#these are for class and i hate both of them

[tzipporahs-well]

The worst part comes from when professors are totally fine and/or encourage using AI for classes and studying like in my department. As a PhD student, I hate this top down encouragement.

In a small anecdotal case study (class had 8 people including myself and the other student), one of my grad school classes and professors heavily encouraged AI use in class and for study. I refused to use any AI and I pretended to use AI in class when the professor said to use GenAI (I actually used my brain and a search engine). One of the people in the same class and lab as me used AI and encouraged me to use AI.

I got the highest scores on the exams. He got some of the lowest scores on the exams. I don’t know how much or how little other people in the class used AI. Most probably they used “assistive” AI in ranges between my usage and the other student’s usage.

It is making both professors and students much lazier, and it should be unacceptable for both professors and students to use AI in that context***. For the professors that say it’s fine: no. You are setting a poor example for students who may not have thought about using AI before and reinforcing other students’ dependency on AI. It’s especially unethical in my opinion for professors to feed their students’ work into AI without consent. If colleges and universities want to stem the plague, they need to set the example. Letting AI slide only encourages or reinforces this kind of cheating. Will it work from all the way down? No but it can prevent people who might otherwise not engage. I have other thoughts on education and core curricula since those were mentioned in the article, but that would derail the main topic.

*In certain fields like biomedical sciences (structural biology, pharmacology, biochemistry, etc.), the field gets more complex with things like AlphaFold and drug discovery. Usually the proteins have already been generated, and so you are extracting them from a database. The benefits of this tech are massive (new medications) even if the costs are also large (energy, water, and environment). Generating something myself from scratch using AlphaFold leans into that moral gray zone for me. In my opinion it differs from ChatGPT and similar because the latter provides minimal benefits for the more costs (in addition to the environmental costs, using AI in these contexts ‘rots’ people’s brains) while the former does something that we as experimenters can’t always do. Still though, I deeply resent AI for taking away entry-level high school opportunities for research (ex: radiology). People’s opinions on this may vary.

Generative AI has destroyed academia.

In the next few decades we’re going to have thousands of people who don’t really know anything, and can’t do any critical thinking.

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Twisted Wonderland – Dorm Leaders with an S/O Who Looks Like Them, But Act the Complete Opposite

[Riddle Rosehearts|Leona Kingscholar|Azul Ashengrotto|Kalim Al-Asim|Vil Schoenheit|Idia Shroud|Malleus Draconia]

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If anyone at Night Raven College had to vote on the most bewildering relationship to ever grace the campus halls, your name would top the list. Why? Simple: you look exactly like your significant other. A perfect reflection. From your eyes down to your posture—it’s uncanny.

But then you open your mouth.

And suddenly, everything is different.

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Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle was already battling a reputation for having a short fuse, but ever since you entered his life, he’s developed a second: the man constantly at war with his own doppelgänger.

At first, he was horrified. It was like staring into a mirror that had been shattered and glued back together with glitter glue, stickers, and a wink. The same red hair, the same meticulous grooming—but with you? That’s where the similarities stopped. You were… rebellious. Casual. Always lounging somewhere you shouldn’t be. Feet on the table. Cupcakes before dinner. Spouting nonsense like, “Rules are like pants, Riddle—optional in private.”

He nearly fainted the first time you said that in front of Trey.

But oddly enough, he couldn’t stop looking at you.

You were everything he wasn’t. Where he measured every word, you flirted with chaos and charm. You’d ruffle Ace’s hair while munching on tarts you stole from the prep table and then wink at Riddle like it was all perfectly reasonable.

“You look like me, but you act like Cater,” he once snapped, clearly flustered as you clinked teacups together with him in the garden.

“Cater’s more brand-conscious. I’m an experience, Riddle,” you replied with a grin that made his ears burn.

He hated how effortlessly you made friends. Hated how everyone gravitated to you like you were a walking vacation. But what he hated even more?

How you made him relax. Unclench. Breathe.

He never admitted it out loud, but he started breaking his own rules around you. Letting things slide. Smiling when you whispered something ridiculous during a dorm meeting. Laughing when you pretended to issue a “Reverse Queen's Decree” to ban homework for an hour.

“You’re completely incorrigible,” he grumbled once, as you leaned over to kiss his cheek, both of you dressed in perfectly matching uniforms.

“And you’re completely adorable,” you replied.

He looked away, but his face was bright red—and he didn’t correct you.

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Leona Kingscholar:

Leona knew life was unfair. He’d said it so many times it might as well have been printed on a dorm banner in Savannahclaw.

But nothing proved it more than you.

You had his face. His eyes. That low, rumbling voice with just a hint of smugness. The same lazy grin—even the same cowlick in your hair. Anyone would’ve thought you were his twin at first glance.

But then… you opened your mouth.

And Leona wondered if he was cursed.

Because while he was all sharp glares, sarcasm, and a need for nine-hour naps, you were a walking, talking motivational poster. Always up with the sun, stretching and chirping out good mornings like some chipper choir boy. You went to class on time. Voluntarily. You smiled at people. You asked Jack about his workout routine. You gave Ruggie a hand with his errands and didn’t even ask for payment.

“Why do you look like me, but act like you came straight outta one of those sappy Sunday morning cartoons?” Leona grumbled one day, dragging his feet across the common room, half-asleep.

You blinked at him over your shoulder, already halfway through tidying up the pillows he’d kicked onto the floor.

“Balance, baby,” you said cheerfully. “You’re the storm. I’m the sunshine. Yin and yang. Peanut butter and—”

“Shut up before I gag,” he snapped, throwing a cushion at you. You caught it effortlessly with one hand and tossed it back on the couch… with a smile.

It infuriated him.

And yet, you were the only person he let stick around when he was napping. He grumbled like hell about you humming while you did laundry or cooking him real meals that weren’t just meat-heavy piles of whatever—but he always cleaned his plate. He acted annoyed when you told him “he deserved to feel proud of himself,” but the way his ears twitched said otherwise.

“You’re gonna give me cavities with that attitude,” he scoffed one evening as you leaned on the balcony railing, the sunset painting your matching green eyes gold. “Stop smiling like that.”

“But it’s cute when you smile,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

He grunted. “I don’t smile.”

“Lies. You smiled when I fixed your cape. And when I called you ‘handsome.’ And when I beat you at chess—”

“You cheated.”

“You’re just mad you lost to someone with your face but a better attitude.”

That made him pause. Then: “Tch. Don’t push your luck, herbivore.”

Still, you noticed how he didn’t stop you when you slid your fingers between his. Or when you leaned your head on his shoulder. Or when you whispered, “You’re more than you think, Leona.”

It scared him, how much you believed in him. How fiercely you loved him when he’d never even tried to earn it.

But maybe that was the point.

Maybe it was okay that he didn’t have to do anything—didn’t have to change—for you to see something worth holding onto.

Because when someone who looked exactly like him could smile like that… maybe he wasn’t so broken after all.

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Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul Ashengrotto prided himself on control.

Contracts. Calculations. Carefully managed appearances. Every inch of his identity was sculpted with the precision of a master artisan—right down to the glint of his glasses and the measured rise of his voice.

So you?

You were his personal nightmare wrapped in his face.

Oh sure, you looked just like him. The exact curl of silver-blue hair, identical ocean-hued eyes, that same refined way of carrying yourself when you wanted to. You wore your Octavinelle uniform immaculately—when you remembered. But beneath that polished surface? You were a storm of unpredictability, empathy, and unfiltered emotions.

Azul once caught you trading free hugs in the Lounge instead of collecting payment.

“Do you want to bankrupt me?” he hissed through clenched teeth, dragging you into the VIP room by the wrist. “You are a complete liability!”

You blinked at him, all innocence. “They were sad, Azul! You can't invoice grief. They just needed kindness.”

“You look like me and sound like… Kalim on a sugar high. Do you understand how disorienting that is!?”

You leaned in, hands on your hips, a teasing smile gracing the same lips he saw in his mirror each morning. “Well, that’s why you love me. I keep your heart rate up.”

“My blood pressure is through the roof.”

“Same thing.”

You were always touching him. Affectionate. Supportive. You praised Floyd’s art projects. Called Jade a “chef of dark wonders.” Told Azul he had “the best villain arc voice” like it was a compliment. You didn't manipulate people—you disarmed them. With warmth. With genuine interest.

He watched, baffled, as even the surliest Savanaclaw upperclassmen softened under your grin. Meanwhile, Azul was still perfecting his ‘debt collection’ smile.

“How do you do it?” he asked once, low and quiet, after you’d left a crowd of smitten students in your wake.

You tilted your head. “Do what?”

“Make people… like you. Trust you. Without offering them anything.”

You stepped closer, brushing invisible lint off his lapel. “I just offer me, Azul. I don’t think people need to be afraid of vulnerability. You could try it sometime.”

He scoffed. “And let them see my weakness?”

“No.” Your voice softened. “Let them see your humanity.”

That terrified him more than anything. Because what if they saw it and left?

But you didn’t. You stayed. With all your optimism, reckless generosity, and reckless honesty. You saw the boy behind the contracts. The merman who’d curled in on himself for years.

You saw him.

And when you kissed him—when your smile, his smile, softened against his lips—it was the first time Azul didn’t feel like he had to earn someone’s affection.

He could just have it.

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Kalim Al-Asim:

Kalim had never met anyone who looked like him before. And when he first saw you?

He was thrilled.

“You look just like me! This is amazing! Wait ‘til Jamil sees—he’s gonna freak out! We should match outfits! Wait, do you like dancing? Swimming? Sparkly things?!”

You stared at him for a long, heavy moment. Then you deadpanned, in your low, quiet voice:

“I prefer silence, black coffee, and not being perceived.”

Kalim blinked.

“…You’re funny.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

He blinked again.

“…I still think you’re funny!”

And just like that, the chaos began.

You, with your cool stare and minimalist tendencies. You, who didn’t smile often, who disliked loud parties, who whispered your affections through gestures and subtle touches instead of grand declarations. You weren’t cold—not at all. But you were quiet. Introspective. A little melancholic, even.

And Kalim? Kalim was a tsunami of joy, crashing into your still, deep waters.

It baffled everyone. How did the human embodiment of a disco ball end up with someone who made resting b*tch face look elegant? But the truth was—Kalim adored you. Maybe even more because of your stark contrast.

“Hey,” he whispered once during a banquet, pulling you away from the gold-lit crowd. “Are you okay? I know these parties aren’t really your thing.”

You shrugged, tracing patterns on your drink with your fingertip. “It’s fine. I’m just tired. Being surrounded by people all the time is… draining.”

Kalim didn’t laugh it off. Didn’t get upset. He just smiled, soft and understanding.

“Let’s sneak out,” he said. “I know a balcony with no people and all the stars you could ever want.”

Your heart melted a little.

He was always doing that—meeting you where you were, not where he wished you’d be. He adjusted his rhythm to yours. Slowed his spin so you could walk beside him. And when he did get excited (which was always), you didn’t dim him—you grounded him.

“Why do you like me?” you asked once, genuinely confused, curled against his shoulder while he braided gold thread into your hair. “I’m not… bright. Not like you.”

Kalim kissed your forehead, no hesitation.

“You don’t have to be. You’re the moon. I can shine brighter because you’re there to cool me down. You see things I miss. Feel things deeper. You balance me.”

That shut you up real fast.

When Jamil found out about your relationship, he nearly fainted. “He’s dating himself, but evil?” he whispered once, and Kalim just beamed.

“He’s not evil! He just frowns a lot. But he makes me happy.”

And the truth was—you were happy, too. In your own quiet, steady way. You adored him. Protected him. Tucked love notes into his jewelry box and kissed him softly under moonlight instead of chandeliers.

You were his shadow. Not to hide him—but to give him depth.

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Vil Schoenheit:

Vil Schoenheit had always believed in the power of image.

Poise. Elegance. A sharp tongue wrapped in velvet. His reflection was sacred—polished, practiced, pristine.

So imagine his horror when he met you.

You had his face. His perfectly sculpted cheekbones. That regal jawline. You even shared his iconic violet eyes—though half the time yours were glazed over from lack of sleep or staring into space.

But the moment you opened your mouth and said,

“Eh. I think showering is optional if you’re not sweating,”

Vil nearly dropped his mirror.

“Schatz. What. Did. You. Just. Say?”

You blinked at him from the couch where you were curled up in a ratty hoodie (that you stole from Epel, no less). “I said I’m clean in spirit. That counts.”

Vil screamed internally.

You were chaos. A disaster. A goblin masquerading in his face. You slouched. You had bedhead at 3 p.m. You wore mismatched socks in public. You snacked on dry cereal straight from the box during Heartslabyul’s formal tea party.

And yet.

Vil couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

Because for all your horrendous habits, you were honest. Unapologetic. Confident in a way that wasn’t performative. You radiated self-acceptance without needing a filter. And that infuriated—and fascinated—him.

“Why do you always act like nothing matters?” he snapped once, brushing crumbs off your collar with a sigh. “Have you no pride in your appearance?”

You looked at him—genuinely, deeply—and said, “Vil… I spent my entire life trying to be perfect. Then I realized I hated the person I was trying to be. Now I’m just me. And I kinda like it.”

He didn’t have a reply. Only silence. Because he was still chasing perfection. Still scared of what he'd find if he stopped.

You never pressured him to change. But when he did let go, even for a second—skipped the highlighter, let his hair stay tousled, wore sweatpants to your room—you’d say, softly, “You look beautiful, y’know. Even when you’re just you.”

The worst part? You meant it. No angles. No flattery. Just truth.

He hated how his heart skipped when you said things like that.

He loved how his heart skipped when you said things like that.

You were the antithesis of him—but the mirror he needed. Not perfect. Not polished. But real. And your love? It wasn’t conditional on appearances or applause.

“You drive me mad,” he muttered one day, pressing a kiss to your forehead while dragging a comb through your tangled hair.

You hummed. “Mmm. But I’m your madness, pretty boy.”

He rolled his eyes. “Ugh. At least let me exfoliate you.”

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Idia Shroud;

To say Idia was shooketh when he first saw you would be a massive understatement.

You had his hair. That glowing, otherworldly blue fire that licked the air in a soft flicker. His haunting golden eyes. His height, his build—even his awkward gait.

Except.

You weren’t awkward. Or shy. Or hiding in your hoodie like a cartoon character avoiding school bullies.

You were a social menace.

“YO, TWISTED WONDER-DORKS!” you shouted across the hallway on your first day, throwing up double peace signs. “The king of charisma has arrived—and he’s cute as hell!”

“DID—DID THAT NPC JUST—HE LOOKS LIKE ME—BUT HIS CHARISMA STAT IS MAXED?!” Idia shrieked, dragging Ortho behind a pillar and nearly overheating.

Your energy? Dangerous. Unpredictable. You flirted with everyone—including Azul (who turned pink) and Vil (who actually smirked). You joined clubs just to “vibe.” You talked to people on purpose. You danced in the quad during lunch like it was a music video and shouted things like “SELF-LOVE IS A BATTLE CRY!”

And worst of all?

You found Idia.

“Ohhhh my god,” you gasped, squatting beside his desk in the Ignihyde lounge, chin on your hands. “You’re adorable. Are you the forbidden emo twin I wasn’t supposed to meet until the boss level?!”

He nearly blue-screened.

Ortho had to reboot him.

It didn’t help that you were endlessly affectionate. You texted him memes at 2 a.m. Called him “babygirl” just to see his hair flare bright pink. Gushed about his game dev skills like they were actual magic.

“You wrote a romance subplot with actual branching dialogue?! Bro. Bro. Bro. I would literally die for you. Say the word.”

“Wh—WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’D DIE FOR ME, YOU BOSS-FIGHT OF A MANIAC—?!”

You never got embarrassed. Never hesitated to yank him into the light, both figuratively and literally.

“You shouldn’t hide,” you said once, softly, brushing his hair back while he blushed so hard it turned ultraviolet. “You’re not just background code, Idy. You’re the main event.”

No one had ever said that to him before. Not like that. Not while wearing his face and meaning it with their whole chest.

You weren’t perfect—hell, you were a glitch in his system—but you believed in him. You dragged him out of his shadow and made him feel seen. It terrified him.

And yet, he found himself waiting for your good morning shrieks. For the surprise bubble tea drops. For your obnoxious encouragement and too-tight hugs.

You weren’t a virus.

You were the patch he never knew he needed.

“...You’re so annoying,” he grumbled one night, as you wrapped a gaming blanket around both of you and kissed his flaming hair.

You smirked. “And yet… I’m your favorite bug.”

He didn’t deny it.

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Malleus Draconia:

When Malleus Draconia first laid eyes on you, it was like gazing into an enchanted mirror—one that had been possessed by a sprite high on sugar, mischief, and zero sense of self-preservation.

You had his dignified frame, his onyx horns, his ancient emerald eyes—but you moved like a wildfire and talked like a bard on a triple-shot espresso.

“’Sup, Tall, Dark, and Scary! You look like me but with more ‘daddy issues’ energy—wanna grab ice cream?”

Malleus blinked. Once. Twice. “…Pardon?”

You looped an arm around his (without permission, of course) and grinned. “I said, let’s go terrorize the townsfolk together! We can do synchronized looming! I’ll even let you pick the creepy fog aesthetic this time.”

Sebek fainted.

Lilia cackled so hard he choked.

Silver… simply accepted the chaos.

You were everything Malleus was not. Talkative. Mortal. Playful to the point of irreverence. You disrespected tradition on the daily and had the gall to call him “Mal-Mal” in front of the Diasomnia dorm.

You—who looked like him, ancient and fae and full of untapped power—acted like the court jester had been given a shot at godhood and was using it to make fart jokes and skip down the cobbled paths of Briar Valley.

And yet… Malleus found you captivating.

You weren’t afraid of him. Not even a little.

When he’d ask you to accompany him on moonlit walks through the glade, you’d end up dragging him into firefly chases. When he attempted regal speeches, you’d interrupt with a glitter cannon and say, “Save it for your villain monologue, sugarplum.”

And when he grew quiet—lost in thought, melancholy brushing his lashes like rain—you’d sit beside him and hum mortal songs, off-key and heartfelt.

“Why do you not fear me?” he asked one night, your head resting in his lap as he braided tiny flowers into your hair—his hair.

You blinked up at him. “Because I see you, Malleus. Not the crown. Not the title. You. And you’re not scary. You’re lonely.”

The silence that followed was sacred. Not uncomfortable—weighty. Real.

You, in all your noisy, erratic, stubborn light, had looked into his darkness and stayed.

“You are chaos incarnate,” he whispered. “And yet… you are mine.”

You smirked, sharp and fond. “Damn right I am, Your Spikiness.”

You held his hand like it was an oath, like it didn’t matter that you were different. Like you chose him.

And Malleus? Malleus, the feared, the noble, the storm wrapped in velvet… let you kiss him on the tip of his horn with a wink and whispered,

“Then let us be opposite stars—destined to orbit, forever drawn.”

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Something had happened… You don’t know what, but…. Something had happened. Something terrible… wrong even…

Drake has been… off? As off as a caffeine addicted tech-head can be… he seems to be on the Bat-Computer more, along with Alfred…

What could Alfred be doing on the computer? You know he helps sometimes with missions when Drake is in missions, but almost every time you went down there to grab more sparring equipment, he was there… Despite your quick glimpses, you couldn’t remember anything concernable.

You only remember seeing a blurry picture of black and white from when you last saw Alfred down there. It infuriates you that you couldn’t remember anything else!

So…. you did something you’d never thought you’d ever do.

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Spy on Alfred. You felt ridiculous for doing this, but when he wants to, Alfred can hide things very VERY well… 

You could only predict how this would go…

With your background, you can hide your presence well and find out what Alfred is doing

Or

2. Alfred, whose background is quite like yours, finds you very quickly and would possibly beat you to the ground.

You hid behind a far enough stalagcite, with a modified spare staff, and used the magnify function in your mask. You felt foolish for going to such lengths, but you’re worried… Worried about Alfred. About his mental well-being… You are sure you’re the first to notice the change in his behavior. How he is more distant with everyone… How almost zombie-like his reactions are when someone talks to him. How his eyes are glazed over, looking distantly at nothing.

During your worried thoughts, you heard some distant footsteps towards the Bat-Computer. 

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Ah…. It’s just Drake- oh. Alfred's with him. Finally!

You watched as they both walked to the Bat-Computer, talking about something? It frustrates you that they have their backs to you, but you couldn’t complain… You’re spying on them after all….

Then, you saw Drake click on a folder you’ve never seen, then Alfred types in a passcode. Article after article pops up with pictures of someone you don’t know… notes pop up along with the pictures.

{Last contacted XX/XX/XXX– Through personal phone]

{Last wrote XX/XX/XXXX– … ]

{Last known location– {Hope’s Peak Academy}]

{Last known activity– Entering Class bɘqqɒɿɈ ϱniɘd]

{Hope’s Peak Academy}? Who does Alfred know in {Hope’s Peak}? None of the residents here go to school anymore(you graduated early)….

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Nakamura? 

You… you- [Name] Nakamura?? You remembered who that is… You remember Alfred introducing you both when you first walked into the manor. How he beamed with pride as if they were his own child. Admittedly, back then, you were a bit jealous about how he introduced you both… 

You remember demeaning their existence. How you were the heir, and they a leech. That you were legitimate, that his mother and father loved each other, that they were nothing but the child of a fling(you were then punished by Alfred afterwards and were told that their mothers asked our father to be their donor).

Their importance to father, to the family(you had become jealous that they were normal… so SO normal). You… you remember in attempts to connect, they’d give you lunchboxes… Lunchboxes, you’d admittedly thrown away dramatically(childishly). Origami animals… Trying to draw next to you…

In your grown age(17) you came to regret those actions in your youth. But… you couldn’t bring yourself to face them. 

Perhaps from embarrassment? Or were you scared that they’ll turn you away with hatred in their eyes? That your only blood sibling hated you for the past…

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You dodge in what you could only describe as a batarang… Ah… caught….

“Young Master Damian….” “Damian.” shit…..

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[hp-confessions]

“James and Sirius hated Snape because of overt/latent classism!”

We are literally shown the exact moment their enmity started (the train scene with Lily) and it’s just stupid kids being stupid kids. James and Snape immediately clashed without knowing anything about each other’s backgrounds, families, or ideologies – both come across as equally immature as is typical for 11-year-olds. Sirius, who imho comes across as the least childish from the three in that scene, only responded and conversed with James at first – it’s only after Snape makes the “if you’d rather be brawny than brainy” comment that he hits back at him.

If you want to argue that class played a role in how James and Sirius perceived Snape after mutual hostility had already been established between them, that’s fine – I personally disagree, but each to their own. But arguing that they targeted him specifically/primarily because he was poor when that is demonstrably not what happened is ridiculous.

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[transmutationisms]

I was just reading the anti psych faq you helped write, found it really interesting. I’ve found myself with a question more about prison abolition, which I find broadly reasonable but I’m slightly sceptical of the idea that no one should experience incarceration. The two edge cases im thinking of are serial killers and counterrevolutionaries - I realise the former is an insignificant minority but it still seems to me that in the case of a repeated murderer acting from an incentive other than economic need it’s necessary to restrict their freedom in some way to prevent it continuing maybe? And obviously I think most serious communists would agree some form of repression of the bourgeoisie is necessary for the survival of a socialist state

i don't think serial killers is even a hypothetical worth entertaining tbqh. first of all it's a cop narrative you're still entertaining, second of all you're now assuming prisons even 'work', either in the sense of successfully capturing violent individuals or, and this one matters more, in the sense of eliminating violence. a prison is a site of violence, both the incarceration itself and the conditions inside it. all you've done if you do manage to incarcerate a bunch of people, no matter how violent they were or weren't, is displace violence to somewhere other people don't have to think about it anymore. running the rape factory to prevent violence.

& i fucking hate getting into the counterrevolutionaries discourse on here so i won't really

because it immediately turns into the most pigheaded possible contest between ppl who contrarily declare that any possible form of like basic social organisation is repression vs ppl who contrarily declare that if the party they like does something it's intrinsically fine (backyard surgery vs the people's cecot) & i don't think anyone actually disagrees it is necessary to suppress the bourgeoisie or that violence is part of class warfare lol but then they go round and round playing language games about what is suppression and what is an institution and how close do we want to get to just restating the fucking libertarian non-aggression principle. and this has the same problem as any prison discourse, which is that people assume incarceration like. works. for example the idea of 'reeducation camps' actually changing people's minds lol like, ok me when i think the world is high school debate club and i think high school debate club has ever changed someone's mind on anything at all. if you think certain political action or speech needs to be suppressed i don't think that's actually an unusual position at all but the trick is which and how. and nobody wants to be serious and own their position on the weeds of these questions they just want to write snappy one liners about carcerality or class character and get a few hundred notes from Blogs. in capitalist society suppression of revolutionaries occurs largely via economic mechanisms, ie the threat or imposition of poverty; the state has a monopoly on certain articulations of this violence but certainly not on others (ive said before but most freedom of speech discourse needs to be understood as a problem more likely to concern retaliation by your employer than by a shadowy governmenr agent showing up at your door). so it seems to me largely the real question is, given we ('we') broadly do agree this economic mechanism is bad & unjust & precisely the thing we are fighting against existing, what analogue are we imagining to deal with the reverse problem of counterrevolutionaries in a communist or transitional condition. & you can't just say oh limited prisons or prisons but they're really niceys or prisons but they work this time but you also can't just say everyone will run around individually like adam smith free moral agents but in agreement with me because i liberated them like you have to actually answer the question so that's tumblr done for

[ghostgirl-22]

Yall I just saw a tiktok and not gonna link cause absolutely no hate to the creator who seems lovely… but basically she says it was a cop out for challengers not to answer one of the main questions posed by the narrative: “who wins the match?/who’s the better tennis player?”

She relates it to… if GOT never said who sits on the iron throne (idk im the one person who never watched it). Or if succession never told you who got ceo.

Idk for me I can’t disagree more. Idgaf who won the match…itd be nice to have a definitive answer but i dont feel like thats the central question posed by the film. Mostly cause as a former tennis player i was not surprised to learn that luca dgaf tennis lol. I think i was more curious as to what the relationships would look like afterwards (do they reunite or go their separate ways, or both reunite and then go their seprate ways). But now im not sure what that central question is…

What do you guys think? What is challengers’ thesis? What question is presented in the film? (beyond that one orgasm delayed for 13 years. Lol) do you think the filmmakers answered it? Did you want them to? More importantly how did you feel about the ending?

[barbara-gordons-glasses]

OKAY MORE OMNI-MARK/AMBER HEADCANONS BECAUSE THEY’RE MY FAVORITE LOVES 🥰🥰🥰

1.) in O. Mark’s universe, I headcanon that Eve actually didn’t have a crush on/pursued Mark, but AMBER. So, I think Eve tried getting close to Amber and O. Mark could sense that, so that’s why he hated Eve

2.) another reason could be that Amber accidentally ended up in the middle of a fight and Eve either accidentally hurt Amber with her powers or was too late to save her from an attack

3.) Omni-Mark wants to beat the shit out of Main Mark for his immaturity and for breaking Amber’s heart (he finds out about their breakup through Main Mark’s Amber) AND for not even attempting to get her back

4.) Omni-Mark doesn’t tell his Amber about the MarkEve situation. If he did, she’d definitely just laugh it off. Again, she’s confident in THEIR relationship, not MarkEve’s

5.) When O. Mark and Amber have kids, they have two twin girls and a boy. They’re treated like royalty (which they are) and grow up experiencing the love and protection Mark provides for Amber every single day

6.) O. Mark actually originally planned to train his kids to be apart of the empire as soldiers (not the mindless ones assigned to conquer planets) but Amber REFUSED. This causes an argument that eventually ends with neither side winning. They’ll let their children decide

7.) O. Mark is the assigned hair stylist of their family no sit down I’m not taking criticism

8.) O. Mark, although his face is very stoic most of the time, always smiles for his family, for his wife and girls and boy. His smile is so pretty and rare that Amber has an album on her phone dedicated to those specific moments

9.) O. Mark wants to go to Viltrum to raise the kids there but ultimately decides to stay on earth. At the time, Viltrum still isn’t fit to raise children safely or progressively. He’s afraid Viltrum standards will negatively impact his childrens’ minds and Amber’s view of herself as a human

10.) before the kids start school, O. Mark gives them the talk, as in what to do if their powers arrive, what NOT TO DO, and how to make friends, pay attention in class, yada yada

11.) Amber is an amazing, caring mother. I can see her being the money-maker of the family while O. Mark takes on the house role of taking care of the house/kids. I headcanon that she works with kids and the disadvantaged so she is an incredibly sensitive, understanding woman. She also grew up with a man that had to leave a lot due to heroism (that he truly did not gaf about) so she’s patient

12.) They’re both brave when they wave to their kids goodbye, but they both break down when they leave the school

13.) They rant about their children the whole time, hoping they’re doing well. O. Mark takes Amber flying and “coincidentally” flies past the school fourteen times

14.) the kids’ days were amazing and they worried for nothing

15.) speaking of the children, their powers kick in at about ten years old. Their two daughters get theirs at the same time, while playing mermaids in their pool and suddenly they’re playing astronauts in space, floating high above the pool and startling the shit out of their neighbors.

16.) Their son gets his when he sees a spider in the corner of his room, screams, throws his comic book at it, and creates a hole in the wall (he missed the spider)

17.) O. Mark trains the kids how to use their powers and dreads the day they ask to become heroes

18.) surprisingly enough, it never comes. At least, not soon. Their kids prefer helping at the soup kitchen their mother still volunteers at

19.) I like the idea that the variants, before escaping the sand dimension, became close with each other. Do they still irritate the shit out of each other? Duh, but they also don’t totally despise each other

20.) O. Mark is closest with shiesty, full-masked, and maskless. Sometimes they visit each other’s dimensions to hang out (and their respective amazing significant others hang out as well)

21.) O. Mark only trusts those three around his kids. He doesn’t like Mohawk (even if Mohawk is kind of the fun uncle) and despises sinister (who is the creepy uncle that gifts the kids weapons)

22.) forgot to mention this earlier but Amber’s mother also definitely has a huge role in their lives. She approves of O. mark because of his commitment to her baby and her grandbabies. O. Mark and Grandma Bennett have a silent agreement that they would kill a bitch for Amber

23.) Grandma Bennett offers to make suits for the kids if they ever decide to become heroes. O. Mark informs her of Art’s existence and she insists anyways

24.) Amber and O. Mark still absolutely go on dates. No matter how long they’ve been together, their love for each other is still fierce, still so prevalent. They will be like 80 and Amber will still giggle if O. Mark flirts with her. Nothing will ever come between them and they know it

25.) another cute one I thought of is Viltrumite’s senses are enhanced. O. Mark knows Amber by the sound of her laugh, the smell of her hair and lotion, the sight of her pretty smile and the green tint her eyes have, and the soft skin of her hands and body every time they lay together.

25.) O. Mark and Amber have had the inevitable conversation before. What will happen when Amber’s time eventually has to come to an end? The easy way — O. Mark finds some magic wizard and forces him to give Amber immortality (or a longer lifespan) and they live happily ever after. The harder, sadder way — O. Mark plans to die as soon as his wife isn’t around. He knows his children will be grown and independent by then, that they’ll have their own lives and their own families. He loves his children to death, but he can’t fathom living without his wife, without his Amber, so he must die too. I imagine he’d ask for a Viltrumite execution as soon as possible, or he’d just fly himself into the sun and stay there until he eventually dies. Amber does not know his plan and it is the one thing he will never tell her

TEEHEE 🥰🥰 @seleneprince @onlybatsyy

[strzxrin]

Ough just had a thought abt Wei zhong..hear me out, since he's a bunny hybrid and all...mating season. Like he'll prolly be cooped up in his room trying to relieve himself in any way but then the reader (theyre dating) comes in nd is like "u gud? I heard weird nois-" nd then he pounces on the reader begging them to ride him

OR

Hes somehow still a sub even tho he's on top of you

i just can't help myself, i'm actin like an animal !

synopsis. ┆  he's in his mating season and it hurts so bad, he needs some relief. thank god he has you! now he can finally do something about the ache.

tags/warnings. ┆  male!reader, just smut, porn w/out plot, fucking like rabbits (literally), rutting, handjob (giving), blowjobs (both receiving), cow girl(boy), praising, dacryphilia, overstimulation, dumbification

characters. ┆  wei zhong ( nerd . bunny demi character )

a/n. ┆  MALE READERRRR soz gang i really wanted to write a male reader for this scenario specifically. i know this was probably intended with a gn!reader, so you can still take it as a gn!reader with a strap on instead if you want to! i had so much fun writing this though

masterlist ┆ character wiki

you just came back from classes, having done with them today and you went to your boyfriend’s place. but you didn’t see him in the living room which made you confused at first, thinking that he’s in his room. 

but what you didn’t expect was hearing him moan out your name desperately.

his door was unlocked, and it was opened just slightly, letting you take a quick sneak to see him humping against your sweater with your underwear shoved against his nose as he whimpered. 

you were one of the few who can see through the mist, but it seems like your boyfriend doesn’t realise what he is. you knew what was going on, and you couldn’t help but find the cliche of this all.

“seems like someone really did miss me” you cooed which made him gasp and cummed at the sound of your voice. he turned his head and saw you, his face flushed and he looked like a mess. 

“( n-name )” he stuttered, his words almost slurred and you can’t help but get hard at how unbelievably hot your boyfriend looks. a temptress he is. you cooed even more and go up to him, to which he was so desperate and grabbed onto your clothes, sniffing you.

“my poor bunny.. so fuckin horny aren’t you?” you whispered, watching him nod with teary eyes. you hummed, cupping his cock in your hands and slowly stroking it. he moans into your neck and his ears twitch.

your hand feels so good on his cock that he can’t help but mewl like a desperate slut. he needed more, making him move his hips, humping against your hand as you kissed his tears away. “there there, i promise i’ll make it feel all better, yeah?” you murmured, stroking him a couple more times as he inevitably cums.

you pushed him on the bed gently before you went down, taking his cock in your mouth as he gripped onto your hair for support “( name )!” he cried out, moaning and rolling his eyes back while you suck and tease his cock to make sure he feels everything you’re doing to him.

with your hands, you undid your belt and took out your cock from your fly. you stroked your dick alongside with your head movements. wei zhong cums quickly, but you don’t hate him for that. in his defense, everything you do to him makes him melt.

“fuckfuckfuck m’cumming again” he slurred as you feel him pouring his cum into your mouth. you swallowed everything and pulled off with a pop. the moment you stood up, suddenly wei zhong was on his knees, giving you a blowjob in return.

you groaned softly, feeling his warm mouth sucking you with desperate need. you gripped onto his hair, guiding him to take your cock just how you liked it and he obeyed everything. you always made him feel good, so he wants you to feel good too.

you watch him gag and his movements becoming sloppy. it took every restraint in your body to not shove his head further and cummed into his throat directly. “fuckkk that’s it, take it all,” you grunted before cumming.

he swallowed it all and pulled off, giving a kiss on your tip before opening his mouth to show you that he took it all. “such a good boy for me, yeah?” you murmured, pulling him up to kiss him. 

you could taste your cum on his lips and he could taste his cum on yours. it was a heady mix and he can’t help but moan even more.

you sat on his bed, and he sat in your lap, grinding his dick against your thigh for friction which made you hum from the kiss. you pulled away and placed your fingers into his mouth, to which he eagerly sucked and licked. 

“so filthy..” you murmured, kissing his neck, littering hickeys all over as he whimpered with his mouth full of your fingers. seeing how it was wet enough, you pulled your fingers away and pushed it against his asshole, stretching him open.

he moaned loudly, his back arched as you started to pump your fingers into him, making sure that he could feel every bit of you. he babbled into your neck, grinding against your digits as he gets close to cumming again, and you could tell with how he tightens up. 

so, with your free hand, you stroke his cock again and he was a goner. he cummed and made a mess with your shirt but you paid no mind. you did it again and again, hitting his prostate until he was stretched enough. 

he was fully overstimulated and dumbed out when you finally pushed your cock in. he screamed and you cooed softly, patting his head and letting him take it slow. when he got comfortable, he started to bounce up and down, riding your dick as if it was the last time he would be able to do this.

“there you go.. suck a good bunny, jumping on my cock like that” you murmured, putting your hands on his hips as you guided him with his ride. there was drool leaking from his lips and his eyes glazed with lust. so irresistible, that you felt like you were the one that was having a heat.

well, it’s going to be a long night for the both of you, but you doubt that neither of you mind.

[xxdragonspadesxx]

MHA Headcannons that Headcanoned so hard, we thought they were part of Canon (also nostalgic stuff we see across fics)

*Potential Spoiler Warning for both anime and manga*

Shoto is a conspiracy theorist

Detective Tsukauchi has a lie detector quirk (he doesn’t but his sister Makoto has one)

Kirishima has 2 moms

Fanon Eri

Kirishima calls Bakugou

“Bakubro” and Mina calls him “Bakubabe”

The Bakusquad and Dekusquad

Dabi’s fear of heights

Dabihawks and their fanon backstory (childhood friends au) before the canon reveal

Dabi’s Ice Quirk (this actually did become canon lol!)

Dabi being Toya Todoroki (also became canon)

Ground Zero

Ochako being the only one Bakugou calls by name

Dabi is emo

Aizawa and Present Mic adopting Eri

Present Mic calling his students “Little Listeners”

Teka Todoroki (YA'LL REMEMBER HER?!?)

Dad For One

All For One being akin to a potato

All Might being akin to a sunflower

“Presentation Michael”

Hawks being a crackhead

Hawks calling kids/students “chicklets”

Anti-Bullying Assembly

Mitsuki and Inko being good friends (they don’t interact a lot in canon)

Inko being a lawyer

Shinsou being a coffee addict + sleep deprived

Aizawa and Present Mic adopting Shinsou

The Izuku and Tomura cousin/sibling theory

League of Villain (and Hawks) shenanigans + found family (It’s canon now fight me)

Decay not being Shigaraki’s original quirk and his dry skin being a side effect (became canon)

Shigaraki and the chapstick jokes

“Handjob”

The League of Villains all living together in a bar

Izuku having the All For One quirk

The quirkless red shoe theory

Mamagiri (though technically, if you look at the MHA games, it can be argued–so pretty sure it is canon in its own way)

Dabi stealing Endeavor’s credit card

Villain Rehab

Best Jeanist being a parental figure towards Hawks

Corrupt HPSC (canon)

Aizawa’s, Oboro’s, Present Mic’s, Midnight’s, and Tensei’s friendship back in U.A

The nickname “problem Child” (we saw it once and ran with it)

Dabi likes cold soba (canon)

Dabi hating the color red (could possibly be canon based on the Ultra Age Fanbook)

Dabi crashing on Hawks’ couch

HPSC training child soldiers (canon)

The Todoroki In-Laws

Aoyama being the all-knowing and constantly breaking the fourth wall (we know the truth now)

U.A Traitor Kaminari

Bakugou Gordan Ramsey

Bakugou constantly showing up to Izuku’s class in the future (this is new)

Bakugou’s parents are fashion designers

Yoichi Shigaraki being a Gen-Z (shoutout to anyone who knows the legendary fic)

Dabi having motion sickness (this is canon)

Hawks and Dabi (Toya) as childhood friends/HPSC classmate theory (remember that iconic comic?)

Izuku, Bakugou, and Shoto being the top 3 heroes in that order

Mr. Compress being Kurogiri’s co-parent

Shigaraki being an Eraserhead fanboy (canon)

Dr. Unjiko having stole Izuku’s quirk

That one nomu being Dr. Ujiko’s grandchild (Izuku’s childhood bully)

Dadzawa (canon)

Shigaraki playing and naming the League after LOL (canon)

All those Twitter based au’s/fics

Geten is a Himura (canon)

Dabi’s Phoenix Quirk

And that's all! Pretty sure there's more but I can't remember them at the moment.

Divider credit: dividers.crd.co

[reijisteacup]

Hai, I once sent an ask about another bride coming along with yui but I forgot to mention one detail

How would the s boys react if they both would gossip about their classmates, especially in the limo in front of them, not caring if they listen or not like just ignoring them and gossiping? Like the other bride would legit come inside the limo, sit next to yui and then start spilling the tea about every crazy things that happened at school and about their classmates.

Oh the drama we love the diadivasss <3

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Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki:

Shu’s pretending to sleep. AirPods in. Ignoring everything. “And then Sensei said he used to play violin professionally—” “He quit after his wife cheated on him with the choir teacher!” Shu opens one eye. “...Hmph. Idiot should’ve known better than to fall in love.” Then shuts it again. But they’ve got him. He’s listening now. Silently judging every classmate like the cryptid king he is. Sometimes throws in a savage one-liner that stuns both girls. “Wait, how did you know Makoto has foot pics online?” “...You can tell. His face screams it.”

Reiji Sakamaki:

Reiji is mentally uninstalling the concept of “teenage girls” from the universe. He’s glaring out the window with that strained smile of someone who just heard the word “slay” used non-ironically 14 times. “And THEN she said, ‘It’s giving... single father on a bender.’” “OH MY GOD—” Reiji slowly turns his head, “How is it that both of you possess mouths yet lack a single useful thought between them?” They ignore him again. Fatal mistake. He clears his throat, “If you insist on vomiting meaningless nonsense in my presence, kindly do it without breathing oxygen I require.” They giggle harder. He pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s this close to kicking them out

Laito Sakamaki:

Laito’s chilling with his hat over his eyes, smirking. “Mmm~ how scandalous, Bitch-chan. I didn’t know you were such a gossip~” Then Yui says, “Did you hear about Yamada and what happened behind the gym?!” and Laito sits up. “Ehh~? And here I thought I was the star of your dirty little stories.” They keep going. Ignore him completely. “...Hellooo~? Bitch-chan~? Don’t I get to hear the juicy bits? Or be the juicy bit?” Still no response. He sulks like a cat ignored by its owner. “Fiiine~ but next time you’re bored at school, don’t come crying to me~ hmph.”

Kanato Sakamaki:

Yui and the bride sit down and launch into, “You will not believe what Saori wore to gym class—” “Wait, was it the cheetah print—?!” Kanato blinks. Once. Twice. “Shut. Up.” They don’t even look at him. “Teddy and I do not care what some worthless girl wore to gym class!” Still ignored. Suddenly, Teddy is hurled across the limo. “STOP TALKING OR I’LL RIP HER UGLY SKIRT OFF MYSELF!” Kanato hates being ignored. He hates being left out. And he definitely hates Yui laughing at someone else’s drama. Cue screaming. Possibly a window breaking. Only stops when Yui pats his head and says, “Fine, fine, we’ll tell you too, Kanato-kun~”

Ayato Sakamaki:

At first, he tries to pretend he’s unbothered, leaning back with his legs spread like a king. But after hearing ten straight minutes of, “And then, he tripped, and his entire toupee flew across the class—” “STOP! NOT HIS TOUPEE—” He’s had ENOUGH. Ayato slams his foot on the floor. “Oi, Chichinashi! Why are you talkin’ about some ugly four-eyes when I’m sitting right here?!” When they ignore him and keep gossiping, he full-on leans between them, desperate for attention. “Tch! You two hens squawkin’ like this is a beauty salon or somethin’—HEY, ARE YOU LAUGHING?!” He either inserts himself aggressively or pouts in the corner with crossed arms like a sulky dog.

Subaru Sakamaki:

Subaru’s in the corner, arms crossed, trying desperately not to listen… but he’s hearing everything. “—and then she moaned by accident during the fire drill—” “NOOOOOOO—” His ears turn red. “Tch! Do you have to be so damn loud?!” They ignore him. “And then Takahashi said he’d rather date a vending machine—” “HONESTLY, SAME.” He slams his fist on the seat. “I SAID SHUT UP!” But five minutes later, he’s leaning in slightly. Quiet. Curious. “Wait… which Takahashi…?” They smirk. He’s invested now.

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami:

At first, he tries to tolerate it. He thinks it’s harmless. But after the fourth “OH MY GOD she totally cheated during the group project—” he just shuts down. He snaps his book shut. Looks Yui dead in the eye. “Livestock. If I cared to know what your classmates were doing, I would read a diary penned by narcissists and morons.” She keeps going. “And then she got caught making out behind the school nurse’s office!” He’s staring into the void now. Contemplating whether strangling himself with his tie would be more dignified than listening to this. Eventually, he says, “I will be deducting five reading hours from your week for every new story I hear.” “Okay but wait—Yamada was wearing fuzzy purple Crocs with the school uniform—” visibly glitching

Kou Mukami:

Kou is offended that he's not the center of attention. “Ehh~? Yui-chan, why are you talking about some nobody from school when I’m right here~?” But once they drop something juicy, like: “You didn’t hear?! She got a secret nose job over summer break!” Kou goes, “WAIT, WHAAAAT~?! No way! Her nose was always giving ‘unfiltered raisin’! "Immediately scoots closer, wide-eyed. Pulls out his phone. “Do we have before-and-after pics?! Show me! No, seriously, show me!!” He’s so into it that even Ruki sighs, “Kou. You are making it worse.” “I’m not gossiping. I’m just... studying my competition~"

Yuma Mukami:

At first, “Tch. Why the hell are ya talkin’ ‘bout all this dumb crap? Who cares if some chick got her skirt stuck in the escalator?” Then he hears, “...And then she cried because her fake lashes fell off in the rain!” And Yuma dies laughing. “BWAH! Her fake lashes?! Man, that’s karma right there!” Now he’s in it. He’s shouting from the backseat, “Yo, what’s the tea on that rich girl with the poodle bag? The one who tried to fight a vending machine last week?” He doesn’t realize he’s gossiping with them now. And when the other brothers point it out, he gets flustered. “I ain’t gossipin’! I’m just sayin’! Ain’t nothin’ wrong with knowin’ your enemies!” (He totally is. Yuma is a girl's girl)

Azusa Mukami:

Azusa is just sitting there. Blinking. Holding his hands in his lap. “...And THEN she said she was in a love triangle with her homeroom teacher and the soccer captain—” “...What’s... a triangle of love...?” They try to explain it to him but it makes it worse. “So... she’s in pain...? But... she caused it...? That’s... beautiful…” Now he’s making it a psychological metaphor and everyone else is scared. “Bro, it’s not that deep.” “But... pain always is…”

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami:

Carla is giving full “I have lived for millennia and this is my punishment” energy. “And then he rejected her in front of the entire cafeteria!” “LIKE HE COULDN’T HAVE DONE IT OVER TEXT???” Carla would be sipping his wine. “If I turned every insolent fool in your school into ash, would it silence you?” They ignore him and keep going. He closes his eyes and murmurs, “...You speak of creatures as if they matter. None of them will survive the next 100 years. “Exactly! And that’s why she should’ve just hooked up with him for fun!” Carla’s eye twitches. If it weren’t for his weird, reluctant affection toward Yui, he would have already opened a wormhole just to escape this dimension.

Shin Tsukinami:

At first? Shin’s living for the gossip. Legs sprawled out, fangs flashing, laughing his ass off. “And THEN her eyebrow pencil broke mid-argument—” “DID SHE FIGHT WITH NO EYEBROWS?!” “HAHAHA—SHE WENT TO WAR BARE-FACED?! BRUTAL.” But then… “Also, Shin-kun, one of the girls from Class A said she’d totally let him bite her.” The smile drops. “...Who?” “Why? You wanna bite her?” “No. I want her head on a stick.” “Wow, you really are territorial.” “Say another word and I’ll mark you too. So now the limo is full of petty divine rage and territorial wolf energy because some girl said she liked him.

[egophiliac]

Hello ! I positively adore the running joke of Idia unknowingly finding Lilia to be the coolest guy ever whenever he doesn't know it's him, like when Silver described his father, or obviously with muscle red. I can't say what'd be funnier, Idia finding out his online best friend is actually Lilia, resident spooky hyper fairy; or them both never finding out, and it'd become even more ridiculous as time goes on. How do you think it'll play out ? You're always so on point

(Also, though it makes sense, I'm still devastated bat boy didn't get a ticket for the Halloween skeleton train : ( does anyone mentions him at some point ? Like how he'd have fit right in with all those Halloween town little freaks, and how he'd have impressed them with his spooks and scared techniques; after all he's been every Briar Valley's children worst fear on Halloween for centuries. I'm on the eng server and I didn't wanna spoil myself by watching the whole thing on youtube)

Have a nice day !

you and me both, Idia and Lilia being oblivious online BFFs (+ Idia being incredibly intimidated any time Silver brings up his jock gamer dad) is my favorite running joke/subplot. 🤝 it's SO good, to the point where I also am unsure if I actually want it to ever be resolved or not...maybe, like, as a post-canon stinger or something? everyone's standing around covered in overblot ink, and Idia and Lilia's phones go off at the same time...

(legit I do think this is part of why Idia couldn't be present for Lilia's dream, because for some reason Lilia decided he was going to just. embody his past self online. he probably quotes his own battle strategies or whatever in the middle of boss fights. Idia didn't pick up on the whole "oh how weird that we both live on a super remote island" thing, but he would spend thirty seconds listening to General Lilia describing siege warfare and be like "w-wait")

all that aside, however it does end up happening, I do see Lilia being very blasé and all "oh! cool!" about it. y'know, taking it very much in stride! and Idia...very much not.

(can't tell if tumblr is going to chew this into illegibility or not, this will be a fun surprise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

as for Lilia sadly missing out on Halloweentown shenanigans...he does get one little mention as part of an offhand reference to the light music club, but so far no one has brought up how this basically is just Lost In the Book of Liliatown (Sebek's been too busy yelling about not getting to be in the same group as Malleus). 😔 honestly though, it's probably for the best that he got left out, because he would just settle right in and refuse to ever leave. canon would shatter. we would miss out on all the delightful angst of episode 7 because Lilia is too busy eating poisonous shrubbery inbetween practicing his very best screams, and no one can pull him away from it.

(I can hope for a sequel next year though...)

[800db-cloud]

i’ve been wanting to do this since day one

[fellhellion]

couldn’t stop thinking about this

[freyadragonlord]

Han Yoojin: the best way to tame beasts - and people! ;) - is through food!

Sung Hyunjae, serving him eggs: that's really clever, Han Yoojin-gun

Han Yoojin: I can surely bond with Chief Taewon if we have a few meals together

Sung Hyunjae, serving him dessert: how brilliant ^^

Han Yoojin: wow this is really good, maybe you're not completely terrible

Sung Hyunjae: ^^

[lukazade]

These kids are NOT studying rn

[heartorbit]

HAPPY NEWONDERHOY YEAR 🍡