#the kid that gets joked on as a school shooter

[nishimuramp4]

untitled #2

synopsis: you're the one responsible for riki's ostracization in school. but after you catch your boyfriend cheating, it's him you use for comfort.

content warnings: dubcon veering towards noncon, public sex, humiliation

wc: 3.5k!

it wasn’t like you had hated him from the start. on the contrary, when riki had walked into homeroom in october, a month after the school year had started, you had actually found him attractive enough. he was tall, with pouty lips, a scowl that you would soon learn was permanent, and dark hair that fell into his eyes. his eyes, which you couldn’t stand. their gaze was disconcerting; they held a quiet sort of power, a hidden well of dominance. it made your skin crawl. 

you had watched him from the back of the classroom. the tables in your classroom were clustered into tables of six. you and your friends always took the back of any room, so you could get away with sneaking a hit of the ubiquitous vape that got passed around. riki, after mumbling his name to you all with his head bowed, had shuffled to one of the empty seats at the front. 

“new kid’s not bad,” yiyeon had said. she twirled a mechanical pencil between her fingers, her eyes running over the back of his head. 

“he needs to get his ass on the basketball team,” sungho had said, garnering a few chuckles from the others. your boyfriend, heeseung, didn’t say a word. he was sitting beside you. he, too, was staring at the new kid. unlike yiyeon, his curiosity stemmed from a source you recognized well. insecurity. a transfer student with handsome features, height that rivaled heeseung, a low, rumbly voice, and the faint beginnings of self-assurance. 

you had snapped into action quickly. “he’s all right,” you had said, glancing at heeseung for approval. he was still unmoving, eyebrows creased in annoyance. unwilling to let things continue, you had scoured your desk. finding a small white eraser, you waited until the teacher had their back turned to the class before throwing it at riki’s head. he rubbed the spot, reached down, picked up the eraser, examined it. it had bothered you that he didn’t immediately turn around to see who it was. 

finally, riki slowly looked behind him, one hand still on his head. you gave him a sarcastic smile and a little wave, which finally made heeseung laugh. “careful,” heeseung had said, ruffling your hair, “he’ll get a crush on you.”

“please,” you said, emphasizing the pronunciation of your words so riki could read your lips. “incel over there wishes.”

sungho slapped the table, fighting off a laugh. “he does look like an incel,” he had said, gesturing at riki. “school shooter-looking ass.” riki had been wearing a large black hoodie over a pair of camo pants that day. you remembered it well. 

“school shooter,” lee, a girl you vaguely suspected was trying to steal your man, said with an overly effusive laugh. “he really does, though.”

heeseung had grinned at you as though you had made the joke, and you beamed at him. riki had turned back around, head hunched and shoulders bent. 

you hadn’t intended on bullying him, necessarily. things just happened that way. he happened to have the locker near yours, so you would tell him to eat shit and threaten to slam his face into the metal. he happened to share the same gym class as your boyfriend, so you’d break into his locker and cut holes into his uniform. apparently he was broke, like a lot of the students here were, so he had to walk around wearing tattered clothes. how were you supposed to know? 

the incel comments weren’t your fault, either. you had made the first move, but riki perpetuated it by always wearing baggy clothes, lumbering down the hallway with his headphones over his pierced ears, by mumbling when he spoke. 

once, you had tossed your milk container on the contents of his locker. you had had a shitty day, and your friends were all busy that lunch break, so you had been wandering the halls aimlessly. now you got to see riki’s hands lock up, his mouth gaping as he stared at his soiled belongings. 

“it’ll reek,” you had said, crunching the carton in your hands and tossing it inside his locker. it landed on his wet school binders. “you’re used to smelling like shit, so this should be nothing to you.”

riki’s lip had trembled, but not out of fear. no, this was the indignance of a child that had been spanked, knowing that an injustice had been dealt but lacking the strength to do a thing about it. “why do you do this?” it was rare for riki to speak, so hearing his gravelly voice surprised you. you masked it with an easygoing shrug. 

“why not?” you had replied breezily. 

“why me?” his voice had a cloying, pleading tone that warmed you to your bones. it pleased you so much, you nearly reached out to pinch his cheek. then he looked at you, and his eyes frightened you. there was that steely resilience again, that iciness underneath a countenance best described as “simpering.” it disturbed you, enough that you took an imperceptive step back. 

“because,” you had said. “i just don’t like you.”

riki had looked up to the ceiling, biting his lip, before looking down at you again. “you don’t even know me.”

“don’t need to,” you had said, wiping a drop of milk that had landed on your sleeve. 

students streamed by the two of you, ignoring the spectacle. for the better. you hated an audience. it was heeseung who liked to have all eyes on him, who liked to command attention, assert himself. you were comfortable being his girlfriend, lavishing in the privilege of getting to blend in. people were like nails: if they stuck out, they needed to be hammered into submission. 

“you’ll get yours,” riki had said softly, crouching down to examine his binders. the surety with which he said the words disturbed you, so you slammed the locker beside his, just to see him flinch. 

“you keep believing that,” you had said. “you keep believing that bad things happen to bad people. childish dumb-fuck.”

“they do,” riki said, and you resisted the overwhelming desire to wrench some of his hair into your hands, twist it, make him scream, make him cry. you couldn’t make a scene. heeseung would hear about it, anyways. 

instead, you crouched to riki’s level. “then you must be a bad person,” you had said. “bad things just keep happening to you, huh?” 

there was a small droplet of milk resting on his lip, stray spray from the carton you had thrown. he had noticed you staring at his mouth and wiped it off himself. “like i said, you don’t know anything about me.”

“ooh,” you had said, mockingly raising your hands in the air. “look out. tough guy riki.” riki stood up, having finished his assessment of his binder, and you realized just how tall he was. you quickly scrambled to your feet. “see you around.” with a final bang on his locker, you had left, the memory of his stare lingering in your head. 

of course, you loved bothering him. there was something satisfying about seeing a guy so tall, so broad, flinching when you threw something at him. when you walked by him, you reveled in the way he would avert his gaze, awaiting the next cruel taunt. it didn’t help that you were constantly flanked by your friend group, including heeseung. besides being tall, heeseung had long since developed a reputation at the school. the best parties were at his place, he organized the bonfires in the woods at the school, he had an older brother who could get his friends weed. being his girlfriend awarded you with social capital you wouldn’t have on your own.

which is why you almost fell apart when you walked into the parking lot after school and saw heeseung sucking face with lee against his car, a beat-up honda civic. a part of you wanted to confront him, but you knew that a public confrontation would turn into a private fight, and possibly a breakup. you didn’t know if you wanted to break up with him. the three of you had all had academic obligations which required you to stay later after school, so the plan was to finish up, have heeseung drive you to his place, pre-game, then go to a party at sungho’s. you had finished up a little earlier, so you had wanted to surprise heeseung. instead, you watched as your boyfriend of six months and a girl who had previously referred to you as her friend made out with each other in broad daylight.

spinning on your heel, you stormed into the school’s building, searching for a place to cry. you had to recollect yourself, find a way to regain control of yourself. the bathrooms were no good: at any given time, there was a cluster of girls in them smoking or vaping or passing around a plastic bottle of vodka. a teacher might come into an empty classroom, and the last thing you needed was to bare your soul to someone who loathed you as much as you did them. 

finally, you decided on the computer lab on the second floor. it was still open at this time, and it was very rarely occupied by other people. it was hardly a lab, a collection of 12 computer monitors organized into two rows, back to back, in a classroom tucked into a corner of the school. 

you spotted a mop of straight hair. riki.  of course he would try to hide out where no one could find him. he was drawing, using something on a computer screen as a reference. riki wasn’t the best in academics, and the ostracization from others had prevented him from ever getting involved in sports, but you could begrudgingly admit that he was a good artist. he was supposed to receive some stupid school award for it. 

the tears that had been threatening to spill mere moments before dissipated as you closed and locked the door behind you. riki looked up at the sound. you loved the way he cringed, tried to make himself seem smaller, shrinking himself in his chair. 

striding over towards him, you snatched up his sketchbook and flipped through it. unfortunately, there was nothing you could say about his art, so you would have to lie. “looks shit,” you said. maybe you could rip a few pieces out. instead, you put the book down on the table and scrutinized riki. he was looking at you warily, his sharp eyes analyzing your every move. 

“they’re not shit,” he said. 

“you wouldn’t know. you have bad taste in just about everything.”

riki must have been feeling pretty confident from that little award, because he met your gaze and said, “so do you.”

you walked closer to riki, who was sitting in the blue plastic chair. he straightened out his posture, hands clasped together. first heeseung, now riki was getting cocky on you? “and what makes you say that?”

“your boyfriend is pretty ugly,” he said, and his eyes widened like he couldn’t believe himself. 

your blood boiled. the disrespect towards your boyfriend, the reminder that he was hardly your boyfriend right now, the fact that riki thought he could say that to you. you grabbed his hair and yanked his face towards yours, relishing in his sudden fear. if he had maintained his new persona, you would have done something drastic. 

“you think you’re better than heeseung?” you hissed, jerking his head again. he yelped quietly. “answer. you think you’re better than heeseung?”

riki’s eyes were squeezed shut. all the better for it. “yeah,” he mumbled. “i do.”

still clutching his hair, you reached under your skirt and tugged your underwear. riki stared at your panties, jaw slack and eyes hazed over. you slipped them off and shoved them into your hoodie’s pocket. then you swung your leg up, resting your foot on the desk. “prove it. prove how much better you are.”

riki had this stupid look on his face. “what?”

you didn’t have the patience for it. you brought his face towards your pussy. “eat me out,” you said, “or i swear to god i’ll get heeseung and the others to jump your scrawny ass.”

riki tried to pull his head away, but you yanked at his scalp, eliciting another cry from him. “i don’t know how,” he said.

“first time seeing pussy? you really are an incel,” you said. the hand that wasn’t in riki’s hair rubbed at your clitoris. “you see this? you just have to lick this. it’s not rocket science.”

haltingly, riki’s pink tongue poked out before he retracted it and looked at you. “i’m not…i don’t…”

twisting his hair, you said, “do it or heeseung will fuck you up. that’s a promise.”

with a little whimper, riki kitten-licked your clit. it had been a while since heeseung had properly eaten you out, citing a lack of interest, so you were responding more to riki than you cared to admit. you couldn’t let riki catch wind of any pleasure you were deriving from this, so you clamped your mouth shut. still, every inexperienced lick caused frissons to dance through your body.

riki tentatively reached out to hold your hips in place, and you flinched as you felt his large hands on you. you thought about pulling his finger back so he would let go of you, but he licked your clit in just the right way and the thought escaped you. you bucked your hips into his mouth. “faster,” you ordered. 

he sped up, lapping at your clit. riki’s grip on your hips settled, and you bit back a moan. then riki pulled his head away from you, and you sputtered. “the fuck are you doing?” 

“am i doing it right?” absent-mindedly, he wiped some of your arousal off of his face with his sleeve. then he looked at the wet streak and frowned. 

you groaned in frustration and shoved his face towards your pussy again. “shut up.” 

riki returned to licking at your clit, experimenting this time. he flicked his tongue against the small nub, something you hadn’t even known you liked. “you watch a lot of porn?” he didn’t answer, thankfully, so you continued pressing your cunt into his face. “i bet you do. gross coomer, holed up in your fucking room.”

his tongue was wide and agile, and you almost hated yourself for how quickly your orgasm was approaching. you gritted your teeth and fixed your eyes on the top of riki’s head. if you looked away, you were admitting defeat. 

when you came, it was a full-body orgasm. waves of pleasure trickling from the center of your body down to your very fingertips.  “how does my pussy taste?” you taunted, blinking slowly so that the stars flooding your vision wouldn’t overtake you. it had been good, too good. you lifted your leg off of the table and straightened up, even though all you wanted to do was take a nap. 

riki’s face was coated in your arousal, and you found that the sheen complimented his pretty, plump lips well. “find out,” he said. he made a rough noise at the back of his throat, stood up, and spat in your face. 

you spluttered, wiping your face and smearing any liquids on his clothes. “are you fucking crazy?”

riki shrugged, rubbing your juices off of his face with his sleeve again. “maybe.” 

“i’ll kill you,” you said, stepping away from him. “i’ll fucking kill you.”

to your evergrowing annoyance, riki’s gaze was as imperceptible and cold as always.

you didn’t kill him. instead, you stewed about the incident for a week straight. heeseung was acting sheepish around you now, burying his head into your neck and giving you soft, warm little kisses. lee didn’t make eye contact with you, talking to you with such sycophantic fervor that even you felt embarrassed. annoying. if they were going to cheat, then do it wholeheartedly. 

you didn’t bother riki for the entire week, and you could tell it was starting to bother him. you would catch him glancing at you curiously before whipping his head away when he saw you pick up on his staring. freak probably got a crush on you after you made him eat you out. or maybe he thought you really would have heeseung jump him. it only served to benefit you. you had a surprise to give him at the assembly, and you wanted to catch him off-guard. 

the assembly was held in the school gym during homeroom. the students crammed in the bleachers, talking amongst themselves. normally, you would have skipped along with your friends, but you told them that you had to be there. you had given them your pissed-off face, so they had dropped the issue. 

while you filed out of the classroom with the rest of the students, you trailed behind riki. seemed like he was really proud of himself, between the accolade he was about to get and his act of defiance yesterday. when you entered the gym, you sidled next to him. he looked at you uneasily. 

“let’s sit together,” you said. it sounded innocent enough, but you knew that riki would understand the threat behind your words. his head whipped around the gymnasium, and without an escape plan, he sighed. 

“fine,” he said. “where?”

“back row,” you said, nodding your head at the far corner of the bleachers. you all but shoved him towards that spot, settling down beside him so that he was caged between the sides of the bleachers and you.

for the first fifteen minutes of the assembly, you hardly moved a muscle. the principal was talking about school announcements, a topic so banal your eyes would have glazed over had you not had revenge on your mind. creeping your fingers towards riki’s thigh, you ghosted your hand over his crotch. he flinched, whispering, “what are you doing?”

“shut the fuck up,” you replied. “don’t make any noise.” you mimed a knife being dragged over your throat, and riki swallowed. 

with that, you started rubbing him over his baggy blue jeans. he tried to fold his legs, preventing you from touching him, but you pinched and pulled at his inner thigh until he spread his legs again. he was big, bigger than you thought, and you didn’t bother hiding the fact that you were ogling his bulge. it made you smile, knowing that no one else had touched him like this. his very first handjob, and it would be sloppy, messy, and very public. 

riki squirmed under your grasp. “please stop,” he whispered. you looked up into his face and saw that, for once, that sharp, cold gaze of his had been replaced by desperation. instead, you pressed your hand down harder, drawing your touch out to an agonizing degree. riki let out a shaky, pained moan. “stop,” he pleaded, one hand gripping his thigh. his knuckles were turning white.

“fine,” you said, lifting your hand off of him. “i stopped.” you crossed your legs and smoothed your skirt down, smiling at him. 

shuddering, riki leaned his head against the back of the bleachers and closed his eyes, panting heavily. to your delight, he actually canted his hips into the air, ever-so-slightly, at the lack of touch. 

“you want more, don’t you?” you asked. 

“no,” he whispered, “no, no, i don’t…” but his lips were twitching, and his bulge was so prominent it was almost obscene. he was a complete virgin, would probably cum in a minute if you kept going. his foot bounced against the bottom of the bleachers. 

“are you sure?” you dragged your knuckles over his clothed cock and riki squeaked. 

“i hate you,” he said, tears welling up in his eyes. “i fucking hate you.”

“aw, you’re using big boy words,” you cooed, running your hand over his crotch again. riki grunted and looked away from you, his teeth gritted. briefly, you glanced around the auditorium, making sure that no one was looking at the two of you. thankfully, everyone was either focused on the announcements, looking at their phones, or whispering to each other. you softly kneaded riki’s bulge, and he let out a shaky little sob. his foot stopped bouncing, and his breathing quickened. you stroked his entire length, noting that he might feel good after all. if heeseung ever pissed you off, maybe you could have fun with riki.

his cock twitched under your hand, signaling his imminent release. riki covered his mouth with his hoodie’s sleeve, eyes scrunched shut as he finally came. you could have crowed with laughter, seeing the way the front of his jeans dampened. today, riki had opted to wear a hoodie that cut off at his hips, meaning that there was no way to hide the offensive stain. 

riki’s name was called for him to receive his award, and you did let out a small giggle as you watched him hastily unzip his hoodie and wrap it around his waist in a feeble attempt to hide the cumstain. there he went, plodding down the stairs. 

you had won, for now.

[kick-a-long]

for those who don't remember 9/11 or why terrorists are literal poison in humanity:

my dad was working in fidi and had a meeting at the twin towers at 9:30am that day. He was late but had to walk home in the ash. the cell phones didn't work and the subway was down so he had to walk a hundred blocks to get home. I didn't have any contact from my parents and had to wait in school alone for hours while the kids who lived in brooklyn had to find kids who lived in manhatten to room with. no one had a car or anything so everyone was just walking and calling on the one pay phone. no one knew who's parents were alive and who's were dead. my friend's step dad died, bett middler sung at his funeral, but because her mom hadn't married him she was left homeless and I never saw her again.

we didn't know if my dad was alive or dead for the entire day, she was pretty sure he was dead because his office was in the building.

the flip side of the islamaphobia after 9/11 is the rabid hyper christian cultural reaction. suddenly the tv was flooded with shit from south park and other "jokes" about jews, and how terrorists wouldn't have attacked if not for all the jews. kids from a visiting school chanted shit about bagels and kosher food at our games.

but funnily enough... my dad looked too middle eastern for the airport and the subway. He had to change his passport photo and shave his beard. he even stopped playing tennis and swimming outside for a long time so he wouldn't look as tan.

anyone who 'jokes' about it is at best a naive infant and at worst a school shooter wannabe in my opinion.

for those people: try to empathize with how it would feel to suddenly lose your parents, everything about the best and worst parts of your relationship permanently unresolved, and then have to watch whoever survives them try to figure out how to financially and emotionally restructure their lives. how to cope with how your parent has become a symbol instead of your dad. how you have to hear about 9/11 constantly, grifters raking in the cash, politicians doing things in your name, and you can't get away from it. your tears, or lack thereof, become a performance for strangers across the country to spend 20 years fighting when you have no say out of it. how depersonalizing it is to have left and right fight about what it means to them and who deserves vengeance with no respect to what it means to you.

anyway, fuck 9/11 jokes and all the fucks slurping up the terroristic and USSR style tankie propaganda.

[strawbuddy-luv]

Tim Drake would love video games sm tho, and I do not see that represented enough.

He'd be a total nerd about it to. He'd rant and rant and rant about all the games he's played and all the cheats and the secret cut scenes and the hidden lore. He'd be a game theorist for sure, probably has a YouTube account dedicated to it since he's such a little detective. He knows the true lore of FNaF.

He'd definitely speed run minecraft, rp to probably. First person shooter? How about first hand experience. FNaF fanatic oh my God he'd LOVE that game so fucking much. Absolutely a Sonic kid, like you cannot convince me otherwise. Mario less so but you knows hes probably played every single game anyways. Pokemon? Every single one memorized down to their exact coloration. Stardew valley? Do i even have to ask. Animal crossing? Perfected his village, villagers and all. Zelda? I cannot prove it but he has a lino Cosplay somewhere and he's worn it for under cover missions. He'd slay in DTI, have like 5 different mansions in Bloxburg, defiantly played Royal High until the capitalism became to close to the real world, probably has hundreds of avatars to. An expert at games like fnf has played half the mods to ever be made for that game. He's been playing fortnite since it's release. He'd have one of the top scores ever in subway surfers. He'd download those "complete your restaurant" type games and finish them in two weeks and it'd only take that long because the game forces him to wait sometimes. Candy crush is his bitch 100%. He'd download mobile games and finish them in a day and then keep redoing them till he's perfected his method. He has played and replayed countless driving based games, can learn almost any new one in 6 minutes. Going back to the speed run thing I think he'd just enjoy speed running games in general, and gridning. He'd love minecraft so much omg-. Last of us? Played. Iron Lung? Played. Cuphead? Played. Detroit Become Human? Played. Kindergarten? Played. Sallyface? Played. Splatoon? Played. He'd love small games to I just am not that into video games to know any to list- :').

I mean think about it. Going off the "Tim's parents are never home" version of him, he'd have so much time to just sit around and play video games. He has the money to buy them and the time to spend getting ungodly good at them. He'd have amazing equipment, and it'd give him some sort of community even if he doesn't really interact with it personally. Like if he's not out stalking Batman or at school, he's playing a video game. Even after he starts working for Batman, he'd overwork himself to the bone and he'd STILL find a way to go pro gamer in-between. Probably for like 0.5 seconds whenever he's got to stand up to get himself another energy drink.

Like please, video game nerd Tim Drake on my knees begging you add this to your stories and headcanons. Have him introduce other batfam members to video games. HAVE HIM INTRODCUE BRUCE TO CANDY CRUSH AND MAKE THEM GET INTO A COMPETITION ON WHO CAN GET TO A HIGHER LEVEL FASTER. He shows Damian animal crossing. He gives Jason a gaming console and like 50 different shooter games and one copy of stardew valley as a joke and did not expect Jason to get so into it. Him Cass and Steph would love those Roblox horror games. He'd force the whole family to start having game nights and they'd have a world on Minecraft that has the most insane lore you've ever heard. Like please give me more video game nerd Tim and tell me your headcanons on what games he'd like and what he'd introduce different batfam members to in the comment I am begging you.

[viablemess]

modern Codywan AU idea part 1

organized crime member Cody under "mand'alor" Jango + teacher / school board nominee with a heavy past Obi-Wan. This is a beast of an idea post so buckle up and join me for the ride this took over my brain when writing another wip and would not leave me alone. I like it a lot, I hope you do too.

tw: mentions of school shootings, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of physical assault (all vague, but still)

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The Fetts are a influential and very well known organized crime family in a large city, and Obi-Wan is one of three children to Qui-Gon and maybe Shmi, alongside Anakin and Ahsoka.

Boba is a student in Obi-Wan's elementary class. After most of the students are picked up save for Boba and a few other kids, there is a shooting nearby, and Obi-Wan shelters the kiddos until the shooter is apprehended. The Fett Family shows up to pick up Boba and Obi-Wan is respectful to them, oblivious to who they are, and most importantly, kept Boba and the other kids safe. As a result, Cody slips Obi-Wan a note saying "if you need anything call me, no questions asked" with his personal cell number. Obi-Wan saves it, not because he thinks he will need it, but because Anakin might, who has been involved in many illegal street races (alongside Waxer and Boil maybe whoops, they don't know the connection for most of the plot). Or, perhaps Qui-Gon will need it, because he and Shmi have been threatened by individuals and groups around their housing.

For a bit, Boba is the line of communication between Obi-Wan and Cody. He lets little stories slip and Cody hopes Obi-Wan does not call, because he seems like a gentle soul who teaches little kids, he does not belong in Cody's world. At the same time, he is a gentle soul who teaches little kids, Cody really wants to take him to dinner.

Obi-Wan texts a few times to ask about helping his brother Anakin, and Cody admits to not being able to make street race charges go away, but he will poke around, they exchange some information, and that's that.

Cody keeps working under his dad as a very respected *ahem* commander. They're looking into a new organization who might poach some buyers off of them and their smuggling deals, and to top it off, the new organization seems to break a lot of the Fett's unspoken rules of conduct. The organization's name? CIS. Of course. Rex wants to make a gender joke. The CIS are the same folks extorting the Skywalker-Kenobi family. Also of course.

And then parent teacher conferences happen because they're helpful, but Jango gets pulled into a negotiation and can't make it, surprise surprise, Cody has to go. He manages to weasel his way into dinner afterwards, and it's great. Obi-Wan is actually a snarky minx and Cody's falling fast. Obi-Wan explains that he is running for the school board because of a lot of corruption and problems in the public school district, and he wants to support the kids who have rough home lives, and Cody does some tip toeing around, and Obi-Wan picks up on what he isn't saying, because he has done his research now. Cody is so loyal, kind, and strong, and Obi-Wan is also cracking fast. It's no question these two are hooked on each other. Cody offers to walk Obi-Wan back to his car, and finds the windshield broken or his tires slashed or something. Obi-Wan manages to pass it off, and oh darn Cody needs to give Obi-Wan a ride home and it's cute.

Anakin keeps racing to earn extra money, and Qui-Gon and Shmi try to deal with things on their own. Obi-Wan goes back home to check on his parents and only sibling who lives with them, Ahsoka. Turns out someone is threatening her in a sexual manner, threatening human trafficking, and Obi-Wan flips shit. He does not tell Qui-Gon because Ahsoka begs him not too. He certainly does not tell Anakin, and so Obi-Wan goes out and does his best big brother act and tries to figure out where this is coming from. He figures out it's Maul, who has harassed and extorted his family before. A brief fight follows. Obi-Wan breaks some of Maul's ribs. Maul breaks Obi-Wan's wrist. Teaching without his dominant hand for the next few weeks absolutely sucks, and Boba definitely talks to Cody about it. Obi-Wan does not want to panic Cody, he's dealt with people like Maul before, so he tries to pass it off as clumsiness. Cody isn't buying it, but he also isn't going to push... yet.

I'm falling asleep, but will be back with part 2 soon <3

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I do not have time to write this but I had to share the thought before I forget it. If anyone wants to write it please be my guest just credit/share

[ohmymalice]

Lackluster Tendencies

jschlatt x f!reader | 674 words ! | part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

high school au, sfw, "You don't seem to be the person I thought you'd be."

ALSO A QUICK NOTE BECAUSE I THINK THIS MIGHT BE CONFUSING!! I refer to Schlatt as Jay for his real name and Schlatt is his online username. His friends online call him Schlatt and friends in school call him Jay.

(blue text is schlatt grey is y/n)

He worried a little, thinking that maybe he used his little internet persona humor way too early into this friendship they had. The ringing of his phone filled his ears, the white screen suddenly faded into black and showed her name.

Y/n is calling... Pick up?

He lets it ring for a few seconds and picks up, his hands sweating a little.

"So when did you become a jackass?" she asked, teasing him for the unexpected response. "Always been one, just hid it well." She scoffed at his reply.

There was an awkward silence on the line, and before he could think, his mouth starts running before he could even make an effort to stop

"I didn't expect you to be this way," he mumbled out, fiddling with the phone in his hand.

"In what way?"

"Like- like.. all the cussing and shit, I thought you were just some pretty girl with an innocent face who seemed to be friends with everyone."

She snorted in response, chuckling. "So you thought I was just some girl with a pretty face?"

"Yes- fuck, I mean- I just didn't expect that you could be nice to someone like me, I guess? I didn't think you were an asshole or anythin' I just-"

"Thought I was one of those biased popular bitches who were only nice to other popular people?"

"Yeah, maybe it was a harsh assumption."

"Harsh but fair, and honestly? If we're talking about first impressions, I thought you were some quiet kid at the back of the class who might've turned out a school shooter if nobody talked to them."

Schlatt's jaw hung open, not expecting a joke like that to come out of her mouth. He just started laughing.

"THAT, that is what I mean by I don't expect you to be that way."

"Well, you're one of the first to know, congrats. I don't have a lot of close friends, friends yeah but anyone I hang around consistently? Not at all." Schlatt hummed in reply, getting the gist of things.

"I don't have as many friends as you, but I do get the whole, uh- the whole thing about not having a lot of close friends. I thought you had tons of friends, just assumed I didn't get to see you a lot, so I didn't get to see who you hung around a lot with either."

On the other line, the girl shook her head, giggling. Oh,  how wrong he was.

"I'd try to be close to the people I know but sometimes it's just draining, especially with my whole drama club stuff... and to be honest-" She trailed off, taking in a breath as she held the phone in between her shoulder and cheek.

"Shit- I don't even know how to put it into to words." She mumbled, he stayed quiet on the line, scared if he tried to say anything it would just make her feel worse.

"I guess I feel like not a lot of people would get me or like me. Not the little persona I put up. Shit I'm rambling, my bad." She mumbled out the last part, feeling like she overshared a little.

"I don't mind hearing you ramble." The words slipped out of his lips, thinking how lame and stupid he probably sounded.

She smiled, for the first time in a while. "Really? Most people would usually try to change the subject every time I got too real."

"Seriously, how could you even think anyone would be bored or not like you."

If anything, it was too easy to like her.

She was gonna interject, tell him how wrong he was and that he'd end up like everyone else. He'll end up walking away from her life and get bored the moment he realizes that there was nothing more to her but the door to her bedroom swung open and her dad started yelling, grumbling about something she couldn't understand.

Before even thinking, she ended the call

leaving Schlatt thinking he did something wrong.

[local-pr1nter]

The Diamond Brothers 💎

The infamous Diamond brothers, gotta love them.

(mentions of animal passing, a little angsty)

There's a four year age gap between them, which would make Daiya 22 when Mondo was 18. Daiya was only 4 when Mondo was born.

Their living situation isn't implied to be the best - no mention of their father and little talk of their mother.

But onto the general and wholesome headcanons!

Their dynamic is typical sibling behavior- teasing, bullying, yelling, and then acting as if nothing happened and being best buds again.

Before Mondo got big, Daiya would usually rough-house with him, eventually trapping him in a headlock or dangling him by his feet. Now that he's big, Daiya hasn't rough-housed with him in a hot minute - he's a bit intimidated of Mondo's larger structure compared to his.

Before high school, they would both typically play a variety of video games around their city - mostly around arcades. Their favorites were shooters, old-school side scrollers, and DDR. They aren't good by any means, but they still have fun.

Daiya has the highest score between the two of them on "POSSESSION" by Tag Underground (correct me if I'm wrong)

Daiya is a casual theater nerd whilst Mondo is the Theater Kid™. Daiya was the one who got him into that sort of thing once he showed him Grease. It just evolved from there, prompting relentless teasing from Daiya.

They're both really good singers - nothing professional of course, but they're nice to listen to. While Mondo has a smooth, deep voice, Daiya's voice is similar to Leorio Paladiknight from HxH. Idk it just seems fitting. Puberty kicked them in the gut.

They like going to small restaurants around town - the smaller the better. They once found a hidden sushi place and had the best meal they've had in ages.

Speaking of food - Daiya is the designated chef between the two of them. Mondo tried cooking once. Let's just say Daiya will never eat garlic again.

Once Daiya pulled off a heist to steal a live lobster from a sushi place cause he was bored. That became his pet that he spoils for no reason. Big ass tank and everything. Mondo thinks it's the dumbest thing ever.

"Dude female lobsters can live up to fifty years."

"Good she gets everything in my will."

They both adore the fuck out of Chuck. Whenever Chuck isn't following around Mondo, he seeks out the older brother to ask for treats he shouldn't get.

"But he's such a good boy!"

"Those treats are making him fat!"

"Awww good fatso!"

*incoherent scream from Mondo*

But they both adore the fuck out of that dog.

When Chuck passed, Mondo shut down completely. Daiya saved Chuck's collar before retrieving his ashes for Mondo to keep. While continuing to grieve, Mondo would find Daiya and just...hug him. Daiya wouldn't bother to move him so they sometimes fell asleep like that. It definitely helped both of them to cope.

With the gang, their sibling behavior doesn't stop.

They're very competitive and tend to have competitions. Chugging, push-ups, other endurance contests, and of course, racing.

When Daiya was retiring, he planned to keep riding, but only as a way of transportation.

And during their race, Daiya got hit in such a way that his leg was permanently paralyzed. Mondo's never felt so guilty, thinking he almost killed him.

Daiya is just happy it was him and not Mondo. It was all worth it after Mondo took charge of the gang, resulting in his invite to Hopes Peak.

Daiya has never been prouder.

While Mondo is still sensitive about the accident, Daiya does his best to joke about it as a way of coping and to try and comfort Mondo.

They continued to speak on-call as Mondo went through Hopes Peak. Daiya continued to tease him about his friends, either teasing Mondo directly or making off-hand comments.

"So how old is Yasuhiro again?"

"Wha-?"

"He's really cute.."

"What-?! Daiya don't even think about it-!"

"Is he single?"

So on and so forth.

But overall they have that typical sibling dynamic. Lots of teasing and fighting, but at the end of the day they still love each other and wouldn't have any other brothers.

Unless it's Takemichi.

Takemichi is their unofficial younger brother.

[weezerfan123]

A really nice anon complemented my Noah redesign and asked for some headcanons about his relationship with his teammates if he didn’t get eliminated so quick in TDI. BUT IM A FUCKING IDIOT AND I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ASK FROM MY INBOX😭😭 But here are the headcanons anyway LMFAOO also thank you so much anon for the complement and taking an interest in my ideas🫶

Anyways I’d like to start off with a little bit about Noah himself— I think the reason so many people love him is because despite being a stereotypical nerd himself, he has the somewhat fourth-wall-breaking ability to recognize other characters’ stereotypes, which is super interesting and definitely makes his relationship with them more complex.

Beth: I don’t feel like Noah would ever really get along with Beth, he’d probably be annoyed by her desperation to make friends and her sucking up to Heather.  

Cody: Initially, I think Noah would dislike Cody for the same reason he dislikes Beth. However, as he got to know him more, he’d come to appreciate Cody’s well-hidden nerdiness and love for maths and sciences. They’d be secret nerdy friends— and Noah would totally rip on Cody all the time for his crush on Gwen.

Gwen: I think Noah and Gwen would totally get along! Because Gwen has a younger brother and Noah is the youngest of nine kids, they would definitely click instantly; especially because of their refusal to adhere to social norms. They don’t need to hang out with a bunch of dorks to feel better about themselves. Noah and Gwen also share another similarity in that they are prickly on the outside but care a lot about their family. They’d both share the same sentiment of “We’re the only normal people on this show.”

Heather: Noah, being as smart as he is, would very quickly see through Heather’s facade and figure out that her awful attitude and excessive makeup are compensating for something. He figures she must’ve been ugly in middle school, or something, and he understands why she acts the way she does now. However, his understanding does not equate to forgiveness. Noah would hate her for her cruelty towards the other contestants, but at the same time, be impressed by some of her schemes. He might not appreciate her methods, but he admires her dedication and genius. Perhaps a mutual understanding could be reached between them— that they’re both the smartest, and maybe an alliance between them could work…

Justin: Noah understands that Justin’s existence on the show is solely because of his pretty face. However. That does not stop him from occasionally being manipulated by that pretty face.

Leshawna: Noah and Leshawna would definitely have a rocky start. She would not put up with his snarky attitude. But eventually, through their mutual friend Gwen, they’d come to understand each other. Of course they’d still argue and bicker, but Noah would admire her secret heart of gold and Leshawna would decide that he’s a pretty cool little dude.

Lindsay: Lindsay’s about as sharp as a frosted cupcake, which would make you think that Noah would hate her, but it’s actually quite the opposite. He’s jealous of her blissful ignorance, and finds her persistent kindness remarkable. Of course, those feelings on the inside don’t stop him from being a sarcastic prick on the outside. He wishes Heather would release Lindsay from her claws.

Owen: Owen! They’ll quickly become best buds. It may seem like an unlikely match, but Owen finds the pitter-patter of Noah’s feet endearing and his sarcastic jokes hilarious, while Noah admires that Owen’s got a lot of heart. Owen’s cheerful optimism is the perfect compliment to his little buddy’s sarcastic pessimism. 

Trent: Noah would appreciate that Trent’s a straight shooter who tells it like it is. Plus, it’s pretty much impossible to dislike Trent— he’s just so cool. He’s also secretly kinda smart, and Noah is always willing to conspire with a fellow smarty-pants.

Again, thank you for the request!!

[rayshippouuchiha]

Your last reblock (the one with Jon[?]) hit me about as hard as finding out that children in the USA apparently go through "school shooting practices" like children from my country go through "Feueralarm Übungen" (Fire alarm[?] practices. Like that they learn what to do and shit. Like...

What the fuck?!

There are a lot of people who own "firearms" (like everything form a Bow to "pea shooters"[?] to small fire arms) in my country as well, relative speaking... and also a bit baised, because I am a "weapons enthusiasts", or in better worlds, target shooting is one of my paartime hobbies. So of course I have meet many people in my local "Schützen Vereine" (no idea what the English word for that is...) that have somewhat of an "enthusiasm" for the sport and the things that come with that.

But like, we have rules for that... the former mentioned firearms? Yeah, "good luck" getting on those, multiple tests, psychological evaluation, letting the police know, showing that you can adequate store the weapon (ammo and pistol separate and all that stuff), and multiple other things (it's a bit different for veterans but my dad most probably sleeps and I have only so much time in my "lunch break"). And out guide lines are relatively lose over here... the USA thought? Do you guys even do checkups? Does your police know who has a gun/who buys one? How do get so many underage children in the position of them... like how come that I get in the legal age to drink over her the same time that you get to get your first firearm? Do you have any guidelines to store your weapons or do they just sit on the countertop? I have so many questions and legitimately don't want any of them answered whatsoever!

I don't know what this whole post is except genuine horror at nearly everything that I have heard from you guys... are you okay? Like Germany isn't the best either, but this is just scary!

Yeah that was Jon Stewart doing the good work as always.

Gun control in the US is a fucking mess and a joke. A messy joke where the punchline is a lot of dead people and now multiple generations of children growing up with the background radiation of being terrified they could die at school. Or at the movie theater. Or the shopping mall. Or while worshiping at their church/temple/mosque. Or just walking down the street.

And there are a number of factors that have led to that situation.

A lack of a functioning healthcare system where mental health awareness in children and adults alike is taken seriously plays a part.

There's also the sheer size of the US as a single country and how that impacts things to take into account. Because the US is broken down into 50+ states, all of which are, in a number of ways, like their own little countries.

And each state might have its own policies about things like guns.

But, all of that aside, it's getting the proper laws passed on a federal level that would go a long way toward the issue of gun safety and control reform in this country.

But that's where we run into the same issue we run into when it comes to fixing so many of the other glaring problems in this country

Money.

Because that's what it boils down to. For example, we have the NRA (National Rifle Association) and politicians being paid by them who will fight tooth and nail to keep restrictions to a bare minimum.

Plus guns are just generally politicized in the US in a way I don't really think they are in most other countries.

But without writing an entire thesis about gun control and the issues with the political Right and the Left in the US what I can and will say is this:

Most regular US citizens want gun control. The vast majority of us want there to be more checks, more bans, and more regulations.

We are tired of being afraid, tired of losing friends and family, and tired of seeing dead kids on the news.

In this, as in what feels like so many other things these days, the voices and pockets of the powerful few are outweighing the voices and the fears of the common many.

[spaceumbredoggos]

Since no one is doing anything about school shootings, how about we just stop showing up to school? If you are in a position to, that is. Students should be flooding the streets in protest of gun violence. Parents shouldn’t have to be teaching their kids how to hide from a school shooter. Parents, stop letting your kids go to school until politicians decide to do something. Vote for people who do decide to do something if you even care about the kids. I quit my college class not just because I felt that school wasn’t for me, but because I didn’t want my final moments to be spent bleeding out on the college campus floor. My teacher doing the first class immediately told us where to hide in case of an active shooter. I’m sick and tired of there being access to machines of death. Not to mention the people who are doing this are white men with MAGA hats.

Another thing, STOP MAKING JOKES ABOUT WHAT TRUMP SAID IN THE DEBATE!!! We need to take this vile scumbag seriously when we are one election away from genocide within our own country. Go ahead and cancel me for saying Screw Palestine and vote for blue, because if you don’t vote, there’s so much more blood on your hands. I don’t want to be executed for simply existing. There is no moving out of the United States if Trump gets into power, as that’ll embolden other fascists hiding in the shadows with anything they can get their hands on to commit a hate crime.

If Trump gets in power, I’m seriously considering setting myself on fire. I’m not letting him claim my life.

[emeraldspiral]

Nobody today really knows how groundbreaking it was that Professor Membrane said "Video games good, actually" on Invader Zim in 2001. Back then there was a huge moral panic about video games. People were calling them "murder simulators", blaming them for school shootings and other violent crimes, and political figures like Jack Thompson were on a crusade to have "violent" games banned, heavily censored, or restricted to only mature audiences. Gamer culture was nowhere near as mainstream as it is today and was still looked at as a niche hobby for nerds and socially inept outcasts who shun the outdoors and socialization. Even up to the late 2000s/early 2010s people were seriously debating whether or not video games had any merit what-so-ever, artistic or otherwise.

Zim was one of the first shows to come out and reference video games and gamer culture heavily from an obvious insider perspective and make jokes about it that actual gamers would get rather than jokes from the outside looking in scornfully at a culture the writers don't understand.

Also, somewhat related, but allegedly (IDK what the source for this is, could just be classic Zim-fandom misinformation) they had trouble getting Dib's character design approved because the Nick execs thought his jacket made him look like a Columbine shooter. But apparently they fought to keep it in the face of a concurrent moral panic about goths, punks, emos, scene kids, and anyone else who was part of an alternative subculture. The kinds of subcultures Hottopic caters to. The exact subcultures Zim was designed to attract.

[dragynkeep]

If anyone wonders how crazy terfs are. I just saw a video on tiktok of a woc proudly claiming shes a terf and harassing a trans women and at the end ghe terf goes that if the trans women does anything it would make her a racist because the proud terf is a woc... Just... Fuck terfs and if you're a woc and a TERF a great big fuck you. POC people who are against queer people please Fuck off. Im poc myself and we shouldnt be against people who are being discriminated against just because they're queer, wr should lift them up. Especially cause guess what? Were fucking next once these people are done attacking trans and queer people.

there's a whole situation right now on tiktok of a muslim woman who basically propagated a whole, big ass lie about a nonbinary cc who was "grooming children" with their educational videos — spoiler alert: they weren't.

she's now hiding behind her race & religion when neither invalidate her rampant, violent transphobia. which ofc she then cried the "my kids are being threatened" card when it didn't work to get everyone off her back, this also didn't work because she's done it before when harassing black women for not "mourning the queen properly" & making school shooter jokes because american kids made a fucking beans on toast joke.

also her discord server is a predator's wet dream, she has 10 - 12 year olds on there which breaks discords tos & she has 14 year olds being moderators. with these kinds of people, every accusation is a confession & even more so with other minorities who think that the buck stops with us. it doesn't, it never has.

[fartexploder02]

TF2 Mercs + Miss Pauling as kids you've probably met in (public) school because I'm bored

Demo: The class clown who would pull the wildest shit in the middle of class. Probably stole a toilet out of a bathroom at one point. Overall great person and did the best voices while reading Romeo and Juliet during English class.

Heavy: That guy who was really quiet so everyone thought he was gonna be the school shooter but if you somehow got to know him he was one of the nicest people ever

Spy: That person who wasn't really social but somehow knew absolutely everything. Maybe because they stalked everyone and their mom on Facebook, but either way, he practically has a purse full of blackmail that he dished out a lunch (AKA the designated gossip time) with his 3 person friend circle

Engie: Poor kid who would always get asked to be in a group for projects only to have all of the work shoved onto them because they're the "smart one" of the class. Would lose all of the Kahoot! games no matter the subject which pissed him off because it was always "BongRipper69" who got first place

Pyro: One of the people who did the morning broadcasts over the loudspeaker (I dunno if students doing the announcements is common but point stands) and no one could understand a damn thing they were saying because they were mumbling with their mouth practically touching the microphone

Medic: Band kid who would carry his instrument case around, despite having a locker in the band room. Was also in the drama club and was the definition of 2014 Tumblr theater kid mixed with stereotypical dork wearing 1 inch thick glasses and braces

Scout: The athlete who would make whatever sport they played their personality. In this case, a baseball player who brings his one baseball absolutely everywhere and throws it around during class while the teacher tells him to cut it out.

Soldier: That one guy who would make some of the most distasteful jokes you've ever heard and cover them up with "my dad is a veteran" or some shit

Sniper: The wolf kid. You know the one.

Miss Pauling: Carried every single one of her books through the halls for no damn reason. Would remind the teacher of the homework. Cried over a 95% grade.

[magentagalaxies]

the lowest show: final thoughts

very good show!!! tbh there wasn't actually a ton of buddy (there was a buddy monologue in an early version that was cut before this run that was recorded but was later used in a different show i've already seen, and the only other buddy cole thing was the encore) but what little buddy cole there was is super important to buddy cole history

i'm also very happy to have the full show beyond just the buddy bit bc like all the other sketches were great and also very fascinating. like even if i don't use much of this material in the doc it was still enjoyable to watch, and tbh even the non-buddy stuff might be covered in the doc bc one of the most interesting things about scott thompson's work to me is how exceedingly personal he gets in his comedy while still being fucking hilarious

many of these sketches made later appearances on scott's podcast ptsdiva which is where i'd already heard them (the fran monologue, the danny husk monologue, scott's grief counselor character rebecca, etc.) fran's monologue was also featured on buddy cole's blog "ewe" in 2007 and danny husks's monologue was in the kids in the hall tour of duty in 2002.

in particular the danny husk monologue has this strange little variation in it across the three different versions. if you haven't seen this monologue, the premise is that danny husk is a vice principal who accidentally thwarts a school shooting that's about to happen. in the 2001 lowest show version, the school danny works at is the school scott attended as a teenager and the shooter is identified by name as the same boy who committed the shooting scott was in. scott has previously said in interviews that he does not like repeating this boy's name since the event haunted him for so long, so this definitely stuck out especially since i've heard the monologue before, so i had to check it against the other versions. in the 2002 tour of duty version, the school is changed to "woodland heights" and the shooter's last name is changed though his first name is not. in the 2019 ptsdiva version, the school is changed again to "william crabtree high" and the shooter's full name is never stated, though one line refers to him with the same first name that's been consistent throughout. i would have never picked up on the first name similarity if not for the more overt reference in 2001, so idk this is kind of a fascinating evolution i definitely want to find out the reason behind it

in any case i think that danny husk monologue was the best sketch in the show. like even though i'd heard it before it's so well written and such a good example of balancing the darkness and the humor that scott's work is known for

however, i think my favorite was the francesca fiore sketch. like, i don't even think the jokes themselves were top tier, but i'm just obsessed with how much scott threw himself into that performance it was such a vibe. like this was the one moment in the whole show that made me genuinely envious of everyone who got to see this show live. also there's a song in this sketch and of course as the certified number one mouth congress fan i have to be a fan of every time scott gets to sing

the buddy cole sketch is just a pure fever dream lmao. if you have not heard the infamous story of buddy cole's sketch in the lowest show on earth, basically it has buddy declaring that he's already done everything and seen everything so there's nothing more to explore... except he's never had sex with a woman! so a nude woman comes out onstage and (with her consent) buddy cole goes on an exploration of the female form. scott actually got arrested at a few shows for public indecency during this bit even tho the woman was fully consenting and the audience was aware of this content ahead of time

i would rank all the sketches but tbh i wasn't even thinking about that when i watched it so i'd inevitably leave something out. maybe someday

anyway watching this show got me thinking i wonder if i can convince scott and paul to make some of these vaulted shows publicly available at some point. like idk if this would be allowed on youtube (nudity, language, etc.) but like. maybe we can make one of the tiers on the crowdfunding campaign for the buddy cole doc have a reward where donors can download the lowest show, champagne soul (which i still haven't watched), scottland, etc. no guarantees on if it will be able to make this accessible but like you better believe i'm trying lmao

it's currently 2 a.m. and i really need to sleep but my last thought is damn i wish scott thompson knew how much thought i'm putting into his show from two decades ago that may as well have been lost media in the public eye. like scott gets surprised at me just caring a normal amount about the stuff he makes but i'm like???? this is just the beginning. idk maybe i'll reach out to him once i finish all the other archive videos with my main thoughts

[jessielefey]

In a new series I'm calling "copypasta of essays I left on youtube but obviously are more ecologically suited for tumblr":

Survival horror evolved directly from adventure games, and Alone In The Dark is very much the missing link that let's you see that evolution most clearly. If you play, like, "Hugo's House Of Horrors", "Alone In The Dark", and "Resident Evil" back to back, it's really interesting. Like going through an adult friend's collection of school photos. But you really have to go into them with the right mindset, and I lowkey hate that the term that stuck was "trial and error" (as if first person shooters or whatever aren't also learnt through trial and error //snort//), because it dooms modern gaming kids to irritation by framing its structure as an inherent flaw rather than the entire point. I liked to think of adventure games as puzzle games; less as in a game with puzzles, though they tend to have that too, but the game AS a puzzle. Like a rubix cube. Or one of those "get the knot out without untying it" logic puzzles. Or actual "500 tiny near identical pieces" puzzle puzzles. The point is to fail, and learn, and retry, and make handwritten notes and layout maps on a notepad on your computer desk (which is where walkthrough guides initially came from, people sharing and comparing their notes). Back in þe day, you could only really afford two or three games per year; a game you figured out in three hours would've been an infuriating waste of money. Similar to platformers or roguelikes; imagine how boring Super Meat Boy or Shovel Knight would be if you could just ace every level the first run. So the adventure game's job was to make those fail states numerous but INTERESTING (in the way a platformer's job is to make failure frequent but getting back into play as fast as possible) hense all the ridiculous deaths. They are a reward for continuing to explore, not a punishment; a joke, not at your expense but as a wry grin after a prank between two friends. A good adventure game would've enticed you to try and find EVERY way to die, so you get to see all the jokes left for you, which explains moon logic: "That is the dumbest possible solution to this problem, you madman"(affectionate). But if you go into them To Win As Fast And Efficiently As Possible, you end up bored at best (because the mechanical act of implementing the correct solution is the least interesting part of the game) and infuriated at worst. You're looking at the picture on the puzzle box and mistaking the direction for the goal, of course you're annoyed at it. Be like playing an elder scrolls game exclusively for the main campaign and getting annoyed at all the walking around you're doing and the wasted not-directly-plot-relevent parts of the map. It's an *adventure* not a commute.

[biological-catastrophe]

Hello! I need to complain because America is a fucking joke. Vent under the cut as well as TW/CW list

TW/CW: School shooting, (preventable) death, cancer, abortion, homophobia/transphobia

This country is a goddamn joke. I could go on and on about how bad it is and I really need to because it’s grinding my gears.

They’re passing a law that makes it ILLEGAL TO BOYCOTT COMPANIES SUPPORTING ISRAEL. They don’t give a fuck about our constitution. In one breath they’re saying this and another saying the fact we can’t afford a place to live is because we keep spending money on Starbucks and avocado toast. And how the fuck are you going to enforce this?? You gonna hold a gun to my head and make me buy McDonalds or Starbucks?? What the fuck?? We already can’t afford to live here.

I’m lucky my parents are still letting me live with them because I could never afford a place to live. I’m pretty sure I did my math right but: minimum wage is $7.25 USD an hour. The average apartment is $2,000 a month. To afford JUST THAT, someone would have to work near 70 hours a week. Not including food, insurance, medicine, gas, anything besides rent. And with the pay I got at my last job ($10 an hour), I’d have to work 50 hours a week for rent. “Oh those jobs are only meant for like high schoolers” so you only want these fast food places to be open from 5-10 pm? You don’t want them to be open during school hours then? Hypocrites.

And SPEAKING OF SCHOOLS, the school shootings are not a joke. I think I talked about it already but there was an active shooter on my college campus while we were outside. We have lockdown drills so many times, it’s ingrained in us what to do since kindergarten what to do. I met a girl who got shot like 7 times and survived. I’ve grown up always having an escape route out of the school. Nobody cares. Nobody cares that a literal toddler was able to get ahold of a gun and SHOOT HIS TEACHER, and the teacher warned about the kid making threats before and the school didn’t do anything. Nobody cares that someone a girl rejected could bring a gun to school and shoot her and many others. It’s hypocritical that they ban abortion and then don’t care for the kid as soon as they’re born.

And god, the abortion ban. I live in Texas as I’ve said. Here, the law is called the heartbeat bill. Abortion is allowed until the fetus has a heartbeat. But by the time people have that, they generally don’t even know they’re pregnant. It’s basically a total abortion ban. And they’re so fucking sneaky with it. You can SUE people and doctors who have abortions. A man sued three women of a million dollars EACH, including is then-wife. And I also heard rumors of them trying to ban state travel for abortions as well which is also unconstitutional.

And do we even want to talk about health care??? I saw a video the other day of a girl and her best friend who both have cancer and can’t afford it. They can’t afford LIFE SAVING TREATMENT. Are you fucking joking?? People can’t afford insulin and are dying from it. People can’t afford life saving shit and die. What the fuck kind of dystopia is that?? I had to go get an MRI and it was THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS???? What the fuck???

And do we even want to get started on the homophobia/transphobia?? The ‘don’t say gay’ bill in Florida and the numerous drag ban bills. Texas is doing the thing similar to the heartbeat bill where you can sue a ‘person who is not conforming to their assigned gender at birth’ or something like that. Femboys and masculine women could get sued. What the fuck? It’s so expensive and hard to get HRT and surgeries for people. They are trying to raise the voting age so people can’t vote against it. They started with kids and now want to include adults into their 20s. I’m sick of it. I’m just sick of all of this.

And I can’t complain about all of this and not talk about the 2021 Texas Freeze. Basically what happened, February of 2021 we had a horrible freeze, at nights it got into the negatives (for reference, ‘cold’ here for me is in the 40s. This is all Fahrenheit. 40°F = 4°C; -3°F = -19°C). Our power plants weren’t ready for this. We lost power during a lot of this. Some people didn’t have power for WEEKS, people died from the cold because the power plant people were greedy and lazy and didn’t put in proper weather safeties. This could have been prevented. Pipes burst, people died and got ill, the state was in a panic for weeks. We had power about half the time, but god was it cold.

I hate this country. I hate it so fucking much. This country is a fucking dystopia, some sick work of apocalypse fiction. I want to leave so fucking bad. I can’t wait till this place crashes and burns.

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living in a country where gun law control is wayyyy tighter than USA... seeing that article about " job hazard" just... totally.. baffles me.

they think its OK to send their kids and teachers into " war zone " all the time? SIGH....

unfortunately lawmakers straight up don’t care since it never affects their children, who usually attend private schools with stricter rules and protections…

putting a read more since this shit is traumatizing lol

no joke, there was a public shooting about… 5-10 minutes away? at a mall outlet a few months ago. pictures and video footage of the scene was leaked, and it quite literally looked like a massacre in a horror film. survivor and witness accounts were equally as horrifying - there was a man who rushed to the scene after hearing the gunshots, and hearing his story… it was heartbreaking. i still frequently think about the story he told about finding a little girl with no face because of the weaponry the shooter used. and, get this: wanna know what the state officials said about the incident? “thoughts and prayers 🙏”.

not to mention, back in my sophomore year of high school (10th grade, i was 15 years old), there was a school dance. a car backfired in the parking lot, and there was widespread panic - kids running around, trampling tables and chairs, freaking out thinking that there was a shooter. i wasn’t personally there, but just knowing that my friends felt that fear was chilling.

there was also a false bomb threat on the school the year prior that caused a lockdown, but that’s a little less interesting lmao

but, yeah. shit sucks. i live in one of the leading states for school and public shootings (texas), and every time i go outside (not often), i’m always mentally preparing myself for an incident. making sure i wear comfortable running shoes, keeping an eye out for anyone suspicious, staying close to the people i’m out with. we’re pretty much living in constant fight-or-flight in this country nowadays… unless you’re rich, of course. they just don’t care.

there’s a reason why yours truly is going into sociology and political science, i’m hoping to do a little bit of good in any way that i can :')