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allylikethecat · 5 months

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talk shop tuesday!!

i’ve decided that moving forward all my talk shop tuesdays will be long and obnoxious with multiple sections 😭

sec 1, ME!!: work was fine, patients were especially cranky today for whatever reason and a doctor got on to me ab “not giving him the info he needed” even though I PUT THE ORDER IN THE PT CHART AND HE WASNT PICKING UP HIS PHONE SO I COULD VERBALLY CONFIRM W HIM!!!! but then i had a publix sub for lunch and felt better. also think im building a caffeine tolerance cause i drank two energy drinks and was still yawning all day lol. love and hate healthcare

sec 2, YOU!!: after just dumping all my stress above it’s only appropriate to ask how your day was.

sec 3, Talk Shop Tuesday!!: How do you feel about collaboration fics? i’ve seen a couple in other fandoms and was wondering your overall thoughts about them. Also, how would you feel about someone else writing a sort of au of your fics? like another take of something you’ve already written? would you feel like it was plagiarism or would you be interested in it?

thanks for tolerating my insane asks lol

-🥤

AHHH Happy Talk Shop Tuesday Dearest Smoothie Anon! Thank you so much for this lovely and long, fantastic ask!! I love the multi section situations!! It's so much fun!

1. I'm glad that work went well! You are truly a hero working in health care omfg I am constantly in awe of everyone that does! Three of my IRL besties are nurses and I am just like constantly in awe of them (it's actually really funny they all only ever met because of me, yet they all work in the same field lol) Also yesss Publix really has the best sandwiches - I miss living in an area with Publix! They are next level. I feel you on the caffeine thing, I'm like I just had a large coffee AND a Celcius why am I sleepy? I saw an article though that they're thinking that caffeine might cause people with anxiety to like... calm down? Idk i just kinda skimmed it but was like that sounds like me haha I hope that you continue to have a good week! And that that doctor gets over himself and actually like... reads the charts moving forward

2. I'm good!! Work was chill, then I rode Pop and he was my perfect angel baby as always (he had his PEMF appointment this morning so he was an extra happy boy after getting zapped with the expensive happy magnet lol) and then I made myself a lil homemade personal pizza for dinner and am going to read some more of The Familiar - my friend also asked if I'd get tacos with her tomorrow so I'm like super hype about that now lol I am very food motivated 😂

3. I LOVE reading collaborative fics! They're always SO FUN and I love seeing how different author's bring their different writing styles and perspective together! I think writing one with another author would be super fun! But I know that I can be *a lot* so I doubt anyone would want to write one with me lol In terms of the second question I honestly have no idea how I would feel about someone writing fic of my fic lol I think it would be like a huge honor but I'd probably also get self conscious that they'd find all the flaws? I truly have no idea and also don't think my fic is worthy of that kind of honor - I'm still just so surprised and flattered and excited every time someone reads / comments on / sends me an ask about one of my fics - someone else writing fic about it would probably send me into cardiac arrest lol

Thank you SO MUCH for sending me such a lovely fun, multi part ask! I hope you don't mind the novel I wrote in response - it's always such a pleasure to hear from you! I hope that the rest of your week goes well! Thank you so much again!

❤️Ally

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styona · 8 months

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I may be wrong, but to me it looks like Tob did the most massive eye roll ever known to mankind, he's like 'dude I cannot do this, say something, please, I'm tireddd'. And then Martin straight up refuses to answer the question and elaborate in any shape or form😂 He did not give two fucks, but didn't forget to keep it polite at the same time, 'thanks for your concern tho'😅 (if I got it right) He's like I know you don't give a damn, but thanks for the effort. What a man

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost #ghost the band #terzo #terzo my beloved #papa iii #papa emeritus iii #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul omega #tobias forge #martin persner #I may be overanalyzing it #but it looks like they're desperately trying to hold on to the last straw not to snap #the attitude and sass we'll never get to see ever again #mind you they're wearing the damn MASKS and even THROUGH THEM you can sense the sheer irritation #Martin's just like fine honey look I'll answer YOUR questions on MY terms

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 3 months

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Aftermath

After waking up from a ten year stasis, Gordon finds himself back in the ruins of Black Mesa.

Notes: Hi half life fandom this is my first fic posted for HL. Also this is the first reveal of my HL au: Aftermath! So thats pretty neato, anyway hope you enjoy this short little prologue thing

Blackness was all he saw; darkness for miles, with pure nothingness filling the gaps. He couldn’t feel, see, or hear, and even trying to think of a single thing was proving to be a greater challenge than he’d expect. His thoughts blurred together into a sludge of meaningless ramblings, leaving him unable to process where he was, or how he got here. He had vague memories flashing in his mind, glimpses of concrete corridors and alien fauna. It was maddeningly barren, with the silence being enough to drive a man mad. How much time has passed since he arrived here? Has it been seconds? Days? Time itself felt nonexistent at that very moment, simply a construct that meant nothing in this place. It felt as if he was in a dream, trapped in his own head as he traversed his own subconsciousness, floating in a vague void, unable to act or react to anything that could possibly be in there. He all but gave up hope of escaping this dark Hell he had found himself in, until he felt himself being pulled by an invisible force, and abruptly, there was light.

Gordon’s senses came back to him as fast as a train crash, the feeling of barely healed fractures and lacerations coming back to him as his nerves fired. Ringing flooded his hearing, with the HEV’s computer voice, an artificial voice he came to despise, sounding muffled and making it hard to process any of the words being said to him. He couldn’t move, his limbs feeling as if they were being pinned down by a massive weight, as if he was on the bottom of the ocean. The numbing pain shot up his legs and arms, though despite his wishes, there was no way he could even scream, with his throat tight and his vocal cords useless. He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, with the weakness draped across his body making even that menial action nearly impossible. He began to wonder if the infinite void he was in before would be better than reality, with the idea of feeling nothing rather than feeling everything to a painful degree seeming like a better option than what he was forced to bear.

As he laid on the rubble, he began to hear something new past the waning ringing; footsteps approaching him. Gordon desperately wanted to move, to protect himself from the new danger, yet as much as he tried, his limbs refused to budge. Soon he realized it was multiple sets of footfall coming near, and soon, he began to make out a voice.

The words slurred together in his mind, making the message hard to decipher, but a few words cut clearer than others:

“Breathing. Freeman. Alive. Help. Out.”

Gordon felt his limp body being moved, raised from the ground by someone, or something, being dragged across the concrete floor to somewhere else. Despite his foggy mind, Gordon couldn’t help but consider the worst; Xen creatures dragging him elsewhere to slaughter him as he did to them, and Military personnel taking him somewhere to question, torture, or even execute him were among the possibilities his short-circuting mind had come up with. However, before he could even do anything to try and prevent whatever fate might befall him, he felt himself drifting off, falling unconscious yet again.

He slowly stirred awake once again to hear the sound of an engine running and tires rolling across a gravel road. He was almost afraid to open his eyes, yet when he gained the strength to do so, his eyelids opened and he took a brief glimpse around. Through his blurred vision, he saw he was in the backseat of some sort of vehicle, laid across the seats. His metal HEV pressed against his body awkwardly, making any movement he could make uncomfortable. His head was supported with a wadded-up hoodie, and his body was covered by a thin blanket that had been thrown onto him. It was strange to see simple kindness extended to him, though he couldn’t help but wonder if it was a trick to make him let his guard down. He glanced towards the front seats, seeing the back of the drivers head, but not who was in the passenger seat. They were speaking to one another, but yet again the words fell out of Gordon’s grasp. He felt himself beginning to drift off again, and despite his wishes to stay awake, he grew limp as he fell unconscious yet again.

When Gordon next woke up, he was greeted with cold air around him. As he was pulled out of unconsciousness, he began to hear rhythmic beeping beside him; something he immediately recognized as a heart monitor. Gordon felt as if a weight was taken off of him, and when he gained the strength to open his eyes again, he saw the reason why. His HEV suit was missing, and he was instead wearing a pale blue hospital gown from what he could gather. He was laying in a bed, with its stiff mattress, albeit uncomfortable, feeling like heaven compared to laying on the cold concrete floors of Black Mesa. He saw bandages covering parts of his body, old blood seeping into them. Past his bed however, he could barely make out anything, with everything being blurry and hard to make out. He must have lost his glasses somewhere, but it was the least of his worries as the pain began to seep in.

All his limbs felt sore, making it hard to move a single finger. His leg had a throbbing pain in his knee, and he felt as if he was being slashed with knives whenever he attempted to move his arms. His heart felt heavy and his lungs stinged with every breath. When was the last time he took a break to breathe? It felt like the days worth of fighting for his life hit him all at once, making him feel nearly paralyzed, and too tired to do anything to fight it. He began to wonder if it was best to be asleep; at least he wouldn’t have to think or feel. He began to wonder how he got here, racking his brain to try and bring up any clue of what had happened. The last thing he remembered before he woke up was being knee-deep in what he could assume was blood, staring up at something…he couldn’t even begin to describe. He killed the thing keeping the portal between earth and the border world open, so why did he feel so…empty? It felt as though his accomplishment meant nothing, as if he was missing something deep inside. He closed his eyes, attempting to fetch his blotted out memories for a shred of explanation, all before he shot his eyes open, a single image returning to his consciousness.

The man.

Gordon’s memories became clear as day when he remembered the man in the dull, navy blue suit. He remembered its unnaturally piercing eyes, staring deep into Gordon’s very being as if it was examining his very soul and regrets. He remembered its face, with it looking aged, yet it felt ageless at the same time. He remembered the unnatural way it stood, as if it was being held up with strings. He recalled the way it spoke to him as if it never spoke in its entire life before that very moment. He never got its name or its motivations, but something about remembering the man and its almost human facade caused his heart to skip a beat. Paranoia crept up in his mind, and the feeling of being watched began to be overwhelming. Something wasn’t right, as if something he didn’t see was coming after him. He needed to get out of here before it arrived.

Gordon forced his arms to move as he sat up in his bed, wincing before he turned to step out of bed, clasping the side of it with one of his shaking hands. As soon as he put weight on his leg, however, he collapsed onto the linoleum floor, ripping his IV out of his arm in the process. He let out a small squeak; the closest he physically could get to a scream, a pathetic noise that reminded him just how helpless he truly was at this moment. He pushed himself up as much as he could, arms shaking at the exertion, but he couldn’t get back onto his feet. As he tried to get off of the floor in vain, the door to the room opened, and a person appeared in the doorway. It was a nurse, coming into the room only to be greeted by Gordon unsuccessfully escaping his bed. She appeared surprised, immediately approaching him to help with getting him back onto the bed, despite his best tries to escape her grasp. She said a few things to try and comfort him, but Gordon couldn’t process the words before she quickly left the room, coming back with another doctor, presumably for help.

Gordon hated the fact he was back in the bed, with a new IV being attached and bandages being replaced. He wasn’t sure when the next threat would rear its head, and he needed to be prepared for when it did. Yet, he was all but incapable of doing anything of use, and he had to accept it. He could barely even move, less shoot a gun or swing a weapon at anything.

“Dr. Freeman?”

Gordon was surprised to finally make out what someone was saying, looking up at the doctor who had just finished reattaching his IV.

“You’re lucky to be alive,” He stated, almost smiling slightly. It was unclear if it was to try and make light of the situation or if it was relief. “Even more lucky to be awake right now. Though please, don’t try getting up again, alright? You might reopen stitches.”

Gordon stared at the doctor’s face blankly before leaning back and staring at the ceiling as the doctor continued talking.

“A couple of scavengers found you back at the ruins of Black Mesa, or, at least that's their story. You’ll have to speak with the police about the entire situation.” the doctor continued, “The Vortigaunt said you were lucky to be found in there, apparently had to drag you out of there.”

Gordon’s brows furrowed, not recognizing the word “Vortigaunt” despite the doctor bringing it up so casually. He looked back at the doctor with a puzzled look on his face.

“I’m sure everyone will be happy to see you’re alive,” The doctor chuckled, trying to make light of the situation despite Gordon not reciprocating the cheerful atmosphere. “You’ve been gone for a long time, so a lot of us thought you would never return.”

Gordon’s puzzled expression turned to a look of borderline anger, wanting to ask so many questions but being unable to; he didn’t even know if the doctor knew sign language, and he didn’t have paper to write on, that is if he had the strength to hold a pencil.

“You look…upset,” The doctor said, his smile fading, “I can understand why, but if it brings you any comfort, you have hundreds of thousands of people who were wishing for your return. You’re a hero, you know.”

Gordon doubted that sentiment.

“We…believe you were in a coma, sir,” The doctor glanced at his nurse, as if he wanted help breaking the news, “...one that lasted ten years, so you're...lucky to be alive at all.”

The doctor continued to explain the situation, claiming that Gordon was lucky to have his brain still functioning despite being asleep for that long, but the words went through one ear and out the other. Gordon didn’t process the doctor trying to speak to him, only staring into the wall behind him as he leaned back in his bed. He didn’t even blink once as reality seemed to become meaningless, dissociating as his brain wouldn’t even allow him to process the time lost. To him, he was gone for a few mere moments, but an entire decade had passed in the time it took him to escape the void he was in for a brief, yet agonizing time. He wondered if his friends had forgotten about him, if they were even alive after the Resonance Cascade; they almost certainly believed he was dead at the very least. Gordon had been dead to the world for so long, he felt surprised anyone came to rescue him at all. After all, who would rescue the man who caused so much death in the span of a few days? Was he supposed to go back into normal society after everything? Was he supposed to be praised as a hero, despite the fact he was just a lowly scientist who just wanted to survive?

Gordon wished to go back to sleep. Being awake felt more agonizing than the temporary stasis ever did.

#half life #HL Aftermath au #HL au #Gordon freeman #Aftermath Gordon #shmorp writes sometimes #yeah in basic terms this au is. “What if the combine never invaded earth and Gordon had to live with what happened in Black Mesa"#Also gordon was only in stasis for TEN years rather than 20 #theres more to it but I figured posting a little writing snippet here would be a neat way to introduce the au itself #I have a lot to talk about with it but yeahg #No refs yet. I still need to draw Gordon's design. along with this au's Gman #but yeah if the aus interesting to you i'm up for questions! I will make my followers like Half Life I will /LHJ #Also hi writing jumpscare it was really just a last minute decision to post this so #Yeah hope you like it i'll stop rambling in the tags

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bevsi · 2 years

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I don’t mean to assign homework but when people ask me “have you ever drawn x” I wanna say I’ve been on this site for like 10+ years and have been using the tagging system the whole time

but at the same time all my old art is very, very embarrassing

#not To sound like an old person but I think internet literacy has gone down in the last 10 years? like more people asking google-able or #searchable questions #but is it out of the desire to connect with someone personally rather than just search a term? Much to think about

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sehtoast · 8 months

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me: MY HAIRLINE IS RECEDING OH NO OH FUCK

also me: full time student (worth noting i wrote stupid here at first without realizing), 20-30 hours in customer service every week, teaching myself 3/4 classes, teaching myself advanced algebra with a teacher (basically just a proctor) who shuts down any/all asks for help, juggling college financial woes, navigating dying relationships/people abandoning and/or attacking me bc i don't have time for things i used to anymore, none of my hobbies are making me happy when and if i have time for them,, i have no time for myself, i'm on my second all-nighter this week, i'm perpetually exhausted in a way sleep isn't fixing, my body aches because i'm so tired, and i'm barely able to stay asleep when i do get the chance bc the anxiety wakes me up

my hairline: two hops this time!

#i'm so stressed man #sehtoast rambles #sehtoast vents? fuck if i know #i just feel like i can't get ahead #i used to be able to get all my shit done by friday and have the bulk of the weekend to myself #but that's not doable at all this term #i just had a whole ass mental breakdown over fucking homework #like i'm almost grateful T made it near impossible for me to cry bc like #i was going to have a whole sobbing crying breakdown and at least i only had to feel the mental and physical anguish of it instead #it's 3am and i just made coffee so i can do the rest of my work #luckily the last two are super little in comparison but #i can't keep doing 30 pages of notes with 10 pages of homework and a 40 question 'quiz' for math #on top of making like 7 excel spreadsheets a week #not including the 50 page readings for management plus the 50 questions that follow and the writing assignments #i'm so glad my ids class is easy. dr s is my personal jesus christ for being so gentle with her students #idk i'm just... really not doin well rn #at all #idk if anyone read this far in #if you did ily and appreciate you

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apocalypticdemon · 2 months

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I am so beyond ready to quit this job. Wednesday cannot come fast enough.

#to be fair it's bc school starts again in a few weeks #but idk. every day at this office feels like sandpaper on my skin. people always ask me shit i dont understand #and every case is so individual there's no set checklist to follow to troubleshoot #so most of the time I just grind my gears and get stuck #it'd busy more days than not.#and it was advertised to me as data entry only. client interactions was not what i signed up for.#it's all client interaction.#we're short staffed so nobody gets to take the back office and have a break.#when we weren't short staffed i was the new guy and only got 1 day in the back a week while everyone else got 2.#all my coworkers are conservative but talk like they're apolitical.#i thought it'd be fulfilling bc im helping people get benefits #but many are rude or impatient as any other service job. I'm constantly trying to direct people that don't want to listen #or explain the intricacies of something i barely understand.#and i don't want to lead people astray bc you have to start over if you blow a deadline.#but there's just nothing redeeming that i enjoy.#i hate customer service. i hate constantly asking questions. i like seldom few of my coworkers.#i can't be me at work.#and i don't care about the work itself anymore.#this job made me cry every day for weeks last month from sheer stress and overstimulation.#i almost cried myself sick several times.#the only reason I'm not there anymore is bc i dont fucking care anymore.#it took me 2 months to burn out. 2 months!#i was training for half of that!!#idk. everyone decided i was smart and could pick it up quickly so. even though everyone else got 4-6 weeks of shadowing #you can make do with 3 before you start doing stuff solo.#which feels unfair. i wasn't ready for it. and i resent the decision quite a bit.#plus it's been a nightmare for me in terms of external stressors and my generally deteriorating mental health. so.#all in all. i hate it here.#and i can't wait to turn in my notice so i can gtfo in 2 weeks #i am so tired. free me. let me go back to my music please

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outlying-hyppocrate · 3 months

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i might be genderfluid. probably not though. the actual idea of being socially perceived as any other gender makes me feel like a clown

#random thoughts #like. auuuuugh.#you ever want to be feminine the way girls are feminine instead of the way guys are feminine sometimes.#androgynous fem. i don't know.#the social dysphoria is too strong.#i like my pronouns. i like masculine terms. all the time. but sometimes i just feel like.#AUGH FUCK THIS IS WEIRD AND COMPLICATED.#oh well we're going to do the same thing i did as when i questioned being aro and bi. focus on something else [:#(then again my last test of the year was yesterday so there's nothing i can really. do. as a distraction.)#genderfluidity is such a beautiful thing. like pretty and colorful glass shards #all reflecting facets of one person's identity. i love you genderfluidity #and genderfluid people !!

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heir-of-the-chair · 11 months

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You know, when they said “you never stop learning things about yourself” I don’t think they meant five consecutive years of having a new identity crisis.

#sophomore year of high school: am I queer/aroace? yes #junior year of high school: am I trans? yes #senior year: am I autistic? almost certainly yes (that’s just me having imposter syndrome it’s definitely a yes)#last year: not questioning anything just coming to terms with being physically disabled #and now my friends are saying I have hpd and I’m like hey just because I maybe (the wording is vague and I’m autistic and I hate it) fit the #diagnostic criteria doesn’t mean I HAVE IT #it’s vague and idk how much I relate to it but I relate to a decent amount of it very strongly #but like I wasn’t even neglected as a child (that sentence really says volumes abt my friend group) I have other family issues but idk how #that would be related to attention seeking like is it really just all bc I was just a really lonely child?#like I was an only child with autism and adhd and I didn’t have a friend group I felt truly secure until fifth grade after which we all went #to different middle schools and then it wasn’t until like sophomore year of high school okay maybe this is worse than I thought saying it #out loud…#I know I have anxious attachment #I know I very much have that #but like.#I’m just a theater kid it’s fi- *sounds of me being hit with a pillow by my friends*#yeah #this is kind of a vent atp #autism #neurodivergent #disability #yeh #the heir speaks

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deus-ex-mona · 6 hours

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looked through my gallery and found these two images next to each other… w h a t in the world happened in 2k22 man

#there was also longleg in that photoset but this aint about him #w h a t happened that made me compare yujiro with iggle piggle hello??????#anyway this is just me being a waste of space and oxygen (again) as i try to preemptively empty my annoying-ness reserves #ahead of a job interview tomorrow lest i say something stupid in response to their questions #like ‘i dont have any long term goals for the next 5 years for now. but my short term goal is to make money.’#idk why i said that during my last interview but im def not getting that bread #some things will just remain a mystery ig… like the yujiro-igglepiggle comparisons that past me apparently did #maybe c-19 cooked my brain idk. though through that gallery browsing spree i realised that im like 3 years overdue for my hep-b vax booster #well. too late for that now ig~~~~~~~~~~#hmmmmmmm… maybe i should finally finish the next chapter of idol sengen tomorrow… it’s like half done anyway so…#b u t the next chapters after this one are sooooo text heavy and it’s a p a i n to deal with—#hmm. well. i’ll deal with that when the time comes ig… s i g h s #anyways that’s it for my annoying quota of the day (and hopefully tomorrow’s as well) see you for daily nagisa in a while~~~~~~

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chiarrara · 7 months

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I don't know I just feel like....

We just watched a man self-immolate in his military uniform. And I don't want to sound like an idiot, because it's much more than this but, couldn't you say that was a very extreme form of conscientious objection?

He could not be complicit anymore, but there is literally no way out of being complicit in this genocide if you live in America. For him especially, being trapped in military service. But for all of us. All of us are trapped in complicity in some way, and we can try to counteract that sin with as much meaningful direct action as we can possibly do, but all of that action comes with some proportional level of risk.

So, a man burned himself alive in an extreme form of conscientious objection (the only form available to him - one of great violence)

And people are still on here telling people to suck it up and vote for Biden.

I just... maybe I'm really stupid and I just can't see the logic y'all are putting forward. Because the way you lay it out it all seems to make so much sense to you. I understand we're trapped in a two party system. I understand the Republicans don't have the same consciences we do and are gonna vote en masse for Trump. I understand Trump is a danger globally and domestically. I understand all that, and I don't want his second term to come to pass. I'm not ignorant of how dangerous he is.

But a man self-immolated to object to the system of complicity he's trapped in, and the most logical response y'all have to a bunch of people wanting to opt out of complicity in this election, and the next four years of horrors that will be done in their name is to tell them, you just have to suck it up and be complicit. Your only tool is to make a phone call. You can try to protest, but there's a non-zero chance you'll be beaten and arrested and have your life ruined, by the way. You can donate to try and put a bandaid on the horrors you're seeing through your phone screen everyday (and you should, but God it's sure not stopping anything). But you're not allowed to object to being complicit in the selection of the Genocider-In-Chief.

It's not going to stop the genocide. We know this. It's not going to stop the election. We know this. It's not going to change anything directly, and Trump is going to get elected (which he will either way. most people who would vote against him are doing it anyway, y'all are fighting a very very small online minority).

But a man self-immolated in his military uniform. He didn't think that act was going to directly stop aid from going to Israel, or stop the genocide, or destroy the US military industrial complex. He didn't think his one small (but extremely brave and impactful) act was going to solve everything. Everything that was going to happen is still going to happen just with one less man in uniform.

But it wasn't nothing. It didn't do nothing. It's not his fault that the military will keep on chugging. It's not his fault that things are getting worse in Gaza every day. But he's not complicit anymore and he sent a message. And he had to die to achieve that.

And y'all are telling us we can't even do the very small act of not being complicit in the presidency. It's a less effective act of protest, but I also don't have to die for it.

It's not a boycott (I've seen this strawman, i don't know why you think we think that). It's not going to "send a message to the government" (obviously, we're not ignorant). It's to the Party that runs these candidates, and makes money off of "pick us because we're not the other guy" then commits crimes against humanity. I don't want to roll over and be fucking complicit in that.

Parties and candidates look at those numbers. they see how many people voted for them last time and how many people this time.

They don't care about our voices, and our protests, and our emails. They care about donations, and they care about votes. That's it. That's all they look at. If the emails and the phone calls and the protests don't result in a drop in one of those two things, they don't fucking care.

I don't know. This is a long ass ramble, but I'm trying to work out my feelings about this. Because we can't opt out of paying taxes, we can't really opt out of the benefits of living and being born in the Global North, we can't opt out of work, we can't opt out of the military, we can't opt out of following the law without extreme violence being brought against us. We can't do a whole fucking lot besides call, email, donate, and protest in a way that doesn't get us beaten and arrested, and if you do get beaten and arrested, you'll be dealing with the legal consequences for years or potentially the rest of your life.

And a man burned himself to death to object but I can't withhold my vote???

#just saw a long ass post that asked the question “what is your objective”#and concluded if you don't have any leverage you should just do nothing #and i really really thought about it because it was very well thought out #but i just can't agree with the conclusion #yes find your leverage and use it #yes tailor your tactics to your objectives #but I'm not wrong to object to the system in the very limited ways that are available to me #i feel like I'm crazy #but I've spent this whole last term regretting breaking down and voting for biden last time when my morals told me not to #i don't think i can do it again #and it's not a baseless moral stance or a self-centered “i don't want to feel bad” one #it just doesn't make sense to me #maybe I'll feel guilty when trump wins and wish I'd chosen differently #but i think #I'll feel like this system didn't give me a choice #and I'd rather not let my voice be used to prop up genocide #than roll over and act like no choice is a choice #“people fought for your right to vote” then they fought for my right to opt out of that as well #I'm not good at outlining my logic but i hope if anyone actually sees this #you understand where I'm coming from

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