#Idiots try to virtue signal

[simon-newman]

Okay.

After another dive into "For you" tab I am SUCK AND TIRED of people virtue signaling by PRAISING Studio Trigger or the Dungeon Meshi author FOR MAKING FALIN CHUBBY.

I get that body positivity is all the hype those days especially in America but I don't think you're sending the right signal.

Being "Chubby" is a vague term but mostly associated with being slightly above the average weight - internet search often links to BMI above 25 - implying overweight.

Meanwhile what you call "chubby" and praise in the name of body positivity is... A COMPLETELY NORMAL AND HEALTHY BODY.

Falin is NOT overweight in the slightest.

JUST TAKE A FUCKING LOOK!

Manga:

Anime:

And if you fuckers think this is "fat" because she's leaning forward there's the other shot:

And there's also the OFFICIAL data that gives Falin's BMI at 24 which is within normal body weight. She's also active adventurer - even if she's a cleric her actual healthy range of BMI might be higher than the tables imply.

She looks slim in general. Just not as slim as the main elf girl. Because -you know - Marcille is an Elf and is built more slim in general with official BMI 20 she's closer to the lower end of the healthy range (at least for humans, IDK what healthy is for elves tho). Falin's face is also more round which doesn't really mean shit regarding body weight.

Y'all body positivity fuckers want to virtue signal but you have no fucking clue what healthy, non-overweight body looks like.

#Dungeon Meshi #Delicious in Dungeon #Dungeon Cuisine #Body Weight #Falin #Falin Touden #Faylin #Brainrot #Idiots try to virtue signal

[bottlepiecemuses]

Virtue Signalers Cheer One Jewish Girl Who Faced Injustice In The Past, While Booing Another One In The Present Facing Current Ones

Again as people said before people like dead Jews over alive Jews because they want someone to pity and to feel sorry for while not actually do anything of substance to help and even better they show more sympathy for their enemies who lie about them. People just want victims to pity rather than people who are willing to fight back from being oppressed but like zero tolerance school idiots they condemn only the one who hit back harder. Seriously, these people are people with main character syndrome who think they are the good guys because they believe modern society could never become as corrupt and cruel as past society. Guess what injustice can appear over and over again but in different forms. When you are cheering on mobs trying to harm this girl then you are on the bad side.

#eurovision #eurovsion2024 #israel #eden golan #pro-israel #anti-israel is bigotry #anti-zionism is bigotry #anti zionism is antisemitism #israel solidarity #zionism #pro-zionism #ann frank

[masha-nikita]

Fedor von Bock's War Diary, a commentary

I have been reading von Bock’s war diary, and have noticed some interesting trends. I tend to agree with the Amazon top reviewer M. G Watson’s opinion, that it is written in excruciating details and professional jargon, and it may pose some problems for casual readers.

To a lay person, von Bock’s diary is heavily bogged down by factual statements and descriptions of the frontline situation, and its lack of sensibility means that the entries do not take the viewers deeper into analyzing a bigger picture nor do they show the colors of the writer’s mind and intentions- yet paradoxically, it is precisely what Bock’s mind is like- soldierly and loyal, to a point that he lacks common sense in basic human relations.

You’d get a sense that, yes, clearly this beauty is a bit off-kilter; no wonder according to E.A. Hart's "Hitler’s Generals", he was a social outcast among the officers, his harsh professional skills have no use in a normal civil society, and in turn, anything or anybody not wearing an uniform does not exist to him. You couldn't get more "autistic" than that.

The diary is clearly self-conscious that there may be readers, and oh boy, does von Bock like to complain to his readers that the OKH commanders are idiots! But not to a point that it attempts to manipulate the readers’ perceptions in order to virtue signal or to back stab, like certain historical memoirs do.

What I do not agree with Watson entirely, is whether or not his respect for Hitler was genuine, as Bock needed to maintain a positive relationship with the Fuhrer to get what he wanted, or else Halder would limit his actions left right and center, which exasperates von Bock.

It is said that Bock was initially heavily implicated in the 720 plot, only to be spared because one of his former staff commented that “Bock has been very respectful of the Fuhrer”—the thing is, that officer cited this according to his older memories, not knowing that in his retirement, Bock demonstrated how hateful he was of Hitler’s guts (source needed).

Personal comments and private sentiments are so lacking in this diary that I believe Bock was secretly socially awkward-- yet he was not afraid to make other generals awkward with him. He only regarded other generals as parts of his professional military machinery. However, he didn’t seem to hold any grudges-- I mean, the Kluge-Guderian kind of negativity, hating other generals and trying on colleagues' career destruction all the damn time.

Basically, people agreeing with Bock = a happy Bock; people not agreeing with Bock = a angry-crying emoji Bock. He also uses simplistic language like “beautiful lads”, “the soldier beamed at me", “the division is good but tired” that gives off impressions of him speaking whatever is on his mind. He keeps his diary content strictly professional, so when emotions do break out, these are oh so simple, pure and raw. Bock uses exclamation marks too excessively, a sign that he doesn’t know how to employ elaborate words to communicate how he feels.

When he laughs, he laughs; he laughs at the paranoid patients' wild antics; when he's upset, he's upset, saying "Schlieffen turns in his grave!" because "I am not allowed freedom further eastward!" It pains me to see he say things like "The misery those fleeing the war is terrible", "frightful misery of the refugees, but what can I do?" The helplessness in Bock's voice is so astounding when his personal interests, his character and the war context are taken into consideration.

It is so beautiful when a butcher knife weeps tears of blood.

If the emotion runs even deeper, he becomes quieter and more reserved. The readers have no chance seeing his softer spots. Who could blame this hardened soul for never writing anything about his stepson, whom he dressed up in little sailor outfit and took to see a military parade, so full of hope that the boy could be like him, or his grief when his family died?

11-9, 1939, Fedor von Bock very briefly and vaguely ordered von Kuchler to convene a court martial. Through the editor's archival supplement, we see that the SS artillery members killed lots of Polish Jews, and Fedi was NOT pleased. This informs me that when Fedi lingers on the "positive notes" about Hitler, it was probably artificial. Either massive Jewish civilian death really shook him, or he deliberately hid this court martial incident from his readers-- of whom there were certainly Nazi personnel.

#wwii germany #fedor von bock #heer #the war diary #wehrmachtblr #wehrmacht #3rd reich #fedi #my art

[myfandomrealitea]

I always want to wholeheartedly agree with the "create what you want, just label it" argument. I really want to. Right up until people defend unexamined bigotry. For example, I once ran into a story where Martha Jones was actually about to fail out of medical school when she met The Doctor, because she was "incapable" of learning human anatomy and medicine, and despite "bribing her teachers". I wrote in my journal that I thought the story was racist, in a public post, and people scolded me for being censorious and not letting people "have fun". (This was back when LJ was viable.) I have a pile of other experiences like that. I would never agree with the antis that Someone (aka them) should prevent people from writing whatever, but I feel like to completely agree with "create what you want, no limits, nothing matters but creating," I have to agree that a fan of color has no right to be hurt by a story that turns an intelligent Black woman into a cheat and an idiot, even in that fan's own space. What do you think?

You have every right to feel offended or hurt by a story. But your hurt and offense does not negate someone else's ability to create. Nor does it dictate that you can tell them what they can and cannot create.

How do you know the author wasn't a person of color themselves? How do you know they weren't writing the story based on their own emotions, difficulties or experiences? Is painting a person of color as 'unintelligent' a common theme in their works or was it just the plot device of this specific story? If Martha Jones was Asian or Indian or Caucasian, would you have still been offended on her behalf that an intelligent woman/intelligent woman of color was being turned into 'an idiot'?

These are questions we have to ask ourselves when trying to determine if a work was genuinely created with the intent of being harmful. Because individually not liking or being hurt by the content's of a story is not a good enough reason to advocate against it.

The 911 fandom, for example, saw a lot of it with Eddie Diaz. People were so entrenched in fandom virtue signalling that pretty much any depiction of Eddie Diaz in fanfiction was getting bitched about as 'out of character' or 'racist' including works written by actual people of color. It got to the point where for quite a while fanfiction production within the 911 fandom dropped way down because people were too annoyed with or upset by the constant accusations no matter what was being written.

And I know it probably sounds like I'm just smokescreening for racism or excusing it. but I can promise you, I've blocked and reported authors and fandom creators before for being blatantly racist in their content. But fanfiction and literature become trickier because the purpose of stories is not to be palatable or feel-good. Stories do not have to be pleasant. Fanfiction does not have to conform to the source material.

Describing someone as "incapable" is typically a turn of phrase and has nothing to do with trying to allocate unintelligence to a specific type of person. Plenty of people would be classed as "incapable" of learning medicine because its a hard fucking thing to learn. You need to dedicate more or less five-ten years of your life to studying it before you even really get anywhere with actually practising it.

If you're someone who's easily distracted or has trouble remembering things and vice versa, you're unlikely to go into a career field that especially demands these things of you.

I imagine in any case her failing out of medical school was likely the plot point that leads her to going off with The Doctor. Which is a simple narrative and not a case of "unexamined bigotry." Its just as likely that if the author had had Martha Jones simply give up her aspirations and career to follow The Doctor, someone else would've been offended by the trope of a (black) woman giving up everything for a (white) man and deemed the story sexist or racist. Possibly both.

When analysing literature you have to be critical of if something is offending you personally or if it was intended to offend people of color as a whole. If the answer is only the former, then its a situation where you just have to recognise the work is not for you and move along.

#myfandomrealitea #sephiroth speaks #fandom #proshipping #proship #reality #fandom racism #racism discussion

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Oliver Wood is NOT a Good Captain

“Bad news, Harry. I’ve just been to see Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. She — er — got a bit shirty with me. Told me I’d got my priorities wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about you staying alive. Just because I told her I didn’t care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch on it first.”

But even Quidditch had lost its fun. The rest of the team wouldn’t speak to Harry during practice, and if they had to speak about him, they called him ‘the Seeker’.

The Gryffindor team visited again on Sunday morning, this time accompanied by Wood, who told Harry, in a hollow, dead sort of voice, that he didn’t blame him in the slightest.

I get the impression that fandom thinks Wood is a loving, good captain but he really is not. In isolation, the third snippet could be read as a joke (they did lose the match after all and Wood is quidditch obsessed). However, when you look at Oliver in totality, he shows time after time that he cares more about winning than Harry's safety and is perfectly ok with throwing Harry under the bus.

Overall, contrary to popular opinion, the Gryffindor team sucks. I am not talking about the individual players, but the whole team. Hermione disses Draco by saying that the lions got on their team by talent (screw Hermione btw, what does this annoying girl know about talent?)...but without Harry, they seem to be a bunch of losers.

Remember Minerva broke the rules for Harry to join the team as a first-year. Do you think she would have done so if the team was truly competent? The Quidditch World Cup in book 4 proved that a team can have a crap seeker and still dominate/win. The lions literally needed favouritism/nepotism to have a chance at winning. Let that sink in. But Snape is totally the biased teacher around here (sarcasm)

In either book 1 or book 2 (I think book 2), Harry missed the match and the team had the worst defeat in over 300 years! Further proof that these people suck without "chosen-one in more ways than one" Harry. By the way, Slytherin has reserve players. Does the Gryfinfor team have reserve players? Because I never see any. In book 6, when Draco and other Slytherins are conveniently out sick (to give Ron a chance at winning because the golden trio never seems to have to earn anything), they have backup players ready (eg that Harper guy who played Seeker in Draco's place). However, in book 5 when Harry and the twins are suspended, the team needs to hold tryouts to get new players. No backups in sight.

In book 3 when Harry gets his firebolt, the team (the entire school minus Slytherin house) gets all horny for the broomstick. "We have a firebolt!" basically reduced Harry's skill and importance to the team to his broomstick. These people don't care about Harry. Yet, it's such a crime when Draco and his team got new broomsticks in book 2! Gryffindors == Hypocrites.

I don't see much of Marcus Flint but from what I have read, I like him more as a captain. When the Gryffindor team tried to group assault a 12 yr old Draco after calling Hermione a mudblood (should have just called her a "bitch" or "hag" instead and saved everyone the need to virtue signal), Flint immediately threw himself in front of Draco to protect him. Remember these are older students trying to beat up a tiny 12 yr old because of something he said. The Weasley twins are BEATERS - just the 2 of them alone could have really hurt Draco. Compare this to Oliver who doesn't give a damn about Harry being hurt as long as he wins.

Also, when Draco is an idiot and loses to Harry in book 2 (of course, the only time someone has a better broom than Harry, Harry wins because that person decided to fool around despite wanting to play on a quidditch team before Harry even knew what the sport was), the Slytherins don't ostracize Draco the way the Gryfindors ostracized Harry when he lost house points.

In a nutshell: Marcus Flint >>> Oliver Wood & Gryffindor team sucks.

PS. If you are a Draco anti or Hermione stan or any other kind of Gryffindor stan that thinks Draco deserved to be group assaulted by bigger, older, stronger students because of calling Hermione a slur in response to her insulting him first, just ignore this post and move on. Unlike you and a good chunk of the HP fandom, I don't get sadistic pleasure from seeing Draco constantly (group) assaulted for saying mean words to characters who had contempt for him first.

#harry potter series #slytherin quidditch team #gryffindor quidditch team #oliver wood #oliver wood critical #marcus flint #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry james potter critical #i hate harry as a protagonist #anti gryfinndor #just to be safe #oliver wood is a bad captain #slytherins deserved better #hermione granger critical #golden trio critical #my posts always end up longer than intended lol #gryffindor team sucks

[superectojazzmage]

Literally the big reason trolling/cyberbullying/discourse on the internet has arguably gotten worse in recent years is that the insane asylum that is Twitter has created a generation of internet users who don’t know the only effective method of stopping it, which is to say DON’T FEED THE TROLL.

Instead, now we’ve got a buttload of inexperienced teens, wannabe social activists, and celebrities who think the solution to trolling is to engage full-force with every single troll, to battle them, to call as much attention to them as possible with callout posts, to “totally own” them with FACTS and LOGIC, to factcheck them, to make weepy cryposts about how awful it is that the trolls are doing this and how deeply affected you are by it, or make ”brave and noble” posts about the trolling so you can virtue signal call for the community to be better and white knight defend the honor of the poor hapless victim.

And of course all this does is encourage the trolls to further extremes, because they don’t care about being right (factually or morally) or “winning” they’re just looking to get a reaction out of you to troll you and now that you’ve given them a taste they’ll want even bigger reactions like a drug addict desperately chasing the feel of their first high. Whether these isolated patches of a few hundred (MAYBE a thousand or so) morons in a nation of tens of millions actually believe the idiocy they spew is irrelevant, the reaction and attention is all they really want, hence why they almost always stop if you just ignore or block them.

Like unless you are a literal child or have some kind of disability or mental illness that somehow prevents you from knowing any better, there’s no excuse. Just block or ignore the dumb messages and comments. Its not that hard. I have gotten plenty of hate messages in my years on Tumblr (I have a new blog because I deleted my old one, but trust me, I have been here since this site’s golden days), literally each and every single one I dealt with by just… not responding.

It works. EVERY SINGLE TIME.

If you can’t wrap your head around this, then there are four possibilities; you’re part of a younger generation who was not taught basic netiquette (in which case you have my sympathy but you NEED to learn), you’re a child or teenager learning the hard way (we’ve all been there), you’re an idiot who doesn’t know how block buttons works, or in the worst case, you’re a prick who uses the trolls to try and get attention/sympathy/clout online or to shield yourself from criticism (this one is ESPECIALLY popular amongst celebs and corporations).

#tumblr #blog #tumblr culture #reddit #twitter #facebook #instagram #social media #social networks #the internet #internet #internet culture #troll #trolling #anon hate #netiquette #internet drama #drama #don’t feed the troll #blogging #politics #discourse #fandom critical #the discourse #virtue signaling #white knighting

[taylortruther]

sorry to vent but i honestly am just so damn tired atp of having to desperately cover everything in disclaimers and constantly perform outrage just to be allowed to exist in fandom spaces now as a black fan. like my original mindset was just that it’s disappointing but i don’t and can’t expect celebrities to perfectly mirror my values, and with all the actual problems in my life and the world - including racism that actually affects my real life AND things i have the ability to potentially do something about - i wasn’t going to spend my time and energy being furious that a pop star i’ll never meet is fucking an edgelord i’ll never meet either. like i’m sorry but i already compartmentalized all this YEARS ago and have zero expectations of celebrities so it’s just whatever to me. if taylor herself was spewing racist comments or if matty was actually some white supremacist nazi and not just an intentionally provocative edgy douchebag it would be different, but TO ME PERSONALLY the actual situation as it is is just not that serious and not worth my outrage.

but am i, one of those ‘poc fans’ everyone is constantly falling all over themselves to declare themselves supportive of and ‘safe’ for, allowed to feel that way as one of the people actually targeted by that idiot’s dumbass comments? NOPE! you best believe people were FURIOUS that i thought i could get away with not performing Angry Black Woman Rage for them every single time i want to simply engage in my hobby and discuss fun things, or analyze surprise songs, or express empathy for taylor in any circumstance, or just do anything that isn’t ranting 24/7 that she’s terrible and racist and irredeemable. so now every time i want to do any of those things i have to write 6000 disclaimers that yes taylor is awful and no i don’t like matty just so overwhelmingly white fans won’t yell at me that i’m not really black (an accusation i’ve now gotten three separate times), or that i’m hurting other poc by “condoning racism” (which i have not done), or that i’m so far up taylor’s ass i would still stan her even if she personally called me the n-word (the final straw that made me turn anon off probably for good) and idk it’s just…not fun being here anymore now that everyone is just going to treat me like a doll who’s only here for them to virtue signal with (and ‘virtue signaling’ is a terrible term but like that is truly, genuinely what a huge chunk of this fandom is doing rn), claiming to obsessively care about my feelings and fandom experience so they’ll look good but then berating and scolding me every single time i step a toe out of line and try to express my own opinion or commit the grave sin of Enjoying Taylor Swift On My Taylor Swift Blog. like sure taylor disappointed me but it’s other (again, overwhelmingly white) fans who have completely ruined being here and made it a miserable chore to be a black fan, not her. atp I just want her to drop him and everyone to forget not bc he sucks but bc i just want to be allowed to exist peacefully on my own blog again, without having to constantly walk on eggshells so the people who ~care about marginalized fans~ won’t come call me a stupid brainless bitch who lets taylor manipulate me because i’m a self-hating racist. i’m just so tired.

i am tired too and i am really grateful to you for writing all this out (i hope it felt a little cathartic) because i 100% AGREEEEEEEEEE. the way this fandom acts anytime they start talking about uplifting poc will never not be weird to me and i think you explained why perfectly.

#like maybe this will only make sense to you anon #but i'm always just thinking 'it's not that deep' fjadskl #of course racism is deep but we aren't being anti-racist if we're just being bitchy about fandom shit on here #hot taykes

[skullboiz]

seeing SO many fucking idiots in these notes going "can we focus on SYSTEMIC racism here?? im not racist because i dont listen to a genre!!!" as if refusing to even try to engage with a black-dominated genre or really black culture in general with sincerity isnt a result of that very fucking thing. also the virtue signaling is crazy you people dont care about solving any of the problems youre yapping about youre just making excuses for your ignorance. shut the hell up and unpack yourself

#NO ONE IS TELLING U U SHOULD ONLY LISTEN TO ONE THING OR UR RACIST. CHRIIIIST #like seriously ive seen ppl say ''FOCUS ON GAZA'' in these fucking tags. how much do u guys wanna bet these are white people LOL #skulltxt

[xbuster]

It’s kind of annoying that whenever self described leftists are starting stupid discourse or being bigoted, everyone has to start going “This is a conservative psyop and you’re falling for it. This discourse was started by the conservatives to tear us apart.” Like, sometimes leftists are just assholes. Or idiots.

When I saw someone on Twitter try to cancel someone else for “supporting mspec lesbians,” I don’t think that was discourse devised by conservatives to create division. I don’t think conservatives even know what an “mspec lesbian” is. That person just wanted to start discourse to virtue signal about how correct that are.

[kharmii]

WoaH they're alreadydown I think you can stop now...

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But tbh I think its sad to see all these people cling to this toxic ideology despite more and more of the "dirty laundry" and facts about the harsh, cruel and ice cold reality of it coming to light.

Seen several posts of people whining about the cold hard facts that came to light and try to disprove them because it just doesn't fit with their agenda...

Really hoping this is the beginning of the end of this ideology of hatred shaming and mutilation in the name of "health care" and the children slowly getting the mental health treatments they need instead of getting butchered up and shoved hormones into them.

Also the end of this bs being shoved into every part of everything, be it fandom or anything else...

They're fine. They did a response post (awww....they found my Ren and Stimpy post) and also pm-ed me this:

I'm surprised they haven't blocked me with this account yet but it's probably a matter of time. It was surprising to find out it was Marchy because they were one of the artists I didn't suspect of having a blankshipping sock. Truth be told, I thought it might be Esprei because they blocked me around the same time I responded to questioninqthings' pinned post. They were one of the tolerant popular artists who ignored me, but they come across low-key monster fkr and are friends with a bunch of those people. It might have been because I said some not-nice things about the Covid scam, and they recently did a stupid Covid mask wearing Submas before blocking me.

That's the thing....I say things about a lot of things. Even if a person says they are into blankshipping, there's still the stupid radical leftist criteria. Fandom basically becomes far leftist transtrender antis versus far leftist transtrender proshippers into stupid fetish bingo. There's no middle ground or dissenting opinions.

Since I talk about the Submas being thirsty for dog-ass too much, I'll go on a different sort of tangent. One of the newer arrivals on the blankshipping tag (who blocked me for not being into transtrender sheeit..) did a story where Ingo and Emmet were yote to Hisui, yet they were openly Jewish trans males. Fun fact: For most of history, people were afraid to openly tell people they were Jewish for fear of death, and transgenderism was such a huge no-no it wasn't even a thing. People have it extremely good now. Nobody has to live in constant fear with a constant sense of their own mortality. That's why I was joking that Ingo barely scrapped by in Hisui, but Emmet would have been burned as a witch because he was too weird. Even Emmet with his extremely poor social skills wouldn't be stupid enough to tell people he was a Jewish transexual during the Meiji Restoration Period.

The thing about having a constant sense of one's own mortality is that one would be really paranoid about making good decisions to stay healthy. They wouldn't go out of their way to be a fucking weirdo and engage in behaviors that have caused civilizational collapse. Since we live in a period of unprecedented fossil fuel glut, a lot of people have extremely cushy lifestyles that likely interfere with their ability to regulate dopamine. They are stuck having to seek out greater novelty to get that feeling of happiness. Because of that, they become constantly triggered narcissists who, instead of having their amygdalas triggered by actual problems that could kill or maim them, will project angst on people who disagree with their world views. How many times have you heard a trans person on Tumblr say something like, "THEY WANT ME DEAD!!1! THAT'S WHY I BULLY THEM!!"

Then they accuse dissenters of being 'NAZIs' and sheeit... Please...trans virtue signalers have nothing to fear in this cushy world. In fact, the leftist is the oppressor now, and they have been for decades. You are about a thousand times more likely to get your head stomped in by a whackadoodle antifa or BLM useful idiot than the almost nonexistent 'right wing extremist', and this is true to the point they cover for certain people in the media.

Thinking about what I've written in my latest fan fic, it makes me wonder...how many of these constantly triggered creampuffs been through it? How many times did they miss a meal or were in such constant pain they felt like they would throw up? How many wished they were dead from pain? (self-inflicted doesn't count. That's another symptom of poor dopamine regulation). How many had someone try to kill them or witnessed a family member die violently? How many have felt like they have no sense of privacy because they are always being watched? How many have seen the look of rage in a person's eyes who actually wants to kill them? I bring this up because such experiences will awaken that healthy sense of one's own mortality that would make it so small traumas -such as someone disagreeing with your leftwing death-cult bullshit- don't seem like that big a deal.

#fandumb fail #srsly tho #the usual bullshit #blankshipping #transtrender #at least there's no omegaverse #leftist culture #fight me #ask me about my million stupid bj aus #send troll prompts #ranty rant rant #dopamine detox #TRIGGERED

[mysteriesofmilo]

Phineas and Ferb fans!

I understand that some people have been trying to hijack Platypus Day for reasons of supporting Islamic terrorism.

Please know that that is unacceptable. If you don't want to celebrate Perry, that is fine, you do you, whatever. But remember that virtue signaling is hollow and transparent, and if you have your facts wrong, it also makes you look like an idiot.

#phineas and ferb #pnf #platypus day #celebrate perry #destroy terrorism #islam is evil

[opabiniawillreturn]

ronedob is from SPAIN lmao she’s part of the European colonizers and she’s trying to deflect by accusing everyone else of virtue signaling and not taking cartel violence seriously, when SHE handled it poorly and didn’t take it seriously by pitting it against other issues. And now everyone who has disagreed is some great big idiot and she’s the only true arbiter of truth or some shit

really? I don't want to speak on her race, ethnicity, or place of origin because I don't know her personally, but if someone had proof id love to see it

#ask

[butchmartyr]

it’s just so fucking pathetic, all this nonsense trying to look past such blatant transmisogyny. why are you fucking clowns so insistent on staying ignorant to transmisogyny and allowing it to normalize? what’s next? are you idiots going to tell me that your mutual didn’t mean anything “weird” when she said she’s tired of men in dresses all over lesbian blogs? you gonna say that it was a tongue in cheek joke when a funnyman tells a trans woman she’ll never be a woman? it’s laughable you even have the care to virtue signal about blocking terfs since you’re saying the same fucking shit

#transmisogyny #kvetching

[hojiteaversion]

all those years, they were here first

(leo x laia, and the group | 1034 words | fluff and humor | on ao3)

"Would you kill me, my love? After everything we've been through? Me, the future mother of your children?"

“I cannot believe,” Vlad said, arms crossed, “you just pulled the ‘mother of your children’ card.”

“Shut up, Dracula." He was just being a pissy baby because he was the first one to be eliminated.

On the other side of the fake boulder, Leo snorted. Laia would like to say he looked as ridiculous as the rest of them did in the fake military apparel, but it was Leo. Somehow, the dull camouflage pattern and the stuffy helmet made him look almost dangerous. She was sure she and Vlad, in comparison, looked like the You’re disrespecting— You’re disrespecting a future US Army soldier kid.

"Oh, last name basis, is it? I'm your oldest friend," Vlad said.

Laia knew what Leo would say before he even opened his mouth. “Oldest, alright.”

“Focus, Nolan. She can't be up to anything good.” Vlad motioned at her, increasingly agitated. Also irritated was the referee on the other side of the field, who was probably only letting Vlad’s blatant rule-breaking slide because 1) he wasn’t paid enough for this, and; 2) Vlad’s death glare still looked scary to those who didn’t know he was actually a dork.

“Me?” Laia batted her eyes at them. “I’m the paragon of virtue.”

Even with the helmet, Laia could see Leo trying not to laugh.

“Right, she definitely has a plan,” her boyfriend said, not taking his eyes — or his gun — off her. She made sure to keep hers trained on him as well.

Technically, there was nothing stopping them from shooting. If they wanted, the game could end right now.

The problem, as Noe would put it, was that they were both idiots who liked each other too much. So here they were, guns pointed at each other and no further action taken. Shooting him and winning would be nice, but in many ways, she liked this better.

“I’m gonna give you one more chance,” Leo said, trying to pretend he wasn’t enjoying this as much as she was.

“To what? Shoot you? Then get your gun out of the way.”

“To surrender. Do it now and no one needs to get hurt.”

“Funny! I was about to say the same thing.”

Vlad sighed, loud and effectively signaling I didn’t come back after 600 years to witness more of your bullshit without any words (which, by the way, was a lie. He loved their bullshit).

“You have nothing over me,” Leo continued.

“But I could be over you later if you just gave up now.”

Leo failed miserably in his attempt to suppress a smile.

“Seduction. The desperate man’s tactic.”

“Bet I can make it work, though. You know how well I can beg.”

“Right.” Vlad exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. “I’m truly out this time.”

From the corner of her eye, Laia could see when his scowl became a frown. “Wait, wher—”

BANG! BANG!

Laia saw Leo’s shocked face before she processed the cold, sticky feeling on the side of her torso. Slowly, they both turned to look.

And there Sandra was, waving cheerfully at them with her gun. The mark of betrayal was scorched onto Leo’s and Laia’s sides in dull yellow paint. In a way, it was almost romantic, how their demise mirrored each other’s.

“Piss off, Sandra,” Leo said.

“Hey! Don’t be mean to her just because you lost.”

“You lost too!”

“But I never expected to win.”

Sandra’s smile was serene as she watched them bicker, and she turned to Vlad. “Tip for next time: plan for their idiocy. Use it to your advantage.”

Vlad made that face he did when he was pretending he wasn’t pissed; crossed his arms again. “I have known them for longer than you have.”

Sandra, who did know Vlad was more harmless than a baby unicorn, just laughed. Patted his cheek like she would a kitten mid-temper tantrum. “Don’t worry, grandpa. It’s normal to lose your edge with the years.”

Vlad seemingly couldn’t find words. Despite the loss, this day was turning out to be great.

In the meantime, Laia took off that disgusting helmet, pretending she didn’t see the referee die inside, and went to her boyfriend. He, despite everything, still welcomed her with open arms.

“So we were both defeated.” He kissed her forehead, her temple; rested his face on the crook of her neck. “Where do we go from here? How do we move on from the terrible, hurtful things we’ve said to each other, huh?”

She tried — and failed — not to laugh.

“Well, not all of it was a loss. I wasn’t lying when I said I would be happy to beg.”

His hand gripped her waist a little tighter.

“Well, if it’ll make you happy—”

“Get out! All of you get out!” The referee shouted. When Laia looked up, she saw his gaze, disgusted, settled on Leo’s hand near her ass. “This is a family-friendly establishment, for fuck’s sake!”

And so they were expelled from paintball.

“I don’t know that I liked this game,” Vlad complained as soon as they were outside. His scowl reminded her of when he was younger. Whenever he brooded like this, Laia understood why Aslan had called him his wolf cub. She snorted; hurried up to him and linked her elbow to his before kissing his cheek.

“Don’t be such a sore loser, Vladdy.”

“Vladdy—”

Leo took his other elbow, then offered his free one to Sandra as well.

“So, ice cream for the losers?” Sandra offered, smiling beatifically. “My treat.”

Vlad rolled his eyes again, a little less grumpy now that he was surrounded by his favorite people. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Laia turned to Leo to ask, “What places has Vlad yet to try? Have you guys gone to that new one on 11th Street?”

And the four of them lazily made their way there. It was the kind of thing Laia was both used to and still deferential towards: the four of them together, at peace, free to be stupid and happy. She would never take it for granted, and so she savored every precious, ordinary moment.

It was a great day.

#dracula a love story #dracula: a love story #romance club #myfics #leo x laia #*skrillex voice* first of the year!!

[clueless1995]

some cunt telling me im virtue signaling for commenting on a post about the referendum how upset i was. and he also said “talk to them and help them” which i interpreted as being about the no voters i was talking about. so obviously i was like ???? idk what you want me to do Now. and the cunt said “you missed my point completely” and then clarified he was talking about Indigenous Australians as if it was obvious and i was an idiot for reading it wrong. like no My bad i didn’t word that well or even a “oh i think you misinterpreted” just “you missed my point” fucking rude bad faith interpretation. i’m trying to be as diplomatic as i can but this guy is just assuming the worst of me at every turn and it Is making me murderous and i know that just typing it out like this makes it seem stupid but i don’t want to out my reddit account so i can’t post screenshots

[peakyoak]

This Dark Disposition: Chapter 35 - Get To Work Soldiers

Chapter 35 - Get To Work Soldiers

The Next Day

Tommy held out his hand and Danielle stepped off the barge and onto the shore of Camden Town. When she did so Danielle felt a shiver go up her spine and she hugged her navy fur lined coat around her. Winter would be coming soon and she was glad she brought her black leather gloves with her. 

“This way,” Danielle told Tommy as she walked towards the front door of the bakery. The place looked different this time around; men lined the street and the docks as they packed boxes onto boats. Surely, these men were Tommy’s new recruits. Her coat swayed in the wind as she led Tommy to the back door of the building, the one with the swinging door. 

As they approached the door Danielle and Tommy were greeted almost immediately by Solomons himself. Upon seeing him Danielle couldn’t help but let a smile slip, “Well well well if it isn’t the lil’ dove.” He said with outstretched arms that seemed to welcome her before he turned to look at Tommy, “I see you’ve brought your man.” 

“Alfie,” Danielle said in a serious but calm tone, “This is my fiancé Tommy.”

At first Danielle wasn’t sure what would happen next. The intensity of the moment seemed to hang in the air like cigarette smoke that lingers. Alfie stroke his beard with his hand before he extended his hand towards Tommy “You’re girl is fuckin’ crazy mate,” he said as he shook Tommy’s hand. 

Tommy nodded his head slightly to the side and took a breath, “She plays by her own rules.”

“Come love birds,” Alfie said as he turned to walk down the hall “This way.”

He led the couple back into the room where Alfie offered Danielle rum the last time she was in Camden Town, “We make lots o’ bread here, ya, lots of it, tell him Miss Virtue,” Alfie said as he walked down the hall with his distinct limp - every other step making a heavy thud. 

“10,000 loaves a week I was told,” Danielle said as she looked further down the hallway at all the men lining up in the center of the building.

“Here,” Alfie said as he poured a glass of white rum, “Try this,” Alfie handed Tommy the glass and he drank it. 

“It's good, smooth,” Tommy commented.

“Of course its fuckin’ good, eh. I made it and it's for the bosses,” as he talked he expressed himself by moving his free hand through the air, “I would offer some to your Mrs., but given her condition, and the fact that she’s currently growing the next Shelby leader in her body, I wouldn’t think it wise.”

Tommy looked at Alfie and then at Danielle and when he did so he clenched his jaw, “No, Mr. Solomons, it wouldn’t be.”

Alfie led them through to the main room where men were gathered in the center of the building, “Alright boys,” Tommy started talking as he paced back and forth across the room. Danielle stayed standing next to Alfie while Tommy instructed the men. “You’ve all been enrolled as bakers in the Aerated Bread Company of Camden Town.” He stopped and pointed at the group of men with his cigarette, “If anyone asks, that's what you do. You’re bakers. The coppers in Camden Town are on our side, but North or South you show them that piece of paper. Tell ‘em you've come down from the North to find work. To break strikes. We’re finding lodgings for you, but for now you’ll sleep here in the bakery.” Tommy paused for a second to get out a cigarette and light it, “Don’t touch any of the bread, it’ll most likely explode.” He took a drag off of his smoke, “Any questions?”

A middle aged man in the front row raised his hand. Fucking idiot. Danielle thought as she rolled her eyes. She glanced at Alfie who was leaning against some barrels. His facial expression made it clear that was just as impressed as she was. 

Tommy exchanged glances with Danielle before he turned back to the man, “Yes?”

“I haven’t even seen any bread,” the man said as the other men laughed. 

Danielle crossed her hands in front of her body and then looked at Alfie more obviously this time. It was clear that she was signaling for him to act, so he got up with a piece of rebar and walked up with his arms crossed to the man who spoke. He paused in front of the man for a second and then without saying anything he struck the man standing beside the questioner. After the man fell to the ground Alfie turned his attention back on the man, “He’ll wake up. Right he won’t have any teeth left, but he’ll be a wiser man for it. And the last thing he will remember is your funny lil’ joke, won’t he?”

“Right!” Aflie screamed as he walked in front of the men, “There are fuckin’ rules here and there are rules here for a fuckin’ reason. Quite simply they have to be obeyed, all righ’?” Alfie held out the piece of rebar as he talked with his hands, “Rule number one, the distinction between bread and rum is not discussed.” He paused for a second to ensure he still had the men’s attention, “Rule number two, anything that your superior officer says to you, or any of your other fuckin’ superior officers say to you, yeah? Not discussed!” He yelled once more before pacing to the other side of the room, “Rule number three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine I don’t care, for the rest of your lives, all right? Now I will keep this fuckin’ civil because there is a lady here, but for all of you for the rest of your fuckin’ miserable lives, Jewish women. You do not go near them because Jewish women for you are off the fuckin’ menu.”

Before he finished he turned back to look at Danielle and Tommy, “I think that’s fair.” Danielle had to give it to the guy, if nothing else he certainly had a dramatic flair, “Forgive me I interrupted you.”

Danielle took a step towards the men, “Pick him up,” Danielle motioned to the man on the ground, “Get him out of here.” She turned to walk back towards Tommy and Alfie, “And get to work soldiers.”

The Next Day - Small Heath

All morning Danielle had an awful spout of morning sickness - she was sick everyday of course, but today was especially brutal. What bothered Danielle the most, aside from the nausea, headache, and her empty stomach, was the fact that she was barely able to get any work done. 

“You really should go home Danielle,” Polly said when she came into the office at about eleven in the morning, “don’t take this the wrong way but you look miserable.”

“I have a job to do, Polly,” Danielle said as she took another sip of ginger tea, “Besides, I told your nephew that I wasn’t going to stop working and much to his disapproval, actually, because of his disapproval, I intend to keep working.”

Another hour went by and Danielle didn’t eat lunch with the others. She knew if she did she would certainly throw up once more, “At this point we should just be keeping a bucket beside your desk,” Esme joked as she went back to her betting station.

Tommy had been in meetings at the Garrison and Charlie’s Yard all morning, when he returned to the gamling den he came into Danielle’s office, “Love, you really should go home,” Tommy said as she stood beside her desk, “Polly told me how your morning went.”

Danielle swiveled her chair to turn sideways so she could look up at him, “I won’t forgive you, you know” she said as she crossed her arms, “You’re the one who did this to me.”

Tommy leaned down to put his hands on the sides of her chair and spoke softly to her, “Ay, and now, as the one who did this to you, I’m telling you that you should go home. When was the last time you ate something and kept it down, Danny? When was the last time you ate something, period?”

Danielle stayed silent, she knew Tommy and Polly were right. She gently pushed Tommy to the side and got up from her chair, “Fine, I’ll go home, but I’m not happy about it.”

Tommy grabbed her coat from its hook and held it so she could put her arms in it, “Rest, Danny, and for the last time, eat something. Whether you keep it down or not.” When her coat was on he handed her her gloves. 

She walked out of the office and into the main section of the gambling den. As she did so Tommy came out behind her and Danielle noticed how he glanced at Polly, “Go for a walk Danielle, some fresh air might help with the nausea,” Polly said as she walked out of the room with Dave and Steven in tow.

Danielle couldn’t believe how stupid the idea of going for a walk was. What pissed her off even more was twenty minutes later when she did actually seem to be feeling a little better. As she walked down Watery Lane towards her and Tommy’s house people tipped their hats at Danielle, some crossed the road, and others let their eyes linger for too long. Danielle knew that even normally she was recognizable to the people in Small Heath, but now, with two big men wearing blinder caps following her everywhere, there was no mistaking who she was. 

As she walked Danielle noticed that the street was significantly less busy up ahead by her house. As Danielle walked down the street she realized that people were crossing the street instead of walking by her house. Danielle thought that seemed a little bit odd, especially considering that she was still half a block away.

When she got closer to the house it became clear why, “Miss Virtue,” a man called from the ally beside her home in a distinctly Irish voice, “I think it's far past time we talked,” the man said as he walked around the corner, each step he took was followed by the sound of a heavy metal cane.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #peaky blinder fanfic