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[walkingdetroit]

Core City to Corktown

[deadkenndy]

idk how leon survived all his fucking injuries. in Re2:remake he:

gets in a car accident (And likely got whiplash from being rocked around)

got thrown / tossed from an explosion

gets slammed against a metal floor by william

there's probably more, but those are the ones I recall rn. The only one the game makes a fuss over is when he got shot.

[trans-soapberry]

reading Disco Elysium analysis posts is giving me fun new ways to conceptualize the ways society especially in regards to sorcery in JJK can be horribly flawed and traumatic. To the point I upset Myself. Anyway haha

[sevendavisjr]

[corecblog]

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CORECでインボイス制度対応の機能をリリースしました。

1、適格請求書発行事業者番号の登録 2、請求書に取引日や出荷番号の追加 3、請求額と支払期日での範囲検索対応 4、出荷管理、受注管理などでの金額検索追加 などリリースしました。詳細はこちらをご参照ください!

[spopsalt]

The IMPS: An assassin team that have killed mutiple people including a child during the course of the show

Helluva fandom and Viv: ....

Stolas: A classist abuser that neglects his daughter and coreces Blitzo

Helluva Fandom and Viv: Awwww poor cute uwu soft boyyyy

Stella: Emotionally abusive to Stolas

Striker: An assassin that was actually kind to Blitzo until Blitzo went against him

Helluva Fandom and Viv: OMG they are HORRIBLE people they are IRREDEEMABLE and deserve DEATH

[sprinkleonthatcriticism]

Stolas is in fact horrible father and honestly Octavia have the right to hate him so does Stella

True ;_;

What sucks is that, Stolas could've been a potiental Villain but ofc, Vivziepop and Brandon decided to just... try and turn him into a "uwu soft boi" that can do "no wrong" despite him being a horrible dad and an abuser/sexual assaulter who corece Blitz into have sex with him in return he gives him the book.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Behind the mask part 2

part one

Five years, five years had passed and you’d finally settled into your new role as Vader’s masked General. To the world you were just another one of the inquisitors that had made an impression on the Sith Lord. A silent assassin that everyone feared. Soldiers, and officers alike would trip over themselves to get out of your way. Each one would eye the lightsabers at your hips. You carried four, three you had taken as trophies from the Jedi you had killed.

Yet when the doors closed and you were alone with Anakin in his quarters things were very different. You are Anakin’s and his alone. When the doors closed and you both removed your helmets it was the feel of your skin he needed beside him, pressed against him. Over the years you had worked with the medic droids to create new lungs for Anakin, that would no longer need the suit to work. The Emperor had no idea that his loyal servant had secrets.  

This day had been long, reports of a Jedi being sighted on a Kashyyk had come by you. Vader had spent a lot of time and resources on finding him. Travelling to many different planets, losing two of the inquisitors and eventually Vader fighting the young Jedi himself. He had insisted on you staying on the ship. Standing stoic on the bridge with your hands behind your back you waited for orders or something worse. Reaching out through the force you tried to keep attuned to his moods, his movements and his breathing. Slowly as you waited you felt a nostalgia creep over you. Returning to your quarters.

Quietly you sat and recalled the days before the Empire. The day you met Anakin.

 You were a younglin training with Yoda when Obi-Wan had brought Ani in. He was fresh to the study but you could tell he would be strong. The elder introduced the younger to the group. Sparing was the aim of the day. You took out your training sabre, another youngling handed Ani one. The two of you fought, you bested him but you were pleasantly surprised that he put up such a good fight, without any formal training. You’d see him again many more times over the next three years until you graduated to a Jedi Knight. 

It was months before you came back to the Temple on Corecent he was older, taller, and none of your training could have held your feelings away. Your mind wandered from your meditation to watch as he worked on his stamina. So far had your mind gone into your fantasies that you did not notice him coming to sit beside you.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, making you jump.

He made you laugh like no other and you were glad that you could make him laugh as well. That smile hooked you. For weeks you spent much time together, in the guise of training him, whilst Master Kanobi was away. As you trained your minds grew closer until one evening sitting in his room, pouring over old texts his master had asked you both to research, Anakin had moved to you, pulled your face to his and pressed his lips to yours. It was a sweet, chased kiss that left your mind hazy. You knew it was wrong, that it went against everything you had been taught. Yet, you couldn’t stop it any more than he could. 

A death threat from a senator took him away the next day. You didn’t see him again for many years. Through gossip you heard he had graduated to a knight and now had his own padawan learner.

Then the war came. You worked alongside him and Obi-wan fighting against the droid army. That was the time you lost your master, a man who had been the only constant in your life was gone. Killed by Count Dukue. You were held back from helping, the Sith Lord had bent metal to hold you, its grip cutting into the skin on your arms. By the time Anakin arrived to help you out you had almost lost consciousness. Pain, sorrow and fatigue made you limp. His warmth and strength was all you could cling to as he carried you to their ship.

You stayed close by them for a long time after that, so close in fact that you grew jealous of the senator.Though Anakin reassured you he stayed with her only for the vision of a child, the fear in your chest had begun to build. You left on a mission, not seeing them again for months. You had requested the move, wanting to separate yourself from the feelings. 

“There was a rumour she married, it's you isn’t it?” You asked him one evening. The two of you were walking through the temple corridors. He begged you not to tell a soul what you knew. In that moment you knew you would keep any secret he gave to you. “I had to, for the child that will help me in the future. I promise, I do not love her.” he whispered to you. 

A hand on your shoulder shocked you back to the present. Spinning round you watch as Vader removes his helmet and cape, slumping onto the bed.

“I lost, he got away.”

“He must be strong in the force.” You say, stepping over to him.

“He is trained, definitely. Y/n, I need…”

You kneel down in front of him, knowingly.

“Anything, tell me what you need.”

His cold eyes looked down at you.

“I need to win, be in control,” he stood, “remove your clothing.”

—-------

“I, I did it for, I have to…” His words stumbled to come out. 

He lay beside you, asleep as you stared at the cold metal ceiling of the star destroyer. Without making too much sound you tiptoed across the room to the bathroom. It had been a long time since you had looked at yourself in a mirror, determined to avoid them at all costs. Never ready to look upon what you have become. Old scars and new bruises lined your neck where the suit and mask met, your left arm had been replaced with a robotic one, around a year after order 66. Alongside Anakin you had both been trapped below rock fall. Using your collective force powers you were able to lift the rocks, though you lost the use of your arm and he, one leg below the knee. Your hair had been haphazardly cut short to better fit below your mask.

“What is it?” The voice came from the doorway. Anakin was leaning one shoulder on the door frame.

“What was it all for? Everything we have done? Everyone we killed? A son that never came to be? A lie that you were betrayed by the people who loved you, or for nothing?” Every word you said poisoned Anakin’s throat. 

“To kill the Emperor? You just became his slave, and what did I become? What does it make me? I hide my face so you can control me, use me. It’s all ever was, just someone who would back up your play no matter what?” You couldn’t tell what emotion was brewing inside you. 

“Y/n, I don’t understand.” 

You stand looking into his eyes, searching for something of the man you used to know. His eyes still coloured as all Sith’s eyes are, a mix of red and yellow. 

“Look at me, Ani. Look at how broken I am. What is left of me?” a sob tried to escape at the question. Anakin’s heart dropped in his chest. Crossing the small room he put his hands on your face, cupping your jawline. 

“You are y/n. Every last bit of the soul is within you. I see it in you.” He spoke softly. The tone jarred you, it had been so long since you’d heard it. 

“You see what you want to, not what is there. Look at me Anakin, my skin is not my own. Not since I put on that suit. I can’t do this anymore, Anakin.” You slide his hands from your face and slip out of his grasp. Donning your suit once more you packed a bag with few essentials. Anakin begging behind you.

“Don’t do this. I understand, you want more. You need more from me. I can do it. Y/n, put the bag down.” 

You walk toward the door, lifting your helmet toward your head when you feel your throat constricting. Breath stopped in your chest, unable to draw any oxygen. Your body began to slide backward across the room, your toes just barely touching the ground. Anger flared inside you and you felt every particle in the room vibrating. Your hands stretched out either side of you as your lightsabers shot from your discarded bag, lighting as they flew. One stopped pointing at Anakin’s throat, as he used the force to turn you. Your eyes met and held each other. Two more sabres pointed at him, waiting for your order to attack. Anakin, dropped his eyes and arm down and you hit the ground hard. Catching your breath you turned away from him, holding the sabres close behind you as you placed the helmet on your head and left.

Darth Vader found your helmet and suit, tucked into a stone structure three months later. An old temple the two of you had visited many years before. Your last message to him playing over and over in his mind. “Keep my heart, I no longer need it.” amongst your suit was the carved heart he had made you many years ago.

Part three

[velvetvexations]

WCanon, why is it a trend in thunderclan(main series) to have the medicine cats(doctors) be forced or coreced into the role??? like, spottedleaf-the thistleclaw thing, yellowfang-retconned magic powers, cinderpelt-ran over by a car, leafpool-mom pressured her, jayfeather-blind, alderheart-just really really bad at hunting. even flipclaw got forced into it temporarily. someone get these cats a willing doctor lmao

Who would ever want to have a career in something so unprestigious as medicine?

[coralkashri]

From Modern to Unbelievably Modern C++

From Modern to Unbelievably Modern C++ CoreC++ talk - experience summarize, and self opinions.

[walkingdetroit]

Monday in Core City

[blessphemy]

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[hikkineetboi]

tw: pedophilia, vent

im honestly just super sad about the "response" my groomer gave me. i hate never being able to be sad cuz its a sign of weakness. everything is a catch 20.

if i come out with screenshots its a "low blow" if I don't have screenshots its fake. if I say something 5 years later or when its happening, if I try to talk to my groomer directly and they block me so I report them- nothing I do really matters. in the end I'm always a liar a whore and a stalker.

i dont understand at all how a victim of grooming is treated worse than their actual groomer, a pedophile, because "I'm a whore" or a "stalker" or "mentally ill" its so painful.

she takes everything i do and say and uses it against me. she says that she had erp with me so long ago she forgot. its just crazy...

she thinks that because she only had erp with a 15yr old 5 years ago she isn't a pedophile anymore... - u -"

no one said no one cant change sure, but you fucked a 15 yr old as a 22yr old and emotionally manipulated and coreced them and took advantage of their (my) abuse and vulnerability... that's so fucked dude

maybe you might not do all of that but you're still a pedophile even if you're a "non-offending pedophile," and your groups should know before inviting you to events that they are inviting someone with a sex offender record.

i feel sad and alone, i know its jsut a small group of the internet so I'm not too hurt... but it hurts me because at the end of the day this is my trauma... and she is always going to use it against me. so its seriously painful being told to be quiet, don't say anything.

why do i got to keep her safe and keep her secret?

i hate that she rewrites narratives to make herself the victim somehow??

she just lied so much about everything and I just gotta let it go and accept it.

honestly i was never expecting her to give me an apology (and she didn't) and I was expecting her to care more about her following (which she did) and honestly just saying "I don't remember it was so long ago" but also "I've changed since then" its just nuts??

thats taking responsibility?

saying yeah i did have digital sex with a minor on numerous occasions and watched porn with them and took advantage of them being put into mental hospitals and I guilted them into protecting me by calling them my family etc... but "it was so long ago I forgot?"

im just really hurt and there isnt really a way I can express it...

i wish there was an active support group for grooming victims online..

i wish we could change regulations together to make it illegal to do things like watch porn with minors online or have e sex with them so that it would at LEAST discourage pedos like denra from doing anything or AT LEAST punish her for when she does...

i wish there was a reliable database similar to sex offender registry but online that could represent the scope of what online sex crimes and grooming looks like?? and one that can "score allegations on legitimacy" or be peer reviewed. or something...

i just feel sick and tired dude.

i wanna write a big ass manifesto for grooming victims and internet safety.

i absolutely hate lying down flat and this is the exact reason why I always consider myself undead. in a pretty emo way my dissociation rotted me but that's me being overdramatic. but its like I've been constantly through so much fucking shit that made me want to end it all. I'm a disabled black amnesiac trans homeless man living in cali right now you fucking guess what I've been through. I'm still here and standing.

my dissociation pushes me through to just "fuck it ill prove my point."

i think maybe an even greater act of revenge than thriving yourself is thriving and aiding others thrive with you.

i want to build a database one day to leave something behind for the next generation and their safety. i don't have it in me right now at all. clearly with all of this affecting me. but its not something I'm letting go of.

i wrote pedo punch angel as something to cope and to teach myself how to cope better. to not make myself a maytr or pressure myself to burden everyone's pain. and to not cope through pure destruction fucking over everyone and myself at the same time.

i still have plans for the future and I know that even if I feel like crying now I know in the future there would be a day I am confident and strong and I take on the challenge and create the database

i want to have a support group, raise funds for children's safety online (the actual department that's in charge of those crimes not the bullshit 2025 plan that would actually make it MUCH EASIER for pedos to get away with shit) and finish my story and manifesto. i think that's what would satisfy me. it'll do more than satisfy me, ill be proud of myself.

and im proud of myself for today, and I am strong today for putting up with all this bullshit and not freaking out. I'm way stronger than any of the assholes who believe denra and call me a lying stalking whore. none of them had to go through all the shit I've been through and are still standing. i wish they would give it a try.

[smittarbundiya123]

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