#「 speech 」 — ❛ love would have conquered hate٬ hate٬ hate. ❜

[angerworn]

------@sainterror (theia): ❛  i  noticed  you  already  ‘ borrowed ’  all of my whiskey .  ❜ (here.)

------MORGAN HAD A bad habit of letting herself in . something she'd learned from her mentor - bishop had been a hell of a lot more than just her sincere push into the underbelly of crime . and she was really alright with that . contracts came and went , contacts were forged from those deals and at the end of the day her life looked more like a spiderweb or a pin board with red strings connecting everyone and everything impossibly . theia was one such connection .

she didn't know the woman well , but when the name of saint anger passed through word of mouth from one person to another it was typically because her services were needed . she didn't ask questions , she didn't care for the answers , and when people called she came knocking with her neat little bag and her black cherry cigarettes . there was no better cleaner in the american continents than her . she'd say europe if she was assed to go there , but it felt pretentious .

" i was expecting you home an hour ago . maybe my information was wrong , or you changed schedule . " fingers curled around the rocks glass , mostly empty from the last sips of the decanter of whiskey she'd found and claimed . cheek pressed into the curled fingers of her free hand , elbow on the table , pitch eyes studying the figure of the woman shamelessly . " welcome home . "

[kenjioharashotspot]

🎥 | the campaign

pairing: kenji sato x fem!reader

words: 3758

synopsis: [name] [surname] is a world-renowned model and was scouted to do a campaign with Japan's sweetheart, Kenji Sato for the well-known brand, Calvin Klein.

author's note: the one-shot is intended for mature audiences, as it contains sexual descriptions.

Owner of a caring personality and a body to die for, [name] [surname] has conquered an assertive place in the industry as one of the highest paid models. You always wanted to pursue a career in modeling; living abroad and helping out your family as you climbed the social ladder with the main goal of rubbing shoulders with the most influential people. It seemed to you, like an amazing idea, and closer to obtain than you could ever imagine.

In this particular day, [name] was absolutely stoked about the new campaign ahead! She had been working out, taking care of her body and maintaining a healthy diet. Everything in her power to be as prepared as possible for the photoshoot, later in the day.

At this moment, Reika, your best friend and manager, is lecturing you about how everything is going to happen. Brand details; location; the campaign itself...you always loved to get ready for a photoshoot. The thrill of meeting a new team was different every time and the butterflies, anxiously flying inside your stomach were no different as well.

"So, Reika, can you please stop with all this secrecy thing and tell me about the campaign! I know it's a "couple's" photoshoot so...who'll be my pair??" your air quotes, paired with your disgusted expression and eye roll, made Reika laugh at the sight of you. She knew the time would come, when she would have to reveal it to you...she was hopeful your attitude about it would be professional. She knew how much you hated Kenji Sato.

"Sooo...you'reshootingthecampaignwithKenjiSatothat'sit" the manager's fast speech caught you off guard, [name] could tell the information Reika had for her wasn't gonna be to her liking and she was right.

"Can you stop joking around and just tell me, like a normal person?"

Sure, she could announce that information to you but Reika knew that, even though your job required professionalism and seriousness, you couldn't maintain those attributes when it came to working; interacting; or even talking with/to Kenji. Reika knew how you fell about him and, consequently, your reaction was deeply awaited by the woman in front of you.

"You're shooting the Calvin Klein campaign with Kenji Sato... — you open your eyes, as wide as you possibly can, Reika doesn't even let you start a sentence, immediately interrupting your train of thought — I know! You don't like him and even though, I'll never understand why...I feel obligated to tell you that this photoshoot is more important than anything else"

You muttered in utter disbelief, baffled by such a disrespectful decision made by the people surrounding you. Reika crosses your arms, looking at you and as she frowned, you stopped.

"Right, okay, fine! Let's do this shit! The sooner we launch the campaign, the faster I can get rid of that cocky player" your reply caught Reika off guard as she was expecting you to react obnoxious and childish. She smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it up and down, showing you some sort of support.

"That's the spirit! Now, get ready! We need to get going." her eye smile makes you relax a bit, reaffirming how calming of a personality Reika has and how it affects your mood.

Grabbing the keys to your convertible on top of the kitchen counter, you two leave the house, full of excitement and expectations about the important photoshoot ahead you. "Body" by Megan Thee Stallion blasted on the radio, listening to music was your way to get into the photoshoots and interviews. One of the instruments you adopted to feel yourself and hype, music! Oh, and what an amazing way to calm your nerves, always worked. You always made sure to show up to your events or shoots with some treats for the team, and this time was no different! You stayed up, baking the night away, but the little cupcakes tasted, not to brag, divine.

As you pull up to the studio, Reika helps with the cupcake boxes. The ambience smelled so delicious, who knew that, besides being the hottest model in the world, you could also dribble in the kitchen world. A box full of surprises.

The photographers were awaiting you, as you were the last one arriving at the studio. Seeing all those people looking at you made you feel somewhat uncomfortable, as your cheeks automatically gained a dusted shade of red. You are a model, but you hate being the center of attention, especially the wrong one.

"Hello [name], I'm Kaito Hamato, I'll be the director for this shoot. It's so nice to meet you. Behind you it's your fitting room, the clothes are organized accordingly so, whenever you're ready" his smile was patient, you could tell he was nice by the way he guided you to the fitting room. The moment you enter that room, everything clicked! You'd be wearing lingerie in the same vicinity as that cocky player who thinks everyone is obsessed with him. You hated that. Sure, you couldn't deny, he sure was nice to look at, but either way, your focus on your job was way bigger right now.

Sitting in front of the mirror with your eyes closed as the makeup artist finishes your makeup, you couldn't help but to feel another presence in the area. Could be a heavier presence, meaning, a male one. It was until you heard the squeak sound of the makeup chair a few inches from you, that you slowly opened your eyes, only to see THE Kenji Sato sitting next to you, getting his makeup nice and fresh again.

The slow eye roll you gave him, made him chuckle. That reaction of yours was always  automatic at the sight of him.

"Wow, I didn't even said a word! Is that the power I exude over you? I'm flattered" his sarcastic and overconfident tone was sending you through the roof, you couldn't help but to squeeze your hands as hard as you could, making them get a shade lighter, such was not your annoyance expression.

"You're a complete prick, I hope you know that" your disgusted semblant is noticeable for miles and miles, you promised Reika to be civil and respectful but...with such an idiot by your side, those promises are sort of impossible to keep.

"Prick, huh? Trying out a new nickname, are we?" Kenji slightly lifts his eyebrow, pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek and looking at you for a hot minute. He won't even try to deny, he loves that game you two play. Still, he seems to not understand why the cold shoulders from your end, but how he loved to tease you. You were so easy for him to tease and make angry.

"Baby, you wish you had that much importance to me" the makeup artist gives you permission to get up from the chair, telling you to step into some other room to change outfits. The talk between you two ended as soon as you told Kenji you'd see him in a few minutes for the photoshoot.

In the makeup room, he runs his hands through his hair, shook by this interaction. It's not that he didn't want to have that intimacy with you, because believe me, he was thirsty for it.  But reaching you seemed too impossible, not even the most difficult women to conquer were as difficult as you have been.

When he received the campaign's proposal with you, he was thrilled, as he thought that, finally, he would have a chance to spend more time with you. Your encounters always seemed too fleeting for him, and he hated that.

"Mister Sato, [name] is ready to start shooting the campaign, we just need you, to start." Kaito informs, with the tender smile that characterizes him. Kenji nods and then gets up. His pecs, covered in oil for a wet look and the boxers that highlighted his body in a completely sensual way were all the directors needed to make sure the campaign was a success! Kenji was Japan's sweetheart after all, so would it be too soon to say, the campaign would be a worldwide phenomenon? I guess not.

"Is the princess ready?" your voice echoed in his ears, he was about to talk back at you when he completely froze. The body that stood in front of him, was also oiled up, highlighting your muscles and abs, as you crossed your arms the Calvin Klein bra made your breasts the center of attention. Seeing you like this drove Kenji wild, it was like he was seeing you in a different light, like a woman and not one of his one night conquests.

"Let's do this thing!" his absence of a comeback made you wonder what happened, he always had something to say and something to do in order to make you mad. You frowned but soon relaxed and agreed.

"So, this is a couple's campaign. I'll give you the directions, just follow them to the best of your abilities. [name] please, kneel in front of Kenji and straddle his legs. Make sure to lean forward."

While you're getting ready, one of the other photographers is helping Kenji out with his pose. He is seated with one leg bent and the other extended, holding your waist with one hand while his other hand rests on your thigh. You're are facing each other closely, foreheads touching, creating an intimate and affectionate moment. His cold hands make you instinctively shiver in contact with your warm skin. Your reaction caughts Kenji by surprise but it's pleasant to him, seeing you react to his touch.

Reika is happily observing the moment, feeling butterflies in her stomach and obsessing over your interaction with Kenji. She always thought you guys looked amazing together and when Calvin Klein reached out to her to discuss the next campaign, she was actually more excited about it than you.

"You smell really good" Kenji whispers, trying not to draw the photographer's attention as they're correcting your positions. You can't help to shyly smile as you hear his low voice next to your ear.

"T-thanks! You smell really nice as well" your voice sounded different than before. It was smoky, almost soft spoken, way different from the rough tone you used with Kenji earlier. Your cheeks, now painted a dusted coral shade, showed Kenji how comfortable you were with him. His broad smile, showing off his straight teeth could make you melt right there.

"Right kiddos, let's try another pose, this one was amazing. We're leaving for lunch after this one. I want to see something fun, out of the box. Kenji please use this chair, you sit on it and spread your legs. [name], you go sit at the edge on Kenji's knee."

You two do as you're told. However, you can't help but to add some details to the pose as you slightly bend down at the waist, leaning forward with your hands on the thighs. You're now dressed in the same grey lingerie and a denim jacket. Both of you can see the contentment in Kaito's face, his semblant was contagious.

Kenji's knee in contact with your pulsating cunt makes it hard for you to keep controlling your moans. He can feel this pose has some affects, as your pussy keeps getting warmer by the pose you guys are doing. Sato smirked and decided to add his own twist on the pose, grabbing your hair making you face the ceiling as your hands automatically go behind your back, holding onto his thighs. The photographers watching could feel the heat of the moment surrounding the studio, Kaito was living for every second of the photoshoot, he could see the billboards; the money; even more fame for the both of you; it was all coming together.

"Perfect! I can see this campaign will be grand guys. We'll have a lunch break now, feel free to change Kenji and [name]. See you in 40 minutes."

While the team prepared to head out for lunch, Kenji and you completely desfigured the pose you were in, relaxing a bit and heading off to each other's fitting rooms. Your heartbeat was increasing it's pace, you thought it might explode! Suddenly, he didn't piss you off that much? It was weird to think but, having in consideration the state he left your pussy during that fucking pose, it was appropriate to claim he left your heart skipping a beat.

It was just you and Kenji in that studio, he was in his fitting room and you in yours. For some odd reason, his shoulders and back hadn't left your mind, it's like those attributes of his were glued to your memory and refused to leave.

"Did I turned you on that much?" you froze, causing a huge vibration to run through your body, almost causing your trembling legs to collapse right there. Looking in the mirror in front of you, Kenji was pervertedly checking you out, measuring every inch of your almost naked body. His side smirk just caused you to feel even warmer for him.

"D-dont, don't know what you're talking about" The undeniable shake in your voice was everything Kenji needed to hear before turning you around to face him. Your face in between his long fingers as he squeezed those soft cheeks of yours, he loved when you had to look up at him and he loved putting his strength upon you, so those pretty eyes of yours would become teary.

"C'mon baby, I felt it! That warm pussy of yours gave you away"

As he kept squeezing your face in between his fingers, his other hand made a sinful path from your breasts, down to your stomach, reaching the soft material of your underwear. He'd look down and up, seeing you widen your eyes at his bold attitude. His cold hand, making it inside your underwear, touching your pussy, made you whimper and close your legs as the cold impact sent you shivers up your spine. Your hand, griping onto Kenji's forearm, would be filled with nail digging marks. The stimulation felt good and all but you needed freedom to talk to him when the moment required you to.

"Don't be so full of yourself Kenji" your words came out with some difficulty, that muffled voice of yours, by the position your mouth was in was making you anxious. You wanted to use your words as clearly as possible, without shaking or revealing any weakness, but how could you? Kenji was driving you crazy.

"You've been playing hard to get ever since you arrived, darling" Kenji slowly releases your face, caressing your cheek as a final contact. Your eyes meet, staring at each other, communicating everything you wish to say in words during your eye contact.

"I don't think I'm gonna last that long if you keep teasing me like that" your voice was needy, your entire body craved his touch. Surprise clouded his features, as Kenji's cat eye looking eyes darkened in pure desire.

"Always so impatient, beautiful? I can work with that." He remarked, guiding you towards the fitting room's couch, laying you down gently.

Kenji can't resist to pinning you down, placing each arm on each side of your shoulders and opening your legs with the help of his knee, positioning his leg in the middle of your bottom limbs. Your impatient whimpers make Kenji smile in satisfaction at the effect he has on you. The female body underneath Kenji, trembling at his invested knee contact against the thin fabric of her panties.

"Please...I beg you Kenji, fuck me" you desperately gasped at Kenji's touch against the fabric of your panties, almost begging him to tear them off your body.

"You sound so good using that pretty mouth of yours to beg for it. I'll make sure you have a great time" his lips get stuck like glue to your neck, you could mentally count the kisses and melt at the same time. Your nails, scratching his nape made him go wild, he couldn't control himself anymore, Sato needed you.

With one fast move, your panties are long, ripped apart, forgotten in some corner. You open your eyes in surprise, feeling thrilled at the moment. As your faces drew closer, the world around them seemed to fade away. His lips were soft and inviting, a perfect match for the warmth of your own. Their breaths mingled, a sensual and needed dance of anticipation and desire. A tentative brush that sent shivers down their spines, growing deeper and more urgent as you two surrender to the moment. Your tongues, working in unison to create a hot environment, you both needed each other.

"O-oh my...God! I can't- please- fuck me-" You said in between the kiss, your hand gently reaching the waistband of Kenji's boxers, feeling his pulsating cock in the palm of your warm hand. He grunts as soon your hand touches his member in despair.

He stands up quickly, Kenji's boxers already around his ankles. His massive cock makes you gag in shock by the size of it. Precum already sliding down his swollen tip, making you salivate.

As you're admiring his full body, you feel in your mind the need to sit down on the couch, opening your legs to him. The bralette is long gone as well, revealing that amazing set of tits of yours.

"Sit on my face, I want to taste you" Kenji walks towards you, laying down on the couch. He bites his bottom lip, seeing you get close to his face. Each leg of yours on each side of Kenji's head, his warm breath in contact with your clit makes you shiver. He pushes you down, grabbing onto your thighs, squeezing them tightly and aggressively. Your loud and startled moan echoes in the fitting room, his wet tongue drawing circles around your clit makes you reach out for his hair, grabbing onto it. With one hand on Kenji's locks, the other one is free to start masturbating the man underneath you.

The man's vibrating whimpers make you ride his face as you feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter. His cock is too big in comparison with your hand, that keeps stroking the full extension of his pulsating member. He was looking at you, riding his face without mercy, like a life size dildo, he was enjoying it so much.

"FUCK- I'm- gonna come" you thirsted your hips back and forth, riding Sato's face faster as you start feeling a buildup of pleasure, the tension accumulating in the lower region of your stomach was an indicator of the orgasm ahead.

His tongue movements increased rapidly, he wanted to provide you with the most intense orgasms.

As you're feeling contractions in your genital area, accompanied by involuntary muscle spasms, a sense of euphoria feels your body. You can almost hear your hear beat increase abruptly as you reach your climax. Can't help but to smear your cum all over Kenji's face who, satisfyingly smiles seeing how much he made you cum.

"Lay down gorgeous, I'll make you cum again...but now, on my dick"

With a fast and simple move, for Kenji, he switches positions, getting on top of you. He positioned himself between your legs, rubbing his wet hardness against your needy opening, begging to be ravished by Kenji's hard wood.

All this teasing got your body going into a frenzy, as he pushed his cock inside you, you pushed him closer by hugging him. Your lips went directly into Kenji's neck, biting it and sucking on it, suppressing your gasp as your pussy was getting stretched by the extension of Sato's dick.

Kenji's manhood, hitting your g-spot several times made you dig your nails through his entire back. He was loving the way your body was reacting to being fucked by him, your eyes, getting blood shot from all the pleasure and all the heat was unbearable for him to watch without wanting to destroy you.

"My dear Lord, you're so mesmerizing like this, I could get used to fucking you every day" Every word, every stroke, every moan was a demonstration of how much the both of you were enjoying each other's bodies.

You put your wrist on your mouth, biting down onto it, you're grasping for air at this point! Feeling your neck tense up, hurting so hard that it's good. Kenji's blood flow on his genitalia was building up, indicating an orgasm. He feels his heart rate, muscles and neck tense as your pussy walls make it hard for him to escape your insides. Both of you are going to come, sooner or later.

"You're- that- fuck...that pussy of yours...so addictive...I'm gonna cum baby" His face, now facing the ceiling, reveals to you, his climax is near, as well as yours.

"Me to-too daddy...cum inside me...p-please cum inside my pussy" Your voice sounded desperate, you needed this, completion for both of you was near and you couldn't stop thinking about his warm cum dripping from the inside of your needy cunt.

You arch your back and squeeze your tits as your eyes seem to go crazy, going into the back of your head. Kenji on the other hand, pushes one hand down on your stomach, feeling his huge cock inside your body and it makes him go feral. By instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, making it impossible to escape your embrace and carve nonsense lines with your nails all over his back. You two were coming in tune, each other's cum getting mixed up inside you felt so good.

"You're such a good girl!" He says, a little out of breath, while removing his cock from your inside your pussy, admiring how much cum is dripping onto the couch.

"And you're a sex god!" You smile, stealing a passionate kiss from him. Your body felt totally different, lighter, almost like you were getting drunk off the smell of sex hovering everywhere in the fitting room.

"Kenji? [name]? Are you guys in there? Let's continue on with our photoshoot!" Kaito's voice was heard from the outside of the fitting room. The two adults inside got up, eyes widened. Analyzing the room would give the impression an hurricane went by and destroyed everything (and everyone! *wink wink*)

"We. Are. Fucked."

Both of you said in unison. You guys were in fact, fucked!

[thoscheienjoyer]

Am I the only one who hated the timeless child reveal and thought it made no sense? If they needed a reason for the Master to blow up Gallifrey they had plenty:

The Doctor and the Master were both heavily bullied to the point the Master almost died and the Doctor had to kill the bully to save him because he was being drowned

The Master was locked in a room for who knows how long intentionally as a punishment

The Master was taken from his family as a child to look into something that basically gave him schizophrenia

The Master was told to his face he's "diseased" (End of Time) and he's "the worst thing to come out" (The Five Doctors)

He has constantly been the timelord's pawn, giving him the drums was an intentional decision

It's implied he was tortured for his crimes after being trapped on Gallifrey when he sacrificed himself for the 10th doctor in End of Time

I would have LOVED if the Master blew up Gallifrey simply because he thought they deserved it after how they treated him and the Doctor both. What could make him do this could just be the fact he's disgusted by Missy's actions in trying to be better and feels like he has to do the worst thing he can possibly think of and that's what comes to mind. He'd try to convince the Doctor he's right "Remember how they didn't help us? How they took us and made us see things no child should? How we never got our own lives? That'll never happen to anyone ever again now" unhinged speech

Or "With them gone we are truly the last of the time lords, we have a right to the universe more than anyone now and it's ours to shape. Conquer with me and be a just ruler if you're so concerned"

[alarajrogers]

Just re-reading some of my old "for the love of God vote for Biden so we don't get Trump" posts, and I'm super happy that instead we have Kamala Harris, who people seem to be excited about... but I did notice a recurring theme in the leftist opposition (aside from refusal to actually understand electoral politics or pay attention to what's going on outside of the one issue they care about):

"We need to smash the existing system because it doesn't serve anyone! We need a revolution!"

It is understandable that Americans should believe in this fantasy. We have been taught that our Glorious Revolution that started this country was the height of righteousness and a wonderful thing for the whole world.

The problem is, it wasn't a revolution except in the most technical sense. It was the overthrow of a distant colonizing power and the institution of locally controlled government.

"Revolutions" that get rid of distant colonizing powers and grant the locals self-governance are often pretty successful, because the locals have a structure for self-governance already -- no distant colonizing power has ever been successful by installing nothing but puppets at every level of government in the entity they're trying to govern. But they're not really revolutions. They're the overthrow of occupying powers.

France took inspiration from us, misunderstanding what our "revolution" really meant, because they hadn't had 250 years to understand colonialism and what it meant and how it behaved... and their revolution involved unspeakable bloodshed and then takeover by a strongman who wanted to conquer Europe, and came damn close to doing it. How many French people died in the revolution? How many in the Napoleonic wars? Yeah, eventually they got their shit together and got a better government in place. It only took them a hundred years after the revolution... which, by the way, killed 16,000 French people. There were not that many nobles in the country. During the century of unrest that followed -- Wikipedia quotes this:

"Every [French] head of state from 1814 to 1873 spent part of his life in exile. Every regime was the target of assassination attempts of a frequency that put Spanish and Russian politics in the shade. Even in peaceful times governments changed every few months. In less peaceful times, political deaths, imprisonments and deportations are literally incalculable."

The Russian Revolution killed even more people. They started with the idealistic notion of a state that would wither away, and ended up with totalitarianism, and widespread hunger and black markets, because their version of Communism had to start with a state strong enough to strip everyone's property. They had a brief period of free press and free speech from the mid-80's when the Wall fell, to the 10's when Putin started turning them back into a colonizing empire. Now they are no better off than they were before the Revolution -- overall better food and health care, maybe, but less freedom to speak out against the government.

Oh, but our revolution would be different, right?

I want y'all who hope for revolution to seriously ask yourself these questions:

In the US, who has the most weaponry (outside of official government functions like military and cops)? How strong is our military? How leftist are our soldiers, in general? How leftist is the country, in general? Who controls the media that tells most of the country what to think?

I will answer those questions for you:

Right wing gun nuts who hate queers, Jews and Muslims and are not real happy with the notion that women and black people are human

Strong enough that if every single right wing gun nut rose up in revolution to kill our elected leaders, the military could put them down

Not very leftist at all

Our "left" is the rest of the world's center or moderate right

Big corporations, and a disproportionate number of evangelical Christian billionnaires who control those corporations

In other words, a violent leftist revolution is NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN. Never. Not in our lifetimes, at least. And I'm including three year olds in that "our" there. And if it did, it would probably condemn our country, and most of the world, to unrest for a hundred years, and might result in us ending up with a far-right-wing dictatorship at the end of the churn.

The far left wing of this country -- the communists and extreme socialists who want to see all or most capitalism destroyed -- are a tiny minority of the nation. The progressives, who want stronger socialist protections but are okay with capitalism existing with stronger controls, and who want to see all people being treated as equals, are not a minority but have almost no guns in comparison to the right wing. Guns are actually necessary in rural areas due to the existence of wolves, bears, coyotes who will eat your chickens, etc, so even if we had excellent gun control measures, the majority of the non-government weapons would be held in the rural areas, which are predominantly white, Christian, and have been largely taught that queers, Jews, Muslims, atheists and socialists are evil subhumans. But most of the non-military weapons are held by cops... who exist to protect property rights and are so riddled with racism, sexism, ableism and corruption that good cops often end up dead rather than being able to change anything.

When do you think a minority of leftists who mostly do not have guns are going to be able to mount a revolution against the most powerful military in the world, against cops who are willing to drop bombs on civilians (check out the story of MOVE in Philadelphia, and recall that the cops have gotten worse toward civilians since then), against the people who feel like they're not really safe unless they have twenty-seven guns in their home and they know how to shoot all of them?

Your leftist violent overthrow of the wealthy will never happen, because all the wealthy will do is use the media to redirect a substantial number of you into attacking Jewish doctors and lawyers for being "rich" instead (or for being "Zionists", which is happening right now, because anti-semitic hostile powers like Iran and Russia have infiltrated your leftist spaces and filled them with misinformation), and the people who should share your class consciousness think you should be dead for not being a straight evangelical Christian, or for believing in Communism, or both.

Your only hope is to change the culture. Change the government through non-violent ways like peaceful protest, calls and letters to your representatives, and voting. Change people's beliefs by writing, teaching, running for office and speaking, controlling school boards to make sure the next generation are taught to question authority and not mindlessly accept everything the media tells them. Make things better in little ways, then crow about it so everyone knows you did it, then use that to prove that you could make things better in bigger ways if you were given the power to do so.

You have tried, election after election, to "teach the Democrats a lesson" by withholding your votes, to make them go further left. As a result they went further right. Because if leftists don't vote, why should an elected politician care what they want? Go after the people in the middle who could maybe be pried loose from the right wing, by catering to them. That's how we got Don't Ask Don't Tell and the Defense of Marriage Act and welfare "reforms" that fucked over poor single moms and why we still don't have national marijuana legalization despite the fact that Bill Clinton admitted to smoking it in college. When a strategy has not only failed to work but has made matters much worse, over the course of at least 20 years, maybe 50, why do you keep pushing it like it changes anything?

You argue, votes don't change anything. Has nothing changed in 50 years? Corporations have more power now than when Howard Beale yelled "I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore" in the movie Network, in the 70's. Real wages are down. The job I do paid $90 an hour in 2010 and now it pays $70 -- that's not "with inflation", that is actual numbers. AIDS happened and killed untold thousands of gay men, drug users, hemophiliacs and people who needed blood donations, because the left wing didn't come out to support Jimmy Carter, so we got Reagan instead. Reagan didn't cause AIDS, but he did his damned best to make sure that AIDS research got no federal funding. Many things got worse because you didn't come out and vote.

Things have also gotten better. Because people who are nowhere near as far left as you economically, but who believe all humans should have rights, have voted, so now we have a world where on paper everyone is equal and discrimination is illegal, which is nothing at all like a world where everyone is actually equal but a hell of a lot better than a world where people are allowed to legally discriminate. But meanwhile things turned to shit for the working class. Because you guys are the ones who put pressure on the government to protect people's economic rights, and you abdicated because you wanted to teach the politicians a lesson. Well, you sure did. You taught them that nobody who votes cares all that much about economic justice. It's only now that late-stage capitalism and corporate/right-wing control of our economic system has gotten so toxic it affects the middle class, that we're seeing any economic reform at all or any pushback against corporations -- because you gave up. Because you declared, on the basis of no evidence because most of you are 20 and the rest have become so beaten down by life that you're hopelessly cynical, that votes don't matter.

The right wing buckled down and voted. Every election. Dogcatcher, school board, municipal waste authority, whatever. Vote for the person who gets you closer to where you want to go. And as a result, we are on a precipice where, despite how unpopular their extreme ideology is nation-wide, they are on the verge of being able to achieve it -- the rollback of everything we've successfully achieved throughout my lifetime, 55 years of progress, gone. Or, we can have leadership who have been trying to push a progressive agenda, uphill both ways but they're doing what they can.

This is where we are. Because you want moral purity. You want to absolve yourselves of all the bad things American leaders do by not voting for any of them. But since you had the power to vote and you didn't use it, there is no absolution for you. Everything an American leader does that is worse than what his opponent would have done, your hands are dirty if you didn't vote against him. And if you wilfully refuse to understand that voting third party in a presidential election is basically not voting at all, and that all it does is make both of the large national parties that are capable of winning ignore you, and that this behavior is why we are in such a shitty place right now...

Well, maybe you think your conscience is clear, but honestly, you are the guy standing next to the trolley lever operator, saying, "Well, I didn't do anything to stop him from making sure 1 guy died instead of 5, because making 1 guy die is as bad as making 5 guys die, so my hands are clean!" And then the next trolley operator comes along and wilfully kills the 5 people on the train tracks and you didn't stop him either, because the last guy killed 1, and you refused to accept that your choices were 1 or 5. And because you gave away all your actual power, and fantasized about power you don't have and never will, you imagined that someday, in a perfect world, you and your friends will fix the trolley system so it never hits anyone. But you aren't even engineers, you won't pick up tools, you don't join public transportation planning committees, and you won't even stop the guy who keeps turning the lever to kill 5 people because the 1 on the other track gives him money, because the other guy killed 1 to save 5 and that makes him just as bad in your eyes.

[t0ast-ghost]

Episode 14 (The Conscience of The King). This is the reason I didn’t use the titles, you think I know how to spell concience?

Anyhow:

- oh neat mackers

- that was a weird and sudden transition for the theme

- WHY as the daughter of the actor playing mac would you play lady m???

- I also see dead men when trying to kiss women..

- “Mr. Spock, the man on top walks a lonely street. The chain of command is often a noose.” “Spare me your philosophical metaphors, Doctor.” They hate each other

- “my fathers race was spared the effects of alcohol” “oh now I know why they were conquered” WHAT THE FUCK BONES

- “did it ever occur to you that he actually just might like the girl?” “It occurred. I dismissed it” “you would”

- this scene is just Spock trying to get Bones to agree with him and Bones trying to get Spock to sit down to have a drink with him. They’re married and you cannot convince me otherwise.

- Spock is worried :((

- NOT THE MILK!

- “you should be told the difference between empiricism and stubbornness, Doctor” DAMN. damn.

- God, I hope they don’t spoil hamlet for me

- I like how her story is actually similar to lady m, trying to protect a terrible man’s actions, killing, going insane because of it

- “but you’re safe now father” could you say that MORE like a creepy doll

- her performance, smiling and laughing and crying, wow. Just, wow.

- WOAH BONES WHAT? She doesn’t remember her father’s death?

- I may be an actor but this is not my favourite episode so far…

Episode 15 (Balance Of Terror):

- if I dressed like that on my wedding day I’d cry. This is why we love Garak

- the first look at Romulans and everybody is looking at Spock and Spock is surprised as fuck

- the navigator for this episode (it’s not Chekhov, I don’t care what his name is) being disgusting towards Spock and Kirk going “what was that?” Like you better fucking not

- Spock is biting his lip and not defending himself, he was/is scared that Jim will think he’s with the Romulans

- “this is the hardest substance known to our science” *proceeds to break it* McCoy then goes into *studying Spock* mode

- McCoy and Kirk watching as Spock gets verbally attacked. I cannot describe the laugh I let out after saying “guess who’s going to die”

- They are the angel and devil on Kirk’s shoulder but not who you’d expect is who. And they’re married. And they literally hate each other.

- “Bones, what if I’m wrong?” Then Bones gives a great speech. It consists of what he’s essentially been trying to say this whole episode, which is, “Stop trying to end up in my med bay. You idiot.”

- not sure why the Romulan captain was so ready to say they’d be friends but it was a good speech

- of course Tomilson died. And now there’s another person hugging Kirk when sad. He almost never hugs back, he cannot be that comforting.

Wow already finished episode 15, and it feels like I’ve barely just finished 10. I am excited for 20 though, I read a couple episode descriptions…

Continuing this thread is honestly just fun for me. A lot of the time I find I don’t make exactly astute observations.

Here’s the master list :)

[tainted-sweet-meats]

Another Vent Oc that I don't think I have shared here. This is actually a persona of mine. While I do have a main fursona I do have many personas that represent a lot of things in my life that I have outgrown in terms of toxic behaviors towards myself or things I have been through. Mainly jumping into toxic relationships as a form of self harm hence their character habits. N-1 Was created when I had I.Ded as NB at a time in my early 20's not realizing what I was in my transness and still figuring myself out..I had a ton of self-body hate as well. Keep in mind this character has been twisted into extremes I still use them as an Oc to vent with at times now as an oc you can read more about their info under the cut vvvvvvv

Full name: N-1 ( Negative-one) Gender/ sexuality: Nonbinary,??? Pronouns: They/Them Size: 9"1' Species: Demon of Coveting BirthPlace/Birthday: ???/ was never born Zodiac Sign: ???

Voiceclaim: N/A (bolded text is their demonic voice)

Speech quirk "I can never be what you want me to be..so I will love myself in self-injury!!" "Please show me your human love... conquer my heart..devour me entirely in unrestrained covet." "You're not very passionate..your love is clearly false..surely I should render your flesh from your body to show you my true affections." "I love breaking those who are mine... their submission to me is sweet. Oh, how they fluster me in such a way."

personality music

N/A

General info

N-1 is a creature that derives their life force from self pain, be it infliction to self or seeking out human lovers they know will never love them unconditionally. They are supernatural being that couldn't have come into existence without the help of humans. Human suffering through unrequited love created them. 

Do not be fooled by their pretty words, they love nothing more than to hunt humans to eventually grow bored of them and rip them apart. Their entire body is a walking weapon. They are entirely nude, even their faux heels are attached to their flesh. This is a part of themselves they severely hate. While they despise their femininity in every form be it body and more, they covet the femininity in humans. When they are in a state of mania their hair tends to attack itself, ripping away at their own skin to find relief from whatever is distressing them.

Their compacity for love is not human and is linked to extremes. Like most demons, their body and words are their absolute weaponry against mankind. A human should never try to love this creature because it will be their eventual demise.

Human interaction

N-1 is a highly coveting creature, with humans, they become entranced with the idea of a human versus the human themselves. They are enamored by a human's fragility and volatile emotional state of mind. There is something broken and yet complete about a human, that demons like N-1 enjoy. N-1 is entranced by their sense of choice, while they follow basic instincts, humans do not... humans are able to learn beyond it. An N-1 covets this nature of them.

With a human, they don't understand how a demon's body functions..... a human could easily succumb to their form of love. They give pretty words to their human lovers and reward them with bodily lacerations and even death. N-1 claims this is how they show their love for said human and they wish for said human to do the same to them. Though no human can truly conquer N-1, let alone cause a fatal blow to kill them. This angers N-1 to react violently to destroy and render said human, just to search for another who can fulfill their needs. N-1 claims if said human loved them enough said human would inflict the same pain they inflict on them. To show they truly love them unconditionally...

Likes: Human flesh, body worship, submission of others, self-lacerating, devouring lovers, women, coveting humans, collecting lovers Dislikes:  Their femininity, the dominance of a man

Summoning: Negativity in relationships, the sexual obsession with the flesh, coveting another, salt surrounding a bed or resting place Offerings: sexual rituals, gold, goat hearts, self inflictions at their alter

[iaure]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ here lies an entire portion of Gothic 4 that I ended up scrapping due to it’s own strangeness within the fic. I hated how it came out, but only because where it fit in the fic didn’t really work. it’s underneath the cut! feel free to indulge, and get minor spoilers for the fic lol 

Miguel didn’t want to wait anymore.

Layla had warned him that just jumping into a world without a Spider-Man could have dire consequences. Something about too many Spider-Men at once. It made him hesitate just a moment too long, before he decided to let Layla simply track them. Damn Layla being overwhelmed. She could focus on this one task. Y/N and Miles were wandering around Earth-42 for a bit, scampering from one spot to the other until they eventually landed at an Alchemax. Why, where, how, Miguel didn’t care. 

They started the collider, and Miguel saw how Y/N kept on glitching out. Her glitches were far more common than Miles’, fizzing with pain that made her huff and bend over to clutch her stomach. Miguel loved Y/N very much, but some little sadistic part of him hoped it hurt, the way she hurt him. He hoped it hurt as bad as it did when she abandoned him. But he shoved that thought aside. She had a normal reaction. She had a normal reaction. He had to keep reminding himself of that. The three got intercepted by some Kingpin variant that was easy for them to sweep. Bastard didn’t stand much of a chance when he had two Spider variants and a Prowler ready to turn him into dust. From there, it was smooth sailing for them. They hopped into the collider, Earth-42 Miles decided to tag along, blah blah blah sappy speech, Miguel had seen it before a thousand times. He didn’t quite care. He just needed to know where the hell they were going. No one knew, in all honestly. He could figure out their plan-go to another world with another Spider variant, snag their watch, and head to Earth-1610-B. Maybe he could intercept them at Earth-1610-B, but there was no guarantee that they’d even make it that far. And if they did, he could get jumped by all three, and one of them could run out and save Miles’ father. No, stopping them once they reached the second step of their plan was the wisest course of action. Intercept, divide, and conquer.

But once he had Y/N, what would he do?

The thought made him pause. There was a thousand and one things he wanted to do. Make her cry? Make her apologise? Get on his knees and beg for her love? Go on a date? He couldn’t make up his mind. Part of him felt confused. This wasn’t normal. He knew that. But at this point, he was past that. He was ready to do anything to get his hands on the woman he wanted to be his wife, regardless if she was ready or not. He would make a life for her and him, a world where Y/N would be his wife. He’d wake up next to her, make coffee, talk in the morning before he went to work at Alchemax. He’d be the sole provider, letting her rest, do anything she wanted so long as she didn’t leave. Y/N could’ve had everything. But she started this game of tag. He was going to end it. He was going to keep her to himself. He was going to marry her, make a family and a life with her. The idea was enough to drive him insane. And maybe he was, at this point, because what Spider-Man would do such a thing? Was this truly the canon?

“Miguel. They landed in Prime Earth, 616. Tread carefully.”

Layla’s voice snapped Miguel out of his thoughts. Prime Earth? The original Earth? The original Peter Parker would be sure to be sympathetic to their cause. He needed to catch them before Peter Parker did. “Let’s go.” The portal opened wide, orange and yellow maw ready to devour Miguel whole. If he did this, then his intentions were to be made clear. If he let Y/N go, then maybe she’d be able to see him differently. Maybe she’d have the heart to forgive him, to be willing to talk. But Miguel wouldn’t think. He would only do.

[timetravelersdoctor]

Hello again!

How do you think the Optimus Prime (G1, TFA and TFP) would react if they met their Shattered Glass counterpart? A cruel tyrant who shares hate speech, who wants to conquer the universe and whose motto is: death is the right of all inferior beings.

I really love your Transformers answers.

Hi! Thank you for the ask! I'm super ecstatic that you like my answers so much, I hope you enjoy!

G1 Prime: G1 at first wanted to give him a chance to change (not knowing just how messed up Shattered Glass Prime is) but once he realizes what a threat SG Prime is he won't back down from stopping him from causing any harm.

Tfp Prime: He would be weary of SG Prime when they first meet and after having confirmed his suspicions Tfp Prime is determined to take him down or at least make him leave. He most certainly would never let anyone from his team ever encounter SG Prime.

Tfa Prime: Tfa Prime is very unnerved around SG Prime. while he would prefer to avoid his tyrant counter-part he would not hesitate to fight him if push came to shove. he would never wish Shattered Glass Prime on anyone not even Tfa Megatron.

[cloud-somersault]

Do you have a favorite quote from Constellations Within Us?

I have SO MANY!!! it's so hard to choose, so I'm just gonna post them and then...yeah! I love all of these, though.

"Bend the wind, MK," Wukong tells him, smiling so wide his fangs show. "Make it stronger, make it faster!"

"Tell me, Great Sage," Macaque whispers, eyes a swirling violet, burning vitriol under a veil of control, "how does it feel to stare death in the face?"

Macaque stared at him fondly, eyes shining with the love of the moon and stars. “Even there,” he replied, kissing the tip of Wukong’s nose. “In the brightest, most resplendent light, and in the dreariest, most forsaken depths, I’ll come for you.”

“I don't want to hear your bullshit excuses,” Macaque spits out. He looks at Wukong with a renewed determination to hate him deeply and completely. “Everything out of your mouth is a lie. Every promise, every vow… You've done nothing but lie to me, Sun Wukong.”

"Is that what's happening?" MK asks carefully. "Or are you guys, like, saying things to each other you should've said ages ago?"

"Sometimes, I caught myself thinking…I could conquer death if Macaque was by my side," Wukong whispers, hating how his voice shakes. His greatest fear…able to be withstood just because of the person he entrusted his heart to. "I wouldn’t be afraid if he was with me. And when I got close to death, when I truly thought I…"

This one is in my top 5

Macaque rolls his eyes. "Yeah, sure. You nearly flattened this entire forest due to your anger and repressed trauma, but I'm sure another minute will do you wonders."

MK looks up at him and sucks in a quick breath. His smile is a trembling lie. “Am I, though?”

"MK, don’t... Don’t do this, please." Wukong can't take another blow. No more crumbled bridges, no more turned backs. No more outstretched hands that just remain suspended in air. He needs to be given a chance, an opportunity. "I need—I need you to listen. Macaque has never listened to me; I need you to."

"I called out for you…" Wukong chokes out, staring up at Macaque as gold cascades from deadly pools. "I called out for you, and you never came, Liu’er!”

“I was a fool to trust you back then,” Macaque begins, those light fingertips wrapping around Wukong’s wrist. His eyes harden as he forcibly moves Wukong’s hand away. “... And I'd be a fool to trust you now.”

MK grins at Wukong with nothing but elation. “I’m okay! But when I was up there, it felt like—” MK laughs breathlessly and looks up at Wukong with an utterly amazed expression. “It felt like the wind was saying…that it would keep me safe.”

Something snaps in the back of his mind. “I know that!” Wukong shouts, hands fisted at his sides, hot tears cascading down his cheeks. He looks up at Macaque in fury. “You don’t have to say it or remind me. I KNOW!”

But if I had to pick one, it'd be:

“Look to the stars, Sun Wukong,” the Jade Emperor tells him as falling light streaks against the great expanse. “Uncountable and brilliant, they serve to guide us, to accompany us, to remind us. In this way, they connect each being to one another regardless of realm and power.”

The Jade Emperor's speech is one of the first parts I wrote of Constellations, so it's very important to me. Thanks for the question! And these are just a small sampling. I have SO MANY MORE

[angerworn]

------@thirt13n: ❛ we should get some breakfast , i could murder a stack of pancakes . ❜ (here.)

------RED ICHOR TINTED her cheeks and face , hands and forearms . morgan looked a mess of a woman , though her literal partner in crime hadn't faired much better . she supposed she was thankful that she didn't have blonde hair , that her skin wasn't quite as porcelain as sharon's in moments like these . lips parted , a deep sigh escaped them and morgan mulled the thought over for a long minute .

and then another .

and then her stomach growled .

perhaps a more well - adjusted person would realize that now wasn't the right time to be hungry , but of all of the things that she had ever been accused of ( and it was a great many ) well - adjusted simply was not one of them . so she let herself catch her breath and used stained fingers to brush back the strands of hair that had come loose during the hunt and the subsequent violent struggle .

" yeah , i could definitely eat . think there's a denny's down the road , couple miles . "

[snortingcocacola]

I've had Human Resources ships on the mind today so I thought that I would compile and post some of my thoughts both on canon ships and some that I would like to see in cannon, also just a couple crack ships I think would be funny.

Rochelle/Dante: I liked their arc in the first season but I wish they had gotten at least one more episode pre-get together because as is, it felt a bit rushed. Dante being into Rochelle makes enough sense, she's beautiful and sees through his bullshit which is probably very refreshing, but I think he should have had to work harder to impress Rochelle. Rochelle had seen how terrible he can be and that little wedding speech he did was NOT good enough to erase that. I know Rochelle can be selfish but she isn't stupid by a long shot, I don't buy that her feelings would turn around as quickly as they did. Definitely rooting for them to break up in season two. I feel like they both rushed into saying they love each other; Rochelle out of guilt and wishful thinking and Dante because he seems like he doesn't have much experience actually caring about his partners at all so the first taste of genuine connection feels like true love.

Pete/Rochelle: These two are cute and I could definitely see them having a very sweet relationship but I do wonder how much they actually have in common. Not that people have to have all of the same interests but I could see them struggling to connect in an actual romantic situation. That being said, I like Pete and would like to see him get a win.

Rochelle/Emmy: These two are not love interests as of yet but they could be! Season one was very kind to the lesbians and I believe Rochemmy has the power to become canon. Emmy and Rochelle had their ups and downs over season one but at the end of the day they love, respect, and admire each other. Most importantly, they make each other want to be grow and be better and that's what love is all about baby!!

Emmy/Cat Stevens: I don't have extensive thoughts on them but I want to see more

Simon Sex/Walter: another couple that I'd like to see more from but if not, at least we'll always have the Radisson in the sky over North Korea

Connie/Maury: My OG ship from this franchise, I love them; they're funny, they're sexy, they're an absolute mess. I really loved their arc throughout season one but I hate that they resolved Maury's pregnancy in Big Mouth instead of waiting for season two of Human Resources. I get that they wanted to use Montel as a character for Big Mouth season six but they treated the conflict between Maury and Connie entirely as a joke and just really dropped the ball imo. It was funny in Human Resources too but it was ALSO a legitimate character conflict and we lost that in Big Mouth.

Petra/Lionel: Okay hear me out, this one is insane but I think they could be fun. Petra could absolutely destroy Lionel and he would love it. She could also help him grow a backbone and with that he could become an absolute powerhouse of a shame wizard. In turn, Lionel could team up with her to shame and bust their clients balls into conquering everything. This one honestly doesn't even have to be romantic I just want to see them interact more.

Pete/Dante: They would be so toxic lmaooooo this is mostly born from the most caveman part of my brain going "kiss? They're gonna kiss???" Everytime Dante feels on Pete's abs or when Pete pulls Dante out of the hole and he lands on top of him. I cannot see these two in a relationship but I crack up thinking about them both sulking in the bar after getting dumped/rejected by Rochelle and then having a drunken one nightstand and then never speaking of it again. Or possibly Pete attempting to never speak of it again and Dante rebounding hard and trying to cling to him, even platonically, because he's never been dumped before and can't handle the idea of being rejected twice in a row. I don't see this going canon at all but it's entertaining to think about.

That about sums it up, I'd love to hear other people's thoughts on these or other ships. :P

[gilbirda]

20 questions for writers, tagged by @gremlin-bot

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

83!!! But a lot are crossposted from FFN, and not ALL of my FFN stuff is there.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

753,449

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment dpxdc, but I have projects for DP in progress. I have some really old Inuyasha stuff, and Twilight, and a Gravity Falls fic that I def will continue? but mostly dpxdc :D

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Clown around and find out (Kudos: 8,524)

Mondays, am I right? (Kudos: 8,080)

Employee of the month (Kudos: 7,865)

Can't have shit in Gotham (Kudos: 7,343)

How to confuse a Bat (Kudos: 6,749)

Unsurprising xd

5. Do you respond to comments? why/why not?

I usually do the week when I post a fic, but i stop after that period of time. I don't respond mostly because I dont know what to say... I love each and every comment!!! I just get nervous.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmmm, I'd say What could have been. It's a DP fic from Phic Phight 2022 and the prompts I used weren't necessarily angst material, but I tied them together in a story meant to leave you empty.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't do "happy" endings? I think I do "realistic" endings - main quest is conquered but we lost and gained things in the way.

I do write a lot of fluff and unapologetic one shots, so I would consider all of those "happy" endings.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes.

Fortunately is not a normal event in my fics, but now that I have dipped my toes in comic book fanfiction I've gotten my fair share of purists and know-it-alls that come to my comments to educate me on what it's "canon" and explain to me how my interpretation is wrong.

That aside, I'm not afraid to portray "problematic" ships and delicate situations ,mainly mental health stuff. I'm not the first or the last person that pour themselves in their writing and use fictional characters as a medium to work on some personal things. Of course that's gotten me enough comments telling me how disgusting I am and how I'm writing XYZ wrong.

9. Do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Yes. I don't have a lot posted, but I have WIPs.

Mostly BDSM and how important it is to trust your partner.

10. Do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one?

Mostly DPxDC!

I did have an insane crossover between Twilight and a book not a lot of people know. TBH im keeping that information to myself xd.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes.

There's a russian website that reposts fics.

And also people reposting my stuff in wattpad with a "credits to the author [name]" but they never asked me for permission.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! To Russian!!!! Made me so happy ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

13. have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes! I'm co-writing a fic with some close friends and my girlfriend. And another fic with just my girlfriend, but I'm so slow with it lmao

14. what's your all-time fave ship?

I'm a multishipper but usually I have 1 OTP that im Very Normal about in every fandom and then I'm just okay with everything else.

Some examples are:

KogKag, SessKag (Inuyasha)

Hardcover (JazzxJason)(DPxDC)

PrussiaxHungary (Hetalia)

Mabill (Gravity Falls)

HikaHaruKao (Ouran HSHC)

Deckerstar (Lucifer TV)

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I don't want to jinx myself.

But probably the DP longfic. It's just. So long.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I've been told that my characters feel very real and that I write dynamics in a very organic way. In romance, I think I'm very good at portraying falling in love.

In general I've also been told I describe things in a way you can feel it, like you really are there.

17. writing weaknesses?

English is not my native language and I make a lot of mistakes, grammar wise. Or I let my weird miss matched speech patterns bleed into my characters and make them sound not quite right.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Again, I'm native Spanish speaker, so I do write in English regularly xd

Other languages, I'd need someone that speaks that language to help me.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha. I was about 11 years old. Those fics were written in Microsoft Word 2003, in script format (aka "theater" format), and every character had an assigned color and I would switch colors every dialogue line.

20. fave fic you've ever written?

Difficult to choose.

I love a lot of my fics, even older ones.

If I have to pick just one, I'm picking Friendly neighborhood vigilante

Tagging!

Not feeling like tagging today, and grem kinda stole the people I was thinking I could tag.

So, if anyone wants to do this, go ahead!

[fanfic-collection]

Prisoner: Loki x Reader - 7

TW: Nudity, degrading speech, sex

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You and Jot lay on the pouf, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the ceiling. Save for the lapping of water, the room was quiet.

“What do you think happened to them?” Jot mumbled.

“I don’t know.” You replied. You thought of the others, and how they were supposed to be alive and safe. But this was a Jotun. Loki was notorious for hating them.

The outer chamber doors opened abruptly, swinging inwards.

Yorin strode in, flanked by two guards. “Where’s the High General?” He called. “We have a meeting of the council and he is required to attend.”

The door to Loki’s room opened and he walked out. He moved lithely, making you think of a cat as he prowled over to Yorin.

“I’ve had personal matters to attend to.” Loki sounded bored.

Yorin nodded, looking around the room. “You don’t utilize your bitches enough.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes.

Loki raised a long slender finger. “Yot.” He beckoned to you.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise but moved to your feet and hurried over.

“Lovely to look at.” Loki purred once you had reached his side.

You stood there stiffly at attention. You wore a silk bra and bottoms, a sheer robe that hid nothing over top.

Loki slid the back of his hand down your cheek before turning back to Yorin. Loki’s expression was impossible to read, but you stood there, ramrod straight, waiting for what was to come.

Yorin glanced down at the bronze cuffs you wore, the simple L carved into them. He tilted his head before looking you up and down. “What I could do if I had my way with her.”

“Yes, I imagine so.”

“She’s fine breeding stock. You thought about having some bastards?” Yorin laughed.

Loki tilted his head. “When I find a queen worthy of me, you’ll know.”

Yorin laughed again. “A queen? You stand by that bullshit. You should have taken all these sluts as your wife. One of them was bound to give you a strong heir and now look at you. Couldn’t keep them under control and you only have two left.”

“I imagine when we conquer more, I’ll have more pets to tend to me.”

“It is a war meeting. You’ll want to hurry.”

Loki waved his hand and magic shimmered around you. An elegant green gown appeared upon you, laying on your skin gently. It still revealed much skin but it flattered you nicely regardless.

A gold collar appeared around your throat and you fought the urge to sigh.

Yorin squinted at you before turning back to Loki. “Never much liked your magic.”

“And yet I could walk circles around you with it.”

“Why the change in clothing? She looked better before. I imagine seeing her bare is even better! Hah!” Yorin laughed again.

“I wish for my pet to attend. I imagine if you didn’t kill all of yours, it would make for quite the interesting dynamic.”

Yorin looked around the room. “Your pets live a life of luxury. I don’t get it. They should be put to work, or made to sing so beautifully.”

“Jot over there plays the harp.” Loki tilted his head.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“You mean scream for me as I ravish them with pleasure?” Loki smiled thinly.

Yorin scowled.

“I don’t think you’ve heard that sort of scream before though.” Loki hummed.

Yorin raised a blunt finger at Loki and growled.

“I invite you to use your words, friend.”

Yorin shook his head and snarled again before turning and walking away. “You’re right. I’ll bring my own bitches. Always fun to have something to do while we discuss.”

Loki began to follow him, raising two fingers and beckoned you after him. You walked behind Loki and slightly to the right, head bowed. Though as you walked, you took in the palace.

People you recognized moved around. Servants and slaves alike, cleaning and trotting towards their individual destinations with all manner of items.

As you passed, some of your previous subjects, dared to pause. They did not dare bow, but they closed their eyes for longer than necessary, showing deference in any way they could.

You would have smiled, but you dare not show any confidence. Loki had broken you after all. And though you knew one of his secrets, you did not doubt his ability to be cruel in order to survive.

You arrived at long last at the council room, familiar in a distant memory.

Loki took his seat and you stood behind him, head bowed but eyes darting to and fro, trying to take everything in with the little time you were given.

“Why is that bitch here?” One of the generals asked.

Loki steepled his fingers before himself and replied, “Because I wish it.”

Two women stumbled in, dragged by collars, led by a guard. “High General Yorin, High Generals.” The guard bowed in turn.

The women were bloodied and beaten but they were old injuries, they wore nothing.

“Those were the best you could pick?” Yorin snarled.

“The others could not walk yet.” The guard replied nervously.

Yorin rolled his eyes. “Get someone to clean them up next time. You.” He pointed at one of them women. “On your knees.” He slid back in his gilded chair and rest his heavy boots on her back, grinning smugly at the others. “And you.” He gestured to his shoulders. The second woman hurried forward and began massaging him. She looked terrified, trembling slightly as she tried to keep Yorin pleased. “You see? This is how we should be handling our enemies. None of this looking pretty nonsense, they should know their place. Intimately.” Yorin reached down and slapped the woman’s bum. She let out a sharp yelp before snapping her mouth shut. “Go on, bitch, let them know how you sing so sweetly.” He struck her again and you shut your eyes, trying not to flinch.

Loki glowered at Yorin as the woman let out a long piercing scream.

Some of the other generals looked away uncomfortably.

“Go on. All of you. Bring your pets, I think it would be a good competition to see who has the most loyal.” Yorin boomed.

Loki sighed. “If that is all you forced me to attend this meeting for, I think I’ll pass. I’ve never had the stomach for cruelty.” Loki wrinkled his nose.

Yorin laughed again. “You wouldn’t. But you’re happy to send your sluts to me when they displease you.”

“Have I? I don’t remember.”

Yorin frowned. “It has been some time, hasn’t it? It’s so hard to keep track of the new arrivals.”

“I’m sure you could get someone to count.” Loki replied.

“Enough. You two are always bickering, it does nothing to advance our cause.” One of the men stood up.

Loki fell silent with a smirk.

Yorin glared across the circular table at Loki, eyes blazing.

“There are rumors of a rising rebellion. Those that have not been crushed completely are gathering. Even now we have whispers of…” The general paused glancing at you and the two women. “Is it wise to have our former enemies present?”

“You think these bitches can think for themselves?” Yorin laughed, his attention drawn from Loki. Yorin turned in his chair and grabbed the face of the woman behind him. She whimpered at his touch, fear evident on her face. “Would you disobey me?”

The women tried to shake her head, but he held her firm.

“Speak, damn you.”

“No! Never!”

Yorin nodded and looked back at the other general. “You just have to break their spirits.”

Loki had one hand resting on the table, idly tapping his fingers along his palm. From your vantage, you could see him clenching and unclenching his other fist.

“Realms across galaxies submit to our strength. And yet, as we said, there are still uprisings. Our forces are limited, numerous though they may be, we still need more.”

“What would you have us do? Employ our slaves?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “An unwilling fighting force will never work.”

“If they have spears at their backs, they’ll advance first.”

You swallowed hard, thinking of your people. The memory of first meeting Loki flashed through your mind: there had been no survivors in the land. Everything was razed to the ground.

The men set about bickering about logistics, feeding their war machine, supplying their war machine, and moving it. Agreements rose at utilizing more slave labour, assimilating the young of the conquered people and raising them to be Asgardian, if not quite the same level as true blood Asgardians.

On the conversations went, logistics, battle plans, everything. It was an entire government and military discussion.

Evening fell and one of the generals called for a break. Others seconded, thirded, and so on until the room began to empty.

You had not realized how long you stood there. Loki stood up, the last to leave, and motioned for you to follow.

-

Back at the pool room, Jot lay on her pillow. She gazed into the water forlornly, one hand swaying and breaking its surface.

She looked up when you returned with Loki. Jot didn’t seem that surprised at this point, she just seemed to accept things as they were thrown at her.

Loki gripped the chain and walked you over to the pouf. He sank down with a groan, his clothing shimmering and becoming the green robe gown once more. Your own clothes vanished.

“Attend to me.” He commanded.

Jot ran over, glancing at you then at him. She knelt behind him on the floor and began massaging his shoulders. Loki tilted his head back and she moved closer, allowing him to rest his head in her bosom. His eyes drifted shut as he relaxed.

“Don’t just stand there, pet.”

The gold chain of snaked it’s way to your cuffs, tugging them behind your back. You knelt down awkwardly, trying to keep your balance.

Loki hummed and you knew instinctively what he wanted.

With your teeth, you grabbed the garment covering his manhood and began to drag it down. Your nose rubbed softly against the small black trail of hair running down to his crotch. His stomach tensed and flexed at the contact.

When his cock was finally free, you glanced up at him.

Loki was staring down at you again, head lifted from Jot’s chest. “Don’t make me ask again.” He murmured.

You bent forward, trying to take his shaft as deep as you could without falling over. Loki reached down and gripped the back of your head, guiding you onto his cock. You licked the length of it, his cock hardening instantly before opening your mouth and delving as deep as you could take him.

You sucked and bobbed, swirling your tongue around the shaft as you fought to stay balanced. Loki pressed you deeper, his cock hitting the back of your throat and you choked. Gagging, tears welled in your eyes as you choked, unable to lift off him as he continued to press you down harder. You relaxed your throat as best you could, nose buried into his flesh, barely able to breathe.

Stars danced across your vision.

Then mercifully, Loki pulled you off him, holding you upright.

Spittle ran down your face and you coughed weakly, wanting to massage your throat. He tilted his head curiously as you regained your composure.

Jot looked over his shoulders at you nervously.

Pulling away from Jot, Loki pressed his foot to your chest and pushed you back. You landed uncomfortably on your chained hands, but found they loosened enough to find a better position. Loki knelt over you, hands on either side of his head holding him up.

“Kiss me, pet.” He ordered.

You lifted your head up as high as you could, reaching Loki’s lips and kissed him as passionately as you could muster. Your mouths moved in sync, your heart raced, and body began to heat up. To your surprise, you realized you weren’t faking, relishing in the kiss. Loki’s mouth opened, tongue darting along your lip. You opened your mouth and allowed him in. As his tongue delved in your mouth, swirling around your own tongue, exploring every crevice, you remembered one of his many titles: silver tongue.

Your head swirled again, unable to pull back when you needed air. Loki seemed to sense it, for he lifted himself from you and allowed you to breathe. One of his hands rested on your shoulder, before sliding down and cupping your breast. His thumb swirled over the sensitive nipple and you moaned sharply, back arching and unable to reciprocate. How desperately you wanted to feel him, to touch him, to know him as he seemed to know you.

Loki bent down, holding the nub between his teeth and tugged on it sharply. You let out a strangled cry, body shivering at his touch and a need growing deep in your core.

Loki turned his attention to your other breast, his free hand going to the one he had left. When that nipple was pert and sensitive too, he began to kiss between your breasts, burying his face in the soft skin and breathing you in. Then he made his way up to your throat, along your jaw, and back once more to your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss, whimpering slightly as you tugged futilely at the bonds.

“Ah, ah, pet.” Loki purred, pulling back. “This is my fun.”

Loki crawled back down the length of your body, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and delved into your slick folds. His silver tongue, licked and lapped, flicking playfully at your clit. His tongue entered deep, not as deep as you needed, but your sensitive cunt did not care. Anything in it was enough to satisfy you for the moment.

And then it wasn’t.

You felt tears of frustration prick at your eyes and wished you could touch him too. Anything to ease the pressure on your body as pleasure built.

He kept your leg over his shoulder, curling your body upwards and began to guide his cock into your folds. You groaned, it slipped in almost easily with how wet you were. Loki began long languid thrusts. You tried to match him, thrust for thrust, your hips rocking into his, but he set a ruthless pace. His ball sack slapped against your ass, skin slapping against skin, making more lewd noises.

You began to curse softly as you felt your release nearing.

“Say my name.” Loki growled, low and deep. He was panting with exertion as he continued to thrust deep into your core. He was everywhere all at once, filling you completely. Even if he didn’t hit your sweet spot, by nature of his girth, it didn’t matter. Though he watched your face, seeing it contort in pleasure when he stumbled upon that sweet, sweet place and you let out a sharp cry, yelling his name.

Loki grinned, slamming into the spot repeatedly.

Stars danced across your vision, you could feel the orgasm ready to burst, to come undone as you had never before.

And then he slipped out of you.

“Jot.” He snarled.

Jot hurried over and began to lick and suck his cock.

Loki’s eyes never left you as he grinned at you mercilessly. He quickly found his release, sighing as he spilled himself deep in Jot’s throat.

You lay on your back, tears of frustration pricking at your eyes. You were so close, your body wound tight like a spring.

Loki stood up when he had finished.

Jot swallowed hard, ensuring none went to waste. She proceeded to lick him clean with her tongue until no sign of his seed was left.

“Please.” You whispered, moaning his name. You squeezed your legs together, but it did nothing. The emptiness you felt was excruciating and you all but rolled back and forth on the ground like a trapped fish.

Loki walked over, dressed once more. He knelt down beside your face and stroked it gently. You shivered at his touch.

“Not today, pet. You need to know your place.”

A pile of cloths appeared beside the pouf and Loki pointed at Jot. “Clean her up.”

Jot scurried to do as commanded, wiping you down and cleaning up any spillage on the pouf.

Loki made his way to the chaise lounge and laid down, eyes closing and falling fast asleep.

All you could do was stare furiously at the ceiling, fighting back tears.

[moonlightreal]

Grumbling about Carnival Row season 2

Because of course all shows should follow what I want! XD 

And I wanted a show about Philo and Vignette, who fought so hard to be together and find true love in dark times, to be badass rebel partners working together to help the fae.  Sneaking kids out of the barbed wire to safety, possibly safety in some other country where Imogen and Agreas ended up… Instead the writers are like, “Nah, they break up!”  Gaaaaah!

As I watched the last few episodes I started to notice things that just felt… missing.  Like there were bits I expected to see and they never turned up, leaving previously important bits of plot to dangle in the breeze.

-Tourmaline being taken over by evil magic.  She needs to stop doing magic or it’ll completely take her over!  Then she… does a bunch more magic but she’s fine.  Could we at least have had a scene at the end where she does a cleansing ritual or bathes in a sacred spring and says she feels much better knowing the haruspex’s icky spirit is gone forever?  Maybe the kiss of true love banished it.

-The fae plague.  There was a plague! People were dying!  Then the plot just kind of moved on.  We never got a search for a cure.  Vignette didn’t catch it, which I thought she might.  We didn’t learn it was the humans poisoning the wells, which I also thought might have been happening.

-Imogen’s sudden freakout at Agreus.  they’re in love, some terribly traumatic things happened, and suddenly she was breaking up with him because he was just another man trying to control her—and then the plot moved on, Agreus gets kidnapped, and then they were back together.  It makes sense that Imogen might have gone off the rails due to trauma but I feel like we missed a scene where after his escape she runs to him and they kiss, and then a later scene where she says, “Sorry I wigged out there, but being controlled by men is something that bothers me a lot.” and Agreus says, “Totally understandable what with your entire history.  Let’s talk about how we can make sure you never feel like I’m trying to get the upper hand.”

-Philo’s whole parentage.  He almost reveals his lineage, the plot gets in the way, then it’s never mentioned until the end where he’s refusing to become chancellor with an impassioned speech.  And what about being greater than his father?  Killing the sparas was pretty badass but I don’t think it counts as full on greatness.  There was a whole heckin’ prophecy!

-Philo’s evil twin he was hallucinating after one too many whacks to the head.  I mean I’m glad that didn’t go on, but it’s another thing that just kinda randomly stopped.  

-Tirnanoc is… saved?  It was all so off screen, the Pact was driven out, the Burgish government was planning underhanded stuff to conquer it themselves (instead of just taking the refugees out to sea and dumping them overboard like I thought the reveal would be) and then… the plot moved on.  Did we get anything in the very pretty happy ending to suggest why the next chancellor won’t go out and conquer it again?  

-Jonah and Sophie.  Jonah had so much character potential.  Was he a decent person underneath?  Was he going to see through Sophie’s blandishments and stand up as a decent guy or fall into corruption? Could he and Philo have any kind of relationship, for good or ill? And what were Sophie’s plans now that she owns half the manufacturing in the Burgue?  What else was she up to behind the scenes?  What’s up with her faun friend?  This plotline wasn’t abandoned but suddenly cut off, but I was really keen to see where it was going!

I know this is just my opinions but did the end of the season hit anyone else this way? I didn’t hate the second season or anything.  I love the visuals of the show so much, I was invested in what was happening, and watching Imogen come into her own was just a joy.  But this feeling that the story was trying to go places and never quite getting there..!

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

I mean...So... You Know?

(Speech Crutches)

Stephen Jay Morris

12/18/2022

Scientific Morality©

You should have heard me speak in the 70s. I had Apraxia, Dysphagia, and other behavioral impediments. I was put into a speech class, in elementary school, no less! My teacher was known as Mister Marx. (You see! The school system was woke, even in the 60s!) At any rate, I would speak and mumble at a very low tone so that I was barely audible. The most frequent requests I’d get were, “Can you repeat that?” “Could you speak a little bit louder?” Low self-esteem was the primary culprit. I had been taught, at home, not to brag about or love myself. Did this stem from some religious upbringing? No. It came from an abusive father who hated both life and himself. To all you Right wing, religious nuts, I fervently begged to God for a single mother to care for me. Not every family needs a father, especially one who is abusive. My dad constantly told me to “shut up,” which I did. Anybody who thinks that a father must behave like a boot camp sergeant is an ignoramus asshole! If I’d had a loving father, I’m certain I would have ended up a registered Republican, working for an accounting firm.

When I left my family at 17, to live with my maternal grandmother, my life notably started to ascend, thankfully, away from its decent into the darkness of hopelessness. The first thing I tried to remedy about myself was my speech impediment. Before long, I noticed that, while talking on the phone, my manner of speaking improved slightly. Also I admired people who gave speeches at anti-war rallies and I learned from those experiences. I knew, instinctively, that the only way I was going to completely overcome my speech issues was to give speeches myself or—even more terrifying—become a radio disc jockey. My community college major became broadcasting. I took a speech course in which, one of the first assignments given was to present a speech to the class. I was terrified! I was afraid I was going to puke in front of everyone, or pop a boner! I think my first speech was about human rights. It wasn’t a catastrophe, but it wasn’t great either. I remember, I didn’t make eye contact with anyone in my audience; I just read my paper, my eyes cast downward the entire time. After the speech, my teacher critiqued me and offered some advice. He spoke, not in a harsh tone, but an instructive one. “First of all,” he said, “nobody likes to watch somebody reading a piece of paper. Once in a while, look at the audience. One thing you do use often, Mr. Morris, is the phrase ‘you know.’ No, Mr. Morris, I don’t know. That is a bad assumption on your part. Don’t feel bad, Mr. Morris,” he continued, “most of your generation is using that expression excessively. Why does that happen? I don’t know. Maybe it’s too much marijuana consumption, or a crutch to allow you to think of your next sentence by delaying. The Beatniks, back in the 50’s, used to use the preposition, ‘like,’ a whole bunch of times. For example: ‘Like, I’m going to the store,’ or ‘Like, wow daddy-o, dig that crazy beat!’ To repeat a phrase over and over again will drive someone listening crazy! You know? Just kidding. Work on those two things and you’ll be fine. Oh, also, Mr. Morris, try to speak in an audible tone—so, people can hear you. You don’t have to shout, like John the Baptist. Just be audible. Go back to your seat.”

Did you know that President Biden had a stuttering problem? But he conquered it. I conquered my speech issues, also. I went from introvert to ambivert, all the way to extravert.

Now, whenever I listen to young folks talk, I notice that they preface their sentences and phrases with, “I mean” or “so.” I can imaging how aggravating it must have been for people when they’d hear me say, “you know” over and over again.

They say that we Homo Sapiens evolved from apes. I think we also evolved from parrots. Americans always copy colloquialisms or expressions. So-called Millennials and Generation Z’ers use the repetitious, “I mean.” This drives me up the proverbial wall! Can’t they simply use the opening phrase, “Well”? Blues singers always used “Well” to start a lyric. But “I mean.” Where in the fuck did that come from?! Is it because you think nobody believes you? Are you trying to be meaningful? When you say, “I mean,” is that a self-correction? “The world is flat! I mean, round.” Is that it? What I mean to say is, if you begin a new idea or statement with “I mean,” again, I will...never mind.

[dwestfieldblog]

SHRAPNEL FOR DEMOCRACY

‘Time passes by, a snowflake in the summer’s sky’…the election happened, the bad guys lost apart from the despicable Nigel Farago, more of whom soon. Biden stepped down; all credit to him for having done so. I watched three hours of Kamala Harris in her previous jobs and found her to be tough, smart, good humoured and moral…she also made the right choice for VP in Walz. So, one night I actually went to bed with hope (arf) for November. We’ll see.

Meanwhile, Ingerland on the feral march, morons and scum on the streets fed false information by populist politicians and racist criminals, not questioning, not thinking for themselves. Farage asking why a black teenage boy who murdered three young girls and attacked others, wasn’t on the MI5 watch list. (‘What are they not telling us?’) Because he was 17 and had done nothing wrong previously, you frog faced Oswald Mosley wannabe. The riot mob were told lies that the boy was a Muslim migrant, and so paraded with the Union Jack and St George Cross flags, gym worked muscles and tattoos…which made them easy to trace. Burning cars, looting shops and punching cops in the name of British national pride. Then the opposites came out; ‘Smash Fascism and Racism by any means necessary’. Any? Finally, balanced folk came with children to sweep the streets clean and help those whose shops were destroyed.

In response to the riots, Sir Kier Starmer ordered the creation of a ‘standing army’ of specialist police officers to out thug the thugs. Idiot genius Elon Musk chirruped/Xed that ‘civil war is inevitable’ in the UK. Yeah maybe, if you fund it pal. A white south African with an unhappy childhood who wants to spread racism around and allow convicted criminals and blatant crap stirrers to have their say loud and clear to propagate chaos. More support for Putin and China’s Western divide and conquer strategies. Too much money and a dearth of heart.

Musk reinstated the chubby bum fluffed Ron Watkins to Twitter in 2023 (along with the criminal racist Tommy Robinson and Katie Hopkins etc) The Q Onan L Ron Hubbard of conspiracy theory horse manure. (Or else he could be a dadaist comedian using black comedy psychology to expose the very worst elements in humanity. Tak yer pick.) It is noticeable just how many far-right writers and mentally ill tub thumpers he has reinstated since taking over Twitter who were previously banned for hate speech, incitement to violence and spreading misinformation. So, the free flow of ‘knowledge’ clags up in the U bend of X again. And he donates to the Trump campaign. Propaganda interview. Nuff said.

Putting the ass into assassination…just one inch more and the world would be safer today. But no. And then all the ‘saved by the miracle hand of God he cheated death’ plaudits for his ‘I took a bullet for democracy’. Donald, you didn’t TAKE the bullet, you took some shrapnel. All those who had run against him to be the Republican candidate, standing and saying what a great hero he was, what a fine leader he will be again, while Trump sat, smiling like Caligula as his rivals virtually begged for their jobs and political lives while he imagined how he was going to screw them for previous comments. Ah yes, pudgy weirdie beardie JD Vance and his hillbilly pants…apparently thanks to Labour, the UK could be the first ‘truly Islamist country that will get a nuclear weapon’. Blue eyed boy, we already have them and we are still a long way from Sharia law here pal. And Pakistan has the bomb, you dolt, you think they’re Jewish? Oy.

And Lo, the law court ruling spake that the childman was not accountable for breaking the law while a president. So democratic (perhaps that’s why he wants to change the politics of the USA, he doesn’t like that his country is described this way) America, land of freedom moved closer to being ruled by a megalomaniac psychopathic tyrant king. Cult of befouled personality Trump visited North Korea and must have loved what he saw, cleanliness and order, absolute power and control…and a family dynasty ruling for decades by fear and murder. Hmm, he (probably, possibly) thought.

Trump funded by far-right billionaires and greedy fundamentalist Christians who want to tear up the first amendment, (about the separation between church and state) as a righteous government should obviously not remain neutral when the word of GOD-AH and his boy Jesus Christ are the only moral standard with which to measure true law. Pshaw pfff. Most American presidents in the USA’s very short history, were Freemasons, which might explain why Trump acts as if he is jealous at being left out and rants about the ‘deep state’. He wants to join the big boys and be privy to the secrets of the universe. Neither is he in the Bilderberg group…and it is highly unlikely he will ever be asked to join either. So, he stamps his feet, goes a little more orange with rage and declares war on all the gangs which won’t have him. Smearing with libellous paedophilia accusations and satanic porn ring pizza house slave trade blaaarg. You couldn’t make it up? But they do and are believed by hundreds of thousands.

Let’s have some good old fashioned ‘religious values’ now…

The ‘holy’ land …Illegal settlements (according to international law) in the West bank and their continuing expansion fuel Palestinian hatred, the fury bubbling over should not have taken anyone by surprise, least of all the deliberate provocateurs. 5, 295 new homes approved last month. (July) Not exactly trying for peace and a two-state solution. Arab anger will never cease over this. And now the foul Hezbollah seem revving up in response to the mass starving and sick women and children of Gaza and the (has to be said) very well executed (arf) assassinations of bad guys by Israel. However, ‘fair’ or not, genocide does seem to be an accurate description for the endless slaughterings.

(How did three thousand members of Hamas mobilise without Mossad knowing? The latter are one of the best and most ruthless secret services in the world and no Palestinian in their ‘care’ or known to them spilled the beans?). Hilarious to hear Xi Jinping talk about ‘tremendous sufferings’ and that ‘justice should not be absent forever’. Tell that to the innocents in your country who died for a little more freedom on May 35th 1989.

Benny went to the US Congress to give a speech begging for weapons. 43 standing ovations for a war criminal. ‘There is no room for political violence in democracies’ he said, condemning the failed attempt on DT. Don’t remember him saying much about the riots encouraged by the orange one. And off the scale political violence by a democracy against its enemies also seems to be acceptable. Israel has ‘always been our home’. Only for four thousand years. As written last time, many other tribes were there first. Risible House Speaker Mike Johnson beamed with ‘Christian’ pride, as one who believes that Armageddon time in the holy land signifies the return of Christ, whereby all true believers will be lifted in the Rapture of the Lord, hallelujah, amen.

With regard to the arrest warrant for Benny and the Hamas leader, the appalling senator Lindsey Graham said ‘If the ICC (International Criminal Court) does this to Israel, they will come for us next’. So, some US lawmakers want to dismantle the international justice system. Of course they do, same way Boris Johnson, Erdogan et al ad infinitum want to control the justice system in their countries, people it with their crony puppets and avoid arrest.

Speaking of twilight of the idols and the antichrist…saw a video on YouTube… ‘The Devil is Gay’. They must have been watching South Park, eh? Belief in the Devil is essential for the financial business of the churches…to conversely paraphrase Baudelaire (the opium addicted poet) ‘The greatest trick the church ever pulled was convincing so many that the devil existed’ The (nobody expects the Spanish) Inquisition cost a lot of money and thus, approved by the pope, Indulgences cameth unto being. Rich folk could do whatever they wanted, just pay off the Church and be absolved of sin. Nice work if you can get it. And let’s skip a light fandango over the high amounts of infanticide in nunneries, the embarrassing babies caused by pure visiting priests. (Unless they claimed that God did it.) And the mass burnings and torture of innocents, and the hundreds of cases of shifting pederasts from diocese to diocese rather than handing them to the law. And the laundering of Mafia money and the Magdelana Laundries and etc. AND the huge numbers of evangelists preaching shite, hellfire and salvation through the poor giving them lots of money for lying into their faces. All of that would seem to sum up EVIL.

As Zappa said ‘If there is a Hell, its fires wait for them not us’. ‘It was good to hunt down our comedians and minstrels, considering that most of them are wizards and magicians.’  1602 French witchfinder. What a sod. ‘We have enough religion to hate each other but not enough to love each other’. J.Swift  ‘Holy’ folk,do something decent to prove you are worthyof respect, don’t just expect to be respected for your religion just because you are ‘religious’.

‘My own opinion is that belief is the death of intelligence’. R.A.W.

‘If a people permit exploitation and regimentation in any name, they deserve their slavery. A tyrant does not make his tyranny possible. It is made possible by the people and not otherwise’. Jack Parsons. Neurotic masses crave tyrants, a strong daddy and are encouraged to be neurotic. The masses are allowed to live, in order to act as slaves and maintain the charade. East and West in a rival illusory pantomime, both pretending nationalistic pride is important, only to encourage treadmill production ethics. One might argue that most people don’t want to ‘permit exploitation’, however, it takes a lot to rise against those who are fully armed and brutal. They’ve got the guns and drones but we got the numbers…but how many in the West would be as brave as those in Tiananmen Square in 89 or in Russia over the last two decades?

Politicians in democracies quickly and conveniently forget that their job is to both serve and be accountable to those who gave them a temporary license for their work. Not to spend their time getting richer at the expense of the already poor. ‘Politicians have the same responsibility to know, and act upon, scientific fact as do doctors, engineers, or other professional people.’  

The new generation of politicians who realised half a generation ago that their type are despised anyway, so the best thing to do in these modern times of Tik Tok influencers is to treble down and ONLY say what the worried masses want to hear or need to be threatened with. And blaming other countries and races etc etc, is always a solid vote catcher. Yeah, well the Nazis and Communists found out that stuff only works for a while as a functioning belief system (BS). We are seemingly at a crossroads where humanity’s Ego takes complete control or else gets a hard slap and a rude awakening. May there be Peace… Awaken the neophiliac within with childlike wonder and fascination.  We will see soon…