#Visa Types Explained

[toolszone]

Your Complete Guide to Work Visa Types in Qatar: Find the Best Fit for Your Career

Looking to work in Qatar? This complete guide breaks down the 6 most important types of work visas — from employment and freelance to project-based and GCC resident visas. Learn the eligibility, benefits, and how to apply for each type of work visa with ease. Whether you're a skilled worker, digital nomad, or intern, find out which visa is right for your career path in Qatar's fast-growing job market. Stay informed and take the next step toward your dream job abroad! Plus, get tips on legal requirements, documentation, and choosing the correct sponsor. Make your relocation to Qatar smooth, legal, and professionally rewarding with the right visa choice.

[thepassport]

Navigating the U.S. immigration system can be complex, but this video from Passport Xpress breaks down the different types of visas available. Learn about categories such as work, study, and travel visas, their specific requirements, and which one might align with your needs.

[unreadpoppy]

So im watching this video about how in 2024, USAmericans, Canadians and I think Australians will need to apply for a visa before getting to Brazil, which to me seems only fair since getting a visa to go travel to the USA is a pain in the ass and I’m honestly impressed by the amount of people in the comments of the video saying they didn’t know the USA had so many restrictions to apply for a visa

[snailpebbles]

matters of the heart

chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader

summary: a three of hearts game revolving around secrets. not ideal for a secret relationship.

wc: 2k ish

tags: angst/fluff, some hurt some comfort, established relationship (yall are married), secret relationship, sorry i'm a sap and haven't written in ages :/

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Nobody knew you two were dating. It was better this way in both of your opinions! The Borderland is dangerous to all and doesn’t discriminate on who lives and who dies, a lesson you learned quickly. 

Chishiya is a private man, in and out of the Borderlands; as his wife, you know this. What is not widely known, ie. by nobody at all, is your relationship. Somehow the general consensus is that you despise one another all because your husband is a bit more teasing to you than anyone else. Neither of you try to refute these claims for many reasons: there can be no one using the other against you, Kuina, and the monstrosity that is the military (Niragi). To many this level of privacy and secrecy would strain the relationship, but not you. It took literally five years for you to even mention Chishiya to your family. 

They were not pleased, to say the least.

Leading into your current predicament, let us set the scene. Your visas are about to run out, so you both go out on the next run and by happenstance end up on the same team. With the way Chishiyas shoulders relax slightly, you know that being able to protect you is a relief to him. There have been far too many close calls and unknowns. Climbing into the car with the honestly obnoxious bunch, you both make the realization that oh! Tatta is here too! The pinkie that crept toward yours stays in place once remembering that the aforementioned boy has the observation skills of a dead duck.

The game, a level three hearts, is the one type Chishiya never wants to be playing with you at his side. Fuck. The concept is relatively simple and, if played correctly, could result in no death! Great, right? The objective is to tell who's a liar and who isn’t. Each player tells a secret or memory and the others cast their vote on whether it’s a truth or a lie. The option with the most votes is chosen. What’s the problem then? There is one player chosen secretly as a trickster whose goal is to get a unanimous incorrect vote - a truth is voted as a lie or vice versa. If this is managed, all the other players die. If it isn’t then the trickster will die instead.

The three of you walk into the old classroom and sit down at the desks arranged in a circle, all facing one another. Tatta is a nervous wreck but you quietly talk to him about random things, an effective distraction. If a small smile graces Chishiya’s face…well that’s no one's business. The other five players worry you - cocky young boys with quick tempers and two nervous wrecks. Lovely. The rules are explained and your heart rate ticks up, silently matching Chishiyas even as his body language says otherwise. 

“Player three, start!” The young boy with no eyebrows steps up to the podium and a timer of two minutes counts down. You pay attention to his tapping fingers, breathing, and where his eyes go. Being with Chishiya for as long as you have has certainly taught you some things. 

“Uhm..one time I uh, kissed a fish.” The snort that comes from Tatta almost gets you, but you cool your face. Hands tap a button and the counts tally in - unanimous truths. The alarm bells go off and your palms grow sweaty even though you’re confident that this weirdo did kiss a fish. His burning ears made it obvious. Your husband's dark eyes glance at you, the deep color so familiar that it’s calming. The slight nod of his head soothes any worry you had. The screen lights up green - all clear! The boy sits back down and another with a…tasteful mullet, takes his place. 

“I’m allergic to oranges.” He deadpans, fingers still and skin unchanging. Shit. The blond beside you watches his peripheral, decides he doesn’t like seeing the nervousness on your face, - at least not in this context - and tilts his tablet screen just enough for you to see ‘lie’ highlighted. The trust you have is unmatched so you don’t hesitate to choose. Tatta taps your shoulder and based on his sweaty brow, needs help. You share your choice much to the chagrin of the group across you. 

“You can’t do that!” Fish-kisser complains to which you recite the rules. Never once is it mentioned you can’t share answers so he pipes down real quick. Reality is brought back to you when the screen lights up red - fail. The rules never stated what happens when the player tricks the majority of you. The thought is sobering and you nervously look at Chishiya, only to see his eyes already on you. A tick mark appears in the corner of the screen and text flashes stating, “if the guessers fail three times, one randomized player will be disqualified!” The cheerful voice does not match the deadly rules, nor does it pair with the fear that flashes within Chishiya’s eyes. Already he was planning ways to get the both of you out of this unscathed, but now he has to factor in other peoples idiocy and randomization? A pinky finds yours and you hold on tight.

The next person steps up to the podium and is caught in a lie, ‘clear’ soothing the staccato of your heart. This trend follows for the next two boys and you expect the same for Chishiya, your curiosity that initially drew him to you in the first place making a show towards what he might say. His relaxed form stands at the podium, both mysterious and gloating with how his eyes ghost over each player.

“My hair is dyed.” Ah. He’s playing it safe. The more obvious the answer, the faster he can get you to safety and back in his arms - fail!

What?

The three boys across from you are laughing, laughing, as if they haven’t royally fucked up. Before you can stop yourself, you’re speaking up.

“What the actual fuck are you thinking?” While your voice may sound level, internally you’re having to restrain yourself from throttling someone. A white coat fills your peripherals and for a moment you’re tossed back to the days of visiting Chishiya on his lunch break, soft touches and pastries eaten in amicable silence in the garden. Truth comes back to you when his pinkie relinks with yours and Tatta begins to panic beside you, the two tally marks seeming to take up the entire screen.

“We wanna get outta here faster, so we might as well just get disqualified.” Mullet shrugs. The fact that they’re new is even more infuriating. Your eyes squeeze shut so you don’t snap at them, but Tatta has you covered.

“No you- you don’t want to be disqualified. Just play the game.” His voice is higher than normal, giving away his stress. Your tablet flashes at you, reminding you that it’s your turn now. The walk to the podium is heavy on your shoulders but your eyes meet Chishiyas and stay there, imagination offering escape in the memory of lazy mornings in filtered sunlight. The three boys totally ignore Tatta in the time it takes you to reach the podium.

“I’m married.” Tatta chokes on his spit and Chishiya looks the smallest bit surprised at your secret as if he isn’t the one you’ve devoted your being to. To emphasize the truth to this, you take the simplistic ring - a metal band with a beautiful pearl in the center - out of your pocket and slide it on your left ring finger. There was the slightest tan line that is now covered and the ring fits perfectly, the nights Chishiya spent secretly measuring your sleeping figures hand definitely having paid off. The proud smile on your face doesn’t hurt either as you can never seem to hide the joy of being connected to another person. It’s something Chishiya deeply admires and will whisper to you when he thinks you’re fast asleep in his arms. All in all, the truth option is the only one.

Therefore, when the screen flashes red and a tally is added beside the ‘fail’ text, your surprise is palpable. Tatta only manages a squeak of fear and the two random people look physically ill, Chishiya’s face a blank slate and the group of three laughing annoyingly at everyones reactions. The results make no sense until one of the ill people starts rapidly apologizing, having believed you to be the trickster and convincing their partner of the same. The three boys find it hilarious.

You don’t even notice your trembling until Chishiya is sitting you back down in your seat and his hand is gently rubbing your back, murmured instructions to follow his breathing being subconsciously followed. The apologies fall deaf on your ears. A faint hum fills them instead and now the urge to speak to Chishiya, your one love, is overwhelming. 

“I love you.” The truth is whispered only to the man across from you and the reciprocation meets your ears just as fast, but lacks the resignation in your tone. The gears in Chishiya’s mind are turning rapidly as the buzzing hum grows louder and the chance of your death seems larger than it mathematically is. The three boys laugh and Tatta panics and the ill people vomit, at least until Mullet has a smoking hole between his eyes.

Tatta gets up to the podium and says some obvious lie,  ‘clear’ flashing across the screen and the card collected.

You’ve calmed down at this point but your pinkie holding has escalated to holding his hand, your free hand even wrapping around his bicep. Chishiya only holds on tight so his heart will calm back down and he can regain control. He tells himself over and over that you’re okay, but the level of stress is the exact same as when he got the call of you in a car crash. Tatta has the tact of wonder-bread and the timing of gold. 

“Are you two married…?” He asks on the ride back, filling the stark silence now that one new guy is gone and his two friends will return to Beach much less eager to play. Both of you nod at the same time, fingers staying laced together even as you walk into Beach and past Kuina. She does a quadruple take and almost tackles Tatta, knowing that getting information from either of you would be like pulling teeth. As you pad up the steps to your room, neither of you miss the muffled screech of “Married?!” and the following thump of someone fainting. 

You shower together and fall asleep together, wrapped up in the other with hands pressed on pulse points and lips imprinting promises into the skin.

Sunlight streams in through the curtains and your eyes blink blearily, meeting Chishiyas focused ones where you lay curled up side by side. He looks borderline angelic, easily worth the devotion, in the morning light. Your eyes trail over the familiar lips of his face and curves of his torso, stopping where your arm is curled around that unfairly slim waist. You know you have bedhead and probably look as tired as you feel, but with the way his eyes stare so reverently, you could be convinced that you’re an angel worthy of devotion too. 

If a chair is kept under the door handle and a married pair stays in their room all day, that’s no one's business but your own. If vows are renewed after facing death, those promises will stay yours. If Kuina and Tatta spend that day gossiping with just about everyone…well that is everyone's business. Ann can only listen in mild amusement because she’s known - it was obvious when the only time she’s seen Chishiya truly smile was at you.

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a/n: hi I'm alive and while I'm not really in the aib fandom anymore, I saw a picture of chishiya and immediately went back to being down bad! so! here you go!

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

i cant stop thinking about how fucking illegal bluelock is...

as has already been pointed out, these kids are NOT getting fed properly

also the whole 'score more goals and you'll get better food' thing like, has to be against the geneva conventions or something

directly tying sufficient nutrition to physical labour performance CANNOT be legal

also you're telling me none of these kids have dietary restrictions? like oh you're celiac and can't eat miso soup or gyoza? have fun surviving solely off of white rice ig

why does the bluelock building have no windows. do these kids get sunlight and fresh air any time other than when they're playing football?? are they all just super vitamin D deficient???

is the grass on the football pitches in bluelock even real? or is it all artificial?? im pretty sure not being around any kind of nature/plantlife for months at a time is bad for your mental health

(it probably explains why everyone in bluelock is so rabid, when's the last time any of them saw a tree?)

also the lack of windows is a fire hazard, does the building even have fire escapes? smoke detectors? emergency exits?

none of these kids fucking consented to being a livestreamed reality TV show/sports documentary

do they get royalties from BLTV? its obviously making money but somehow i doubt that ego is giving all the bluelockers a cut of the profits

also; i forget which volume its from but theres an extra with the top 5 most popular BLTV clips, one of which is kaiser confronting/issuing his declaration of war to isagi in the BM locker room

this suggests that theres cameras and mics in the locker rooms in bluelock, the locker rooms where people change clothes, the locker rooms where TEENAGERS change their clothes

idk the exact intricacies of sports academy type situations but japan has child labour laws and im pretty sure that making kids work out so much every day theyre regularly throwing up or can barely stand goes against said labour laws

also like; safe guarding, and duty of care, and child protection laws, probably

schooling is only compulsory up to the end of middle school in japan so technically none of the bluelockers have a legal requirement to be recieving an education

BUT; doesnt bluelock essentially make them high school drop outs?? its not as if they can miss months of class and then still graduate on time

what happened to all the kids who got locked off?? are they just repeating a year or did ego crush their regular career prospects along with their footballing ones?

do the NEL coaches (minus loki i suppose) have the correct legal permissions to be coaching minors?

typically, adults need qualifications and background checks to be in a position of authority (like coaching) over children or teenagers, so like do we think the NEL coaches have that orrrrr... ?

also like how the fuck does all that work with Loki, who's only 17?

the way pre-NEL, ego was constantly popping up to chime in on conversations suggests that he was visually and auditorally monitoring these kids 24/7, including in the communal bedrooms

if thats not technically ilegal then its at least DEEPLY FUCKING CREEPY

whatever the fuck is going on with kunigami and the wildcard HAS to be some kind of illegal, like i think we're actually bordering on human experimentation and/or psychological torture at this point

the NEL is like multiple weeks long right? what fucking VISAs are all the non-japanese players on?? a solid chunck of them are probably under 18 too right?? this is a paperwork nightmare

does the NEL bidding system constitute as gambling under japanese and/or international law? what laws are there when it comes to betting on u-18 athletes/athletic leagues? is this extortion? i feel like this may be extortion

this is such a minor detail but that one colour spread of ubers doing barou's hair shows aiku holding scissors and like im pretty sure sharps being accessible to minors (not aiku obvi, but most of the other bllkers) with no adult supervision is a safeguarding issue

there's fucking tasers in their suits, tasers that they didnt know about

im like 99% sure even manufacturing those clothes is illegal, let alone having people, especially minors, wear them

also, again, isnt that a massive safeguarding issue? what was ego gonna do if he sent shidou into cardiac arrest?

so i know they all 'consented' to participate in the bluelock project and live at the facility (if you can call impulsively running through a door 'consent') but that wasnt with the knowledge that they'd basically never get to leave unless they flunked out

so like, does this count as unlawful imprisonment? there was something about parents consenting too so maybe not, but it still feels iffy, especially considering most of them didnt get their phones, their ONLY means of communication with the outside world, back until after the u20 match

which is, again, a safeguarding issue; denying anyone (but esp kids) communication with the outside world for weeks at a time is cult shit, if it's not specifically illegal in japan it's still, in the very least, immoral

speaking of the u20 match, did the bluelock XII get paid for that or what? it counted as a professional football match right? i feel like they should be getting paid for it

same goes for the NEL actually too, like even forgetting about the BLTV aspect, the bluelockers are playing in a professional football league on the u20 squads of professional football clubs, they should be making fucking wages from this

i know theyre getting bid on but theyre not actually GETTING that money rn so are they just doing all this work for these clubs for free currently?

do the tracksuits have the taser function too or is it only the athletic body suits? what if team Z had decided to jump kuon in the communal bedroom after lights out? does ego have any way to stop these kids from beating each other to death when theyre not on the pitch??

like, are there any staff at bluelock other than ego, anri, the canonically-mentioned-but-never-seen-medics, and what i assume must be a decently sized team of catering and cleaning staff??

also; no way was putting shidou in a fucking straightjacket and muzzle legal

like, even the cops in japan are only allowed to handcuff people or hold them in restraint positions, let alone ego and anri having someone forcibly cosplay hannibal lecter, shidou should sue

honestly i think the whole 'throw away your self preservation and dedicate your every breathing moment to football' ideology probably counts as emotional abuse and/or brainwashing

in chapter 204 after he collapsed at the end of the BM vs MC match, isagi wakes up in a bed in noel noa's office

he'd been changed out of his clothes whilst unconcious and then, rather than kept in the infirmary or sent back to his own room, was left alone with an adult in a room with (im pretty sure) no cameras or other people for literal hours???

not that im saying noel noa would do anything creepy, but just that conceptually that whole situation is an absolute legal nightmare on so many levels

do you think the non-bluelock NEL players get to leave the building orrrrrrrr..?

im fully aware that half of these thing are explainable by suspension of disbelief and also that kaneshiro and nomura werent thinking about this stuff when they wrote it, but please consider the following; i love being a hater <3

[anexperimentallife]

Quick info on relocating from the US to the Philippines (yes, even if you're poor)

Source of my info: I've lived here in the Philippines for about seven years now, my (also from the US) wife has been here almost as long, and we had our daughter here. This is for people who have a location-independent source of income like SSDI (NOT SSI), remote job, etc.

I keep starting to type up a guide to moving to the Philippines from the US, but there's so much to cover I keep getting stuck! It's coming, though. As for why the Philippines, I did a lot of research before leaving the US, and it's the absolute easiest, least expensive, friendliest, and lowest-hassle English-speaking country to move to. You can stay on a tourist visa for three years at a time by extending every two months. At the end of three years, you buy a budget round trip ticket (for under 100 bucks) to Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, or whatever, walk around the airport, and hop on the place back.

Note: For convenience, I'm using US Dollars when discussing the prices you can expect to pay for things here, but only Philippines Pesos are accepted in the Philippines. Your US ATM card will get you pesos from the ATM, and with your US credit cards, you will generally get a choice between dollars and pesos.

The short version of what I recommend, without always explaining why you need these things:

A throw-away ongoing ticket leaving the Philippines within 29 days of your arrival. You may not be able to board the plane here without one. This is a MUST. There is a very slim chance that they MAY not ask to see proof of an ongoing ticket, but if they do, and you don't have it, you won't be allowed to board.

A location-independent source of income for at least 600 USD a month--That's enough to live like a local, without Western conveniences. No one will ask for proof of income, but you have to eat! 1K or more will have you living pretty well, and on 2K you can live like royalty. You can receive SSDI here and social security retirement, but NOT SSI.

Two bank accounts with ATM cards, and two credit cards through different banks. Mastercard and Visa are your best bets, as not everyplace takes Discover or AmEx yet. (MOST places do, but just to be safe.)

Some banks sound better than they are. Schwab bank advertises that they reimburse overseas ATM charges, and they do, BUT they may drop you if you're out of the US for more than a couple of years (like they did us and several others we've spoken to). We have an Aspiration account (and yes, that's an affiliate link, but you can just look them up if you want, too), and like them.

TELL YOUR BANKS YOU'RE COMING HERE! Otherwise you risk having your ATM/credit cards deactivated for "suspicious activity."

A few weeks before departure, you'll want to buy some Philippines Pesos. Your local bank probably won't have them, but they can order them. I recommend having at least 10,000 PHP on hand (about 180 USD), in a mix of 1K bills, 500s, and 100s. You're allowed to bring up to 50,000 pesos with you, but any more than that and you have to declare it.

Bring your medications. Get your doctor to write a scrip that ups your dose so you can bring at least a 90-day supply that looks on paper like a 30-day supply. Put multiple desiccant packs in your prescription bottles, or the humidity here will turn your meds into a single big lump. You will want the original bottle with the printed prescription label, and maybe a photocopy of the actual prescription. (There's a reason they do original packaging, and not pill bottles here.) I've never had my luggage searched or even had them LOOK at my medications, but who knows what the future holds?

Some meds may not be available in the Philippines, or may be harder to get. (I had to switch from vicodin to tramadol because vicodin is simply not available here.)

Lodgings: Look, I hate AirBNB as a business, too, but you need a place to stay while you look for permanent digs, so book one well in advance. You can get a month's stay for 300-500 bucks even in the big cities if you shop around. In the Manila area, I liked the places I stayed at in Blue Residences and Grass Residences. I only include this info because my AuDHD ass stressed so much over where to stay, and I figure I can save you that same stress if you're worried.

Some advantage of staying in AirBnBs for a month or three are that a) you're not in an immediate rush to find an apartment and get household stuff, b) it gives you time to make some local connections before committing to a long-term lease, and b) if you're staying at a unit in a condo building, you can get to know the staff, which can be a HUGE help in getting settled.

Once you're here, you can find decent permanent lodgings for under 200 a month if you shop around. Blue Residences, last time I checked, had studio condos for about 180 USD a month last time I checked. (No, I don't get anything for recommending them--Just trying to give the best info I can.)

These are the bare basics of getting here.

A few general tidbits, in no specific order:

As for vaccinations, get them here, where they're cheaper.

We like living in Baguio. It's an artsy little university city of about 400,000 people, up in the mountains, about a four hour bus ride North of Manila, and it stays cool enough up here that we don't really need air conditioning--which is the biggest utility expense you'll have in lowlands cities like Manila. We know people who rent temporary housing to tourists and students, so let me know if you need a referral. We only stayed in the Manila area for about six months, with occasional trips down there to take care of things at the US Embassy, but we can give SOME guidance on that area.

Which reminds me: If being near the embassy is a concern, you may want to stay in the Manila area. The new regime in the US is changing social security rules so that to do something as simple as changing your direct deposit requires an in-person appointment, and who knows what else they're going to change?

In Baguio, we get fresh produce from the wet market delivered to our door for a third or less of what it would cost at local supermarkets.

The humidity is intense in the Philippines. 80 degrees in Quezon City feels hotter than 110 in Kansas.

Most places here, when they say unfurnished, they mean COMPLETELY unfurnished. No fridge, no stove, no anything; just bare rooms. Most locals cook on a mini gas range with a propane tank, and a counter-top oven. This is part of why I say you'll want a couple of credit cards. You can get set up with the above for a couple of hundred dollars, but still, if you're moving partly out of financial stress, you'll want to pay these things off gradually.

ASK if a place has a shower heater. Many do not. If not, you can get one at the local hardware store and hire an installer for as little as a couple hundred dollars total. (You can use a card at the hardware store, but the installer will want cash.)

You'll have filtered drinking water delivered in five gallon jugs, for around 50 cents per jug; even the locals don't drink the tap water. One jug will last you about a week unless you drink LOTS of water. (We go through three jugs a week in a household with three adults and one toddler, but as an autistic man, I drink more sparkling water than regular water, or we'd probably go through four a week.) You'll want a cheap little pump you can get at the hardware store, or you can order an electric one online (or lift the jug and pour). If you want to be fancy you can get a water-cooler-type thing.

Food is SO inexpensive if you go to the wet market or have them deliver to you. We spend about 400 dollars a month on groceries--including snacks, etc.--for all four of us. Going out to eat can cost less than two dollars if you shop around like a local. Public transport is ubiquitous and costs pennies to use, while taxis can start as low as 75 cents (here in Baguio, anyway).

Get the Grab app. It will be your friend.

A doctor's visit will cost maybe twelve bucks even for a specialist, but be prepared to wait. When they say, "Come in at 10 am," what they mean is, "my clinic hours start at 10am, so you can come put your name on the list at that time, and if you're lucky you won't have too many people ahead of you."

This is by no means comprehensive, but I'm tired, and my daughter needs attention, so bye for now!

[globalnewscollective]

Jailed for Being a Tourist: How the U.S. Is Becoming a Nightmare Destination

What’s at Stake?

Traveling to the United States is supposed to be an exciting experience, but for some tourists, it’s turning into a nightmare. Recently, a group of German travelers found themselves in a terrifying situation: instead of enjoying their trip, they were thrown into solitary confinement, treated like criminals, and subjected to inhumane conditions—all because of an alleged visa issue.

According to reports, the tourists were detained by U.S. authorities, placed in a high-security prison, and locked up in solitary cells. They described the experience as "like something out of a horror film." Their crime? Entering the country with the wrong type of visa—an issue that could have been resolved with a fine or a warning in most other democratic nations. Instead, they were subjected to a level of punishment that would make any traveler think twice before visiting the U.S.

And this isn’t an isolated incident. Another recent case involves Becky Burke, a 28-year-old British woman who found herself in U.S. immigration detention after attempting to re-enter the country from Canada. When her visa was deemed invalid, she was immediately arrested, placed in deportation custody, and subjected to harsh conditions. Her father, Paul Burke, expressed his disbelief: “I don’t understand why they have to imprison my daughter and put her in an orange jumpsuit while checking her papers.”

Becky’s ordeal only worsened. Forced to share a cell, she survived on cold rice, potatoes, and beans while being denied basic comforts. Her only communication with the outside world was through restricted phone access and monitored conversations through a glass barrier. Her possessions were confiscated, and despite filing for voluntary departure, her fate remained in legal limbo. “She feels isolated and just wants to come home,” her father reported.

Why This Should Terrify You

The treatment of these German and British tourists isn’t just an unfortunate mistake—it’s a reflection of how dangerously aggressive U.S. border enforcement has become. If a simple visa issue can land someone in solitary confinement or deportation custody, what does that say about the state of travelers’ rights in the U.S.?

Here’s why this should alarm you:

Tourists are being treated like criminals. These were not drug smugglers or human traffickers—just visitors who may have misunderstood visa regulations. Yet, they were handcuffed, imprisoned, and treated as if they were dangerous felons.

Solitary confinement is psychological torture. Imagine being locked in a small, windowless cell, alone for hours, deprived of normal human contact. This form of detention is considered inhumane even for convicted criminals—yet it’s being used on tourists.

Mistakes can cost you your freedom. Visa errors are common, especially with the confusing U.S. immigration system. If this can happen to German and British travelers, it can happen to anyone.

There is no guarantee of fair treatment. These tourists were given no real opportunity to explain themselves or seek assistance before being locked up. Their stories only came to light because they spoke out after their release—how many others have suffered in silence?

Why This Matters to You

If you’re planning to visit the U.S., you need to be aware that even minor travel document mistakes can have devastating consequences. Tourists from Europe, Canada, and other allied nations are not immune to the harsh treatment that many assume is reserved for undocumented immigrants.

For young travelers, the risks are even more concerning:

Do you know your rights? U.S. authorities are under no obligation to be lenient with tourists, and you could be detained before you even have the chance to contact help.

Can you handle being imprisoned abroad? If you end up in a U.S. detention facility, you may be completely alone, with no clear timeline for release.

Do you trust the system to protect you? This case shows that travelers can be punished harshly, even when no crime was committed.

The Bigger Picture

The U.S. has long promoted itself as a top travel destination, but these incidents reveal a darker reality: its increasingly authoritarian approach to law enforcement extends beyond its own citizens and now threatens innocent tourists. If friendly visitors from Germany and the UK can be treated this way, what does that mean for the future of global travel?

This also raises important questions about human rights:

Why is solitary confinement being used on people who have committed no violent crimes?

Should border authorities have unchecked power to imprison tourists over minor paperwork issues?

Will more travelers begin avoiding the U.S. altogether out of fear for their safety?

What Can You Do?

Be Extremely Careful with Travel Documents – Double-check visa requirements before you travel. The U.S. does not take mistakes lightly.

Know Your Rights – Learn what to do if detained at the border. Demand access to your embassy.

Warn Others – Share these stories so that fellow travelers understand the risks.

Pressure Governments to Act – European nations should demand better treatment for their citizens abroad.

Consider Whether It’s Worth the Risk – With so many other travel destinations available, is a trip to the U.S. worth the possibility of being imprisoned over a paperwork mistake?

The United States is making one thing clear: visitors are not welcome unless they navigate its strict and unforgiving system perfectly. One mistake, and you could find yourself behind bars. The question is—do you really want to take that risk?

[allgoldenelite]

Ibushi as a guest on Aoki Shinya's channel translation/summary

Another day, another YouTube video with the Golden Star. Like the Nagata one, this is a written summary of the two videos he appeared in recently on Aoki's channel. The videos bring across a carefree mood and there's lots of laughing from all parties involved, which was nice to see.

Consider checking out the videos here and here and leave a like.

Part 1

(Some parts may be trunctuated or moved around in the chronology in the interest of readability)

The videos were filmed on 4/1. Ibushi says he is in the middle of getting his visa, and when he has it he will wrestle in AEW in May if everything goes well. Aoki is like "Oh really?" and from there it goes into talks about how Ibushi, after quitting New Japan, has done all these unexpected things, so the implication is it's difficult to determine what he's doing next. But he says he has his proper reasons for everything he's done so far.

Aoki mentions Ibushi appearing in GLEAT and DDT as examples, and Ibushi says something that's all censored (I assume this is about the DDT drama). Aoki is like "We can't air that" and Ibushi is like "I don't know what goes and what doesn't go. I'm a pro wrestler, I don't know what goes or not." Aoki mentions that lately, whenever wrestlers say something that they probably didn't put that much thought into, the people listening to that (fans etc) read too much into it. Ibushi says he's the straightforward/blunt type who mostly says what he thinks/feels at that moment.

Aoki says compared when he met him at GLEAT, Ibushi seems to be in really good form, and Ibushi says he feels very good. They talk about his prior addiction to a type of takoyaki dish that helped bring him up to 106 kg (the other factor being his ankles being in bad shape), and he says he even ate it so much he got sick at one point cause it was all he was eating. Imanari (behind the camera) mentions Ibushi isn't picky when it comes to food, and Ibushi goes on to explain that whenever he finds something tasty he just eats that ad nauseum. Eventually he stopped because he was like, "If I don't, my life is over" (Imanari laughs loudly at that). Jokes around that he was suffering "from the side effects of the tako dish" when him and Aoki met at GLEAT, so he wasn't really himself. But he did feel really out of shape, short of breath and like he wanted to lie down after every move (mind you, he also had a fever at the time).

(I'm leaving out some stuff about the IPWRI and the various people associated with it here, it's mostly things people would already know about from other videos and appearances)

They talk about how other people will say Ibushi is beat up as hell and weird in the head because of (all the crazy bumps he's taken), but he personally doesn't feel like he's beat up at all. "I'm completely fine" (cue laughter from Imanari and Aoki). Aoki: "You're not punch drunk*?" Ibushi: "I don't think so. Do you think I am?" Imanari: "I think so." Ibushi: "No, I'm not, not all!" (laughter from Imanari and Aoki).

Aoki mentions that he's not sure where the performance of being punch drunk ends and where the real "punch drunkenness" begins, and asks if Ibushi ever forgets stuff. Ibushi says he does, but he thinks it's from ADHD, and that he has "some developmental disorder-ish things going on". I'm not sure how much of this is tongue-in-cheek because of the reactions of Aoki and Imanari and the general joking around atmosphere of the whole video. Take it with a huge grain of salt (this goes to the content scrapers who like to go through my work and reprint it verbatim).

They next talk about how they first met, which was in 2016 at a IGF show. Aoki asks what a match or promotion or whatever is that really made an impression on Ibushi, and he mentions FU★CK, which is a super tiny indie where fans could tell the wrestlers what moves to do (there would only be about 15 fans present).

After some talk about Sawada vs Fujita, Ibushi mentions how he kind of went wild after matches in the locker rooms in Japan America, like when he was at GCW (like play-wrestling around in the locker rooms so much that the other guy was like "Okay, hold on a sec").

Ibushi meant to say this as soon as he met up with Aoki, but he congratulates him for winning at ONE 172 (a combat sports event), and they talk a bit about how when you're older, the exhaustion/wear and tear just never goes away (they're about the same age). Aoki says that goes for both wrestling and MMA, but after a hard match you just continue feeling it for weeks, and Ibushi agrees, that you keep feeling the sore muscles and such from when you take bumps. Ibushi wonders how Takagi Shingo is still so spry, then. Says he never stops talking, not even in the locker room (after a match). From his experience, Takagi's so lively that even younger wrestlers will be like, "Little less, please" (again, the atmosphere is jovial, so how much of this is earnest or not, who knows).

They talk about how when wrestlers or MMA fighters put normal people in moves, they get flamed online from time to time, and how Aoki thinks that in the wrestling business it seems really easy to get caught in a shitstorm, which he also attributes to the current idol culture trend. Imanari mentions that Ibushi once did a senton on a really young girl and she ended up breaking a rib from it. At first it sounds like it's something that happened a long time ago, but then he says he was 38 at the time, so fairly recently. Even Imanari thought it was something that happened in Ibushi's 20s. Cue laughter from everyone.

*aka CTE

Part 2

At the beginning of the second video, they talk about how Ibushi has never injured somebody else in a match. When it's him getting injured, he says that for the most part, he has a vague feeling before the match that something's out of place, like he can't visualize this move or that, and that's where the anxiety comes from and eventually the injury if things go badly.

They talk about how scary injuries are and that Ibushi (understandably) doesn't want to get injured anymore. He says there's not a place in his body anymore that wasn't at some point injured. Aoki mentions how crazy his matches in DDT and elsewhere were in the past, like the kind of moves he did such as the high-flying and the Phoenix Plex and such. Ibushi says he thinks he's only done the Phoenix Plex about 4 times (stopped doing it because it's too crazy).

The scariest match for Ibushi was vs Kenny at Budokan in 2012. He did the infamous balcony moonsault because he was told that he shouldn't, but he overthought it to where he thought he almost had to do it. He knew he shouldn't do it but Takagi had said that DDT wouldn't ever be able to come back to Budokan anyway, so he was like, "Might as well do it, it's the end anyway." But it was really incredibly high up. Aoki mentions the recklessness of wrestlers, and Ibushi says that for him at the time, he wanted to leave behind a legacy, so that motivated some of what he did. "It's ego."

Aoki says that to him, it seems like the kind of crazy wrestling Ibushi and co did for 10, 20 years inspired lots of people all around the world and then it kept getting too extreme. As he's mentioned in other places before, Ibushi says that after Budokan he sealed that dangerous style away. He felt like him and others had brought back the (dangerous) wrestling from the 90s and that it couldn't keep going like this so he stopped, but that Kenny kept doing it (I assume he means also in NJPW). Ibushi switched away from the Phoenix Splash to the Kamigoe as his main finisher, and through individual spots here or there kept up the illusion of being the crazy high-flyer from back in the day, but he had actually scaled it down dramatically.

They continue talking about the lasting influence of that old style, with Aoki mentioning that even nowadays people still wrestle like that, and that maybe people like Ibushi should say once more that it's really no good. Ibushi agrees and goes on to explain that he did show people in his matches that his style had changed, but the past is too strong of a presence in peoples' minds. They want that style from him. People say he's changed or washed and they don't understand him in the way that he thinks is good. Aoki says people say Ibushi is done, and Ibushi says "Yeah, they say I can't go anymore, I'm done. [...] But I've never really been swayed by other people." Aoki: "Even if people say you're done, as a creator, as a wrestler, you've still no doubt raised the quality, like, the degree of perfection of what you create, the matches and such. You can say that you have confidence in that yourself, right?" Ibushi: "Yes, I can. I'm confident that I can [still] win the Best Bout."

Aoki strongly relates and says that he's also been told his performance has fallen off and such, but in total he still has absolute confidence in what he creates. Ibushi: "I feel like now I'm wrestling by making full use of all the emotions [i.e. the story]."

Next, they talk about the news surrounding Ibushi's various injuries. Aoki mentions the ankle one from when he wrestled at NOAH, and how he thought that was cleverly crafted. He doubted for a while whether Ibushi had even really gotten the surgery for his ankle and just kayfabed it to stay in the news (needless to say, he did get surgery, but they're also lightly joking around here, so don't take Aoki's "accusations" too seriously). They agree being in the news is an advantage, and Ibushi says after that (NOAH show) he got the surgery and he started getting better and now the quality of his wrestling is higher, so it turned out for the better.

Ibushi says that people say they don't know what's real and what's fake (in regards to his character and wrestling and his real self and all that), but that he doesn't know either. He doesn't know where exactly the real Ibushi ends and the character begins, so it's more like he doesn't put on a performance in either role. Aoki can relate because the two also get mixed together for him. "You tend to think about what could be fun/interesting [for the fans] first and foremost."

Next, they talk a bit about AEW. Aoki: "Do you know yet who you're gonna wrestle in AEW?" Ibushi: "No. Depends on what Kenny is doing then. That'll be where I come in. But, it's crazy I'm not watching AEW. It's my where I work, you know? And yet I don't watch it." Imanari mentions that Ibushi doesn't really watch pro wrestling in general, though, and that he mostly watches MMA. Aoki asks what he finds so fascinating about MMA, and Ibushi says he finds everything interesting, the matches, what happens outside the matches, the commentary, etc. He loves it all.

They keep talking about MMA here which I will spare you from. It's not terribly interesting in the first place aside for combat sports freaks. Ibushi also talks once more about how the IPWRI is more like a loose group that anyone can join once he gives them the OK, rather than a concrete group or place or promotion, but he has already talked about that elsewhere so you're not missing much here either.

But yes, technically Imanari is "signed" to two promotions since he's part of the IPWRI (he is signed to Ganbare). Which brings Ibushi to talk about his experience with his double contract with DDT and NJPW. He thinks that being signed to more than one promotion will always end badly. It's what broke him apart back then.

It seems he went missing once (with the connotation that overworking himself for the two promotions caused him to flee). Most of it is censored and they "fast-forward" through them talking about 99% of it, but he ended up somewhere where he hadn't planned to go, and he doesn't remember most of it either. So then he became a freelancer and 3 days after the news broke he was contacted by WWE, he did his stint there in 2016 and then came back to NJPW (as Tiger Mask W for a time), eventually signing with them because his goal was to become IWGP Heavyweight champ. Once he got that, he broke down. And now he's signed with AEW.

They talk more about karma and how Ibushi, even though he enjoys his life and thinks it's fun, feels like he always breaks down if he gets away from wrestling. Imanari mentions that other people are sometimes incredulous why he has attached himself to a guy like Ibushi, but Imanari doesn't see it that way at all. Ibushi continues saying that it's weird how he wanted to quit everything and retire at one point, but somehow wrestling doesn't let him. Aoki can relate. He says whether it's MMA or pro wrestling, somehow you can never get away from it. Ibushi tells Aoki that he doesn't want him to quit. He also says that he takes wrestling seriously when he does it, but it's not something he (pursues) to the degree of a personal hobby anymore (like he did when he was younger).

Lastly, they talk about Aoki going to Bloodsport and he asks for tips for wrestling in the States, and Ibushi compliments Aoki on his style and thinks he'll be well received by the fans over there. They talk some more about MMA and GLEAT (they both like the latter a lot), and say both they want the other to keep going wild in wrestling/MMA, and then the video ends.

(As a sidenote, it seems the two videos were very well received by Aoki's subscribers, who were greatly amused by what he talked about and how he talked about it, and that Ibushi made himself some new fans)

[mariacallous]

On an isolated farm at the outer reaches of a fascist empire, a mid-level government toady interrogates his victims. Under the guise of conducting a government census, he’s sniffing out undocumented immigrants. When he finds one, he pounces, cornering a young migrant worker and attempting to coerce her into sleeping with him. When she refuses, he gets violent.

It’s a scene that feels familiar in America today, where ICE agents are rounding up immigrants (and sometimes even citizens) with disturbing impunity. But in this case, the farm isn’t in the US or even on Earth. Instead, it’s a scene from the second and final season of Andor, the critically acclaimed Star Wars show that chronicles the rise of the Rebel Alliance under the creeping shadow of the Galactic Empire.

If watching the new season of Andor makes you think of America’s current lurch toward fascism, that’s likely not a coincidence. In fact, it’s arguably the point of Star Wars in the first place. Throughout the franchise’s 47-year history, the Empire has served as a stand-in for everything from the United States during the Vietnam War to ancient Rome in the age of Julius Caesar. But while the Empire may be infinitely adaptable as a metaphor for fascism, Andor notably seems to represent the first time since Disney purchased Lucasfilm for $4 billion that this metaphor is being pointed back at the US.

“The Empire is both incredibly stable and incredibly flexible as an entity to hang metaphors on,” says Chris Kempshall, a historian and the author of The History and Politics of Star Wars. “We, the audience, understand that the Empire is evil, so that doesn’t need to be explained to us. But the details of the Empire have changed a lot over time to adapt to these changes in real-world politics.”

Until now, the Disney era of Star Wars has been defined by toothless politics; in Episode VII—The Force Awakens, the bad guys dress and act like generic Nazis, a cartoonish shortcut that establishes them as evil without attempting to say anything deeper about modern imperialism. In general, the sequel trilogy is too busy wrestling with the meaning of Star Wars itself to say anything potent about American politics, and when Disney’s Lucasfilm does take more ambitious narrative swings, like with The Acolyte, it has failed to escape the gravity of corporate demands and a small, loud, toxic fandom determined to drag the franchise to the right both politically and culturally.

That’s why Andor feels like such a rare victory for Star Wars. Not only is it the best thing to come out of the franchise in years (as many critics have argued), but it’s Lucasfilm’s most blatant attempt to get back to the type of biting political commentary that defined its pre-Disney era. Andor’s first season may have laid the groundwork with careful character development and world-building, but Season 2 makes good on that promise to deliver something painfully relevant at a time when many Americans are reckoning with the fact that the democracy we once thought was inextinguishable is seemingly crumbling right in front of us.

In the first three episodes of Andor Season 2, which started streaming on Disney+ on April 22, one of the show’s many interlocking plotlines takes us to Mina-Rau, an agricultural planet on the outer rim of the Star Wars galaxy, where a group of rebel soldiers are posing as freelance mechanics. The group includes Bix (Adria Arjona), a wanted fugitive hiding out on Mina-Rau without the necessary paperwork. So when a cadre of Imperial soldiers arrives to carry out an unannounced “supply census,” Bix is worried.

“If they’re checking visas, it’s a problem,” she says.

“Look, they need the grain,” a local farmer replies. “They know we need help, and they know everyone isn’t legal. How hard they look, what they do—it’s been 10 years since the last audit, nobody’s happy.”

In the very next episode, he’ll betray the rebels to the Empire, a reminder of just how difficult it can be to do the right thing in the face of authoritarian power.

For Kempshall, Andor’s greatest innovation is the way it exposes the “grassroots elements of fascism.” We all know that Palaptine is evil, but as the series makes clear, it’s the ordinary people just doing their jobs—filing paperwork and enforcing security—who make that evil possible in the first place.

“These are the ones who’ll kick your door in at 3 am or enforce changing laws,” he says. “They’re the real face of the Empire. And it looks normal and banal and boring and therefore terrifying. It’s the reality of increasing oppression.”

Star Wars’ tradition of highlighting American imperialism dates back to its earliest days.

Before he created Star Wars, Lucas was supposed to direct Apocalypse Now for his friend, Oscar-winning director Francis Ford Coppola. But after the film fell into development hell and he dropped out, Lucas took that Vietnam War setting and transported it into space, turning the Viet Cong into the Rebel Alliance, a ragtag army of freedom fighters engaged in guerrilla warfare against a heavily armed, genocidal empire.

And that’s just what made it into the final version of the film.

“In the earliest drafts for what would become Star Wars, Lucas was pretty explicit about how the Empire was meant to portray an America which had fallen into fascism,” Kempshall says.

When Lucas returned to the Star Wars galaxy after a 16-year break to helm the prequel trilogy, he had a different metaphor in mind. Released in 1999, a full year before George W. Bush became president, Star Wars: Episode I—The Phantom Menace is an allegory for how democracies collapse into dictatorship and willingly cede power to a strongman, with parallels to everyone from Julius Caesar to Napoleon Bonaparte. (Lucas’ then-yawn-inducing obsession with trade tariffs may have inadvertently also predicted our current economic crisis.)

But by the time the prequels came to an end with Revenge of the Sith (2005), Lucas had turned his attention to President Bush. Near the end of the movie, a corrupted Anakin Skywalker turns to his old friend Obi-Wan Kenobi and shouts, “If you’re not with me, you’re my enemy,” an unsubtle reference to the Iraq War that instantly drew comparisons to Bush’s post-9/11 threat: “Either you are with us or you are with the terrorists.”

After the poorly reviewed sequels, Lucas stepped back from Star Wars for another few decades before ultimately selling the franchise to Disney. The company’s much-hyped relaunch picked up the Skywalker Saga, 30 years after Return of the Jedi (1983). In 2015’s The Force Awakens, the remnants of the Empire have reformed into the First Order, which takes on distinctly Nazi attributes with its billowing red flags and angry, shouting leaders.

For Kempshall, the reason for this shift toward a more generic Nazi metaphor has less to do with politics and more to do with the modern cultural zeitgeist.

“Vietnam isn’t a major pop culture touchstone anymore,” he says. “So the Empire likely needed to evolve to transmit a level of evil.”

That was certainly true in 2015, a year before Donald Trump became president, but a decade later, the zeitgeist has changed again. Like it did in the 1970s under Richard Nixon or the early 2000s under Bush, America is lurching toward fascism. And, in a surprising return to form, Star Wars is here to reflect that political reality back at us.

[missisjoker]

@randomingoftherandomness I had another brain blurb.

This one sprouted from an unanswered question of how the hell did wood!LL know ZYZ and ZYC were getting their asses whooped before he chose to show up?

What if he gave ZYZ a hickey, a part of his primordial soul, or some other supernatural "tag" that created a rudimentary telepathic system between the two? Li Lun is a tree, and all trees can communicate with other trees/ plants/ mushrooms via chemical signals. So, what if this is a similar system? But, because ZYZ is a monkey, the system is not fully functioning, in a sense that Li Lun can track ZYZ and get a sense of the other's mood, but he can't have full-blown conversations?

So, when they fight and LL is locked away, he is furious and hurt. Then, as the days go by, he settles down and tries to "ping" ZYZ through their bond to see if the other demon wants to reconcile like they did thousands of times before. But instead of a usual irritated "hi", he gets a tsunami of shame, hate, monster, and die? Tragically, those feelings are not directed at him, it is ZYZ spiraling into a suicidal manic episode and hating himself after the events of Blood Moon, he doesn't even hear Li Lun reaching out to him, doesn't realize he just sent a wave of "I hate yo ass, and I hope you die a horrible death" to his friend who is already dying, but Li Lun doesn't know that, he thinks it is directed at him. This just fuels the negative feedback loop because it hurts Li Lun even more, this suicidal / self-confining mood goes absolutely against his own will to survive and to be free and he, too, spirals into anger and lashes out. Maybe, he tries to "ping" ZYZ later, but gets the same response- and in desperation and anger cuts off the bond completely (which would explain why ZYZ says "you chose to break up").

*** AU idea below

Now, enter ZYC (no pun intended). He is, in essence, a water/air element- and water circulates freely through trees. Water also is a great conductor of chemical elements. This makes me think- what if LL somehow supernaturally hickeyed ZYC, would he be able to talk and exchange mental images with him? Maybe, to a point where Li Lun can see and feel whatever ZYC is seeing, and visa versa?

Who said symbiotic relationship? Oh, right, I did.

Of course, in the beginning, it would be very taxing on ZYC because Li Lun is still in his angry bitchy toddler mode- but if ZYC managed to shake Li Lun's world with just one alley conversation, imagine how much he can do with 3-4 conversations? Plus, LL will get a way to connect to other people's emotions- something he desperately needs to do to understand and deal with his own. And when Li Lun is out of his bitchy mode, he would be invaluable to the team.

(A hilarious plot point would also be Li Lun using the link just to mess with ZYC. Imagine others looking at ZYC's very concentrated face and thinking oh, he is having a mental fight with Li Lun again, such a brave and strong commander- while in reality he and Li Lun are sexting? Because Li Lun would absolutely pick the worst possible time to send the most lewd images in ZYC's mind just for funsies, and then laugh about it)

And the other part of the symbiotic relationship would be ZYC as water element being fully conductive of Li Lun's energy and power. Almost like Li Lun possessing ZYC with ZYC's full permission, but without actual body snatching?

Just imagine a "we are Venom" type of situation where ZYC has to fight ZYZ who's controlled by outside forces or in his Blood Moon mode, and ZYC's sword isn't there or doesn't work, and the Big Evil laughs because what could a mere human possibly do against a Great Demon? But ZYC catches ZYZ's claw as Li Lun's power surges through him... ZYC without his sword is no match for Zhu Yan, but ZYC merged with the other Great Demon? He might just have a chance.

Just food for thought.

[qonsolequeen]

I'm Retiring.

Yeah, no. No funny openings, no witty banter, not even an easy way to explain the title other than: Yea. I'm retiring... kind of. More below.

As you guys know I've been writing for the Callyieverse and Tales of Mewni for quite some time. It's almost been 7 years. Seven. Years. As Callyie once put it, I'm literally one of the founders of the Callyieverse. I ain't the creator herself but I respect to her for inspirin' me all those years back to get back into writing fanfiction and all that. Having said that:

I'm no longer going to be writing anything Callyieverse or Tales of Mewni related. I'm just burnt out of it, truth be told, this has been one of my biggest hyperfixations for a long time and even though I never finished quite a few storylines, I just can't really bring myself to continue writing for it. Burn out's real and, honey, call me Icarus bc I've been flying by the sun these last few years.

What does this mean moving forward?

Well, simply put, the following:

All my current, on-going projects are cancelled.

Most likely any commissions, art or fic, will be all you see of my characters unless someone else writes them.

This blog'll remain active since it's my main but just be aware that any fanfics ya see will be other fandom related

I won't be taking commissions any longer.

I'd also like to share with everyone how the following storylines would've gone.

Protecting the Peace

First off, holy hell there would have been so much new lore pushed into Mewni. With the Southern Vale being a completely closed off area there was going to be a lot more "return to formula" type creatures and more of the original show's feel.

Also, it would've revealed that the Goliaths weren't actually nearly as extinct as I've said they were these last few years. An enclave of Goliaths, taking one of the old cities and rebranding it "New Janek City," would have been one of the final obstacles in Visas' journey.

How would it have ended? Well...

Visas, everyone that came down to help her (Petal, Nia, Sunshine, Luci, Higgs, Pearl, Sarasim, and Hava (whose disappearance would've also been explained), and Elza would've discovered that (a) Visas and Elza were actually sisters after Haku and Eboshi had a fling together a few years before Haku met Higgs; (b) Visas was becoming more Precursor than Mewman bc of Precursor genetics and that change was being accelerated by Precursor magic; and (c) there were Gods watching over Mewni this whole time. Yeah. There would've been an explanation that they were amongst the first gods in creation but they didn't vibe with the feel of many dimensions until they reached Mewni, in its infancy, wherein they staked their claim and ruled over this new land. However, by the time Mewmans started taking over everything they'd long been forgotten to the point of being myths of myths, but the ancient Precursors kept the belief in them alive in the Vale when they established the first Magic Empire. Despite their disconnect from Mewni and Mewmanity, the Gods would not have been happy with the fact Astro was king. Not because he's a Titan (they scoffed at the idea of Gods despising Titans, seeing themselves as "above petty ideologies") but literally because Mewni was established as a Matriarchy and they imply they had a hand in tipping the scales in the Mewmans' favor (via the MHC) in exchange for Mewmans modelling themselves after the Gods.

Visas and co. return back to the Sanctuary wherein Visas declares that, by divine right, she's the Empress of the Vale and the first thing she's doing is going home, taking her sister with her, and beginning to live her life for herself for once.

Tony and Stacie Q

Now I know this'll come as a shock, but... T and Q would've ended up with a happily ever after. The next big fic I was working on was a dinner date where Tony was going to meet her parents, but, like I said, burn out's a bitch and I just never got around to finishing it.

Ashur, Nenet, the Hydra

Ash trying to overcome his greatest inner turmoil would've been... a long thing coming. He'd have a lot of insecurities to work through and even having slip ups like him getting into a fight with Lars over Nenet. Eventually, his Hydra side and him would've realized that neither could exist without the other and Ash would've fully embraced that side of him, effectively getting rid of it and finally living his life the way he wants to.

Tales of Mewni: Ragnarok

Loki and Cordelia would've ended up together... kind of? And the story would've ended with the fabled battle between the Aesir and Jotnar with Loki finding out his dead wife's soul was being made to fight for Odin. That would not have ended well for anyone involved. Loki also would demonstrate his immense magic power, to stop the fighting, by holding the weather still across all Nine Realms and even Avalon itself. All to remind everyone who exactly he is, why he's declaring the battle over, and sending the Jotnar back to their respective realms.

And... that's all.

I wanna thank quite a few people in no particular order, but first I'd like to thank @princesscallyie for taking a chance at reading The New Kids when I first brought it to her attention back in January of 2018 and for creating this next gen verse as a whole. I'd also like to thank @kururu418 for being there along my side helping me figure out ways to make things work for the Tales of Mewni side of things. @laylaylamode, I love the Stacies and the way you encouraged me even in my lowest moments with writing for the verse. @onelastfic, thank you for being such an amazing friend and confidant, as well as someone who I could always share and work on ideas with.

And to all my friends whom I talk to the most @princekaiofstars @aj-thegreatest @omnitheleader @yah-gurl-ari @des-the-girl @froppy-butterflyfan2000 @cooltmoney95, I cannot thank you guys enough for your support.

[kinnporsche]

hey guys, long time no kinn & porsche fic rec list! i miss these two so much it’s not even remotely funny. as always, this list is ordered according to length (from longest to shortest), and each fic is by a different author (to share the love)! all fics that are not yet complete have been marked with (wip). lastly, make sure to read the tags, and show the authors some love! god bless y’all for my daily allotment of serotonin.  [part 8/?]

— the empty crown by rainbowcolored7 – explicit / 117.2k words (wip)

Porsche was destined to rule his kingdom, but the throne and his family were taken from him, forcing him and his brother into hiding.

Kinn chose to rule to save his family from the untouchable threat of the Council who strictly guard the power of the Source.

When their worlds collide, everything changes. Hidden plans tumble into motion, enemies become allies and, above all, love conquers.

— you were there, written in my stars by bleakyblues – explicit / 81.5k words (wip)

Kinn is your everyday, ordinary guy. Well, as ordinary as the heir to the country’s underworld can be. But the point still stands. Kinn goes to school, helps his Pa with his work, hangs out with his friends and has a huge crush on his ‘good friend’ whom he is ‘not-dating’ (yet).

Enter Porsche Pachara Kittisawat with all the grace and stubbornness of a class five hurricane. And Kinn is lost, lost, lost... caught up in the winds never to emerge again.

— freedom is a sound/pleasure is a right ‘series by baby_droll – explicit / 31k words

Kinn stares at him, and then up at the ceiling, and then back at Porsche.

“Have you considered being professional even a day in your life,” he says, sitting back down in his desk chair and rolling away enough to get some space, “I mean really and truly, do you know what it looks like, barging into my office,” Porsche cuts him off, mouthing along to his spiel, mainly because he’s heard it before, “sitting on my desk, interrupting meetings, and acting like, Porsche, people are going to think things, things you and your shiny visa can’t afford to have them thinking. things that me and my giant internship program can’t afford for them to think—”

(Or: Kinn and Porsche meet, kiss, fall in love. Only one problem—Kinn is his PhD advisor, and there’s more than a few rules about them being together.)

— the bachelor by blue_grama – mature / 25.9k words

It’s Pete who explains, the next morning over breakfast, because of course the news has spread all over the compound. “Haven’t you ever watched a mob movie?” He asks Porsche, gesticulating with a spoon. “They have all the money they could ever need, but they can never get respectability. The old-money types look down on them. The new-money types take their bribes, but they don’t let them into the inner circle. This is public relations.”

“A kinder, gentler mob?” Porsche laughs. “Come on.”

“They’ll use it to look nonthreatening, highlight the legitimate businesses, that sort of thing,” Pete says. He lowers his voice. “Everyone knows the Theerapanyakuls are dirty, but if they’re on television, how dirty can they be, right? And… I don’t know, but Khun Korn is strange about Khun Kinn’s love life. Maybe he’s trying to keep him in line somehow.”

— i’m not a saint, but i pay like a sinner by haeseolar – explicit / 25.4k words

“I’m not sure how a lowly human like you called me, but here I am,” His voice is deep, but not gruff or harsh like he was expecting. Porsche doesn’t have many preconceptions about demons as a whole, but everything he holds is being completely turned upside down and thrown out the window.

“Who are you?” Porsche croaks out, somehow finding his voice.

The demon’s eyes sharpen as he speaks, the slitted black pupils contracting and opening again like a cat’s. It’s just as fascinating as it is unnerving.

“You’re the one that called my name,” He shrugs, gesturing around the room flippantly.

“Anakinn,” Porsche says, the name rolling off his tongue smoothly. “You’re Anakinn.”

— scale and bone by ahdriking – explicit / 25.2k words (wip)

Fairy tales aren’t real. There are no happy endings. These are the truths Kinn knows.

Ever since stepping into power, Kinn has been suspicious of the Russians—led by Mikhail Alexeyev—operating in Bangkok, suspecting them of stealing from him. He sends Kim to investigate, and the truth turns out to be much worse than his initial fears. He resolves to destroy them, even at the risk of all out war; he can do no less if he wants to avoid appearing weak.

It starts with reconnaissance at Alexeyev’s party, an event promising a ‘grand spectacle.’ Kinn is expecting something appropriately depraved, suitable for the Russian mobster and his tastes, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of what Alexeyev has been hiding. Nothing could have prepared him for the way it will change his life forever.

Because fairy tales aren’t real.

Until they are.

— moonchild (we’re born in the moonlight) by wicca – explicit / 24.1k words

“Let me walk you home, then,” Kinn offers, recalling the recent accidents and all the superstitions he’d heard about the forest ever since he was a boy. “Even if you live close by, these woods can get dangerous. You should always get home before nightfall.”

“Trust me,” Porsche smiles, teeth sharp and brown eyes glittering an almost golden hue under the late afternoon light. “I’ll be fine.”

He lets Kinn walk him home anyway.

— desire is so different when god bore you hungry ‘series by captainkit – explicit / 20.6k words

“Let’s get out of here,” whispered Kinn. His eyes were so very kind. Porsche wanted to keel over with the hunger gnawing at his bones. The kindness in his eyes made him ache a little more.

“Okay,” he whispered back.

Starvation was an old friend of Porsche’s.

— force of attraction by nuwildcat – explicit / 14.3k words

Gravity (noun): the universal force of attraction acting between all matter.

Porsche never was the best student in school. She’ll be the first to admit that hands on lessons were always the ones that best made things ‘stick’ for her.

Porsche isn’t certain she wants to know whatever lesson Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul is trying to teach her. The problem is, resisting Kinn is like trying to stop a force of nature: impossible.

— if i go too far by p1n3appl3_p3n – explicit / 13.9k words

Kinn and Porsche are friends that fuck, and it’s totally fine until it isn’t.

— red-handed by martynax – explicit / 12.3k words

“Hello, gentlemen,” Porsche finally manages to find his voice and is proud of himself that he comes off as cool and collected. He doesn’t really feel like it, but as long as no one is pointing a gun at him, he can roll with whatever. He’s good at bullshitting his way out of tough situations. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The corner of the stranger’s mouth ticks up in amusement, eyes taking in Porsche’s silhouette. It’s a slow once-over that makes Porsche’s skin tingle.

The stranger takes a slow sip of the whiskey, tipping the glass elegantly and smacks his lips after he swallows. “It’s not bad.”

“Want a refill?” Porsche proposes, waving his hand at the almost empty tumbler while he slowly starts approaching the couch. He feels awkward just standing there. The two guys in black suits tense up, but make no move to stop him. Not giving his unwelcome guest time to answer, he adds, “I’ll do you one better, I make a mean cocktail. How about I make you one?”

“Such a kind host,” the man muses, titling his head as he observes Porsche. “Do your best, little thief.”

— all of me (is all for you) by kurtstiel – explicit / 10k words

The water has saturated Porsche’s white shirt completely, soaking through the vest beneath. The translucent material clings obscenely to the swell of his pecs. His nipples are clearly visible through the sheer material, hard and pebbled, with the unmistakable shape of the metal barbells pierced either side of them.

Porsche’s head jerks up to check if he can still hide them from Kinn, but it’s already too late. Kinn is standing across the room, staring in Porsche’s direction, entire body coiled tight like a spring.

(Or: While Kinn is away on a business trip, Porsche gets his nipples pierced as a surprise for their anniversary. Kinn comes home earlier than Porsche expected.) 

— whatever else that touches you by technicallyverycowboy – explicit / 9.4k words

“No, it’s fine.” Porsche shifts to be a little less plastered against Kinn’s side, straightens his shoulders and smooths out his jacket with great dignity. “The answer to your question is yes, I have really never been with any other men.”

(Or: Porsche answers questions, asks some of his own, tries new things, and fills in the knowledge gaps of his own sexuality.)

— i’ve been waiting for you, to slip back in bed by dearsidewalk – explicit / 5.5k words

Porsche is sound asleep on their bed, the cityscape casting a soft, warm glow against his skin, dipping and arching with his silhouette. Kinn sags, hands falling to his side, but that itch hasn’t faded—that heaviness in his chest, stomach, and throat multiplies, malignant and spreading, and in a blink of an eye, he’s at Porsche’s side.

— the sweetest thing on this side of hell by butterflylungs – explicit / 3.3k words

Being vulnerable with Kinn is always a dangerous game: she never knows when it’s going to be thrown in her face. After the forest, she thought—well. But Kinn had given her to Vegas, cold and stone-faced from her perch on the couch, still attached to an IV line after taking a fucking bullet for her.

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[dozing-marshmallow]

Im so sorry for all the Chris’ nibling stuff but I absolutely love family type fics so could you please continue the thing into maybe World Tour?

Maybe Alejandro being like a big brother type thingy? You know since his big brother is kinda a bootyhole

NO DON’T APOLOGISE IT’S OKAY!! It’s a sign that you really enjoy this instalment and that makes me proud of my ability as a writer to engage yall so much. :’)

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER WORLD TOUR HEADCANONS

It’s been a year, and Total Drama was coming back with its third season: a no-holds-barred race around the world in a jet! 

It wasn’t surprising that it took a lot more conversation out of Chris to convince your parents to let you on this one- the suspicious measure of his jet’s safety, what you’d be exposed to this time around, your passport, visa, if the whole process was even legal.

In the end, they allowed it, primarily because it was Chris’ burden to bear the responsibilities and they trusted him enough to keep you safe.

This time, you didn’t need to pack; everything you’d need was at Chris’ place already.

That’s right! You started staying with him a lot more without your parents being around.

You were one year older, and so was everyone else.

Chris decided to invite two new contestants on the show. Potential friends?

“Eee! OMG! It’s Chris Junior! Hi! Hi! Hi!” One of them, the super fan Sierra wildly shakes your hand,“I always daydreamed about the day I’d get to meet my step-cousin, and now I’m finally here!”

“Step-cousin...?” you didn’t get it.

“(Y/N) your majesty, why don’t you go sit at the front with Chef while uncle Chris explains a few rules to the passengers?” Chris interrupts sweetly.

“Aww. Okay.” After you whispered to him,“Will I need to sing too?”

The plane took off, and you were flying into the sky!

“I think I can see my house from here!” You exclaim, peering out one of the holes in the wall modified as windows in the “economy” section. The wind taps your face. Canada looked like little rectangles!

“It’s a long way down! Don’t lean out too much, you don’t wanna fall!” Leshawna advised, beaming at you.

“I won’t fall! This is the Chris plane!” You declared, jumping off the bench and spinning around in circles.

The Chris plane broke out free in aggressive blue.

“Huuu...” you whimpered, cutting your dancing short,“Is that normal?... Is...this meant to happen?”

“Are you frightened?” An answer in the form of a question slid into your ears by Alejandro, the other new contestant.

“Y-Yeah...” you nod, clutching onto the window,“I’ve never been on a plane before... If this is what it’s like, I don’t think I like planes very much...”

“You don’t need to feel frightened.” A tanned arm of his surrounds you, seeming sincere, like a scared half to death boy who didn’t get this shield long ago,“I may not have much history with you, but it’s not in my morals to ignore a child in distress.”

You could see why your uncle wanted him on the show. His face was perfect, alright. And the hair on his chin really got you curious,“Can I...?”

“By all means.” He directs your hand to his goatee.

You stroke it. Soft...like silk,“My uncle told me about you. Don’t worry, I don’t snitch, but are you fake being nice to me?”

He shakes his head, his long dark hair similar to Chris’ elands with it,“I haven’t any intention to deceive you, little one.”

“You can say that, but not mean it...” you mumble, not happy with his nature, but happy enough to accept it the way it was.

“This is separate. I swear.” His fingers weren’t crossed,“I wonder, (Y/N)...you don’t happen to have siblings, do you?”

“Mm mm. My parents are busy so there’s only me.” You quiet your voice, now stroking his necklace,“If I did, I probably wouldn’t be on the show, and I’d be jealous that I’d have to share...”

“I see... It sounds like a life of luxury.”

“Ale-jandro!” your uncle appears down the hall,“Strategising already, are you?”

“What? Of course not! To use a child like this? I could never!” The Hispanic man quickly jumped to defend himself.

“Yeah yeah, the turbulence is over in case you missed it.” His odium of the sight sharpened his face, which was very new.

“What’s the problem here?” You’d like to know too. What gives, uncle?,“Please forgive me if I act in ignorance, for I did not see anything about-“

“You done? I’m uh, kinda waiting on you to get up and go.” much to your baffled expression, Chris’ impatience squished Alejandro’s right to speak, leaving him no other choice, but to bid an end to your moment together.

Nobody could look smart challenging the host. Not at the start as a newbie at least.

Understandable, though. Chris loses control over his contestants sometimes and didn’t want you to get in the middle of it.

Shortly, you arrive to Egypt, the first country, and watched the contestants take their mark to race across a pyramid. While you were so excited to visit new cultures and be in different countries, Egypt itself was unbearably dry.

“Ughhh uncle! How are you not hot?” You groan, flapping your hand in front of your face. Too hot... So hot...!

“Look what I’m wearing.” he answered, ironic since the most he wore was a nemes and loincloth- not even a shirt.

Seeing how relaxed he was nagged you to groan further,“I’m melllting!”

“Intern!” He yelled at a poor unpaid worker to rush and raise-low a palm leaf to you,“Better?”

“Ahh..” you groan, falling into the sand on your knees,“I could use some icy lemonade right now...”

This was going to be a loooooong season.

[bellezaycafe]

Get Your Shit Together - Chapter 7

genre: 2024 and onwards AU, with the 2024 starting grid.

pairing: Romantic!oc x that triangle y’all voted on. Platonic!oc x the whole grid.

warnings: swearing, mentions of physical crimes, discussions about gangs, mentions of bars and alcohol. Besties arguing. talk about the accident in chapter 4.

context: Part 1 and Masterlist…

comments: here’s the Max and Sadie content I promised. I like to reveal details slowly, as you can tell. Also, I’m writing Oscar like he’s a genius because I can see him putting the pieces together before anyone else.

Also, I'm not referring to AlphaTauri as Visa Cash App Racing Bulls or whatever their rumoured name is.

The three time World Driver Champion grumbled as his phone buzzed. He was tired of people texting him. He wanted one day of peace.

Lando: you should have told me

Max: Told you what?

Lando: why sadie disappeared

Max froze and knew his peaceful day was gone. Either Lewis had spilled, which was unlikely, or Lando had found the Australian girl.

Max: Who told you?

Lando: she did

Lando: you should have told me

“Goddamn it, Lando,” he muttered and pulled himself off of his couch.

Max: I take it you found her

Lando: by accident

Lando: but yeah we found her

Max sighed and tapped the call icon. This would go so much faster if he wasn’t wasting time typing.

Lando picked up in two rings.

“Witness fucking protection, Max,” he greeted.

“Is she with you now?” It was the first thing on Max’s mind.

“No.“

He couldn’t see Lando’s face but Max could hear him pacing.

“Lando-“

“Witness protection, Max. Gangs! Attempted assault!” The boy was raging.

But Max picked up the details Sadie had never told him.

“She’s told you more than she did me. What attempted assault?”

Lando didn’t reply as another voice, faint from distance, interrupted them.

“No, I’m not giving you the phone. Go ta- Hey!”

There was a scuffle and Max Fewtrell’s came over the line.

“Max, mate. Can you stop this dumb fuck from doing something stupid?”

“It’s Lando Norris,” the Dutchman commented.

“Yeah, that’s the fucking problem.”

There was more background arguments which had Max impatiently tapping his foot.

“Right, I’ve got the phone now,” came Oscar’s accent. “And you’re on speaker. Do you want me to explain?”

Max grunted an affirmative.

“Right. Sadie works a bar at a restaurant about 45 minutes drive from here. Lando and Max went there for dinner because Daniel said it was good and low key. Lando recognised her, she recognised him. She drove him back to my mums house and apparently ‘explained what she could’ on the way.”

Max could hear irritation in the young Australian’s voice and wondered why he was riled up.

“Okay, and now she’s gone again?”

“Yes,” Lando whined.

“And she left without giving you a way to contact her,” the Dutchman guessed.

“Yes,” Lando grumbled.

“Sadie has our numbers,” Oscar added. “Lando’s and mine.”

“She’ll text you if she wants to.” Max tried to reassure.

“Will she?” Oscar asked.

“I don’t know,” the Dutchman admitted.

“She unpredictable,” Lando observed.

“No shit,” came Max Fewtrell’s voice. “She took your fucking car to the leg for you. If anything is unpredictable, that’s it!”

“Right, I’m going. You three can argue amongst yourselves, but trust me on one thing. Don’t chase her. Sadie is scared and she would rather hurt you than risk herself.”

“I don’t believe that,” Lando stated. “She risked herself for me once. She did it without thinking, she-”

“Lando, she was doing her job.” Max cut him off and he flinched at the harshness of his own voice. “I’m going. Don’t do anything stupid.”

And he hung up.

Then pulled up a contact he hadn’t touched since the beginning of November.

She answered faster than Lando had.

“He called you, didn’t he?” Sadie’s voice was a little distant and Max could hear the road noise. He knew her car had bluetooth and wasn’t concerned.

“Yeah,” Max sighed out the confirmation.

“Did you give him my number?”

The distrust stung.

“I swore that I wouldn’t. Kid, I haven’t even given it to Lewis.”

He heard Sadie sigh.

“Just checking,” she grumbled.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” A lie.

“Kid-“

“Max, I’m 21.”

“Don’t care. You keep lying to me and I’m gonna keep calling you kid.”

Kelly walked into the kitchen, still in her pyjamas despite the late morning. She immediately knew who he was talking to. She raised an eyebrow at him and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Max flicked the phone onto speaker.

“I’m fine, dumbass.”

“You’re not.” But he wouldn’t push, he’d learnt not to.

“I will be.” It was always the same answer, again and again.

“Alright well, check in with me like usual okay?”

Sadie muttered a confirmation but Max knew that she was debating a disappearing act.

“Sadie,” -he hoped using her name would connect with her heart, rather than her fear- “just the check in. You know you don’t have to do more.”

“I know that I don’t have to do anything,” she quipped. It wasn’t a snap, she’d never snapped at Max. “But okay, I’ll text you in December.”

“Thank you.”

“Have a good day, Max.”

Max rolled his eyes. Of course she had already worked out the timezones.

“Have a good night, kid.”

To be fair, he had too.

The call disconnected and Kelly placed her hand on Max’s. It was a silent reassurance that Max appreciated.

“Penelope will finish her TV time soon,” Kelly said as she kissed his cheek.

He snaked a hand around his girlfriend’s waist and drew her close.

“We should go out for lunch,” she added.

“Thank you,” Max said into her lips.

It was a grateful sentiment that held far too many layers for his tired mind.

——$——

December landed while Max was battling it out in Qatar. Oscar had taken Saturday's sprint, again, and fought hard during Sunday's race. The Dutchman had defended through the final four laps, fending off both Australians in cars that shouldn’t have been outperforming the Ferrari’s or Mercedes’.

But Oscar had pulled an impressive P2 for a second year in a row, and Daniel had been all smiles as he'd pulled his AlphaTauri into P3.

But as Max hauled himself out of his hotel bed on Monday morning, thoroughly hungover, he found a text from Sadie.

She'd set her own contact name in his phone.

Ego Crusher: All safe and okay here. I know that Qatar was this weekend, saw that you won. Congrats on another win. Congrats to Oscar for beating your slow ass in the sprint. He's good at keeping you on your toes.

Ego Crusher: I didn't tell you until now because I wanted you to focus on Qatar, but the trial started last Wednesday. Should finish Monday my time. I'll let you know what the result is. This is the last four.

Max hissed out a breath, both at his aching skull and her news. He checked his time in Qatar, 9:30am, and did the mental maths for Melbourne time. Sadie would just starting work, 5:30pm, if she had shifts during the trial.

The Crushed: Thanks for letting me know you're okay. I hope the trial is going well.

The Crushed: I know you said you don't want to leave Australia but if any of those dicks are acquitted I'm sending someone to get you.

He left his phone on the kitchen counter, poured himself a glass of water and contemplated his capacity for the energy of Daniel Ricciardo that day.

Max's phone chimed. He cursed at the sound's affect on his headache and flipped it over.

*new message from Ego Crusher*

So Sadie wasn't at work.

Ego Crusher: Yeah, yeah. You said that already. Tell Kelly I say hi and give P a hug for me when you next see her.

The Crushed: Will do.

The Crushed: Update me.

Ego Crusher: Will do :)

Max flicked his phone onto silent, texted an update to Kelly and went to put it back on the countertop. Before he let it go, it vibrated again.

*new message from Oscar Piastri*

He cursed in Dutch.

Oscar Piastri: I know you're in contact with Sadie. She told Lando and I about the trial back in Melbourne. We haven't heard from her and we're worried.

He swore again.

Max Verstappen: She'd kill me if she knew I told you.

Oscar Piastri: You just confirmed it but okay

Max Verstappen: If I said nothing Lando would try to find her again and then we'd all be worried.

Oscar Piastri: You're not wrong

Max Verstappen: She updated me overnight. Trial is still going but so far so good.

Max Verstappen: How long have you known?

Oscar Piastri: Figured it out after you hung up on Lando in Melbourne. You spoke about her like you knew her.

Oscar Piastri: And thank you.

Max finally set the phone down, sighed and cursed, again. His life had never been simple but he didn't know if it had ever been as complicated as it was since Sadie had appeared.

He had siblings. He had Victoria. He had quite a few of them amongst his father's numerous marriages. And he was familiar with the protectiveness that came with being an older brother, and essentially a step-dad.

But he wasn't quite sure how to protect someone who didn't want his protection. Or wasn't actually his sister.

----$----

I did promise some Sadie and Max. I didn't promise it was going to be sunshine and joy though.

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[3ip04ka]

So I wanted to make a post since I don't see it being talked about (maybe I'm missing something but everyone seems comfortable about this)

With the bg3 full access I started to see more russian/belarusian artists on the tags, many of them having boosty service accounts and explaining how it's easy to use it

Boosty is a russian patreon type platform. Any current sayings about changes in ownership are just covers to separate it from 'outcast' russian services and to be able to legally profit. It's a common tactic during russian invasion.

It exists because MasterCard, Visa and PayPal stopped operating in Russia and solely serves its purpose of bringing money into russia, bypassing current bans that exist because russia should not receive extra finances to buy weapons to murder us

So PLEASE don't support russian invasion via this tool. It's commission is 10% meaning a 1/10 of any payment you make there goes right to russian big business, part of the rest of money will be used in taxes during those artist's purchases in russia

Don't support genocide.