#THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP THEY'RE NOT A COP AND THEY'RE NOT COMPARABLE.
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Stupid leftist internet trends that need to Die: Comparing [insert profession you don't like]/[insert internet discourser you don't like]/[insert way of thinking you don't like] to cops
#C. CAN YOUR THERAPIST SHOOT YOU 17 TIMES IN THE BACK WHILE YOU'RE RUNNING AWAY AND GET AWAY WITH IT?#CAN YOUR DOCTOR BEAT YOU TO DEATH IN PUBLIC AND GET OFF SCOTT FREE?#CAN TUMBLR USER SHIP DISCOURSE MCFUCKFACE EVICT YOU FROM YOUR HOME AND LEAVE YOU TO DIE ON THE STREET AND HAVE THIS BE LAWFUL?#NO?#THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP THEY'RE NOT A COP AND THEY'RE NOT COMPARABLE.#okay bye that's all i had to say :) :)#police brutality#bc of my tags#a system can be oppressive and/or fucked up without it being As Bad As The Police System lmao
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get a little action in | miguel o'hara
Summary: Spider-Man doesn't like you. And for the record? You're not crazy about him either. But you kind of wish you could see his eyes when he swings you across the city. For curiosity's sake.
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader (some Spanish language is female-gendered, but other than that, no gendered descriptions.)
Word count: 2.2k
Content desc: rivals, superhero!reader (kinda - they're trying their best). miguel's a bit of a jerk ngl but he's a SEXY jerk <3 very enemies to lovers coded. swapped insults, injuries, and a whole lot of charged flirting. (lyla thinks they're adorable.)
A/N: i actually think this fic is the closest i've gotten to miguel's canon personality compared to my previous (delusional) characterizations of him lol. hope you guys like this one! as always, i appreciate corrections to the Spanish if needed, but it's no one's responsibility to do so!
Translations:
¡Chingada madre! - Motherfucker!
¡Pinche pendeja! - Fucking asshole!
¡No mames! Eres una idiota. - I don't believe this! You're an idiot.
¡Cállate, por Dios! - Shut up, oh my God!
¡Ay, coño! ¿Qué demonios haces? - Oh, fuck! What the hell are you doing?
¿Qué? ¿Qué quieres? - What? What do you want?
¿Estás loca? ¿De dónde sacas esas ideas? - Are you crazy? Where do you get these ideas?
No seas estúpida. - Don't be stupid.
Porque tu haces un desmadre. Eres un dolor en el culo. - Because you make a mess. You're a pain in the ass.
Ve. - Go.
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“All units be advised: 10-33 on 10th and Palisade. Suspect is known as “Captain Darkness.” Approach with caution.”
You shove the police scanner into your bag and stash it in the alley by your apartment. You’re close to 10th and Palisade, and the cops have lost Nueva York’s newest supervillain, Captain Darkness, three times already. For all the mocking headlines the press write about him, he sure seems to be the one laughing every time.
You pull your mask over your face as you make your way to the abandoned factory on 10th and Palisade. It looks normal from the outside, but the code means there’s been an explosion.
Probably best to enter through the back.
It���s dark, because supervillains like to nail the atmosphere, and that means there’s no budget for lighting. The factory smells damp, moldy. You hope you don’t get sick. Vigilantism doesn’t come with health insurance.
You stay close to the wall, ears tuned for any sounds. Usually, a good villain would have clocked your entrance by now. The fact that Captain Darkness (a stupid-ass name for a stupid-ass villain) hasn’t—
BRIIIING! BRIIIING!
Alarms blare throughout the factory. Your ears ring from the volume.
Okay. Maybe you’ve underestimated him.
You run; stealth doesn’t matter now, only speed. Captain Darkness is, predictably, at the center of the factory. He has all the typical workings of a mad scientist: electric ball thingy, giant lie detector-looking thingy, et cetera. You go up the stairs of his platform to get closer.
Except there’s something you’ve never seen before. It sort of resembles a portal. Fuck.
Captain Darkness spots you immediately. He has giant crab legs fused to the lower half of his body, which you’d think were sick if he wasn’t such a jagoff.
“Well, hello,” he says, sneering down at you. “I don’t believe we’ve met. Are you one of the Spiderlings?”
“I’m offended by the suggestion,” you say, darting towards the electric ball first.
It looks easy enough to shut off, except the Captain blocks your path immediately. He knocks you across the platform. You cough at the impact. The concrete bruises your right temple.
“Alright, that’s it.” You grunt, pushing yourself up. “Now I’m gonna kick your ass for real.”
The Captain laughs. “By all means, hit me with your best shot.”
So you do. You manage to knock him backwards, his clunky crab legs sliding on the platform. You take the opening and shut off one machine, which causes a crackle of electricity in the air. The hair on your arms rises.
But being a mad crab scientist apparently means you have a lot of time on your hands, and Captain Darkness whips out what looks like a ray gun. He blasts you and knocks you off the platform. You hit your ribs hard, and your vision blurs for a second.
The portal begins to whir, warming up. Captain Darkness towers over you, grinning maniacally.
“Your efforts are adorable, but I suggest you find another line of work. No one will stop me from opening a portal. Once I venture to other worlds, I’ll be unstoppable. This world will be mine! Finally, everyone who ever—”
“Oh my God,” you groan, clutching your ribs. “Please don’t start monologuing. Do you know how cliche you sound right now? Blah blah blah, your parents didn’t give you enough attention so you’re insecure and power-hungry. Do I look like Dr. Phil to you?”
His eyes flash and one crab leg grabs a nearby tool cart.
“You’re no longer amusing me,” he says. "Goodbye."
The tool cart is flung in your direction, and you roll, covering your head and bracing for the worst. But the crash never comes. You look to see several orange webs wrapped around the cart. The cart flies backwards and hits Captain Darkness right in his face.
Miguel O’Hara lands on the railing of the platform, perched gracefully. He doesn’t waste a second in going after the Captain.
“Oh, where did you even come from?” you shout, pushing yourself to stand. “I have it handled!”
“I’m not dignifying that with a response,” Miguel growls as he easily dodges the Captain’s grasp.
He swings to the other side, aiming for the portal which has now fired up.
Perfect. Damn it, it should be you that J. Jonah Jameson will scream about on the news tomorrow morning, not Spider-Dorito.
You force yourself to get up so you can try to apprehend the Captain. But he has other plans; one of the machines sparks, and suddenly, hundreds of flying crab-shaped robots pour out of the mouth of the portal. Miguel shouts orders to Lyla.
You’re only interested in one thing: taking down Captain frickin’ Darkness. So you go after him, leaving the factory. Unfortunately, the crab-bots take that as an invitation to leave too, zeroed in on your destruction. Your ribs are killing you, and whatever the Captain blasted you with left a nasty gash on your hip.
Still, you limp and pant through the pain. You’re not letting this guy get away a fourth time. No way. Captain Darkness has been a thorn in Nueva York’s side for several weeks now and you’ve been tracking him for just as long. You need to get him.
“¡Chingada madre!”
You glance over your shoulder and see a flash of blue and red. Miguel is right behind you, fighting through the cluster of crab-bots. The sight makes your blood boil.
“Fuck off!” you wheeze out. “He’s mine, O’Hara!”
“If you hadn’t stumbled in and screwed everything up, we wouldn’t even be in this situation right now!” he snarls. “¡Pinche pendeja!”
Fucking Spider-Man. It’s because of him that Nueva York doesn’t even know who you are. Every time you get remotely close to taking down a criminal, Miguel swoops in and saves the day. Not without giving you grief, of course. You’re too weak, too disorganized, too slow—you’re too wrong, according to him. He’s told you multiple times to stay away, but hey, he should know by now you’re also too stubborn to listen.
You pull your hand away from your rib. It’s tacky with blood. You’re slowing down, too; you aren’t enhanced like a hero is supposed to be, and after going two rounds with Captain Crabcake, it seems you’re about to meet your untimely fate with killer crustacean robots.
You really should’ve become a lawyer like your mother wanted.
“¡No mames! Eres una idiota.”
You feel Miguel’s breath on your neck before his arm curls around your waist. You cry indignantly but he doesn’t let go, heaving you into his grip and continuing to run.
“Let go of me!” you demand, wiggling in his grip.
“Shut up.”
“I don’t need you to save me,” you snap.
He looks down at you, red masked eyes burning into you.
“No? ‘Cause every time you screw up, I’m the one fixing your mess. How many times have I told you to go home?”
“I had it under control,” you say.
Miguel doesn’t even look at you. Your injuries are jostled with every step and you have to fight to not whine in pain. But you don’t try to squirm away again. You’re no match for his strength, and, unfortunately, he’s a lot faster than you. If you want to live, Miguel’s your ride.
“Lyla, find me a route.”
Lyla pops up on Miguel’s other shoulder. She leers at you, raising her eyebrows.
“Am I interrupting something?” she asks.
“Lyla. Route, now.”
“Alright, alright,” she says, sounding far too smug. “Might I suggest going airborne?”
Your fingers dig into Miguel’s giant shoulder as he flings a web string at a nearby fire escape. He shifts you to one arm. Your eyes pop out of your head.
“No, wait, I have a terrible fear of—”
He doesn’t wait, the asshole, and you scream as he pulls both of you up. Now you’re bleeding, clinging to the worst person in the world, and at least two hundred feet off the ground. Somehow, killer crab-bots would’ve been better.
“¡Cállate, por Dios!” he shouts, jerking his head away from you. “Unless you want me to drop you.”
“I’m gonna kill you, O’Hara,” you say, closing your eyes. “I’m gonna—oh, God.” You swallow hard, feeling dizzy. “I think I’m gonna hurl.”
“Do not throw up on me.”
You peek over his shoulder, trying not to watch the buildings blur by. That’s when you spot the army of robots behind you. And they look mad.
“Shit, shit!” you hiss, jolted out of your nausea.
You reach down Miguel’s broad back, feeling for the nifty little gadgets you know he keeps on him.
“¡Ay, coño! ¿Qué demonios haces?”
He swats at your wandering hands. You smack him back.
“I’m trying to save us, if you don’t mind!”
“Do not touch anything—” he starts.
A bot whizzes by, firing at you both. Miguel wobbles on the next swing, trying to fight off the bot.
“Lyla, three o’clock!” you yell.
Tiny rockets fire from Miguel’s suit, taking out several bots. There’s too many, though; you need another plan.
“Lyla, run diagnostics on the bots,” you say, grunting as Miguel swings sharply around a corner.
“Lyla, don’t do anything I don’t tell you to,” Miguel says. “She’s not yours to—”
“Water,” Lyla interrupts, understanding where your brain is. “They malfunction in water.”
“Huh. That’s ironic.”
Ahead, the waterfront is quickly coming into view. You pinch Miguel’s shoulder. He hisses, his suit’s eyes narrowing at you.
“¿Qué? ¿Qué quieres?”
“The Hudson,” you say.
“I can’t just dive into the river, we’ll both—”
“Use me as bait,” you say.
“¿Estás loca? ¿De dónde sacas esas ideas?”
“I pull them out of my butt,” you say, rolling your eyes.
“You couldn’t even destroy the portal,” he says scathingly. “I’m not throwing you into the river, tempting as that is.”
“You don’t have a better idea, smartass. And unless you want them tearing up Manhattan, you’ll do it.”
“No seas estúpida,” he says.
“Can’t help it. It’s one of my superpowers.”
Miguel lands on a rooftop. He drops you none too carefully, and you land hard on your butt. You grunt, the movement squishing your injury.
“Lyla,” Miguel says.
“Yup,” she says, popping up on your shoulder and scanning your body. “Bruised ribs, and a gash right on top. If you wrap it, they’ll be fine.”
Miguel takes out a bandage and tears the top off. You’ve seen them before; they’re of his own creation, and used widely by his Spider Society. Never on civilians, which is what you are, according to him.
He crouches and shoves your suit up, then wraps the bandage around your stomach. The wrapping begins to expand and you feel the sting of cold gel. He yanks your suit back down without a word.
“I’m sure my ribs are broken,” you say through a wheezy exhale.
“Nope! Just bruised. You really shouldn’t fall from those kinds of heights,” Lyla says cheerily.
“Yeah, you were definitely programmed by him,” you mutter.
You start to get up.
“Don’t even think about it,” Miguel says.
“Screw you.”
“You living here screws me enough.”
“I don’t need your help! Why can’t you stay in your own damn lane, O’Hara?”
“Porque tu haces un desmadre. Eres un dolor en el culo.”
“The feeling is mutual,” you say through gritted teeth. “And you can’t stop me from going after him.”
His suit’s eyes narrow. Quick as anything, he flings two webs over your wrists. You squawk, now glued to the pavement.
“This is illegal!” you screech, twisting your wrists. “Let me go!”
“Stay out of my way,” Miguel says. “I won’t save your ass next time.”
You glare up at him, still breathing hard. It only makes you angrier that Miguel hasn’t broken a sweat.
“I hope those bots tear up the Spider Society!” you say. “I hope—I hope your suit malfunctions and the whole city sees your ass.”
Miguel pauses, and turns around.
“Uh, Miguel?” Lyla asks. “The murder robots? Kinda urgent.”
“Tell Jess to go downtown and cut them off there.”
“But—”
“Ve.”
He stands over you. You fling your legs up, trying to get a kick in, but he quickly puts a stop to that, resting a heavy foot on both of your ankles.
Miguel bends down. You burn with curiosity about how he looks under the mask. It’s twisted of you to wonder, considering what an arrogant jerk he is. You could fill several encyclopedias with Miguel O’Hara’s worst traits.
Still, you wonder. You wonder what color his eyes are. If his hair is short or long. If he smiles at all. His expression when you get under his skin.
You’d learned his real name by accident. Whether he knows your identity or not, you don’t know. You wonder if he has to stop himself from saying your name.
“You’re lucky I don’t web that dirty mouth of yours,” Miguel says, his face inches from yours. “I’ve been considering it.”
You lift your chin.
“You think about my mouth a lot, O’Hara?”
He jerks back, like you’ve startled him. He stands, turning around.
“Don’t let me see you out here again,” he says.
“Wait!” you cry. “What about the webs?!”
Miguel shoots a web towards the street.
“What about them? You don’t need my help, remember?”
Then he’s gone.
Fucking Spider-Man.
#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o'hara fanfiction#miguel o'hara imagine#miguel o'hara fic#enemies to lovers#rivals to lovers#across the spiderverse x you#across the spiderverse fanfiction#across the spiderverse#atsv x reader#atsv fanfiction#spiderman x reader#spiderman 2099 x reader#spiderman 2099 x you#spiderman fanfiction
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drop every headcanon of the bucci gang NOW!
ON IT BOSS!!!
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pookie bear bruno hcs first <3
BRUNO BUCCIARATI IS 100% GAY FOR LEONE ABBACCHIO
they just kinda live together
bruabba holds a special place in my heart
bruno's probably stressed out 24/7
VERY FEMININE GUY
hes got soft features yk?
probably spends like 3 hours doing his hair in the morning
ISTG HE PROBABLY SMELLS SO GOOD
I like to think that he legally adopted Fugo after fugso bugso joined that gang
SHUT UP IT MAKES ME HAPPY
poor guy overworks himself WAY too often
he also has the most gorgeous eyelashes you'll ever see
and they're natural, too
THIS MAN HAS EYEBAGS
he's tired af half the time, idk what you expected
he tries to help fugo control his anger (bc he's a loving mother) (giorno does it better tho)
i reckon bruno's pansexual tbh, he just seems like he wouldn't give a shit about his partner's gender
he likes going fishing
brought Abbacchio along one time
abba got seasick and threw up
he likes to accessorize his hair (hence the mitochondria hair clips)
sometimes he'll let the others accessorize his hair, too
trish makes it look really cute
abba makes it look stunning (bc it's his boyfriend)
narancia just puts random shit in his hair
Mista sings loudly (and badly) to be a little shit while he does Bruno's hair (it turns out surprisingly ok)
giorno deadass just puts a shit ton of stars in his hair
fugo gets mad and almost rips a chunk of Bruno's hair out
Bruno's guilty pleasure is midnight snacks
abbacchio caught him eating a whole ass tub of ice cream while watching il postino: the postman at like 2 in the morning
they watched it together and cuddled afterwards
hot goth
gay for bruno
he probably watches those make up youtube channels
if he didn't join passione he could be a make up artist
lets trish practice on him
HE SEES NARANCIA AS HIS SON AND YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
he's full on protective of nara too
i like to give abbacchio sharper features when i draw him tbh
also a larger nose
and while we're at it, let's hook that bad boy (the nose)
he and bruno go on wine testing dates
he has very frequent and reoccurring nightmares
(its why he sleeps with bruno)
his parents cut contact when they found out he was a dirty cop :(
this man saw narancia on his first day in the gang and accepted his fate as a father LMAO
he's a gay man and you can't tell he's not. Never felt attraction towards women
he feels like time moves by too fast. Everything happens so quickly and he wishes he could go back and just relive certain parts of his life over and over again because he feels like everything happens so quickly now that he's older and it overwhelms him (this definitely isn't me projecting what're you talking about)
moody blues is sort of the representation of this
SENTIENT MOODY BLUES SUPREMACY BY THE WAY
Moody blues is curvy and i won't accept anything else
make moody look goddamn feminine
not too feminine obviously but like
moody looks like a woman compared to abbacchio
tells people he can't dance but he definitely can
just play the right music and give him enough wine and he'll be dancing like he's never danced before (only in private tho)
YOOUU CAN DANCE, YOOUU CAN JIIVVEEEEE~~
EVERYTIME I LISTEN TO HALF-DECADE HANGOVER BY WILL WOOD I JUST THINK OF ABBACCHIO
and maybe euthanasia by will wood too
not even kidding, abbacchio has the same body type as a greek god
also the strongest guy in the team
the guy that has a dream
GIORNO. WHERE DO I FUCKING START.
I love this weird ass fucking guy
gay for fugo. that's all I'm gonna say.
I KNOW HE ACTED FRUITY W/ MISTA BUT IT'S BC HE'S A LITTLE SHIT WHO LIKES TO FLIRT WITH HIS FRIENDS AS A JOKE
not abba or bruno tho (they're too old for his taste)
remember that one seen where he and mista are up against cioccolata (fuck him btw) and they do that gay ass pose?
prime example of giorno being a little shit
putting his hand down mista's pants was an accident by the way, he just said "fuck it" and went with it
he probably showed the gang the thing he could do with his ear
they had very mixed reactions
one day (before the gang) he woke up and saw his roots were blond and he just went like "sigh, guess I have to grow my hair out and become barbie
THIS MAN RIGHT HERE IS THE TWINK
also bc his dad is dio I like to think that he sunburns easily
he can also see really well and the dark
"It's so dark in here, I can't see shit!" "I can, there's a light switch over there."
everyone was confused as hell bc it was pitch black in that room
this man is gay. he likes BOYS and BOYS ONLY
i like to think Giorno's a mischievous lil guy
he does something silly then giggles and runs away
it's to make up for the fact that he didn't have a proper childhood
ALSO CURLY HAIR GIORNO SUPREMACY
his hair is gorgeous and luxurious AND SO FUCKING CURLY
he uses about 20 hair products every day (21 if he's going on a date)
he can calm fugo down so easily too
"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU NARANCIA-" "Hi fugo!" "Oh, hey Giorno."
it's really scary (according to narancia and mista)
this man loves gardening
born to be a gardener, forced to be a gangstar
autistic (it runs in the family)
the stink
Mista is the type of guy who showers once or twice a week
he only washes his clothes when they get too dirty
I like to make this man a little wider honestly
GIVE THIS MAN SOME CHUB PLEASE
he's muscular, but he's gotta have a little meat on there too
I like to think that Mista outright REFUSES to shave
the only place that he can grow barely any hair is his face
never shaved his face. He doesn't have much facial hair and he'll be damned if he ever has to get rid of the little that he has
bffs with trish btw
they make fun of each other all the time
in a friendly way
he honestly looks the least gay out of everyone
probably bi with a heavy preference towards girls (he had a boyfriend one time tho)
STINKS SO BAD IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY
sometimes he shoves Narancia's face in his armpit for fun
I'm not even kidding Narancia probably threw up one time bc Mista stank so bad
older brother figure to EVERYONE
Giorno? that's his baby brother. Narancia? his favourite brother. Trish? his little sister. Fugo? that's his angry little brother.
I have so many mista headcanons it's unreal
his hair is so fucking curly istg
and it's black too
very short tho. also super greasy
his love language is physical touch, but not in the usual physical touch way
he won't really hug people or hold hands or just do something normal, oh no
my guy likes to pick people up and throw them over his shoulder
it's definitely not to show off how strong he is
definitely
everything about him is so crusty
he literally gets along with anyone tho
you can't tell me this guy DOESN'T smoke weed
not very often but like
once every month or two he'll get high to relax
he stopped after Giorno took over as boss (bc yk, drugs are a no no)
he probably thinks France isn't real tbh (but as a joke to annoy fugo)
I HAVE MORE MISTA HEADCANONS BUT I HAVE TO CUT IT SHORT BECAUSE I NEED TO MOVE ON TO THE OTHERS
angry strawb (lots of angst in this one)
fugo is deeply in love with Giorno (FUGIO FOR LIFE)
a little bit of angst warning btw
bc of his past, fugo HATES physical touch
if someone touches him he will flinch
very uncomfortable in crowded places
Mista's love language is physical touch, but he refrains himself from touching Fugo
it's really sweet
"HEY FUGO! Lemme give you a high-five! Wait, no, you don't like that. Have this cool rock I found instead!"
he's trying
Fugo really appreciates it
after phf, he let Mista be one of the two people who can touch him (the other person is Giorno)
Fugo just randomly hugged him one day and that was that
he was really distraught when he found out Narancia, Bruno and abba died
especially Bruno
like I said before, Bruno adopted him after he joined the gang, so he genuinely saw Bruno as a father figure
definitely called Bruno "dad" in private
He genuinely cried when he realized he missed Bruno's funeral
MOVING ON TO THE NON ANGSTY STUFF BC IM GONNA CRY
when he's a bad mood, he listens to music with Abbacchio (his dad's cool boyfriend who he looks up to)
will correct any and all spelling or grammar mistakes
nerd supreme
i like to headcanon that Fugo's albino
(MANGA FUGO FOR LIFE)
he's really sensitive to sunlight because of it
his vision isn't that good, too
it's not bad enough to the point where he can't read and all that, but it definitely bothers him
since it wasn't too serious, he got some glasses that corrected his vision
he only really wears them when he's reading now, but he used to wear them all the time when he was younger
GOD I HAVE A LOT OF FUGO HEADCANONS
sometimes he wakes up and there's just a bouquet of flowers at the foot of his bed (I WONDER WHO THAT WAS HMMMM)
Narancia's like a little brother towards him
he doesn't care that nara's a year older than him, that's his brother
genuinely will forget to eat if he isn't reminded (me projecting)
i have more but i'm gonna have to end it here
BABY BOY <3
I LOVE NARANCIA I HAVE A NARANCIA PLUSHIE (and a giorno one but that's less important)
he originally had really good eyesight, but after his eye got infected his eyesight just kinda went bad
his eyes expired
but seriously though (woah no way, silly little guy can be serious?), he's almost blind in the eye that got infected
doesn't wanna wear glasses bc "they'll ruin his reputation"
he's also really short compared to everyone else in the team
he's really insecure about it
can and will fight anyone who says something even remotely teases him for his height
low iron for sure (me too bud, me too)
Abbacchio just took on the role as his father and makes sure he eats all his food
"But it tastes badddd" "Eat it or I'll shove it down your throat. Also, it has good iron."
he ate it, but was very pouty about it the whole time
mista will point at things made of iron and say shit like "that's what you need" or "you should eat that to get your iron levels up"
skinny but he's really strong
my guy has a six pack but looks scrawny as hell
Mista's jealous of him lmao
"Why do YOU get a six pack?!" "because you're fat"
Mista then forced Narancia to smell his armpits (they were rank)
he does a lot of shit with Mista lmao
partners in crime
he got high with mista one time and never did it again
oddly flexible
he's probably dyslexic
the girlboss
live laugh love Trish
lesbian fr
she practices makeup on Abbacchio
another one that sees abba as a father figure
they point each other's nails and go shopping together
Mista's bff fr
they do karaoke together
yk that one tiktok sound that was that like "OH SHIT IT'S IN KOREAN" and then starts singing it perfectly anyway
that's her and Mista
Mista's the one that sings it lmao
i don't have that many headcanons for trish tbh
she likes to try out new hairstyles a lot
they're always short tho
she doesn't like growing out her hair
says it's too much of hassle
we love trish in the household
she has freckles (from doppio)
yk those weird ass dots diavolo has in his hair? she has those but they're less noticeable
talks shit about people with abbacchio
she likes ranting about stuff to giorno bc he's a good listener
big fan of scented candles
gave mista soap for his birthday
she has frequent headaches (something she got from doppio, bc i hc that he has frequent headaches)
ANYWAY THAT'S IT FOR NOW
do you wanna hear about my la squadra headcanons? Doppio and Diavolo??? PLEASE I HAVE SO MANY GOOD HEADCANONS JUST LET ME RANT-
#jojos bizarre adventure#giorno giovanna#jjba giorno#jjba part 5#jojo golden wind#fugio#fugo pannacotta#fugo x giorno#giorno x fugo#jjba fugo#jjba narancia#narancia ghirga#mista#fugo#giorno#abbacchio#bucci gang#bruno buccellati#bruno bucciarati#leone abbacchio#jjba headcanons#guido mista#trish una#pannacotta fugo#team bucciarati#mista and trish r besties#i have so many mista hcs its not even funny#i love you zebs#ur my fav mutual <3#eat up silly guy served some hcs
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no matter how patriotic i am, i will literally never ever accept "this is our culture" as a way to shut down critique against swana politics, bc no dude this is our PROBLEM. it's rooted in a unique cultural and historical context that's important to understand and work around, but the fact is that it hurts people unnecessarily and thus must be changed. literally no one in their right mind uses this excuse for anything else. imagine going to the US and having a cop pull a gun on you and people respond with "well you can't tell them not to shoot you, it's their culture!! you should've worn a bulletproof vest out of respect." like this is how fucking stupid you sound.
i also hate how the issues people critique that are usually met with the "it's our culture" argument are treated as though it's just white people trying to forcibly assimilate people from other countries with some neo-colonial agenda. it completely erases and discredits the real people from within that culture who are fighting against it!! like there are women born and raised in iran, often who are muslim, fighting against the mandatory hijab. they aren't less iranian or less muslim than the "but it's our culture" freakos; they're just willing to stand up for their people rather than let cruelty go unchecked.
what especially bothers me about when they try to compare progressive activists to white colonizers is that, if you use more than 1 brain cell, you'd actually be able to realize that THEY'RE the ones using the same rhetoric as the colonizers!!! it's giving "if you don't like it, just leave (often spoken to indigenous people who have no where else they ever could've gone)." it's giving "make (insert country of choice) great again." drives me INSANEEE
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Comparing Gavin to Hank's hostility towards androids reason is just dumb imo. Hank doesn't like humans and want 'em to learn a lesson, that's why he switches sides. Even in hostile ending dude expected deviants to be different and better than humans (selfish, brutal, ruthless) - so they can teach humans the damn lesson. He ain't afraid of being replaced by androids, he's pissed at androids cuz he think they're the reason his son is dead - and he also got no respect for people replacing other people with androids in personal relationships.
Gavin ain't got this factor, there's no reason for him to come to like androids only to hate 'em even more esp with this whole sentience thing. He pretty much got an issue with obedience and authority, esp regarding to androids (who are supposed to obey), but it's in general - it becomes easier to get when u get he was written as lieutenant, this rank got a weight to it - it's a management role often being the head of a team.
These characters are 2 sides of the same coin, tho.
They got similar mindset: dehumanizing who they ain't consider a real human - criminals, suspects, victims they thought was deserved. Androids just happen to be everything at the same time 🤣
What does it mean? Means in a interrogation room Hank gonna threat the mf and just give up (idk bout his old days tho), Gavin would just wait for things to get difficult so he can beat the shit out the mf. I believe if he went to interrogate Shaolin a "Under Arrest" 2.0 would happen - and the way mfs are so casual i doubt would be the first time they do something like that.
But Gavin seems to be against the idea of scratching people's back - should be one of the reasons he doesn't like Hank. Dude exchange favors, is a lazy mf and still think he got some kinda authority in there just cuz Jeffrey do what he can to keep him in there.
These 2 bitches are similar but would fight against each other if they could.
If we take the gallery seriously Hank is the one that climbs the steps to leadership making connections and contacts even outside the police or with low rank criminals, people he considers inside "everybody is doing what they need to get by, as long as they didn't hurt anyone i don't bother 'em". Man, even Connor calls Hank corrupt in cut dialogues. Gavin climbs it trynna show he can handle everything alone and be at the helm by saying "i'm the boss here" and start giving orders. He would shit on people like Gary and Pedro. "everybody is doing what the-"? Fuck this.
Lt Anderson and Lt Curtis Blake are 2 different types of lieutenant. In the final game happen to Hank be Gavin's superior which makes things far worse for the mf. While Gavin will bow down eventually some force is necessary - like pointing a gun at him or punching his nose, but he won't shut up.
In the police brutality metaphor made by Cage, both gonna treat androids like just another perp (like Hank with Rupert in The Nest), but Gavin gonna feel some pleasure in forcing mfs on the car hood while sayin' some fucked up shit (like that cut dialogue implies). Ain't only about androids but especially about androids, Gavin is worse imo cuz he waits for the moment where he can finally use brute force - even better if justifiable. Hank is just tired of all this bullshit, but if things are personal...damn, this mf gonna def snap and totally against the police - cuz he just doesn't give a fuck for all this anymore, but Gavin does. Gavin already snap constantly cuz he can't shut up and stop trynna show who's boss - fuck, must be the reason he got a scar in his damn nose. If he got an opportunity he gonna get physical to show who's boss. He's ambitious, mf wanna get to the top and have power over all situations he can and esp put people back in 'em place.
Androids just happen to have less paper work related to losing your badge for misconduct.
U can find these type of characters in lotta games where we got police "satirization". It's classic asshole cop, most of 'em are corrupt btw.
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Have any general headcanons for mbjr brotps?
YOU FUCKING KNOW IT BECAUSE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THAT I CANNOT SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THEM-
This is going to be centered within MBJR themselves but if you wanna ask about BroTPs outside of MBJR, lemme know~! I can go on and on about these guys and how Aruto basically has tried to adopt them and the YuaNaki brotop and the IkaAruto brotp listen i got so much
Of course, we know Jin and Horobi are close as father and son but Horobi and Ikazuchi are these two absolute adult figures but while Horobi has mostly a level head, Ikazuchi is a bit more brash. He will jump to defend Horobi and Horobi has to physically hold him back. But honestly, these two are these older kindred souls that go out and just sit under a tree and look at the stars and talk philosophical things. Ikaika also tries to get Horobi out of Daybreak Town more and thus, tends to invite him to his workplace and planetarium. Subaru is always happy to see him and even though Horobi is slightly hesitant to get to know Subaru, he warms up to him and basically signed the adoption papers. In return, Horobi reminds Ikazuchi to relax and visits to "check up on him"
Horobi and Naki on the other hand are the two parents of MBJR. They tend to sit in silence most of the time and simply enjoy each other's company and often share books and things of the sort. IT's like a mini book club between them. Because of my headcanons that Horobi knits, he gives Naki a sort of scarf even though they don't need it. It's his silent way of showing that he cares. Naki is Horobi's reminder to take time to himself and relax, to enjoy life and if anything...Naki wants to help Horobi find a "dream" even if it's something small. It's one step at a time. Horobi is also fiercely protective of Naki as is Naki of Horobi and while all of MBJR would shoot Gai on sight, Horobi is rushing to get to his ass first just to stab him.
Ikazuchi and Naki share exactly one (1) brain cell and Naki has it most of the time. Ikazuchi is only allowed to have it because he's planning something that could either cause some sort of chaos or he's driving. He tends to rope Naki into dumb things (like how they tore off Gai's clothing) and records these moments to share in the MBJR group chat or to Aruto and Yua. These two are highly competitive with one another and Ikazuchi triggers Naki's feral brain half of the time. Don't let them play Mario Kart together because they can and will yell at each other. Naki on the other hand, is Ikazuchi's restraint half of the time but because they're being...influenced by Ikaika and Fuwa...sometimes they willingly join Ikazuchi on his escapades. Subaru is roped into this most of the time as well.
Naki and Jin on the other hand is more so Naki is the dotting sort of person who reminds Jin to take care of himself and Jin just replies with this cute, "I know~!" if Horobi is a hands-off but caring parent. Jin visits Naki at A.I.M.S often, just to hang out and chat and sometimes with Yua as well. He brings lunches for the humans and a new book for Naki to read. Compared to sitting in silence, Jin is always sitting in a chair beside Naki just watching them work oro stealing Naki's jacket because, "It's unfair that Naki has all the cool clothing!!!" and honestly, these two trade clothing the most out of all of MBJR.
Ikazuchi and Jin are just begging for trouble. Ikazuchi can restrain himself half of the time but most of the time, these two are egging each other on when it comes to like the dumbest fucking shit. Ikazuchi is bringing out his motorbike? Jin asks how fast he can drive that thing vs his own flying and suddenly you hear Yua being called up because those two got pulled over by some cops. But if anything, Ikazuchi is the person Jin goes to for spontaneous shopping trips. Sure he can ask for Horobi and he often does but Ikazuchi (and his knowledge of human things is better than the other's) knows things that Horobi doesn't and Ika is like friends with a lot of vendors and thus, they warm up to Jin too.
They all have made a "Subaru Protection Squad" because Subaru tends to visit Daybreak often whenever he isn't busy. He's still working out his own Singularity but with Ikazuchi by his side, he's gotten a lot better in understanding it. He went to MBJR to understand more about it and Horobi has basically adopted him. Sometimes Subaru makes deliveries to Naki just for the excuse to hang out with them and Jin is always barging into Subaru's personal space just to tackle him into a hug.
Now that Horobi and Jin have a much healthier relationship, Jin actively calls Horobi his father in public. Horobi also has begun collecting magnets since Jin draws a lot and hangs his drawings on the wall with the said magnets but has this framed picture of all of MBJR (Subaru included) on the wall as well.
#metsuboujinrai.net#metsuboujinrai#naki#kamen rider horobi#horobi#kamen rider naki#kamen rider ikazuchi#ikazuchi#jin#kamen rider jin#kamen rider zero one#peeps' ponderings#amatsu gai bashing what else is new lolol#oh my god this is long
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im the one from before, i've seen the update about the Nomura statement. So it seems they didn't get it wrong in spirit or meaning BUT the decision to implicate "not so pitiable" is like saying it's pitiable but not so much. Compared to "they have a good relationship" which is more direct and doesn't sound 50/50 like they're not so sure. You don't have to be a genius to see that the translation isn't exactly doing the right job of conveying Nomura's statement. Hence why people still hone it in that "she is pitiable" in the comments. Dumb cleriths or not. I've seen it once on discord (under the stars), a member of that shinra archeology stating for example that they're well aware that Cloud DID NOT imply to have feelings for both women, like 0% proof BUT they got to say it and cop out due to not wanting to sound biased on other sides. I suppose they decided onto the 325 version and an implication that doesn't sound as good as " she's not pitiful, she has a good relationship with cloud" because it might sound biased. But in doing so, they're creating more havock than good. Shipping matters or not, they're not helping Tifa's character at all, neither Cloud's. Until they get a clearer canonical confirmation that Cloud is into Tifa and that he isn't into aerith etc. They cannot move pass being 50/50 when pushing out statements and I'd say. Fck them, it's like it's better if they actually just shut up to begin with.
and the people conveying "its stated in the source/website" that there's a LT going on is like sating you lost the part where it was clearly a red herring all along. Words and statements are powerful... Why else would we be so pissed with SENA to begin with. I mean it when I say people have their eyes closed and lack empathy to understand FF7 and it's characters. It's a real shame. I hope moving forward EC and the trilogy or more would completely just put a nail in the coffin in all these. I'm tired of the weekly basis of defending a story that's so easy to comprehend. Sorry, my statement is long, I just wish to convey my disapproval to someone who knows more than me but I as a private person being anonymous is the best I feel like doing it due to my anxiety. Thank you for this opportunity.
They deliberately fucked with the phrasing to alter the meaning and make it more negative than it is. The statement is actually quite positive, but you'd never know it from the way they talk. They're always trying to make Tifa out to be this pitiful figure who "deserves better", even though she's really happy with Cloud and they have a good relationship.
And you'll also notice the only time they ever share anything about Tifa is when they think they can shit on her and Cloud's relationship. There's so many quotes for cloti, but they never include them. They only focus on being negative and trying to inflate their non existent bullship instead.
And when we call for sources they make bullshit claims about copyright. Because a 20+ year old magazine, which was issued in the thousands and we're asking for a snippet of would really piss off SE, who have no affiliation with the company in question, and said company also wouldn't give a shit about a tiny extract being shared when people have in the past shown entire page scans, but sure, y'all hide behind the word "copyright" like we don't know how copyright laws work 🙄
Btw, I'm a copy editor, so I know how copyright laws work for several countries 🤷
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"You're too young to let the world break you" is REALLY hitting me rn.
Not to victimize myself, but life hasn't been so kind to me. Although most of my biggest problems are now in the past, they've left everlasting effects on me. Was homeless & physically abused. Now I have to be in control of money. Even if its not mine. Can't tell if its just a fear of older men or maybe just my dad. Hell maybe not either. Just this uneasy feeling around them. Now I got an eating disorder, have to harm myself so I don't harm others, 2 felonies, ankle monitor, anger issues, sleep issues, and all that other shit which is probably caused by my own mental health. Hate this shit so much. I hate living. I can't kill myself bc I have some things I'd rather enjoy than die, but if I were to somehow end up in a bad situation, I'd let it kill me. Like that time I lit all that shit on fire in my apartment. Literally couldn't breath but I just layed down with my music playing and closed my eyes. Until the cops found me ofc. Hate this all. Please kill me. Let me rest. There are ppl who have it WAY worse than I do, and they're just living on. I have few problems compared to them yet I can't even handle getting out of bed. It just shows how weak I am. I am too weak to go on. Please just kill me and let me rest. If I can't manage simple things like leaving my bed and home or eating properly, doesn't that just show that its better to leave me dead? If I do have to keep living, I want to be so heavily on pills that I'm just like a vegetable. Just no cares at all. I can't talk to anyone at all. My friends wouldn't understand bc we have different lives, my family would use everything against me, my therapist still works for the county or government or whoever, so I could probably get taken from my mom if I tell her everything. Although my mom has put me through some shit, I would like to be with her. I know I'm probably safer with her and we still have some good times. I wish I could do the same with my dad. He's still in my life but i know he still hates me. Apparently he loved me when I was a baby, but as I grew up and developed my own opinions and became close with my mom, he hated me. That started in like 1st grade. I'm now in 9th and its still the same. He tries to hang around when other ppl mention how he treats me, but ofc that only lasts a bit. Then it happens all over again. I wish he loved me like he does my sister. They've always been close. He compliments her and gets her things. Last time my dad complimented me was when I was in 4th grade. Last thing he gave me was a bracelet he found on the ground in front of a hotel when i was in 5th grade. I still cherish it. Why am I never good enough? For my parents, for my family, or myself. It's not hard to be the perfect girl. I just need to lose more weight, hide my flaws, attend school, and be pretty. Then everyone will love me. My parents would accept me. Its so easy but why can't I do it? I've only lost 17 pounds. It should've been WAY more by now but nooo I had to develop an eating disorder and fuck up my eating and metabolism. All of my flaws are mental but they seem to show physically. My eye bags, bruised body, discolored skin, messy clothing. Its gross. I had to stop attending school bc every time I did, I just shut down or almost harmed myself or my peers. I was way prettier when I weighed 92 pounds but ofc my fat ass tried to recover and went up to 105. And now I'm stuck at that number. I hate everything. I want to disappear. I want to go. But ofc, I'm just a 14 year old girl. Everyone says I have no real problems, im being dramatic, or just blow off my issues when I speak up. I don't know if I should listen to them and quit my mental help stuff so I can go completely insane or continue attending and working to better myself. All this shit constantly and I'm just 14. I want it to end already.
#mentally drained#tw ed vent#ed vent#tw ana vent#vent tag#personal rant#ed in tags#mentally disordered#awareness
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You know, I have a very low tolerance for horror fiction. There were parts in the Aeor Arc where I was NOT okay.
I'm having so much fun with this? I don't know why campaign 3 so far, which has very much been full of admittedly horror tropes, hasn't been hitting those same buttons, but mostly it's just so much fun. I can only chalk it up to how very very much it keeps reminding me of the 90's scifi I grew up with. Everything about the shade-creepers is one long extended X-Files episode, and little baby 1997-era C who also had no stomach for horror loved the X-Files. So like...??? But fair enough.
I think it might be an agency/control thing? Aeor was scary in the way of something ancient and lurking, where the world itself was broken, where the walls and the floors and the woods were hungry, vaster than human lives, unknown and thereby unfightable. The shade creepers and their queen are scary in the way of something that can be investigated and shot dead by a pair of FBI agents who work out of a basement office, and that's so much more manageable. And wonderful. It's great and I love it.
I do have some thoughts and questions about the Greenseekers! On one hand (and someone mentioned this on my last reaction post two weeks ago, which was very smart), they really do fit into that X-Files dynamic, the Twin Peaks of it all, the detectives with a career based on logic, investigating and trying to force logic onto paranormal circumstances that might evade easy categorization. And in that sense they're great, they're fabulous, they're the perfect inclusion. But they're also fucking fascinating coming at C3 through that other lens I won't shut up about, through Class Warfare Campaign, because oh boy their existence claims some things about the system that I'm not sure this system can back up.
The thing is that they claim a willingness to haul anyone, even their own employer, to jail, but that presupposes the existence of a jail willing to hold them, a court system willing to try them, laws written that confirm unethical as the same thing as illegal. We've seen Matt be generous with such things, in campaign 2, pushing through prosecution for Xenoth and Trent both, and maybe he will be again here, and that's his right--but it would be a gift of generosity not necessarily implied by the worldbuilding as it stands so far. Maybe Matt doesn't want to completely forsake his dystopia and is willing to let it have a functional court system. Maybe the Greenseekers have other ways to ensure their targets see punishment. Maybe, for all their experience, they've never gone up against a target this big, maybe they're overconfident. Maybe they're lying about their motives and intend to side with their client either way.
The thing is that they seem like the good guys, they really do, and they're independent contractors because the local cops aren't anything like trustworthy and the only investigative law enforcement you could even think to trust are a couple of people who don't even go here. The thing is that they seem to be the good guys, or at least the lawful good guys compared to our party's slightly-sketchier-but-somehow-more-trustworthy chaotic good, but after Laudna accidentally intimidated a witness into a faint by being too friendly, they broke his fingers and fucked with his brain. They didn't even seem to see a reason that could be wrong.
I like them, but I don't trust them. I don't really trust anybody in this town, including most of the party, though I'm at least a little closer to trust with all of them. I trust that they want to help get us back out of here with at least most of the group alive. Beyond that it's all question marks and suspense.
Matt playing out 'awkward exes two years later meeting on a job thing' was pure fucking gold, though, so jot that down.
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What is the plot of Killer and Healer? You seem the right blog to ask
Oh anon, you have come to the right blog to ask. So, basically Killer and Healer is set in the republic era of china, so like during the 1920s. Killer and Healer is specifically set during the time when the opium war was going on (I think) as opium plays a huge role in the drama. But anyways. Spoilers below
Jiang Yuelou, one of our main characters, a police officer of the Jing City Police Department who...if you want to compare him to like...a TV cop, think Hank Voight but not as...reckless. He's prone to violent outbursts, especially if opium is involved. He hates opium and seeks to basically wipe it out of Jing City as it's the reason for his absolutely horrible childhood that basically causes him manic depression.
Chen Yuzhi, our other main character, is the sweetest person alive. Now, just because he's sweet does not mean he's a push over. He's a doctor, he knows how the human body works, if he wanted to he could probably break every bone in your body and not even blink an eye.
Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi accidentally meet one night when Chen Yuzhi is coming home from a house call and gets caught up in a drug deal gone wrong. But Chen Yuzhi doesn't run away, he decides to help the injured gang members and in doing so, is caught by Jiang Yuelou and his subordinates who are there to shut down the trade. Because he's captured and thrown in jail by Jiang Yuelou, Chen Yuzhi's little sister, Keying gets kidnapped.
Because of her kidnapping, Chen Yuzhi heads to Hong Kong to look for her, not realizing that Jiang Yuelou is there to deal with a drug lord by the name of Lu Ka Si to try and stop the opium from Hong Kong from coming into Jing City. They meet again after Jiang Yuelou gets hurt due to a rat and from there they just sort of...help each other.
When they return to Jing City, Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi spend a lot of time together solving cases and trying to bring down the gang Jinma Hall and their leader, San Ye. Over time, and you can see this in the drama, Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi slowly fall in love with each other and risk their lives for each other multiple times (but this is china and there's censorship but you can see that they're in love. Everyone in the fucking drama knows they're in love)
The official ending for Killer and Healer isn't a happy one....there's a lot of death in this drama and I mean a lot. I'm not going to spoil the ending but just...have tissues ready if you plan to watch it. You should actually have tissues throughout the drama because you will cry a lot while watching. I know I did. But if you plan to watch it, I wish you the best anon. You're really gonna enjoy it.
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Can I have a little rant please? Theres this podcast I used to listen to, Red Handed. Its a true crime one and it started off ok but they got proper up themselves, constantly begging for popularity votes and making hugely uninformed statements, but their fan base is absolutely rabid for them for some godforsaken reason. I stopped listening a while back, when they had a known TERF on who was a criminologist, and when people complained, they said "oh we didn't talk about trans stuff so its fine"
They're always been ill informed, and very ignorant of their cis upper class privilege and think because they're women podcasters apparently they should be given all the award and not held accountable for anything. They left up that terf's interview, and kept her work in their book (that they wont shut the fuck up about), and my friend has just informed me that they talked about the recent Astroworld tragedy, and compared it to Hillborough in that "there were hooligans causing trouble"
(3) And I am literally shaking with how angry I am. I'm a Scouser. Hillsborough, even if you arent a Scouser, was a goddamn national tragedy and police coverup and these stupid, ignorant women, decide to continue the lies and tell their audience (a lot of Americans who believe every fucking word they say) that it was the victims' faults. Theyre 30 year old Brits, there is no excuse for them not to know the truth, and their fans are defending them! How DARE they?!? #JFT97
(4) I'm sorry, feel free to ignore that barrage of asks, I'm just so fucking angry, and I'm arguing with their moron fans, like I argued when the TERF scum was on & the fans said "oh they didn't know" "oh the work is done now, they can't delete it" "oh they're only young" (theyre 30!), and now I'm arguing again with people who think it was the victims, who think the picking pockets of the dead was true, because these goddamn useless pieces of shit told them it was true. Done for real now, sorry
Oh for fucks sake that's awful, I'm sorry mate - fucking despise how people act like it's okay to belittle tragedies, especially those (and often because they are) associated with vulnerable groups. Like folk really are just looking for someone easy to demonise. Tbh true crime folks are just fucking vultures I despise the kind of people who talk about deaths and kidnappings and injuries like they're for their fucking entertainment rather than real human lives. If you want to get into true crime at least have the decency to get really into Anti-MLM shit rather than hero-worshipping misogynistic bastards who get away with literal murder due to equally bigoted evil fucking cops. And I literally don't trust any cis people at all not to promote transphobia at this point, its disgustingly prevalent
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If you are saying that the people pointing out the differences in the reaction between the police too literal white supremacists storming a government building and setting bombs to people protesting for the their basic human rights are advocating for police brutality you are just a fucking piece of shit. Just shut the fuck up. Stop fucking talking.
Asking, why aren't the police doing anything is not saying that the police are the good guys now that they're targeted at people I don't like. It's pointing out that the police exist to uphold white supremacy, which is why they are doing nothing when white supremacists storm a government building and start setting bombs and trying to literally overthrow the fucking government.
I'm sorry if, the police are in League with white supremacist is too fucking complicated a concept for you to understand, so when people start pointing that out you think they're arguing FOR police brutality, but that's your fucking problem. Shut the fuck up.
Why didn't the police use rubber bullets or tear gas or assault people and arrest people? Here's why. Because police exist to uphold white supremacy. Because the cops are in on it. Because the cops agreed with what was fucking happening you fucking morons.
When people say, why weren't the police being as violent with these people as they are with us, they're not saying, police should be violent. They're pointing out that white supremacists are the police. That's what they're for.
If you're ignoring the fact that the people who stormed the capital were white supremacists and that the reason the police weren't literally not doing anything to stop them and we're even helping them inside the building is because the police are also white supremacists, you are just a racist fucking piece of shit and you need to shut the fuck up.
January 7th 2021.
Literally shut the fuck up if you refuse to acknowledge how completely fucking racist and white supremacist this whole thing is and was and will continue to be.
Literally shut the fuk up forever if you are going to compare black lives matter protesters literally fighting for their basic human rights to neo-nazis trying to fucking destroy the votes of the most oppressed people in this country.
It is not a slippery fucking slope. Neo-nazis in white supremacists cannot be fucking compared to Black Lives Matter protesters, and if you even fucking try just shut the fuck up and die. Asking why the police are not brutalizing neo-nazis is not the same fucking thing as saying that the police should brutalize people. It's pointing out what NOM has been saying this entire fucking time. All cops are bastards, because the police exist to uphold white supremacy and systems of Oppression, and they are not going to treat their own the way they treat the people they are designed to oppress.
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We shouldn't be supporting protesters. They're burning down and looting buildings, HOMES because of one man killed. They're awful people. The cops that killed that black man are awful excuses for human beings, but the protesters are no better.
How the fuck are you comparing people protesting to save and protect the lives of black people to cops who are literally murdering people on the basis of their skin colour. Are you good? Like are you fucking good? Please shut the fuck up.
Cops turned a peaceful protest violent when they open fired on the crowd with rubber bunkers, tear gas, and flash bangs. And people reacted with anger. What the hell do you expect?
Also the person who instigated the chaos with looting and burning of buildings is suspected to be an undercover cop posing as a protestor.
For years people have been peacefully protesting and nothing has changed. People are rightfully angry and are desperate for change. If this takes a violence then so be it.
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The Chilean women are fighting a class war rn, getting raped, killed, beaten, having their loved ones murdered by cops, left with serious injuries and emotional trauma and and these fucks fucking dared to copy only one of their actions, LIKE IT WAS A PERFORMANCE . They could only copy one act that they will lose nothing from. The one by which they can show themselves as fighters and "feminists" then go have dinner with their fathers that hang dogs and poison cats.The one that they can do because they're privileged bitches that only want to show off and nothing else.
I'm just so enraged!!!
Some Greek shits dared to do this same thing just because. Some Greek fucks from Crete dared to copy a real feminist act amidst a war in order to show off their stupid selves. Some Greek fucks dared to even think they can compare themselves to these women when they never ever fought for anything. ANYTHING. They just took a part of the whole struggle that's going on in Chile and went for it.
I'm so so so fucking sick of these shits. I really can't fathom how disgusting you have to be to recreate this just because you thought you could. You are not fighters. You have done nothing and you all should shut the fuck up. Respect Chilean women and their real struggle and just fucking shut up ffs..
*the photos are of Chilean women.
#feminists#I don't know about the other countries that recreated the act so that doesn't apply to them.#I know about Greek tho#So yeah#N#Have a problem with this? Get out. It's simple
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idk but i hateeee that they're like "everyone was expecting colors & sequins & stuff and this is unexpected. we wanted to do something different" like...... this is DISAPPOINTING. DISAPPOINTMENT isn't cool ://
Anonymous asked: I really just had to read,, with my own two eyes! some people saying his look was """""boring"""""""" like ????? ?? ??????????? ?? ? ? ?????????????????ex-fucking-cuse me????? they all basically be sauing he should hva e doen something more flamboyant and its like brooo. bro. broooooo. bROOOOO
Anonymous asked: everyone is saying harry looks straight and/or boring and i can’t even argue with them because they are right this is so sad
Anonymous asked: Lmao cody fern did that exact look on the red carpet three months ago. And cody served much harder. Harry’s weak ass cop out. Gtfo of here. Thank goddess for ezra and billy.
Anonymous asked: i rlly like this look but i think expected something more extravagant
Anonymous asked: Harry came dressed as a figure skater and called it a day huh.
Anonymous asked: I get what Harry L was going for but this really was the exact opposite of the appropriate event to tone down the outfits that got Harry the position as host to begin with. Clownery. This is not camp.
Anonymous asked: The outfit alone is gorg but compared to the other outfits and considering the fact he got the honor of being host this was a really big let down for me :/ There are a lot of posts like, oh THIS is how you do menswear at the Met! and none of them include Harry. Was hoping he would own that title.
im just going to pile these all into one bc they’re sorta related. I think my thoughts on his look overall are i like it, but it doesn’t feel camp to me. and i get that might be controversial but this is just me!! !like personally, im in love with this look, its slick and pretty and detailed and being a harry fan i can see how it’s a risk from his Personal style, and how he really curated his camp look to reflect him/divert from previous looks. and the blurring of masculinity and femininity is driving me wild!!!! gender!!!!!!!! im never going to shut up abt the lace and his hands!!!!!!
but if i separate that context from my opinion, i do have to say that this look doesnt feel very... camp to me. i was expecting something louder and bolder. seeing Harry L’s quote, i kinda get where he’s coming from bc if they did smth expected like what Darren Criss was wearing, it wouldnt seem that bold.. it would seem like they just did a slightly exaggerated ver of what Harry’s usual campy style is and everyone would be kinda disappointed bc they wouldve wanted something new! So i understand that they had to sidestep that. but i still cant help feeling like..yeah it seems like a better ver of that cody fern look when i kind of wanted something more garish and memorable, esp since he’s a host. ik there’s mixed opinions with the gp not quite liking it but a lot of experts seem to be saying that he killed it bc his blurring of masc/fem is v camp and v on theme which like!! love!! i still cant help feeling a little robbed of him wearing an absolutely bright, loud, gaudy piece. the bottom half of the outfit/black colour scheme/shoes did kinda disappoint me. i rlly dont think he looks “straight” though.. thats reaching.
overall, love the look, loving that he’s happy, just wish it was more garish though.
#maybe its my misunderstanding of camp bc the campiness seems to lie in the details of his outfit#when i thought it was more abt...performance and being loud#also re: the figure skater... ts7 teas.#ask#Anonymous
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Patched, a GTA LCS fanfic (Chapter 1)
A lady who goes by the name Venetia is seen in her locked bedroom, wearing a gray black jacket and holding a black PlayStation Portable. Popcorn is scattered on a table, and a 1 liter water bottle has half of its content sitting while the room was air-conditioned.
"Finally, finished that bastard GTA V. Now let's continue the crap I left out before in Liberty City." she mumbled as she put in the Memory Stick.
The game loaded, and Antonio Cipriani was in his safehouse. There was a floating compact disk on the living room, a spinning heart on a blue circle on the kitchen, and a spinning T-shirt on a blue circle beside the wardrobe in the bedroom. Spinning on his mind, was that his bed was cranky.
He could only feel his entire body acting like a puppet. He did not know why, but at least he's got a brass knuckle, a knife, a pistol, a submachine gun, a sniper rifle, a shotgun, and an AK 47. And he's got money as well—but it's just that he could feel something was controlling him.
Meanwhile, Venetia's eyes appear to somewhat smile. She 'controlled' the protagonist Toni so he could accomplish the next mission.
***
"OH SHIIIIIIIIIT!" Salvatore Leone shouted as Toni drove the Leone Sentinel car to the Callahan Bridge ramp. The car flung forward, and while the police were chasing them, it was still a memorable close call for Sal.
"I would kiss you if you had shaved!" Sal adds, looking at Toni's 5 o'clock shadow.
With the right angles and strategic analog stick steering of Venetia, Toni was able to drive to the safehouse even before the police cars could ram them or put some spikes on the road. Toni and Sal briefly talked before they parted for the meantime.
Toni gazed at the apartment, and he went inside. Cutscene and then he's now in his room. Compared to the Portland safehouse, this one was significantly spacious. The garage even had a capacity of two back when he saw it earlier.
Venetia's eyes drooped out of exhaustion. Believe it or not, she had played for 30 hours straight so far. And—
***
When she blinked, her whole body was, as if trying to adjust. Her joints felt sorta painful. And opening her eyes, she yelped—as she saw a naked Toni trying to choose between an Antonio and a Chaffeur outfit.
"Damn!" she mentioned, closing her eyes. "What the fuck are you doing here? In my room, huh?"
With her eyes shut, she tried to rely on her ears. But think of it, whatever was the layout of Toni's bedroom, it looked exactly as was her own... she thought.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" Blodwen yelled.
"Shut up, bitch." Toni replied, wearing his Leone suit. He pointed his shotgun onto her forehead.
"What's this? Explain this to me." Toni told her, holding up her shiny black PSP.
"That's a PSP."
"Why am I in this screen?"
Ven was speechless.
"Tell me or I'll pull the trigger!" Toni replied.
"I'm playing with it, okay?"
"You're playing with me? And who are you to do that, even to the point of going into my apartment?"
"Man, you're fiction."
"I don't believe you." Toni then holds the shotgun to his side. "I don't even know you."
"Listen up, and don't kill me. I know your story. I know that your Ma hates you. I know that Maria Latore is Sal's girl and wanted to start an affair with you at some point. I know that Sal is against the Sindaccos, Forellis, and other crime groups. You can't swim! Damn, you say you're a tough guy but yeah! Also, you killed Vinnie, but that's because I'm a good player! Also, call me Ven by the way."
"You mean you also nearly killed me 40 times before I could go to the third mission?"
"It's called 'Wasted', mister Cipriani. Alas, you're in the game, and I'm the real player. But for fuck's sake, I'm in your fucking universe! For no reason at all!"
Toni shrugged but looked at her with question, and then the PSP screen. Yeah, she's in the screen. Amazing patch there.
"But promise sir, I'll help you finish the missions, if you will let me control you, because I know everything about this Liberty City thing.?"
"Fine, help me with some missions by being my proxy or better, a servant, you shitlass. I better go to sleep, Ven, and tomorrow I shall have some noodles. Capiche?" Toni said and then laid on bed.
While he was asleep, Ven gently inserted her hands onto a pocket in his pants, and she was able to pull a green bill. She pulled some more until she got some ten thousand bills out of he twenty-five thousand Toni held.
"Fuck yeah." Ven whispered to herself, and she walked out of the apartment.
Ven found a PCJ 600 in the alleyway and then noticed that in her pocket, was her cellphone. No matter how she would turn off the positioning radar, it wouldn't shut.
"Damn location might track me and kill me." Ven told herself.
But then a thought struck her. She's in the game. She can use the radar to check locations so she wouldn't get lost. Although she isn't used to riding motorbikes, she had to. She turned on the engine, and boy it was fast! She stopped whenever she was about to hit a vehicle, and cussed at it. She first drove near Phil's Fully Cocked Gun Shop and in the alleyway she found a Katana. Holding the light yet strong sword, she grinned at it.
"Flashy bastard can help me out. I wonder how I could bring this?"
Fortunately, she had a magic satchel. In her jogging pants' pocket, she slid the long sword and poof, it fit as it it was just a Pokémon in a capsule. She went to Ammu-Nation to buy an AK-47, body armor, and an Uzi.
Driving away, she went to the Bedford subway station and then boarded the train back to Chinatown. When she got there, she treaded to find the "Punk Noodles".
"Oh shit, there's an RC triad and they're probably armed!" Ven told herself, and she gulped. She shook, but then she held her katana, and a wave of virility entered her veins.
"I must decapitate these bastards."
With a single stroke deriving what she learned from Wushu, she was able to kill two of the three. A pool of blood made them flesh islands on the road as well. She stabbed the last one, but then looking around, a cop was there to hit her with his Nightstick. Fortunately she slashed the Katana and his head fell off, and a fountain of blood gushed from his neck. Meat cleavers were dropped, alongside the cop's Pistol which she took and a Nightstick, as she took the money they left.
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