#ply antagonism

[posi-pan]

I saw a Facebook page for bisexuals that said bi is regardless of gender. I thought, ok, cool, I agree. It seemed like a regular bisexual page but when someone asked in the comments what the difference between bi and pan was (on a post responding to if pansexuals are allowed to follow the page and stating they can but it’s first and foremost a bi space), the owner of the page posted a link to an article addressing myths about bisexuality instead. I didn’t even bother to read the article. Idk if I’m over thinking this but to me it just felt like a dismissal of other mspec identities like pan, omni, ply, etc. and dare I say it, erasure even. This page thinks there’s no difference between bi and pan, which is fine to have personal opinions, but for a lot of people there is a difference and it’s important and meaningful to them, something the page did not acknowledge. I’m sick of bisexuals invalidating our identities. We exist, and we are valid. I’m sick of seeing panphobia, omniphobia, etc from bisexuals who should be standing in unison with us. We are part of the mspec community and we need to bring each other up, not down. And this includes mspec minorities.

see for me, defining bisexuality broadly as regardless of gender is the first red flag. because while some bisexuals use that definition, it has never been the general, community definition. then add to that saying pan people can follow but it's a bi page first and linking an article about bisexual myths when someone asked the difference......i'd give that page a hard pass if i were you.

i'm sure the people running that page think bi is an umbrella term that pan is included in, so it's interesting that they say the page is first and foremost a bi page. pan people (and omni and ply and all other non-bi mspec folks) are stuck in this in-between place where we're constantly told bi includes us but bi spaces/events/etc. aren't for us.

but yeah, you're right. panphobia, omniphobia, plyphobia, etc. from bi folks is super frustrating and disheartening. especially because of how it's never addressed or called out by anyone but us. it's never taken seriously. and when we address it, we're accused of being the bad guys, of talking over people, of making everything about ourselves. we're the most invisible people in the mspec community, so it's hard to get people to listen to us.

folks need to do better and stop trying to make the queer community about exclusive little groups with their "you can't sit with us" mindset. because who does that help? who is benefiting from that?

[according2thelore]

I think in es/ls verse that ls!sam would absolutely refuse to tell either of the younger ones about the future for WormHole Reasons but also because he knows they mentally cannot handle the idea of hell/the cage/purgatory/mom coming back/meeting god/the like.

and that's the Old Winchesters party line so obviously ls!dean is like 👌 sounds good sam whatever you say 👌 and then drops tantalizing hints in front of es!dean to fuck with him. just enough to drive him crazy, not enough to actually give him knowledge.

but. es sam is a goddamn bloodhound. he does not believe that any version of dean has the Right to keep any secret from him, ever, actually, and he's so so curious, and grizzled old dean is so WHIPPED by this entitled baby sam that he ends up spilling wayyyy too much. HE CAN'T HELP IT. plus he's jealous that his sam is spending time with es!dean, so.....

anyway, cue es!sam yelling at es!dean because how dare he sell his soul for him, months before he actually does it. es!dean overhearing es!sam ask his older self if they actually go to hell and what's it like, and dean loses his mind. etcetera.

"hitler's scared of me." dean says. the younger version of him slows down chewing, but doesn't stop. sam and...well, sam have gotten up to go look at the state map on the far wall of the diner, trying to see where alva, oklahoma is.

"yeah, okay." younger dean says--little dick, dean wants to dub him, but that weirdly feels like a self-burn, so dean goes back to brainstorming--but he must see something in dean's eyes, because his own get huge. like, cartoon-character huge.

then he starts choking. dean's sam--sammy, they've started calling him--comes over and smacks the kid on the back, then glares at dean like dean just purposefully and cruelly antagonized a wet kitten in a dumpster. or baby jesus.

"no fucking way. guy's been dead for like--seventy years!"

"elliot ness or hitler?" sammy asks dean through gritted teeth, still glaring holes into his face.

"i meet elliot ness?" little dick--fuck it, kid's annoying--cries, and sammy slaps a hand to his forehead.

"shit."

~~~

“lord palpatine has a granddaughter and she's hot." dean calls into the shower room as he passes, and he hears a loud crash.

"i'm going to FUCKING kill you!" little dean screeches--again, weirdly demoralizing--and dean cackles the whole way to the kitchen.

~~~

"you should get really good a sword-fighting." dean suggests. younger dean just slumps forward.

"why?" he asks, like dean just suggested he stick a grenade pin up his dick or chew off sam's toenails.

"dunno. seems destined." dean says, and his world gets rocked as sammy hits him on the back of the head with a book thicker than his arm--as hard as he can.

~~~

"am i happy?" sam asks--baby sam, even though they've established that he's just 'sam,' with flashing eyes and a curled lip--because he's a manipulative piece of shit. dean can feel his shoulders tense.

they're sitting on the couch in the dean cave and re-watching some old hits, like the original clash of the titans. sam has strategically placed himself so his skinny thigh is pressed against dean's bigger one.

dean has very carefully not looked down to catalogue the difference because he knows he's going to do something stupid like pop a boner over it. dean knows that the closeness is strategic. but god, sammy--sam--smells like his old aftershave and summer. his eyes are bright and unlined. and he's playing dean's strings with deft fingers as he rolls his neck and looks at dean with eyes bigger than the damn sky.

they've been spending so much time together lately now that sam--adult sam--has found his new favourite in dean's younger self. sammy told the tiny asshole--what the hell is he going to call this kid--that he did a good job the other day, and the kid damn near pissed himself in delight like an excited puppy. dean's not speaking to either of them at the moment.

sam's been gently plying him with questions over the past few days. did i ever finish my degree? do i have my own car? was this from our last hunt? why do you and sammy look at us like that? what's our favorite place to eat?

some of them are innocuous but most are not, and this most recent question has knocked dean flat on his ass. he can't help but picture sammy--older sammy, his sammy--and his hollow eyes. his smiles. his eyes rolling in pain and pleasure and exasperation.

"yes. fuck. i hope so." dean admits, too damn easily, and he sounds like he's begging. he searches sam's face, prying his eyes apart for the answer. he's a kid. too damn young. he's dean's baby. dean feels like it's a promise, and it feels inadequate, an i'm taking care of you, i guess, so dean tries to cast the words in iron.

"i'd do anything to keep you safe, sammy. sam." dean corrects himself quickly, even though sam melts into his side like a cat. "to keep you happy. alive."

and sam kind of freezes, pulls back a little.

"what did you do?" the words are hard.

dean's stomach sinks. "what?"

"what did you do, dean?"

and dean tries to demur, like oh come on, it's just an expression. but dean knows that sam saw the depth there, heard the weight of it. he knows that there are decades underneath those words. lives under those words.

he sinks his teeth into dean, into the very marrow of him, and doesn't let up. dean tries to fight off his insistence, fielding questions for almost ten minutes before sam grabs him, hard, and shakes him.

"did i kill you--did you let me kill you?" sam begs, hands tight fists in dean's shirt and of all the things dean was expecting, it's not this.

"what?" he asks. "what are you talking about?"

and sam lets him go, falls back against the couch, hand over his mouth and dean's afraid he's going to throw up. dean knows--in a way he didn't know when he was young and stupid and twenty-seven--that sam needs time to think, so he lets sam stew.

"that's the worst thing i can imagine." sam says, finally. "i have dreams where yellow eyes kills you. i have dreams where dad does. and i...and i have dreams where i do it. because of what i'm becoming. and i...i don't know what's a nightmare and what's a--a vision--and i--"

and dean tucks this little kid under his chin, wraps arms around him that could suffocate him if he tried hard enough, and holds sam to him like sam will fly apart if he doesn't.

"nothing like that, baby." dean murmurs into his hair, and lets sam quietly wail into his shirt. he doesn't say, i'd let you kill me, because sam knows. he knows. it would be one of dean's gentler deaths, any death at the hands of his brother, but how could dean even start to say that?

"tell me dean. we protect each other, right?" sam begs, wet against his neck, and dean shushes him, feeling inadequate.

"of course. you're my baby brother. i'll always look out for you."

~~~

"promise me."

"i'm not gonna do that, sammy."

"it's--never mind. look at me."

"what--what? we gonna sit here and talk about our feelings? what do you want from me?"

"something's happened to them. don't tell me you haven't noticed. your sam is barely holding it together."

"hold on, he's not my--"

"i don't know, okay? bad feeling. just promise me you're not going to do something dumb. or let me...i don't know."

"now sam, when have i ever done something stupid?" a smile in his voice.

"you're impossible." fond. sad. warm. lonely. acknowledging. dean backs away from the doorway.

~~~

"i'd do it." dean--fuck it, dean's run out of nicknames for the little fucker. "whatever we do. in the future. i'll do anything for him."

he's standing in dean's doorway. that's the first time really that he's said we--an implied understanding that they are technically one person, the same person. dean doesn't look up from the gun he's cleaning. i know, he should say. or good. or it's not going to be enough.

but he just looks up into his younger face, and for the first time since this whole fuck-show started, feels something like pity. like camaraderie.

"c'mere." he says. "lemme show you how to load a mag in six seconds."

~~~

this RAN AWAY FROM ME!!!!! i LOVE this idea anon!!! your brain is brilliant!!!

i personally don't see LS!Dean telling ES!Sam about hell, for the same reason LS!Sam can't tell ES!Dean about the cage. it's too close, too personal, too real. inevitably.

ES!Sam would go mad with it, i think. hell, we SEE him unhinged in the show, actively or passively killing people to get dean back. LS!Dean would never want to put that on him, couldn't bear it. but i think he'd get pretty close.

anyway! sorry for the length, lol! i'm actually pretty proud of this one, and i had a lot of fun thinking about it! thank you for the ask anon! you are so correct!

-lizzy <3

[discar]

HZD Terraforming Base-001 Text Communications Network

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DIVINER: Kotallo, you're a Tenakth diplomat, right?

HIMBO: HE'S A WHAT?

MARSHAL Kotallo: Yes, diplomacy describes part of my duties. Why do you ask?

MARSHAL Kotallo: I'm afraid I don't have any authorization to start negotiations with the Quen right now, if that's what you're interested in.

DIVINER: No no, not that!!

DIVINER: Though that is probably something I should be thinking about for the future!

β: can you get to the point sometime today so i can go back to sleep

β: its too early for this many notifications

Zo: It's almost noon.

DIVINER: Sorry!! Okay, Kotallo: I was just wondering, how do the Tenakth interact with other tribes? I know they had bad experiences with the Carja, but everyone had bad experiences with the Carja!

MARSHAL Kotallo: Ah, you ARE looking towards the possibility of an alliance.

DIVINER: Really, I just want to start with seeing if our people can be with a hundred feet without shooting at each other!

MARSHAL Kotallo: My people were an insular culture for a very long time. The clans preferred to test and challenge each other rather than interact with outsiders. The only other tribe nearby was the Utaru, and we left each other alone.

MARSHAL Kotallo: It might seem strange, and it certainly was not peace, but it was a sort of harmony.

DIVINER: But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.

β: oh i loved that show

DIVINER: I know right??

DIVINER: But we're missing a bunch of the episodes! Including Toph's intro! She just shows up out of nowhere!

β: oh yeah and thats a good one too

DIVINER: Do you have any copies??

β: sorry i never had much on my focus

β: had to hide everything from the zeniths

DIVINER: Aw, that's too bad.

MARSHAL Kotallo: [IceCubeWTFFace.gif]

MARSHAL Kotallo: Sure.

MARSHAL Kotallo: When the Red Raids started, Chief Hekarro approached the Utaru's Chorus for a more formal alliance.

Zo: At which point they sang for several weeks before deciding to stick their heads in the dirt and wait.

Zo: They thought plying the Carja with gifts of food would stop the raids.

Zo: It did not.

MARSHAL Kotallo: While no formal treaties were signed, the Tenakth recruited and trained many young Utaru who were willing to fight.

DIVINER: Oh! I know this one! Zo, you were one of them, right?

Zo: Yes. It was not my proudest decision, but I do not regret it.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Both of which are wise.

DIVINER: Great! I was worried the Ceo's aggressive policy had permanently soured relations!

BoyNextDoor: From what Aloy has said, is this new Bohai character any better?

FlameHairSavior: Bohai is pragmatic. I don't think he's going to continue antagonizing anyone he doesn't have to.

DIVINER: Yeah... but he might not be up for diplomatic relations, either.

DIVINER: I think his plan is still to just grab everything he can and leave!

HIMBO: YOU MAKE HIM SOUND LIKE A BANDIT.

DIVINER: …

DIVINER: Oh my Ancestors we're bandits.

DIVINER: DATA bandits! It's so much worse than normal bandits!

β: [AreWeTheBaddies.gif]

FlameHairSavior: That's not helping.

FlameHairSavior: Look, Alva, I think that as long as you stop killing everyone in your way, no one is going to care about you "stealing" data. You're just copying it, right? So if someone else did have a Focus, they could still access it.

DIVINER: In... theory...

β: youre stealing the data drives arent you

DIVINER: I'm sorry!! But considering how slow our Focuses are and how important the data is, it's standard practice to bring back any storage medium if it is reasonable to do so!

BoyNextDoor: Maybe we should tabla all this for now. Once GAIA is fully restored, you can worry about diplomacy with the Quen.

DIVINER: Yeah.

DIVINER: Yeah, sure.

BoyNextDoor: Until then, GAIA? Do you have any information on this... Fire Nation show that Alva and Beta were talking about?

ADMIN [GAIA]: I have full synopses, recaps, and summaries of everything ever produced by Avatar Studios. I do not, however, have any restored episodes. This is not uncommon. I have marked many such series in the archives.

DIVINER: Yeah, I saw those. I was really excited about FMA:B until I realized there wasn't anything to watch.

ADMIN [GAIA]: I do, however, have most of the novels, including the audiobook versions. The Kyoshi novels in particular are extremely well-restored due to multiple redundant copies.

DIVINER: There are... NOVELS?

β: i like the first one best

DIVINER: O

DIVINER: M

DIVINER: A

β: ?

DIVINER: Oh My Aang.

β: ah

FlameHairSavior: I'm confused.

HIMBO: I STOPPED PAYING ATTENTION TEN MINUTES AGO.

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[zenta1989]

In fact, many of the accounts in the hegemonic text (such as People Power) took on biblical forms; they were told as parables, testimonies, juridical witnessings, and exegeses. And the entire revolt is told as a parable of a Church-sanctioned miracle.90 As the filling of a lack (Ninoy's death), the fulfillment of a promise (national redemption), and the expulsion of a surplus object of antagonism (Marcos), the EDSA experience served to encapsulate the crisis that is the nation as the crisis of the nation, which had now been dealt with and overcome. Thus the nation building that came afterwards could not be founded from another point radically different from the point from which it had been hitherto constructed and maintained. As I argued in the first chapter, the fantasy upon which the Marcos regime had been founded was still in place, even if the state would undergo alterations in the process of accommodating the excessive desires of the people. Viewed in terms of Ninoy's death in the hands of the Marcos-military regime, the debt that marked the nation's constitution was seen then to have been paid or recompensed (such that even the military's complicity came to be overlooked). Rather than being seen within the context of the international fantasy of imperialism, it was seen only as an internal, domestic problem. In other words, the national crisis was not addressed within this larger context, outside the grasp of the Free World fantasy. Dependence was seen as a symptom of only an internal national failure rather than as the product of international dreamwork. Thus the emphasis on inner strength and transformation, thus the spiritual solution — 'reconciliation' — to the antagonisms that pervade the Philippine socius. No doubt, these are the 'empty gestures' by which we assume our subjective freedom as a community. But that subjective freedom is the condition of struggle, not its end. In order to transform our concrete 'reality', we must also undo the fantasyscenarios that organize it and dream other realities into being. The political imaginary that needs to be transformed to revolutionary ends, however, subsists in concrete social relations — in the world men and women make with the instruments of their lives as well as with their minds. In the words of Sekou Toure, 'the world is always the brain of mankind [sic].'91 Hence, any struggle to transform the fantasy-reality of our society must also be a material struggle to transform the socio-political structures and institutions it regulates. For history is made on the fantastic terrain that stretches between a society's objective institutions and its living imaginary. More importantly, it is made by the people who ply that terrain, who are no longer willing to be resigned to the possibilities of life 'reality' affords, and who decide to act, to heed other callings and make 'reality' yield to their desires. This is where true 'people power' or, as some have put it, 'people's power', lies.

実際、覇権主義的なテキスト（『ピープルパワー』など）の記述の多くは聖書の形式をとっており、たとえ話、証言、法学的証言、釈義として語られている。そして、反乱全体が教会公認の奇跡のたとえ話として語られるのである90。欠落（ニノイの死）を埋め、約束（国家の救済）を果たし、余剰の敵対対象（マルコス）を追い出すものとして、EDSAの経験は、今や対処され克服された国家の危機として、国家という危機を包み込む役割を果たした。したがって、その後の国家建設は、それまで国家が構築され維持されてきた地点とは根本的に異なる別の地点から立ち上げることはできなかった。第1章で論じたように、マルコス政権が基礎としていたファンタジーは、たとえ国民の過剰な欲望を受け入れる過程で国家が変化を遂げるとしても、依然として存在していたのである。ニノイがマルコス＝軍事政権の手によって死んだという観点から見れば、国家の憲法を象徴する負債が支払われた、あるいは返済されたと見なされたのである（軍の加担さえも見過ごされるようになった）。帝国主義という国際ファンタジーの文脈で捉えられるのではなく、国内の問題としてのみ捉えられた。言い換えれば、この国家的危機は、自由世界ファンタジーの把握の外にある、より大きな文脈の中では扱われなかった。依存は、国際的なドリームワークの産物としてではなく、国内的な失敗の症状としてのみ見なされた。こうして、内なる強さと変容が強調され、フィリピン社会全体に蔓延する軋轢に対する精神的な解決策、つまり「和解」が強調された。間違いなく、これらは共同体としての主観的自由を前提とした「空虚な身振り」である。しかし、その主観的自由は闘争の条件であって、その終わりではない。私たちの具体的な「現実」を変革するためには、それを組織化し、他の現実を夢想する空想的シナリオも解かなければならない。しかし、革命の目的のために変容させる必要のある政治的想像力は、具体的な社会関係の中に、つまり、男女が自分たちの生活の道具と心で作る世界の中に存在する。セクー・トゥーレの言葉を借りれば、「世界はつねに人間の頭脳である」91 。それゆえ、私たちの社会のファンタジー＝現実を変革するための闘いは、それが規制する社会政治構造や制度を変革するための物質的な闘いでもなければならない。歴史は、ある社会の客観的な制度とその社会の生きた想像の間に広がる幻想的な地形の上で作られるからである。より重要なことは、その地形を行き来する人々、もはや「現実」が与えてくれる人生の可能性に見切りをつけることを望まず、他の呼びかけに耳を傾け、「現実」を自分たちの欲望に屈服させるために行動することを決意した人々によって作られるということである。これこそが真の「ピープル・パワー」であり、「ピープルズ・パワー」と呼ぶ人もいる。

[palominocorn]

Things that I had the misfortune of witnessing:

“Don’t identify as bi, it excludes trans and nonbinary people!”

“Don’t identify as ply, it’s a special snowflake identity!”

“Don’t identify as pan, you can’t guarantee you’re attracted to all genders!”

I’m getting the distinct impression that we’re all supposed to magically turn ourselves gay or something...

[m-spec-as-heck]

When u see someone vagueing about mspec lesbians

[katsukissy]

I apologize for the long answer in advance.

Okay, so here’s my analysis so far:

Hinata: sweet boy, lots of drive, his passion reminds me of Izuku’s, friendly, we like him as all people should. His reflexes are insane, love to see him both pop off and fail, as it’s wonderful when the main characters fail too.

Kageyama: Dude’s a strategical genius, to which I respect, and I like the fact that he’s already showing some character growth. He’s also supportive in a really convoluted way.

Both Hinata and Kageyama, I did not take seriously in the first episode. Was mostly just snickering at how concerned they were about a damn middle school game.

Now I have respect; they’re cool deuteragonists.

Daichi: Levelheaded, mature, I do not under any circumstances criticize his way of choosing to deal with Hinata and Kageyama in the beginning. Really cool.

Suga: I love him so much. Not in a crush way, but more of a “his emotional and social maturity is beyond a level I would expect from a bunch of high school students, and the trust he manages to so easily build with everyone is impressive.” Also, he willingly gave up his setter position? Absolute champ.

Tanaka: He’s funny, reminds me of my older guy cousins. Brash, but still supportive.

Tsukishima: The second he came up on screen, I was a little attracted to him, no lie. He’s cute; I’m looking. Not exactly a crush, and I haven’t had any more moments like that since he first showed up, but he’s there. Didn’t like how he antagonized Kageyama at first, but felt that was necessary for his character growth. Probably wouldn’t like my overachiever personality, as he apparently doesn’t enjoy zealous people. For example, you asked me for who I liked/who I kinned, and instead I gave you this. I like his analytical nature, and the fact that he knows when and when not to exert energy. Don’t like that his default is to not, but I think that just adds to the opposites attract thing I’ve got with him currently.

Tadashi: He’s a cutie. Haven’t seen enough of him on screen for me to make a real judgement, but he seems very support of Tsukkishima. Hope he has that kind of confidence in himself.

Oikawa: I’m not quite sure if I trust him yet? I don’t know. I know you like him, but I don’t know if I’m vibiing with him just yet. Need to see more interaction to determine how he treats Kageyama. Have to respect his skill level and mastery of the game, though.

Nishinoya: Noya is an absolute delight, and seems like the kind of character I’d be romantically interested in. Very much Wally West, whom I also had a crush on. His interesting take on drive and passion got to me, and I love his attitude with the other boys. I can tell he and Tsukishima don’t really get along yet. Feel like I’d be a libero too if I ever were to ply volleyball.

Asahi: Definition of gentle giant. Didn’t like how he indirectly hurt Suga and Noya by saying their efforts don’t matter if he can’t spike the ball over. Invalidated their efforts through his problems with his own self. Made amends though, and was really kind towards Hinata.

Kenma: Ooh, I like this one. Only met him in the last episode I watched, but he has a kind of adeptness for people reading I both find intelligent and wish I had/kind of relate to. Smart and underestimated. He acknowledges and respects the prowess of his opponents on the court, like Hinata, while also counteracting them. Love him.

Kuroo: I can’t really formulate an opinion yet as I haven’t seen much of him, but I thought his exchange with Daichi right before their practice game was fascinating. I would say I’m neutral edging on positive about him.

The one thing that irks me is that all they every really talk about with Kiyoko is her physical attractiveness. I want to see more of her character. Such is the way with a lot of anime.

People I can kind-of-kin so far: Nishinoya, Kenma, and Kageyama.

To Nishinoya, I get what it feels like to attempt your absolute best and have people criticize you for it or say it doesn’t mean anything.

To Kageyama, I understand what it’s like to be hardwired into putting peak amounts of effort into all you do, to the point where you subconsciously find it a prerequisite of life.

To Kenma, I can understand the lack of social skills and the ability to analyze the actions and personalities of the people around you.

People I’d have an inclination to crush on so far: Tsukishima, Noya, and Kenma.

Favorite: I’m a little more inclined towards Suga and Nishinoya, currently.

ahh noya and kags kinnie mwah mwah<333

to add to ur thoughts on kei,,,,, he’s kinda an ass, but i love him sm<3 i dont think kei would vibe w me, seeing as ‘m a flaboyant overachiever, but oh well. kei x reader, enemies to friends to lovers, slowburn looking real nice rn :]

[kae-and-boi]

day ii: tranquil

 the mountains of gusu are a quiet haven, until they are not

The Cloud Recesses is a place where noise is an unwelcome stranger.

Everything is done in a precise, efficient manner without being loud or more trouble than needed.  The only source of sound is the waterfalls that flow in the mountains that house the Cloud Recesses, instruments played by experienced hands, and the lectures of Lan QiRen.  There is no unnecessary noise, none of the loud clamor that fills the markets of Lotus Pier or the gossip that runs rampant at Koi Tower.

Their reputation of being the most poised and dignified of the cultivation sects has always been upheld with a near-religious carefulness, as all of the disciples of GusuLan never raise their voice and always deal with the matter at hand in a calm, practiced manner.  

(If Lan WangJi puts his mind to it, the loudest thing he had ever heard was the sound of baby SiZhui crying for his father, but even then he didn’t make too much of a ruckus.)

Wei WuXian is none of these things.

He is the wild, untamable summer storm that comes without warning, the pitter patter of its rain hitting the roof of the jingshi while Lan Zhan sleeps.  He is the roar of the waterfall as it pours over the mountainside, splashing down into the lake below. He is the strength of Bichen slicing through monster after monster, hard and unbreakable no matter what its shining blade touches.  He is uninhibited and completely unpredictable, the polar opposite of Lan Zhan and everything he and his sect stands for.

Wei Ying and his brother arrive at the end of spring, bringing the promise of summer and warm nights with him.  Lan Zhan does not greet them at the gates like his uncle and his brother do, instead remaining inside the jingshi where there is no noise and he can concentrate.  Later that night, Lan Huan comes to him and tells him of how Jiang Cheng, son of Jiang FengMian and Yu ZiYuan, and Nie HuaiSang, brother of Nie MingXue raptly listened to every word their uncle had said.  Wei WuXian had been the only one to roll his eyes and look out to the open sky, making Lan Zhan wrinkle his nose in distaste. His brother laughs, and tells him that it’s Lan Zhan’s turn to night patrol.

That night, there’s a smile in the dark bright enough to light up the darkness, two clay jars of Emperor’s Smile, and the sound of Bichen fruitlessly striking the roof tiles.  Wei Ying manages to drink an entire jar of rice wine before Lan Zhan has the sense to act, and later walks away without wobbling. Despite his apparent taste for rule breaking, Lan Zhan is vaguely impressed.

Wei WuXian, that he later learns is the rulebreaking boy's name, angers Lan QiRen the next day, causing his uncle to go so far as to throw a scroll at the disciple, breaking Rule no. 739.  It hits Nie HuaiSang square in the nose, and Lan Zhan finds himself thinking that he and Wei Ying will not get along at all.

The Library Pavilion remains the only place where Lan Zhan can find true peace and quiet now that the other sects’ disciples have all arrived, despite the Cloud Recesses being famed for always being tranquil and soothing.  No matter where he turns, Wei Ying is always there with his rambunctious smile and unruly ponytail, ready to say something outrageous to Lan WangJi.

He is in class, talking to Jiang Cheng and antagonizing Jin XiZuan while Lan QiRen scolds them.  

He is outside the cold spring, loud and splashing even when Lan Zhan makes it clear that his presence is not welcome.

He is in the dining hall, complaining that the food of Gusu is too bland, too tasteless while his brother says he just puts too much spice in his food.

He is in the fields, always chasing rabbits and napping in the warm summer sun while the other disciples train.

Then he appears in the pavilion, and the jingshi becomes Lan Zhan’s last resort for solitude.  

Wei Ying is not someone who can be easily ignored, he discovers.  The boy is always chattering about this or that, wheedling and plying words from Lan WangJi’s otherwise silent mouth.  His loud voice and prideful nature demand attention, and Lan WangJi is determined not to give it to him.  In the end, the boy always gets his way, whether it be an angry reaction or a reluctant agreement to whatever he’d just said.  It's infuriating and impressive at the same time, how annoying one disciple can be. 

Once he gets passed the initial irritation, Lan WangJi thinks that maybe, he and Wei Ying could be friends.

(And then a month passes, and Wei WuXian leaves the Library Pavilion with his sword and a wild laugh, leaving behind scattered papers and the sliver of rebellion in Lan Zhan’s heart.)

More time passes, and then Jiang FengMian is there to collect his wayward son after he instigates a fight with Jin ZiXuan.  He is not sad to see Wei WuXian go, but there is a little nagging voice in the back of his mind saying otherwise that he dismisses.

His brother Jiang Cheng stays behind and he is slightly better company that Wei Ying was, speaking when appropriate and never stepping out of line the way his adopted sibling did.  Nie HuaiSang is too scared to even come near Lan WangJi, which he supposes is for the best. (If he said accidentally said anything to offend one of the Twin Jades, his older brother was sure to break at least one of his bones.)  They leave all too soon, one year passing like the blink of an eye without the loud, undisciplined shadow of Wei Ying looming above them. Quiet returns to the Cloud Recesses, but Lan Zhan can feel something important missing, as if there were a large hole carved into his chest.

(Fourteen years and too many complications later, Lan Zhan realizes that Wei Ying was the thing that was missing.)

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[zamboni-princess]

GRE Word Root Study

A – agnostic

An – Anonymous

Ab -  abdicate

Able – insatiable

Ible – Tangible

Ac – acidic

Acr – acrid

Act – actuate

Ag – antagonize

Acou – acoustics

Ad – advance

Al/Ali/Alter – alternate

Am – amorous

Ambi – ambiguous

Amphi – amphibious

Ambl/Ambul – ambulatory

Anim – animated

Annui – Annual

Enni – perennial

Ant/Ante – anterior

Anthro – anthropology

Andr – androgynous

Anti – antimatter

Apo – apogee

Aqua – aquatic

Arch/Archi/Archy – archetype

Ard – arduous

Auto – autonomous

Be – belittle

Bel/Bell – Belladonna

Bell – antebellum

Ben/Bene – benefit

Bi/Bin – bifocal

Bon/Boun – bountiful

Brev – abbreviate

Brid – abridge

Burs – reimburse

Cad – cadence

Cid – coincidence

Cant/Cent/Chant – cantor

Cap – capture

Cip – participate

Cept – intercept

Cap/Captit/Cipit – captain

Card/Cord/Cour – cardiac

Carn – carnivore

Cast – outcast

Chaste – chastise

Caus/Caut – cauterize

Ced/Ceed – intercede

Cess – abscess

Celer – accelerate

Cent – centennial

Centr – central

Cern/Cert -  discern

Cret/Crit - discriminate

Crim – criminal

Chrom – monochrome

Chron – chronological

Circu/Circum – circumvent

Cis – desist

Cla/Clo/Clu – close

Claim/Clam – clamor

Cli – incline

Co/Col/Com/Con – collective, comradery

Cogn/Conn – cognitive

Contra/Contro – contraceptive

Counter – Counterproductive

Corp/Cors – corporation

Cosm – cosmic

Cour – courier

Cur – recurrent

Cre/Cret/Cresc - crescendo

Cred – credible

Crypt – cryptic

Cub/cumb – succumb

Culp – culpable

Dac – didactic

Doc – doctrine

De – detach

Dele – delete

Dem – democracy

Dext – ambidextrous

Di – diary

Di/Dia – dialogue

Di/Dif/Dis -discontinue

Dic/Dict/Dit – diction

Dign – dignity

Dog/Dox – dogma

Dol – condolences

Don/Dot/Dow – endow

Dorm – dormant

Dors – dorsal

Dub – dubious

Duc/Duct – aqueduct

Dulc – dulce

Dur – durable

Dys -dysfunctional

E/Ex – extramarital

Ego – egotistic

Em/En – engage

Epi – epidural

Equ – equilateral

Err – erroneous

Esce – adolescence

Eu – eulogy

Extra – extraterrestrial

Fab/fam – fabricate

Fac/Fic/Fig/Fait/Feit/Fy – fiction, figure, counterfeit

Fal – fallacy

Fatu – infatuate

Fer – transfer

Ferv – fervent

Fi/Fid – fidelity

Fin – infinite

Flagr/Flam – flammable

Flect/Flex – deflect, reflex

Flu/Flux – Fluctuate, reflux

Fore – forbearance

Fort – unfortunate

Fort – fortitude

Fra/Frac – fracture

Frag/Fring – fragment

Fug – refugee

Fulg – interfulgent

Fum – fumes

Fus – refuse

Gen – genesis

Gni/Gno – agnostic

Grad/Gress – transgress

Gram/Graph – telegram, telegraph

Grat – gratitude

Greg – segregation

Hap – happenstance

Hemi – hemisphere

Her/Hes – Adhere, adhesive

Hetero – heteronormative

Hol – holistic

Hom – Homogenous

Hum – humanity

Hyper – hyperactive

Hypo – hypochondriac

Icon – iconic

Idio – idiosyncrasy

In/Im – impartial

In/Im – Impervious

Inter – interstellar

Intra – intrastate

It/Iter – itinerary

Ject – object

Joc – jockey

Join/Jug/Junct – conjugate, conjunction, conjoin

Jour – journal

Jur – jurisdiction

Juv -juvenile

Lang/Ling – lingual

Laud – applaud

Lav/Lau/Lu – launder

Lax/Lease/Les – loose

Lec – lecture

Leg/Lex – Lexicon

Lect/Leg – selection

Lev – levitate

Li/Lig – ligament

Liber – liberty

Lith – blithe

Loc/Log/Loqu – loquacious

Luc/Lum/Lus – illuminate

Lud/Lus – delude, illusion

Macro – macro-economics

Mag – magnificent

Maj – majestic

Max – maximum

Mal/Male – malevolent

Man/Manu – manipulate

Mand/Mend – commend, demand

Medi – medial

Mega – Megadome

Micro – microorganism

Min – miniscule

Mis – mishap

Mise – compromise

Mob/Mom/Mot/Mov – motor, movement

Moll – emollient

Mon/mono – monorail

Mon/Monit – monitor

Mor/Mort – mortician

Morph – amorphic

Mult – multitude

Mut – mutation

Nat/Nas/Nai/Gna – cognate

Nau/Nav – nautical

Nihil – annihilate

Noc/Nox – noxious

Noct/Nox – nocturnal

Nom ��� economy

Nom/Nym/Noun/Nown – renown, nominate

Non – nondescript

Nounc/Nunc – annunciate, pronounce

Nov/Neo/Nou – novitiate

Null – annul

Ob – obstain

Omni – omnipotent

Oner – exonerate

Oss/Oste – ossicles

Pac/Peac – peaceful

Palp – palpable

Pan/Pant – expandable

Par – partake

Para – paradigm

Pas/Pat/Path – pathology

Pau/Po/Pov/Pu – impoverish, pauper

Pec – pecuniary

Ped – pediatrics

Ped/Pod – podiatrist

Pel – propel

Pen/Pun – compensate

Pen/Pene – penultimate

Pend/pens – compensate

Per – per chance

Peri – pericardium

Pet/Pit – competition

Phil – philanthropy

Phob – phobia

Phon – phonetics

Photo – photosynthesis

Plac – placate, complacent

Ple/Plen – plentiful

Plex/Plic/Ply – complex

Poly – polyhedron

Pon/Pos/Pound – position

Port – portage

Post – posterior

Pot – potion

Pre – prefrontal

Prehend/Prise – apprehend

Pri/Prim – primordial

Pro – proficient

Prob – probe

Prod/Prox – approximate

Pro/Proto – prototype

Psud/Pseudo – pseudonym

Pug – repugnant

Punc/Pung/Poign – punctuate, poignant

Pyr – pyrotechnics

Quad/Quar/Quat – quarter

Que/Quis – quest

Quie/Quit – quiet

Quin/Quint – quintuplets

Raci/Radi – radiate

Rami – ramification

Re – repeat

Rect – erect

Reg – regal

Retro -retrograde

Rid/Ris – ridicule

Rog – interrogate

Rub/Rud – ruddy

Rud – rude

Sacri/Sanct – sanctify

Sag/Sap/Sav – sage

Sal/Sil/Sault/sult – somersault

Sal – salt

Salu – salutations

Salv – salvage

San – sanitary

Sang – sanguine

Sat – insatiable

Sci – omniscience

Scribe/Script – scripture

Se – separate

Sec/Seq/Sue/Sui – sequential

Sed/Sess/Sid – possess

Sem – seminary

Semi – semicircle

Sen – senior

Sens/Sent – sentient

Sin/Sinu -sinusoidal

Sol – solitude

Sol – solace

Sol – solstice

Somn – insomnia

Soph – sophisticated

Sourc/Surg/Surrect – resurrect

Spec/Spic – speculate

Spir – respiration

Sta/Sti – stationary

Strict/String/Strang – stringent, strangle

Sua – suave

Sub/Sup – subliminal

Summ – summit

Super/Sur – surpass

Sym/syn – sync

Tac/Tic – tactical

Tact/Tag/Tam/Tang – tactile, tangible

Tain/Ten/Tent/Tin – maintain, tenant

Tend/Tens/Tent/Tenu – distend, tense

Test – tesify

Theo – theologian

Therm – thermometer

Tim – intimidate

Tor/Torq/Tort – contort

Torp – torpedo

Tox – toxin

Tract – tractor

Trans – transatlantic

Ult – ultimate

Umbr – umbrion

Un – unavailable

Und – undertow

Uni/Un – universal

Urb – urban

Us/Ut – utilize

Vail/Val – valiant

Ven/Vent – venture

Ver – verity

Verb – verbiage

Verd – verdigris

Vers/Vert – convert

Vi – viable

Vid/Vis – visualize

Vil – anvil

Vira – viral

Voc/Vok – vocation

Vol – volunteer

Vola/Volv – revolve

Vor - carnivorous

[halfletterpress]

We are sad to share that our friend Jean Toche, co-founder of Guerilla Art Action Group (GAAG), was found dead on July 9th. Marc has written a letter that we include below.

— Temporary Services (Brett Bloom & Marc Fischer)

Marc wrote:

Earlier this afternoon I received an email from Jon Hendricks that Jean Toche has died. Toche was found in his bed at home in Staten Island by police today. Foul play is not expected to be the cause. 

Toche, along with Jon Hendricks, Poppy Johnson, Silvianna, Joanne Stamerra, and his late wife Virginia Toche, was a member of Guerrilla Art Action Group. The group's primary years of work were between 1969-1979, but much of their activity happened between 1969 and 1971. Temporary Services, along with our friend Stephen Perkins, reached out to Jean in 2008 and interviewed him for a lengthy booklet. You can download a free PDF of it in a link below. 

Jean was a delight. He had done few if any interviews in many years and the invitation was obviously meaningful to him. He insisted on answering our questions through the mail and treated the pages like a performance space. He was extra happy with the booklet we made and shared copies with friends all over the world. 

Brett from Temporary Services was able to visit Jean at his home soon after we printed the publication and later I was able to make the same visit with Alan W. Moore. Jean was an extremely generous host, plying us with champagne and rich cheeses and paté in his garden. The garden was a great source of pride for him and he showed us before and after photos of what the yard looked like when he and Virginia moved in many years before. 

Our friendship continued for years after the booklet and Jean constantly sent us hilarious inflammatory letters about whatever was happening in the world that pissed him off on any given day. He wrote countless letters to the editors of various papers—the New York Times in particular—and CC'd Temporary Services and others by sending photocopies. At some point he stopped using envelopes and wrote his outrageous messages on postcards. There was at least one letter that was sealed with nothing in it, and Jean's entire text scrawled on the back of the envelope. 

Jean Toche never stopped fighting. He enraged his neighbors with his political views. His told me his cat was threatened at one point. He used his voice mail as a medium and would regularly change the message—often recording calls for action so violent and absurd that I'm not going to repeat them. I suspect he was always home whenever I called but let the call go to voice mail just so the caller would have to hear his message. 

Well into his 80s, he never stopped paying attention to the world around him. He made a nude photo and text piece at one point expressing solidarity with Pussy Riot. He loved to antagonize the art world in his mailings and if there was a bridge that went from Chelsea to Staten Island, I'm sure he would have tried to burn it. At some point I became a lousy penpal and in 2016 the mailings from Jean fell off. It was hard to keep up with him but I should have done a better job. 

Guerrilla Art Action Group's work is very important and should be more well known than it is. The primary book on their work, published by Printed Matter, was reprinted a while back and I'm glad Jean got to see that happen in his lifetime. It's still available and well worth seeking out. 

Goodbye Jean! You were a lovely, kind, prickly man and a true pleasure to know. Also, you would have never seen this, because you refused to use the internet! Because you insisted you were banned from the internet! Download the booklet we made together here.

[posi-pan]

there’s a character (quentin coldwater from the magicians) that i strongly headcanon as pan, but the fandom pretty much universally refers to him as bi. i’m not caught up fully, so i checked the wiki and it says he’s confirmed bi—but it doesn’t ever say that they use the word bi in canon. it’s just “he’s had both female and male canon love interests”.

this is frustrating because i want to post a fic with him being pan without people yelling at me, but i’m also just annoyed as this “bi as mspec default and anything else is weird and wrong” trend in fandom. let people be pan/omni/poly 2022.

preach!!!! it's really frustrating that those wiki pages declare any mspec character canon bisexual, as if it's just a given and doesn't need to be confirmed with the word, in or out of text, because there aren't any other possibilities for the character. it's erasure, honestly. fandoms suck when it comes to not erasing every mspec identity that isn't bi.

[a-polite-melody]

"multispec antagonism" lol get cucked

Oh, what an edgelord we have on our hands here!!!

Exclusionists really not helping their case about just being anti-SJWs, example... too high a number to count at this point.

Also, gotta love when aphobes are also trying to mock the shit bi, pan, ply, omni, and other multispecs go through. Not helping their case about just repackaging bi discourse either.

[zalrb]

Damon, TAKE STEALTH LESSONS {2x04 Review}

1. I’m sorry, we really need to talk about how this twenty year old man is this jealous over his 17 year old brother, like get over yourself, Damon and grow up, be an older brother. Stefan is SEVENTEEN.

2. In this dream, Elena says that it’s Damon’s turn at the pool table but then Elena is the one who’s playing while Damon is like teaching her how to play even though Elena can play pool but I guess Katherine wouldn’t know about the last part.

3. Also I’m laughing because when would Damon and Elena actually do anything like play pool in their actual relationship.

4. Tyler is actually being quite calm considering he knows werewolves exist now.

5. Katherine actually annoyed me in this episode, mostly when she’s trying to be coy about werewolves, something about Nina’s enunciations and she exaggerates her features the way Ian does for Damon.

6. I still have no idea why all the vampires would look to Katherine.

7. Katherine, my girl, why would Stefan come back to MF to fall in love with you all over again when he thought you died? Girl, stop.

8. Stefan is also a lot better at emotional manipulation than Damon like Damon does it the most and he does it aggressively but Stefan is way more stealth when he does it. 

9. I can appreciate that Stefan is given the chance to torture his abuser but I am hella annoyed that Caroline wasn’t afforded the same chance with Damon.

10. I find it ridiculous that Elena tells Jenna to be nice to Damon when Damon killed her brother and Jenna’s nephew and I also find it ridiculous that Jenna tells Elena she’ll be nice when Damon “keeps [his] paws off [her]” and doesn’t tell Damon to leave her underage niece alone. Like Jenna, he was flirting with you and Matt’s mother at the bar! And this whole dynamic makes me question why Elena didn’t question Stefan and Damon dating one woman before she knew they were vampires because Stefan and Damon dating one woman is like her and Jenna dating the same guy.

11. Now when I watch the scene of Mason and Damon introducing themselves I think of that blooper when Ian goes, “Oh hey I’m Ian”, completely ruined the scene because now I expect Ian to introduce himself as Ian.

12. Lol Caroline trying to break up Stefan and Elena on Katherine’s orders just makes me laugh now.

13. But she’s eating chips and now I want chips.

14. Katherine legitimately comes off as a delusional, crazy ex girlfriend. “Does she know that you love me?” but like pretty much any woman who falls for Stefan comes off that way and that includes Elena storming into Tessa’s cabin when she had no business there. 

15. Also they need to establish time with vampires because I’m sitting here thinking like, for argument’s sake, let’s say Stefan did love you in 1864, Katherine, that doesn’t suggest that he would love you over 100 years later, 100 years is a long ass time and throughout those years you watched him and he wasn’t pining for you and he thought you DIED soooooooooooo, I need to know if 100 years is considered like a year for a vampire especially since in season 7 Caroline is freaking out over Stefan being away for 3 years and gets her ass engaged in that time so like RULES.

16. It also makes absolutely no sense to me that Katherine would be staying in a house full of men in 1864 Virginia and everyone is OK with it. Propriety was a thing.

17. Damon stays being trash. “Is my love not enough?” well I don’t know, Damon, who did she take to the ball? It wasn’t you. She didn’t even speak to you all night! WHAT DO YOU THINK.

18. “I never compelled your love” but here’s the thing besides the fact that Stefan was clearly just infatuated, it doesn’t matter because once you do start compelling him, it all goes out the window, it poisons and pollutes what was there before because then you make him your victim, you take away how he truly feels about something and continue a relationship with him then everything that comes from that can never be completely real particularly since she compelled Stefan to drink her blood, like she really fucked up his life though.

19. DAMON IS SO BAD AT BEING STEALTHY. Yes, let’s antagonize Mason openly with pictionary because that is SO smart. Damon is bad at stealth also because he has a false sense of power and intelligence but Caroline’s “Puppy! Puppy! Puppy with a tutu!” is hilarious.

20. “Aunt Jenna is getting tipsy.” “Will you stop plying her with alcohol?” “Well I want her to like me! Nice. Very nice. A tactic he also uses on Elena in 1x11. This is typical predatory behaviour.

21. Also Damon is just UP in Elena’s space and she’s actually constantly startled and uncomfortable, that isn’t sexual tension.

22. Elena, aren’t you at all conflicted by the fact that Damon plans on stabbing one of your friend’s uncle? Like that just doesn’t cross your mind?

23. “You were so scared of me I had to take away your fear” or you could’ve left him alone, Katherine.

24. OK so George Lockwood was a werewolf and Katherine knew he was a werewolf and he knew she was a vampire and he decided because she knew he was a werewolf to tell the council about the vampires living in the town but was willing to strike a deal with the one person who knew he was a werewolf? I guess...

25. Damon and Alaric are SO obvious, it really annoys me.

26. Lol, Elena is like ... Stefan didn’t pick up his phone or answered any of my messages or texts so obviously I am going to his house. Cute.

27. “And Damon being Damon nearly ruined everything” pretty much an exact description of Damon.

28. “Is that the only thing that makes me terrible?” Damon, you killed her nephew.

29. Elena was never really big on defending her relationships to other people but she was definitely more protective of her relationship with Stefan when Caroline attacks it this episode than she was of her relationship to Damon when Caroline attacks that. 4x08 doesn’t count because she was Sired.

30. Damon is fucking ridiculous, it isn’t a full moon, he tried to kill Mason by stabbing him and it didn’t work and he just stands there? You’re not going to try any other methods? No, you’ll wait to rip his heart out then taunt Katherine with it and get Jenna stabbed. Jackass.

31. I don’t go hard for Katherine as a lot of you may know but that line is still fucking great, “I will kill everyone she loves WHILE she watches and then I will kill her while YOU watch” like that’s fucked up.

32. Paul’s expression when Katherine breaks free of the chains is actually kind of amazing and the way he’s like “why, why” like he’s just SO confused. “I told you! I missed you Stefan!” legit crazy ex-girlfriend.

33. Seriously love how Stefan and Elena like have to hug right after they experience something traumatic.

34. I’m sorry but Katherine just isn’t threatening. At last when Isobel came into town, to prove her point she had Matt’s arm nearly crushed.

35. Why is Tyler only obsessed with how the curse is triggered and not the fact that his uncle actually turns into a wolf? And like what’s it like to be a wolf and how long he was a wolf and why they call it a CURSE?

36. YO. I was so scared when this episode aired and the break up scene happened, I was like OMG NOOOOOOO.

37. And then he was in her room and they were all fucking cute and I was like OK YOU SCARED ME.

38. That moan when they kiss tho.

39. I remember my best friend and I watching this in our uni library and when Katherine kisses Dead Stefan’s lips she turned to me and was like SEE? SHE CARES! She was so excited and I was like ... she’s trying to get in between SE right now so idgaf. And she rolled her eyes. I remember that SO clearly.

40. It is a sweet scene with nice music tho.

Thanks for reading!

[writer59january13]

the personal as political

     Analogous to turning radio dial upon frequency modulation blaring favorite station suddenly naturally accompanying discernible pronounced surge of static sound waves (especially at broadcaster airing hottest tunes, one feels induced to:i. hurl the bloody high fidelity top of line stereo system (of a down) out the window; ii. inflict self harm preceded via blood letting leeches; iii. upgrading additional memory application for the pseudo donny mass writer of these words.

    Either measure only increases popping, crackling, snapchatting along the bandwidth incorporating other audiological frequencies, particularly where religious channels (despite substantial distances) blast forth loud and clear.

    The same inexplicable phenomena (i.e. intense electronic "noise" arises when adjusting the audio knob to the sole survivor classical station, when Bach in the day, this heir of a renown Kapellmeister (who frowns on adulation, exaltation, or illustration of self) since his upbringing arose from humble origins (species unknown).

    As appreciation of the Latin phrase reductio ad absurdum please let the following Biblical apothegm be totally irrelevant despite admission, allusion without exoneration, collusion with uber collision coverage Lyft Nationwide, attestation, et cetera from this atheist absent any clear cut kindling correlation.    

    "It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven, "scripture quoting Jesus recorded in the synoptic gospels: I tell you the truth, it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. 

    Rebuttal warning! Do not avert your gaze unless ye can explain how a large animal (usually with at least one hump per dink) can slip thru a hole slightly bigger than a pinhead.

    A hunch that biochemists must be cloning near microscopic dromedary or one mega size sewing needle. Nonetheless and needless to "say", these beasts of burden mainly suitable as caravanserai for ants found in France.          

     While adorned with figurative blinders, this scrivener lacked horse sense asper posting an unbridled bit tinged with political undertones. A reader felt stirred up after I trotted out said spur re: us writing on an undisclosed social media website.                

     The garbled galloping gaffe sparked an online dressing down toward my riding high on the saddle communique titled piece hove crop "Putin (Non Gmo Gluten Free Cheese) On The Ritz. 

    Said unnamed person on BLANK social media platform called me out. This stallion wannabe did not rein in written transgression. Without taking lock, stock and barrel of unfettered poetic disquisition, yours truly admittedly (in the mane) went a foal and did not harness verboten non tack tickle verbiage.  

    No disagreement against deserved, unsolicited reaction to get (figuratively) whipped. This chap does pony up punning about United States government. 

    He accepts withering, trotting out blistering umbrage defying strictures disallowing hinted Democratic or Republican points hoof view. 

    Rather than agitate, dilate (as opposed to early tomb hie death), gyrate Jar Jar Binks (this included for nary a handy dandy blues clues) jesting meaninglessly per singing vapidly yields phone knee baloney.

    Quite understandable my poppycock bolted uncontrollably from metaphorical stable. The unexpurgated missive will not be repeated lest the online facilitator once again take umbrage, and goes hay wire. 

     Perhaps privilege to post future feeble lettered attempts of mine will be immediately corralled.     That outcome preferable versus being jailed, and unable to pay bale!     If this wordsmith fetlock hit, he could choose to expand this pablum add hock (whose barn storming emanates about thirty five miles northwest of Filly), he will not breach codas effecting fearsome heretical invective. 

    He avers that his previous gam bit trespassed outside the parameters decreed by virtual facilitator. Hands held high, yours truly pleaded tubby put in a paddock.      

     Such indiscriminate neigh saying in violation of specific stricture barring politics casts me as no mister Ed, but mane lee in farrier to other riders with threat from online.      

     Hoop fully, all Apollo gees twill be accepted from this matted Harris Tweed Scottish tartan ode dee us pencil necked geek. Obliviousness (came in like a cowpoke and out like a bovine chip from the outskirts of Poker Flats) momentarily loo sing me mum oar rings (matter of fact rudderless syndrome over washing minimal shreds of moost every sketchily etched convoluted asininely worded pastiche of gobbledygook.      

     Noun intent for this subject to be the direct object of textured scorn, ridicule, quilted pun hush ment. Yea, he unwittingly, unintentionally, unequivocally, et cetera impinged on the pro noun sta taboo stipulated off limits of Marcy's Playground veering into the sandbox of politics. 

    Honest tug hod, this plain spoken tired unpretentious varmint steers clear broaching controversial matter, and hence dust newt take objection sans mild rebuke, cuz aye hate to roil hull lee revile reasonable rationale.       

     Ma miner over the fence blithe asseveration for recognition kindled jarring displeasure on behalf of forum moderator, now finds this bone a fide add hock tweedle dum in the snoop doggy dog doubling up as Pooh's house (for Whinny zee Equine you ninny!           

     The innocuous missive not purposely POSTED to incite antagonism, nor does deliberate intent to aggravate, provoke hostility invoking comment against zero tolerance alluding to politically decreed material. this non-confrontational fellow found himself unexpectedly locked in digital crosshairs while in hot water in reference my painted posting regarding politics.

      Aye proclaim genuine heartfelt displeasure at myself for unintended provocation, disapprobation, yet also bring to light that expressing sentiments about one nagging (dog gone) pet peeve tubular theme almost invariably impinges on notions tangential to other than the idea espoused. 

    Thus in my humble opinion, this reasonably cogent, fervent, intelligent, (non-biased) et cetera versatile nebbish wordsmith doth not blatantly, deliberately, flagrantly, et cetera drive his focus along track of controversial route, (and find himself railroaded in the process) without exposing indirect objection pertaining to a hot button issue. 

    Brainstorming bupkis on thy Facebook page will not draw the same degree of ire -land ding ma tushy on a vermin invested clinker with only thin gruel ladled out by an oaf phish shuss jail warden, whose near eternal presence monitoring word manglers (who dangerously split infinities, ply pluperfect phraseology, dangle modifiers, et cetera.

adieu: matthew scott harris

[palominocorn]

“Bisexual women are more likely to experience abuse than straight or lesbian women, regardless of the gender of their partner.”

You know what, I don’t like passive language when it comes to abuse. Let’s flip that statement around.

“Men are more likely to abuse bi women than straight women.”

“Lesbians are more likely to abuse bi women than other lesbians.”

Take your “monosexism isn’t real” and go to hell with it.

[ara-la]

Another TX prisoner speaks; Comrade Kado

Sacrificing Self: Activism Beyond the Wall

by Comrade Kado

    In the “care” and custody of prison nations’  notoriously cruel souther giant - Texas - one might question how so bad a circumstance could become worse… as an activist for human rights and prison abolition, housed in solitary confinement, you may consider that this is as bad as it gets. Before picking  up this pen and typing paper in pursuance of liberation for the human people bound, abused, and silenced by the oppressors of a corrupt nation - I safeguarded as best I could against retaliation. I had zero cases for any type of misconduct in a number of years,  so made this point known of misconduct in a number of years, so made this point known and clear.

    A very dedicated contact, and supporter in this - the revolution - even had the governor Greg Abbott request an inquiry of my disciplinary history. This done because  of how activists’ seem to “suddenly” get cases and thus receive very restrictive, repressive and oppressive custody levels) for a time this seemed sufficient to combat the silencing tactics used lash out at me for voice, my struggle… of course I had to endure  such problematic issues as: mail being withheld going outside or coming to me, sudden moves to housing that is close proximity with violently disruptive prisoners and even having my property and family addresses “mistakenly” into another offenders’ cell, along  with property taken without receiving confiscation papers during annual lock down… I endured those things and considered them merely part of this struggle.

    Current events I bring to you now are to expose the actions and lengths the oppressors go to.. Ad Seg  is a very effective tool to pick apart any targeted “offender”. Separated, isolated with no witnesses beyond the officers and staff. Every action is not random and has purpose. Once a weakness presents itself it is capitalized upon. I bring this to the attention  of you comrades, not for the purpose of discouragement, nor sympathy.. Simply for you to know the opposition, to know what to prepare for.

    Recently I received a Jpay email that my grandmother was in final stages of colon cancer. The doctors gave her a week.  In Seg, only 5 minute calls are permitted upon request every 90 days (if offenders are case free). As it had not been 90 days since my last call I need to request an emergency call. This is done for deaths in the family or similar circumstances. I spoke to  each shift sergeant I saw. Everyone promised to let me say goodbye to the loved one I would never see or speak to again.. As days ticked by and I paced that cell, people were pulled on my line building for calls only to stop right before my cell and feign  some problem or another.

    This, of course, had me in a state of desperate anticipation - a desired effect… a man in an already agonizing state is expected to break or lash out when he is agitated further (i.e. losing mail, antagonizing, denial of recreation,  cold or small portioned food trays adding hunger to the state of hurt.. It goes on and on - it also works. Around the tenth day I stop a C.O. “Skaggs” while he is doing phone calls and ask him to just look at the jpay email. After seen that there had been  so much time past the week my grandmother was given left, and also that those sergeants’ I spoke to still did not have me on the list for call. He took the Jpay email down to the office himself to see what he could do. He came back and took me to call. Skaggs  also had to listen to m call (they do that for Seg).

    My mother answered while in the funeral home - grandma passed and Mom was so overcome with emotion she was unable to speak… I’d been given such a notice that I had plenty of time to say my goodbye… C.O.  Skaggs was very compassionate and since my mom was hysterical and unable to talk due to being in the funeral home - he told me to let my mother know I would call that following day between 7pm and 8pm. No call was given. Two days crawled by - no doubt with  my mother, who also had failing health, worried senseless about me or why I never called back… Skaggs returned to my cell front to apologize and let m know that “Higher up” reprimanded him for what he did and that I had to take it up with his superiors. No  call was ever given.

    Now it is known by the oppressors I am in a bad mindstate on top of being in solitary - time to ply their trade. My mail is held ridiculously long periods of time, more “shake downs” of my cell, cold food.. Then a suicide occurs and another  liver failure which I expose and the “big guns” come out.

    The day following my exposure of a young man’s suicide, (see “Dropping Like Flies”) I am approached by a female sergeant at my cell front close to ten-o’clock night-time and asked my statement on a bogus case. A case alleging I committed an offense in public at 9pm that night. THen I am ordered to strip out of my clothes, put on only boxer shorts, submit to restraints and go to level 2 without my property, without due process.. I am now housed surrounded  by screaming, raving offenders who are the poor souls that have long ago lost themselves to the cruelty , the oppression and torture of TDCJ. Now they themselves are used as tools of torment… no way to find sleep, the smell of fecal matter, urine and bodies  unwashed for months… this is how Texas fights activism, this is Texas Justice.

    I am not to be broken, I have been lucky to land here… the terrible cruelties that I witness here will find a voice to the people who make the struggle possible. I worry that my  health is at risk, and if I fall silent, it may be that they have stopped mail, or taken a step further.. I have gotten word Comrade Malik is very sick. (Following the triumph in federal court??)

    Please follow up on his condition and care under TDCJ custody - mine also. Today I had to stop every officer working, sergeant “Brown” and still was left for close to 4 hours dealing with chest pain and dizziness before being escorted to medical where my blood pressure was in the red! None of my medication was brought  to my new cell. My concerns for my health and safety are very real, these people aren’t happy - looks like I’m doing my job. Struggle not and you are but a slave!

    Revolutionaries, you are the voice to protest  and with a great love for the people and mighty rage against oppression I shall struggle until I’m free or dead. Fight the power! Fight for freedom! Fight toxic prisons!!

Comrade Kado

    Please contact me with any letters of support, news of the struggle or simple words in solidarity. (if you email me & desire a response - leave your snail mail address)

Email at:

www.jpay.com (Noah Jack Coffin #1795167)

Mail: Noah Coffin #1795167

2665 Prison Rd  #1, Lovelady, TX. 75851

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