#im drunk sorry

[hitrone]

quick drunk lwaxana/odo idk i really drunk HAPPY NEW YEAR

[twochildreninamoteldemo]

Sam and dean. Oh my god

[the-greatest-fool]

I personally find it very, very strange people chalk up American foreign policy wrt the PRC to Sinophobia. I preface the rest of this creed by stating that I believe there are racists in the government and especially on the right, BUT nonetheless that American competition or even outright hostility to China IS JUSTIFIED.

I begin with a story. When TikTok CEO Shou Zi Chew was asked, as were Mark Zuckerberg and other tech CEOs, to testify in front of Congress, there was special scrutiny to TikTok’s treatment of content the CCP would find problematic. Chew, a Singaporean citizen educated in elite American universities, was asked a disappointingly naive line of questioning from Senator Tom Cotton.

Tiktok is owned by ByteDance, headquartered in Beijing and incorporated in the Cayman Islands (famously for scrupulous business). He was repeatedly asked if he had or any point had any relation to the Chinese Communist Party, to which he replied, facially bemused, “Senator, I’m Singaporean.”

This went viral. Online, people commented (somewhat accurately) on Cotton’s racist questions—for instance, asking if Chew was himself Chinese. However, this story seems to have undergone a game of telephone. In the midst of American discussions in Congress over whether TikTok should be banned conditional on being owned by a Chinese company, some TikTokers, aside from blaming the American Israeli lobby for (in my strong opinion) short-sighted and misguided reasons, blamed this on Congressmen “mistakenly” taking TikTok for a Chinese enterprise when it “is Singaporean, Senator.”

This is insanity. I wish to remind readers of TikTok’s empirical bias towards CCP-aligned content; of its promotion of denial of Chinese genocide and violence against the Uigher Muslims, Tibetans, and other Hui; of its tendency to promote anti-American and otherwise anti-social content; and the strong, strong incentive the PRC has (and the great example it has in Russia’s well-documented manipulation of media) to amplify messages that let the American public become complacent to its agenda to invade and destroy a democratic, sovereign nation (Taiwan).

This is no Sinophobia. Listen to your Chinese American peers (at least the ones not so drunk on racial resentiment they’ve begun supporting foreign authoritarians). China is NO MODEL for democracy, social equality, or liberal rights. It despises free expression outside its party mandate. It cracks down on artists too deviant, too *queer*, and too fluid for it to control. It actively bans Western influence and seeks to maintain a monopoly on public discourse. It abhors the notion of freedom. It hates especially that Asian neighbors have adopted liberal democratic agendas perfectly fine, contrary to its extremely racist argument that Eastern Peoples are not suited for democracy, which it claims is a Western concept for Western people. Hong Kong’s streets have never been the same. Do you wish for the bloody sights in Ukraine to be seen again in Taipei? What of the people of Japan, South Korea?

How is it that we’ve decided criticism of such a regime is comparable to criticism of Chinese descended people, who are of countless different faiths, nationalities, and political orientations? How dare my fellow Americans (white and or well off and or privileged) prostrate themselves to China in a disgusting attempt to cleanse themselves of their liberal guilt? (“I recognize I am a settler. I am White. I have sinned. I pray that my Evil home be defeated by these Orientals.”) How dare they turn a matter of geopolitics—because like it or not, our allies in Asia (billions of people) would prefer China not become an aspiring revanchist, toppling nations and conquering waters as it seeks now, and American attempts to contain it, to prevent it from meddling in elections or our market place of ideas are justified—into their social melodrama

You have *no* idea how much it hurts. The largest country in Asia rejects my existence (queer, ethnically Asian but American, etc.). It hates me. And you think that somehow, conceding to it will…what? Oh, it’s for The Cause. “It’s capitalism,” you argue. “It’s colonialism.” Oh yeah? What is TikTok?

Perhaps a rightist would say, “China is no saint.” I say, it is a long running empire built on conquest, bloodshed, repression, and inequality. Of course I hope China one day liberalizes. I hope its people are happy. But I cannot turn a blind eye to Americans who wish to forget its evils to smooth over their own. That is immature at best, diabolical at worst.

China loves for the diaspora to get angry. It loves for liberal and leftist White Americans to “empathize” and be “allies”, to “Stop Asian Hate.” It loathes genuine, factually-based analysis of its policies and of its treatment of its people. Support freedom for all people. Criticize inequalities and injustices at home all you want, but acknowledge there’s a reason why liberal democracy cannot be accepted across the Pacific—and not for a good reason.

This isn’t some ideological game. Wake up and put yourself in the shoes of the people who live on peninsulas and islands surrounded by waters that could one day be filled with hostile submarines ships ready to tear their freedoms away.

[itscoldinwonderland]

I love jalapenos. I put them in my rice. I put them in my pasta. I love pickled jalapenos on my burgers and subs. I went to a restaurant once and they had fried jalapenos, it was the best thing ever. I love jalapeno hot sauce. I have ketchup with jalapenos in it and it's great.

[dreamhot]

dnf see each other for the first time after sniffing at each other through a door.....,,,.,.,

did you watch the meetup video

[chaotic-cuttlefish]

life's greatest tragedy is when youre a germaphobe and youre eating and some food falls off your fork and onto the table, rendering it inedible :(((

[vvitchgender]

u r cool 👍

Oh! Thanks. I don't know you but thanks!

[charmcoin]

thinking about wrestling so hard. Are you mad at me

[lazyblogposter]

I love in the south(Louisiana) and fucking it's been so hot for so long that I genuinely forgot what winter felt like. Felt giddy whenever I finally got to wear my hoodies again

[pseudophan]

anthony is dead: the funeral roast (paid content)

[zaphodkilledthespeedforce]

The t apps cannot know where I work

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Tinder

Twitter

Tiktok

[neoaurora]

poem i wrote 10 min ago

Being drunk is underrated

People are easier to talk to

Stories are easier to share

Words are easier to spill

And secrets are easier to tell

My mind has no barriers

Like leaves swaying in the wind of autumn 

Always on the brink of breaking

Snapping

Floating away

To never be seen again

One day i will forget this

Perhaps even tomorrow

The wine and liquor in my blood will ensure it

Drunkenness is overatted

Its easier to talk

Easier to share

Easier to spill secrets

I will regret this in the morning 

Breaking promises i swore i would not

Viewing my life as someone else’s

And sharing details as if they were not mine to keep

And now i sit here

Typing in a Google document

Making typos

Using autocorrect

And ignoring my worried friends

Someday i will forget this

Perhaps even tomorrow

Maybe it is for the best

Good riddance, soiled mind

Good riddance

See you tomorrow when you can think straight

When the worrying thoughts drift away

Thoughts of troubles

Thoughts of them

Thoughts of taking blades to my skin

Thoughts of leaving

And never looking back

Eventually they will all drift away

Until the moment

I again pick up the bottle

And they return

I love this feeling

I hate this feeling

I hope someday i may break free of this cycle

And allowed to be a child once again

[sporkberries]

True Loves Kiss ( when kissing the messiah/the anti-christ please be cautious. though it may draw you out of the lonely it could also lead to severe facial scarring, but hey, you score either way!)

[mcrbabyboy]

does he notice me how i notice him. i see the way he talks about music so much more excitedly when hes high. i see his different facial expressions depending on if he really likes what he just played on guitar or if he made a mistake, i cant hear it but i can see it. i see how hard he laughs at things that he finds truly funny. i see when he truly is so loving towards his dog. i see his body language and facial expressions and maybe im assigning meaning that doesnt exist but i see it anyways. i see him. does he see me. does he notice my nuances and quirks or am i one dimensional. i cant tell. he says i mean a lot to him but what is that. i never ask to hang out, i let him initiate everything because i am so worried i annoy him or such a coward of rejection. i cant be honest. is it really love if i cant be honest. is it love if im crying when hes snoring because he didnt hold me when we got into bed. i cant read him. sometimes hes so affectionate and kissing me a hundred times and showing me love ive never seen before and other times its like im a random person off the street. am i just addicted to the dopamine from the affection in contrast to the disinterest in me.

he is such a good and genuine person. he wants only for me to be happy. if he knew i had any of these feelings hed break everything off in an effort to not hurt me further. but i cant let him know.

[katiky-png]

The way you draw faces makes me jealous /very pos

i want you to feel jealous

[catcze]

NO BC LISTEN.

WIRO REACTING TO HIS CRUSH/LOVER WEARING A SUIT. LIKE IT FITS THEIR FRAME SO PERFECTLY AND SNUGLY AND WDYM “WHY IS HE LOOKING” OFC HE’S LOOKING LIKE HELLO???

I can’t tell if he would shameless let his eyes roam or would avoid looking at them KDIDKSKSK WIRO BRAINROT IS SO REALL

KAJNSDSA BROOO OMG okokokok something along the lines but 👀

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

You're fiddling with the cuffs of your suit as you exit the changing room, a frown on your face. You're nervous— of course you are! It's not often that you're invited to a high-profile, black-tie event like this, and you'd rather not stick out like a sore thumb.

Wriothesley, who sits comfortably in a plush armchair, has been invited before though. But time and time again he's turned down the invites with some of the most ludicrous excuses. 'A monster is attacking the fortress' is one of his most used ones, closely followed by 'a bird shat on the shoulder of my suit.' But you wonder why he's accepted this time, despite his distaste for the limelight. Well, you shrug, pocketing the thought for later. At least you won't be going alone.

"What do you think?" You pose the question to him, still frowning as you look down at yourself. Did you look okay? Was the fit alright? Did this color wash you out? You had splurged on this (well. Wriothesley splurged on this, technically. He had said it's a gift) and had the suit custom-done, so it should fit your measurements to an exact, but... you frown, not able to shake off the nerves.

And it doesn't help that Wriothesley hasn't said anything since you've stepped out, either. Merely stares at you, eyes roaming your figure. Even at your question, he acts like he hadn't even heard it. Does the suit look that bad?

"Wrio?"

That seems to reach him, and he blinks, finally registering that he's been staring at you— and that you've begun to stare back.

"Oh, uh. Yeah, it looks nice on you. The tailor did a very good job," he says, glancing away, hoping you don't see the red tinge to his cheeks or his ears.

"Really?" You ask, evaluating yourself in the mirror with a frown. "I don't know. I feel like I look like a mess."

"if you look like a mess, then I dread to think what I look like," he says, glancing at you for a second, getting an eyeful of you in that damn good suit, and feels his mouth dry up again. Wriothesley turns his eyes to the corner of the room, finding the fake palm plant there incredibly interesting. Barely more interesting than you. In that very flattering suit. It emphasizes your body very well, he thinks. Makes him see just enough of you while still leaving some to the imagination. And the color you chose for it... red and black, to match what he'll wear, you said. He sighs, troubled, because just the mere memory of it has his heart racing and his palms sweating.

You keep criticizing your reflection for a while longer, and it takes just enough time for Wriothesley to work up the self-control to look your way. "You look good," he says at last. Then clears his throat. His face feels hot. "Better than good, even. You don't have anything to worry about, I promise."

It placates you, because you finally give your own reflection a rest. You back away from the mirror, humming. "If you say so. Thank you, Wrio," you tell him, flashing him a small, shy smile just before you back up into the changing room once more to take it off.

Once you're out of the vicinity, Wriothesley drops his head into his palms, groaning softly.

if he's this much of a mess around you at a fitting, he wonders how much of a fool he could make himself at the actual event.