitri would forgive him, because he was forgiven after making changes and working on himself.

All of the war mages feel similarly, really, because Luis' warmth and care isn't an act. They know that like them, he's also receiving orders that he can't just disregard. They may hate him sometimes, and they may disagree with him on fundamental stuff like "hey, perhaps stopping the war crime stuff could improve our lives in the long run", but they're all stuck with each other in a shitty, traumatic situation, so they make it work.

BASICALLY with Luis I'm exploring complex, complicated feelings about someone who has power over you, sincerely loves you, and who hurts you anyway bc I just think it's interesting! :)

[suncaptor]

never trust any narrative about medicine that talks in 100% absolutes.

[abronzeagegod]

ETS WIP Chapter 2: Small Gods

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Their luck did not hold out.

It is the nature of tech support to be superstitious, and Aeth was particularly superstitious. It had served them well a number of times in the past and it made them feel better.

Everyone in tech support has their little rituals. Aeth had many. Different things they did when they're working in the office versus when they are out on house calls.

Hair up and dressed in greens when they do things directly related to server maintenance. Hair down, three rings on their left hand, one on their right, six total earrings, and dressed in neutral colors when their tasked with debugging long strings of code if the deadline is less than 24 hours.

The last stop and job for the day had Aeth going to a house and taking a look at their decades old computer, and trying to fix something so old that a replacement is probably going to have to be done.

That means that Aeth was once again changing in the back of the van to dress in grays and blues, with a sensible working class watch, with at least three different screw drivers in their tool kit, along with a fresh roll of duct tape, and exactly two pieces of gum.

The house that they were sent to was a simple thing, no more than one story with an attached garage. It was quaint. Nice even. A bit of a surprise to find a small, charming little house with a yard in the sprawl of the city that Aeth called home, but they long ago tried to stop being surprised by this city.

There's a couple of small toys that they have to carefully step over to reach the front door.

They knock on the door and are very quickly greeted by a man that looks very much like a dad. There's something about his look and the way he stands that feels very dad-like.

"I'm here with Tech Support," they say, holding out their ID to confirm their identity. "You need some help?"

He smiles kindly at you. "Yes, we do. I'm afraid I'm relatively hopeless with technology, so I can use any help I can get."

The door is held open for Aeth, and as part of their ritual, they take out one of the pieces of gum and put it in their mouth as they cross the threshold.

This house is nice, small but clearly loved and cared for.

It bares the marks and scars of family life and love in abundance. Just as the man next to Aeth looks and feels like a dad, this looks and feels like a home. It's deeply comforting and there's something there that puts Aeth slightly on edge. There's nothing outwardly wrong, nothing sinister, it's just that because there is no sign of anything negative, harsh, mean, or off-putting that everything becomes that marker.

"Follow me," the dad says as he leads them into the room where the computer rests.

The room is absolutely filled with books and bookshelves, so the desk with the ancient computer is almost comical in how out of place it looks.

The computer itself is ancient, by technological standards. It is at least 20 years old, if not more, and Aeth is surprised that it is even still functional, since it was likely made long before the advent of the modern internet much less the numerous technological advances that have happened since then.

Hells, this computer was probably older than Aeth's job as a public servant since tax funded, publicly available tech support was only mandated and put into effect thirteen years ago.

They must have let out some kind of involuntary noise because the dad chuckles. "Yeah. It's a bit old, but it's worked so far."

Again, that seems very odd because at the rate of technological advances this thing was obsolete 19 years ago.

"I'll take a look at it, run a few diagnostics and see where we're at," they say. "What do you primarily use it for?"

"I mostly use it to look up recipes and print them off for dinner. My daughter likes to play those learning adventure games, and browse some internet things. With supervision of course," he adds at the end like Aeth might judge him, or arrest him, for letting a child alone, unsupervised on the internet. "My partner uses the computer more than I do, some work related things I think, but he mostly uses his work laptop for that kind of thing."

Aeth nods. "I understand. I'll take a look and let you know what I find."

The dad nods and says he'll be around if they need anything. He then leaves Aeth to their work.

They move to sit in the squishy chair situated in front of the computer and is immediately poked in the back by something sharp.

The vague edginess that had been haunting Aeth suddenly ratcheted up to eleven as they jumped out of the chair and whipped around to face whatever was lurking there, only to find a toy dinosaur wedged in the seat. The sharp plastic tail was the vicious thing that attacked them.

"Sorry! I forgot where I left Misses Boney," said a sudden voice right next to Aeth.

Once again, they all but leap out of their skin as they turn to face the new thing.

A small child, possibly seven years old, somehow materialized next to them, holding another plastic dino in one hand. The dinosaur appears to be going through it considering the long blonde wig tapped to their head; which, if how Aeth reacted to their last breakup was any indication, this stegosaurus and their haircut were crying out for help.

The child pulls out the once green and bright dinosaur that had been painted over with various different colors of gray.

"Thanks," they say.

"Are you here to fix Sir Lance Corporal?" the child asks.

"Is that the computer?"

"Yeah."

"Then I am." Aeth can't help but wonder if the computer's name is first name Lance last name Corporal, titled Sir; or if the name is two titles with a first and last name to be determined.

"Good, the Corporal has been being slow and kind of sick," the child informs Aeth. "I want him to feel better."

"I'll certainly do my best," they tell the kid.

They don't move and just watch Aeth expectantly, waiting for them to get started with their work.

"Uh, you can watch if you want, but it's going to be really boring."

"Oh," the child says and visibly deflates as they start to press some keys to start looking up technical specs on the computer and running various commands in the command prompt.

It takes a few minutes for them to find the internal records on the computer that list exactly what the specs are for the equipment in there. The whole process takes longer than Aeth would have liked because so much of the tech is so old that they don't know what it is or does, so they have to look up so much stuff. Eventually they manage to confirm that something very weird is going on.

They look up and confirm that some of the equipment pieces are totally incompatible and there's no way the computer should even be turning on much less functional. The motherboard is incompatible with the graphics card, there is no wireless receiver to connect to the wifi and yet the computer is telling them that it is connected to the internet.

This whole thing was getting weirder and weirder.

They play around on the computer for a bit, putting some of the software through it's paces, running some tests, checking out things, they even boot up one of the games that the kid apparently likes to play and Aeth is immediately hit with a wave of nostalgia for some of the similar games they used to play as a kid.

Everything worked perfectly fine. A little slow, a little clunky, but it was all in perfect working order, when it shouldn't have worked even a little bit.

They carefully shut down the computer and wait for a moment. Aeth had no good ideas as to what was happening with the computer or why, and those bad ideas that they did have don't fill them with any hope.

Carefully, they put on some gloves and go unplug the computer so that they can start taking it apart.

Immediately, Aeth knows something was up. There was something deeply strange about this computer. And that is beyond the capabilities and lifespan of a computer simply being old and well preserved.

Not good. Not bad.

Just deeply, deeply strange.

Which is territory that comes with the job.

They open the computer tower and discover many more wires and components and complexity than they've seen in entire server farms.

This was the best possible time for that second piece of gum.

The hot cinnamon flavor explodes in Aeth's mouth before quickly starting to fade.

It takes them almost two hours to disassemble the computer.

It takes them almost two hours to find it.

The cause of all the trouble, all the weird concerning things that have made this job so odd, was a small chip installed in the motherboard. The whole thing didn't match a single manufacturer or model or piece of equipment that Aeth had ever seen before.

They touch it and They fall into something strange dust lakes a ruined temple tan and gray walls crumbling upon themselves a labyrinth of cracks and spiderwebs coat this church empty abandoned almost a forgotten ruin save for the chalk drawings of a child.

They feel slightly nauseous but the rapidly fading cinnamon flavor keeps them grounded, as does the repetitive muscle movement of chewing.

They know that, objectively, they were experiencing the projection and construction of a supernatural entity that is almost 100% not real but some kind of construct to impart some kind of feelings, but they can't help but feel a certain sense of awe and despair at the beauty and the decay all around them.

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[nompunhere]

do you have any bug game stories that are more romantic than platonic? (not sexual ofc) safe noms with lovey-dovey nonsense is peak fiction for me

hmmmmge, in terms of ones I've already written, I've got like 2 or 3:

Where Ash Drifts Like Snow - C/rimson N/ails (so M/arkoth/X/ero), pre-relationship, they're both crushing hard, definitely fluff

Tender Moments - Q/uirrell/emm (or L/emmq/uirrel, whichever we call it), the definition of lovey-dovey nonsense, there's hardly any plot to it it's just 2.6k words of fluff

Bug Bites 3 - Chipped, the first ficlet there, has some fluffy Q/uirrell/emm again, and the one after that, Stealth Nap, has that pairing + T/iso, but any romance is maybe just sorta implied? A little?

Oh and there's This 2-part Thing - Not bug game, but notable in that the couple there is technically a romantic pairing, lot of angst with a touch of hurt/comfort at the end. if it helps I was picturing it with X/ero as the pred and M/arkoth as the prey while writing it lmao

aaaaaand because of my usual bs, here's a couple tidbits of stuff I have in the idea doc and outlines of unwritten fics that happen to involve romance below the cut (so many pheckin images)

gonna start off with the complete outlines, for which I have three that basically set up Quirreloro and that's about it for romance:

Interlude. not vore, but vore gets referenced at the end.

Storytime. Oro is enlisted to share an anecdote from his and Quirrel's shared history. Can't remember if it's pre-relationship or established.

Research Project. Let's just say you're bound to figure out where you stand with someone when you're that close for that long ;)

next up, future Bug Bites:

Tisoquirrel fluff (and Ghost is also there). Shenanigans ensue.

Crimson Nails. Those two are still crushing super hard on each other but may or may not get slightly less useless about it.

Tisoquirreloro. Or Tisoquirrel at least, Oro isn't too involved yet. More shenanigans ensue.

...Ogrisma? I don't know how people tend to write out the ship name but yeh. Fluffy fluff. Finally, a semi-functional couple

Crimson Nails again. They may or may not be aware of how useless they are and may or may not work towards fixing that.

Clothmyla. Seriously I don't know what the ship names are for a lot of these. Anyway, uhhh. Attempt at lessbeans. Gotta start somewhere!

Aaaaand finally, an Assortment of Other Ideas. hh.

Crimson Nails, Xero moves into with his boyfriend. Hurt/comfort.

Cold Night 2, electric boogaloo, and this time it's Tisoquirreloro. Many much cuddols.

Oh wait I guess that's about it for the romance fic ideas without going into things that are more plot than noms/fluff. and I've already gotten way ahead of myself anyway, so. e ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ enjoy the patches of content ! probably gonna ramble in the tags again

[aropride]

i have a dog motif going on but it's way different from whatever y'all have going on and it's based off an idea i had for a headcanon for a miraculous character

[nostalgia-tblr]

have just typed the word "affianced" into a fic, i am so glad/horrified that the mcu has at last allowed me to write the messy faux-historical fiction of my dreams.

[branmer]

sometimes i think im pretty lucky with my body image tbh because while like everyone i have stuff i don't like about my body (like i do struggle sometimes with wishing i were prettier and the shape of my nose) but there's lots of stuff that i see other ppl worry about it never even occurs to me to think about like my hip dips and it just makes me sad that people are taught to hate such insignificant things about their body :/ like i think i have bad body image and then ill see someone worrying about that and im like 'oh sis :/'

[squirmydonnie]

TW: su!cide/ this is probably survivors guilt

It is triggering.

[skinsort]

Hello, I've been thinking about code and selling code and sharing code in the rpc because someone posed the question to me of what I'd want to happen if someone was heavily editing a skin I sold, and to be honest, my first instinct was 'take my name off it'. That was met with some surprise, but let me explain why.

Code, to me, is a largely democratic landscape. If you want to learn, hundreds of thousands of people and websites have come together to teach you. Masses of people share open source work on codepen, stack overflow etc. Code as a skill is like assembling an especially abstract puzzle where you can only think about the pieces, not really see them. But most puzzles have similar strategies to solve- start with the corner pieces, then the edges, then the most recognizable patterns etc etc etc working your way down to the more and more difficult details. Most of code- most of my job writing code- involves minimizing the amount of time working on those shared strategies so we can have more time to work on the the interesting bits, the hard bits. the bits that make the site we're working on unique and useful. Frankly, jcink is the easy part of code, by and large. Your data is already structured and provided to you in a very particular way. It is inefficiently, but largely documented. Many other people have solved all the problems you are likely to have trying to build a skin. Skinning is html and css for the vast majority of items. It is the easy stuff. If I sell code, that code is now the property of the person I sold it to. It is not shareable or redistributable. You can't take my code and resell it as your own, but as far as I'm concerned you can do whatever you want with it. If I solved problems that might otherwise feel difficult (accessibility and responsiveness come to mind) cool. You can solve the easy ones, like styling and colors and fonts you like. You can add or subtract things that vibe with what you want that code to do. Once it is sold, it is yours to do with what you like when it comes to personal use. This is true of almost all coding contracts that exist in the entire world. If it weren't, no one would ever hire external contractors to do any work for their company, and I can tell you now, even companies which could fully afford to do all their tech in house absolutely do not in 99% of cases if their business isn't selling their own tech. The rule is generally- you may do anything you like with this, except resell it to someone else. So why take my name off it? I don't endorse how other people code. Even in my professional life, I've taken projects off my portfolio because the client took a project I worked on and broke it (imo), often with other professional developers doing the breaking. If a prospective employer were to go look at it, I'd be embarrassed by what it looks like today. Tell me why I (and my team) created a website that was fully responsive, and they went back to make it adaptive in the year of our lord 2022 because they preferred to have pixel perfect views at 3 specific breakpoints rather than a responsive site. I don't know, it's infuriating. I can't cite that project as an example of my work anymore, because it isn't. I would never leave a site in that state.

So, my first instinct with the idea of people using a skin i sell them as a base is 'take my name off it.' I don't want to be associated if responsive/accessible features are lost due to others working on a skin I wrote. But at the same time, where is the line between using something as a base, and editing a few small features? I certainly don't want to be an arbiter of that, or have to field questions or navigate feelings about it. In fact, personally I would not feel upset at all if someone used a paid for skin as a base, and inviting that kind of discussion is the only way I possibly could get upset since people have weird attitudes about a lot of this stuff. So I think the more practical standard is just to put credit, but make it explicit that the work has been heavily altered. Don't resell or redistribute, and you're golden, imo. Anyway, those are my feelings as someone who writes code for a living. I'm interested to hear counterpoints - constructively of course.

[gaymber]

*sliding into the don't worry darling and chris pine tags with extensive knowledge of somehow-kinda-relevant bigfoot erotica*

[dykekakashi]

i feel so awkward when people talk about anakin as if he had some sort of ideological predisposition to f*scism that was visible since AotC for his comments about wanting a strong leader, as if authoritarianism is exclusive to right-wing governments or none of you have ever met tankies who think u just need one strong leader to call the shots on the revolution or whatever the fuck like. i won't deny vader's actions obvs support and expand the power of a f*scist empire later on, but like, it's ignorant to say it was ideological as opposed to being a way of pursuing his own misguided interests, which i do actually feel is a relevant distinction

[funkytoesart]

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