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floralcyanide · 9 months

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫

cillian!oppenheimer x gn!reader

disclaimer: this is a work of fanfiction. cillian's representation of oppenheimer is also fictional to a degree. if you dislike this kind of fanfiction, please keep scrolling and do not interact with this post. otherwise, have a lovely day. ♥

warnings: depression, lack of communication.

word count: 996

author’s note: please read the disclaimer several times if you must before you decide to comment something snarky or send a dense anonymous ask. (: anyway, I wrote this the other day at work after seeing the movie again. I hope everyone who does read this enjoys it.

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Despite the face Robert put on for his acquaintances and the world, he was terribly depressed and disturbed about what he created.

He hasn’t eaten much since the bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and sleep has been hard for him to come by. Robert won’t so much as look at you anymore. You understand where he’s coming from, and try to be patient. But it’s hard with him coming home every day and not saying a single word to you. Even harder when you’re packing your things to move away from Los Alamos without conversation. The day you move into the new house, you finally reach your breaking point.

You’re wiping the glasses out with a towel before placing them gently into the cupboard, humming a tune. Robert is unpacking your China dishes, and his hand slips, causing him to drop one accidentally. You stop humming. Your body visibly tenses at the sound of the delicate ceramic ware shattering on the floor. Robert freezes and bends down to pick up the pieces.

You close your eyes, exhaling slowly to release your tension, “Robert.”

He says nothing, still picking up the larger dish pieces and looking around for a broom.

“Robert?” you call again, putting down the towel and cup you were cleaning off.

Still no answer.

“Where is that damn broom?” Robert mumbles.

“Robert!” you snap, turning around sharply to face him, finally having enough.

He sighs, slowly standing up from his kneeling position, broken ceramic in his hands. He turns to you, his eyes not meeting yours.

“Look at me,” you say sternly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Robert will flick his eyes over yours and your face but won’t let them settle on your gaze completely. He then realizes tears are streaming down your face.

“Sweetheart, I can buy a new set-“

“I’m not worried about the China dish,” you shake your head, wiping your tears away with the heel of your hand.

Robert nods, studying the room before he spots the broom, walking over and grabbing it. He begins to sweep up the dust and smaller dish fragments, still not looking directly at you. You stand there, arms crossed, as you glare at the man you love.

“If you don’t look at me right now,” you say through gritted teeth, “I will walk out of that door and never come back.”

Robert’s blue eyes immediately shoot up to look at yours, and his face softens, “Don’t.”

You tilt your head sideways, taking in the emotions behind his eyes that he hides so well from everyone- everyone but you. Which is why you know he refuses to look at or speak to you.

“Then talk to me,” you say softly, “You know you can tell me anything, Robert.”

He shakes his head, “I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me,” you press your fingers to your temples, stepping around still-packed boxes until you finally reach where your husband is sweeping.

“I would never,” Robert frowns, and you just look at him.

“You aren’t telling me something, and keeping it from me is lying.”

Robert finishes sweeping the mess up and looks at you defeatedly, “Fine.”

When things go wrong, you and Robert always mend it. And you do that by drawing a bath and sharing a bottle of wine, your favorite vinyl playing softly in the next room. Every time whatever needs to be worked out always turns out okay by the time the bath water is ice cold.

Robert is lying behind you, smoking his pipe as you press your back against his chest. It’s quiet except for the music coming from the turntable in the bedroom and the occasional drip from the faucet.

“Talk to me, love,” you rest your head on Robert’s shoulder, peering up at him.

He traces his fingers through your hair, looking down at you through his eyelashes.

“I just…” Robert trails off, “It’s been difficult.”

“I know,” you say softly, “But you can talk to me. Why won’t you talk to me? Or look at me?”

Robert places a hand on your cheek, pulling your face to his and pressing a delicate kiss to your lips before answering.

“I don’t want you to hate me,” Robert sighs, “For what I’ve done.”

“I don’t hate you, and I never could,” you furrow your eyebrows, looking Robert in the eyes closely.

He nods, “But I could. I do.”

“Don’t hate yourself for what you’ve created. What the government did- that’s not your responsibility. You’re valid for wishing it were Germany instead. What they did, it’s inexcusable,” you run your thumb over the structure of Robert’s face tenderly, “Japan isn’t your fault.”

Robert let’s put an empty laugh, “Then why does it feel like it is?”

Your frown, “You tore a hole in the fabric of the universe,” you say, holding Robert’s face firmly in your hands, “But you didn’t destroy it.”

Robert searches your eyes for any speck of falsehood but finds nothing.

“I love you, and you can always talk to me, okay?” you say.

“I know,” Robert says, “I just get too inside my head.”

“And what a wonderful place it is to get stuck,” you smile, “Just know when to pull away. And if you can’t, I’m here to lend a hand.”

“I love you too, my gem. Thank you.”

“Never a problem,” you relax back into the cooling water, head against Robert’s chest.

The two of you lay there until the water is freezing and your glasses of wine empty. The two of you curl up in bed, warm and cozy. Robert holds you as close to him as physically possible, stroking your skin to lull you to sleep. And that night, he finally sleeps and isn’t plagued with nightmares of you leaving him. He doesn’t care if the world or history hates him because as long as you love him, the hole he tore in the universe doesn’t seem so big.

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xjulixred45x · 7 months

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Kaigaku Inadama/Nobara Kusigaki x Reader from out time

Request: Nobara (JJK) y Kaigaku (KNY) with a Reader of our times please? Good luck with your Exams!

Thanks sweetie!

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: Neutral

Warnings: none really, fluff

Nobara Kusigaki

Nobara is a quirky girl, we all know that.

Now, with a reader who comes from a world without curses? That's a new level of extravagant.

Nobara, regardless of gender, would like to go on shopping dates, or even go to cute cafes (even cat cafes) to have a quiet environment to be with her partner (God knows she needs it with her job).

She is very interested in what her S/o has to say about her world, especially because it ties her to reality in some way.

Let me explain to you.

Her S/o IS the little normal thing she have in her life.

Since she entered the world of Sorcery at least.

So I think she really appreciates this new, more "ordinary" perspective on life that her s/o has even though it may seem "more boring" at first glance.

For Nobara you will never be boring.

And partly she wishes she could enjoy the same things as you that she can't afford now (or perhaps never allowed herself due to her context).

I think that thanks to this Nobara would be one of the few people in the entire series who would be very good with a non-Sorcerer s/o. She trusts her abilities to protect you, and honestly, you're the closest thing to a "home" she's had in a long time.

Someone to act her age around and not have to worry about cursing or work is very welcome.

she will protect you no matter what, since you are not from that world, you are obviously not used to dealing with curses, so she will happily take care of them for you.

(she doesn't recognize it, but he loves to show off his skills for you.....whoever she deceives, she shows it off shamelessly).

You are one of the few people who lets you into her heart easily, so he won't let anything happen to you.

If you want to learn to be a Sorcerer, she will be conflicted, on the one hand she wants both of you to be a ✨power couple✨ but on the other hand the VERY likely possibility that you will die terrifies her.

But it's your decision. If you decide to do so, you will have ✨Scary Dog Privilge ✨ because Nobara will make sure NO ONE messes with you, be it curse or humans.

If you decide not to do it, she's fine with that, according to her "I can be brutal for both of us."

In general she protects you more than most because she cares a lot :3

Kaigaku Inadama

He definitely thought you were joking at first.

More so when you told him about the things of our time that OBVIOUSLY had not been invented for the Taisho Era. But more than bothering Kaigaku, he found it fun. At first.

Now, if you had some proof that what you say is THE TRUTH (like a phone or even a flashlight, some small but technological thing), Kaigaku.Exe stops working.

And he spends a LONG TIME questioning everything.

But then he realizes that if man-eating demons exist, then what you say may be possible.

I think he would also be impressed (even if he doesn't admit it) with his S/o's level of education (in the Taisho era people barely knew how to read and write, so if you have finished high school, you look like a GENIUS in comparison to Kaigaku).

But he also realize that your S/o is used to a much more peaceful type of life. Which means he has to constantly protect you.

It doesn't bother him, he likes to show off his strength with you (although he WILL DIE before saying it), so he constantly shows off when there is danger nearby.

In a way that his S/o comes from a future without demons gives him some hope, because it means that 1-or the demons FINALLY become extinct or 2-the Pillars will defeat Muzan at some point. Either one is good.

Of course, I don't know if it's a good idea to talk to him about Hiroshima or Nagasaki ☠️

Besides, he doesn't understand at all the historical or cultural references that his S/o throws at him, but he dismisses it rather than getting angry.

While Kaigaku is confident in his abilities to protect his s/o, I can see him being somewhat paranoid, so he would give them Wisteria fixes in case he had to go on a mission and they couldn't come.

If his S/o wants to be a Demon slayer, I think he would be very against it, more than anything he doesn't want to lose the little positive that has come into his life (he doesn't say it, but he lets it be seen), although if his S/o insists A LOT, he'll probably let you see Jigoro, and if they manages to pass the training, he would have his S/o go on all his missions with him (except when it is MANDATORY that he go alone).

If S/o remains a civilian, perhaps Kaigaku would recommend going to work in one of the Wisteria houses that the guild has, it doesn't require much training (from what I understand) and it would be much more practical to see each other more often.

In general, he is less of an idiot and more protective of a reader in our world, believing that you could not defend yourself as well as him.

But he loves you just the same.

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theconstantsidekick · 1 year

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Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (6) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader (future)

Genre: Angsty city babyy!

Summary: Steve and Y/n try to hash out their different stances on the Accord, in a small car, with Sam and Bucky right there in the backseat. It goes as well as you would expect.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Past Trauma, Mentions of Traumatic Political Events (Bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, The Chernobyl Disaster), Mentions of Gory Deaths, Mentions of Violence Against Animals.

a/n: this was gonna be a lighthearted chapter to act as an interlude from all the angst... that is not what it ended up becoming. If anyone wants to correct me on something, hit me up. If I have said something cruel or hurtful, let's talk it out. I assure you that was never my intension.

“You can ask,” she says calmly.

The sound of the old yet sturdy Volkswagen hums calmly in the background. It’s not harmonious or anything but it does provide a sense of comfort, he thinks.

And you best believe he does need a whole lotta comforting right about now.

“Ask what?” Steve asks, playing dumb and failing at it.

“Whatever it is that you want to,” she answers simply. She’s looking out the window of the passenger seat. Steve can’t see her face to be able to read it… Well, that’s not completely fair. Even if he could see her face, he’s almost certain he wouldn’t be able to read it.

Ever since Ultron, ever since she opened up about her past, he’s noticed her change. She’s different now… or maybe, he thinks, maybe she’s more herself than she has ever been before. This isn’t to say Steve was great at reading her before but she seemed easier to grasp, closer in a way. That’s not all, though. He always knew she was a competent fighter, but now he’s entranced by her every move. It’s a dance. He used to be awed by her skill before, the motions were quick and effective but now? Now watching her fight, he can see the fluidity and ease. No one on the team has that. No one Steve has ever fought has that. There is a sense of comfort in the way she handles herself in battle. The movements are precise and practiced, like she’s done it countless times before… she probably has.

All this sucks for Steve because ever since Tony suggested the accords be signed, every single conversation with her feels like a battle. And he’s not ashamed to admit it, the woman he loves is a better fighter than him.

“I don’t know what you’re—”

“Just ask what you wanna ask, Steven,” she cuts him off swiftly.

See?

Better than he’s gonna get any time soon.

Sighing he asks, “Why are you here? With us I mean? I thought you didn’t agree with us.”

“Common man! Don’t drag us into this!” Sam protests from the back seat. “We’re very happy to have you here,” he adds politely while looking at Y/n. “The Frosty Fighter agrees, doesn’t he?” He looks over to Bucky next to him, urging him to agree. When there is no response, Sam elbows him in the chest.

“Ouch!” Bucky exclaims. “What?”

“We’re glad Y/n is with us, aren’t we?” Sam prompts.

In the rearview mirror, Steve can see Bucky sit up awkwardly, every move a sign of his discomfort over the situation.

But Sam’s insistence is inescapable, so softly he replies. “Yes.”

And somehow that makes Y/n chuckle.

Huh, he thinks.

“Fine,” Steve concedes. “Why are you here? With me?” He asks again.

“Because you can’t handle Sergeant Barnes alone,” she replies.

Uhh, what?

“I was able to contain him back at the headquarters.” Steve might not have had as many hours on the field as her but he’s not incapable of taking care of his friend!

She, to his surprise, chuckles again. “It wasn’t a comment on your capabilities, handsome… You just have a habit of letting your emotions take charge when it comes to the Frosty Fighter.”

“And you don’t?” Steve challenges abrasively.

She finally takes her eyes off the passing scenery outside the window to look at him with what he, with his poor reading skills, determines to be controlled rage. His challenge is met with a daunting stare.

“I do too,” she answers. “That’s why you’re here.” She looks away again.

Okay, maybe he needs to reassess his approach. He adjusts uncomfortably in the driver’s seat, bracing himself to come at the situation from a different angle; a more tactical one.

Before he can though—

“But you don’t think Tony’s right either?” Sam asks.

“Nope,” she replies.

Bucky beats Steve to the punch, asking, “Then who is?”

“Me.”

“We should all just give up?” Steve questions, incredulous. “Stand by and watch while people need our help? When we can do good?”

“No…I suggest you look away, Steven. Take a vacation maybe, somewhere warm—considering your history and all,” her replies are so painfully nonchalant, it puts Steve on edge.

“Damn it Y/n, I’m being serious!” He explodes.

“So am I.” Her seeming lack of interest in the conversation irks him unfathomably. “Didn’t you hear what Vision said?”

“You believe we’re the reason behind all this?” Steve’s beyond incredulous at this point.

“I believe in escalation,” she counters. “If there is someone out there who wants revenge, who wants to stop us—like this psycho fake doctor we’re currently dealing with—they can’t just use the usual methods.” She turns to him then, “You have to understand putting down any of us isn’t easy. If someone wants to stop you, it’s not gonna be as easy as a knife to your gut. You’re a superhuman, my guy. Tony is packing a fucking arsenal on his chest. And Wanda??? Do you even know the extent of what she can do with her powers?”

“No, but—”

She cuts him off, “Neither do I, but from what little I understand, she’s as close to unstoppable as it gets. Same for Vision. And that’s to say nothing of Hulk or Thor! I mean he’s a God, can he even DIE??” She sounds almost as if she’s about to explode.

But at some level, he does understand where she’s coming from. The Avengers are dangerous… but only to their enemies.

Exhaling loudly, he tries to gather his patience to respond with some sense of consideration. “So what? We just give up because someone out there is waiting to be instigated? Have you thought that maybe that is inevitable? If there are people like us, itching to become heroes, the inverse must be true as well. There have to be people out there ready to exploit the system through whatever means necessary. Correlation does not equal causation. Not always.” He looks at her then, “If we all take a collective vacation and stop helping people is there a guarantee that the violence dies down?”

“I am not saying we quit helping. I am not inclined to think in extremes like you or my brother,” she answers, her voice calm once again. “I just think we should pick and choose our battles.”

“That is all the more reason for us to oppose the Accords—”

She cuts him off again, “Yes, yes. That’s why I didn’t sign them!” Her head falls back, she closes her eyes and adds, “But when I say we pick and choose I mean threats that cannot be handled by humans… I mean that the Avengers should stop shoving their noses in political matters—human matters. If another giant hole opens up in the sky, I’ll come running, till then? Avengers are better off taking a vacation.” She looks out the window again. “Maybe Tahiti? I’ve heard it’s a magical place.”

“How is that fair? Why should people who are suffering because of their governments or insurgents, or terrorists be excluded? Why don’t they deserve our protection?” Steve challenges.

“You’re oversimplifying again,” she says calmly. “It’s not about them, it’s about us.”

“How?” Sam asks. Belatedly he realizes, for a minute there Steve completely forgot Sam and Bucky were in the car with them.

“The Avengers, as a team, predominantly comprises of American citizens… And even the ones who aren’t Americans are led by a man who wears star-spangled tights and goes by the name Captain America. Do you seriously not see the issue in that?” She looks back at him.

“You think our actions reflect on our country?” He questions.

“You don’t?” She throws back. “You seriously don’t see how us, flying around different nations, doing whatever we want without giving a shit about their laws and their needs isn’t going to seem like an act of showcasing dominance by a nation that is a global superpower?”

“I’m not blind to the implications, Y/n. I understand what it looks like at a cursory glance. But there’s a lot more to it. We are not just agents of our country; we surpassed that title a long time ago. We are so much more than that. Countless humanitarian missions, assisting during natural calamities, providing aid to refugees, all of that cannot simply be overlooked in favor of what it says on our passports. As a team, the Avengers are a symbol of hope,” Steve argues.

“You cannot be that naive, man. You wear the American flag like a costume, you don’t think the other countries might see your actions in their land as interference from a foreign nation? You think they care about the semantics? You think any common person would?”

“I’ll ditch the uniform.”

“Sure, Captain America”

“I’ll ditch the name too.”

“Are you acting dense to piss me off, or did the Frosty Fighter get a good hit in there somewhere?”

He rolls his eyes. “I want to help people. I don’t need a title or a suit to do it. I just want the freedom to help the ones in need.”

“That sounds sweet and all, but it’s as ignorant as it gets.”

“You’re confusing ambition with ignorance.”

“You think if you change your name, and pick a new outfit, it will stop? You think that’s all it’ll take? You’re a fucking weapon, Steve. We’re all weapons. That’s the cold hard cocksucking truth. People might see us as heroes but at the end of the day, they all know that is what the fuck we are. I am not saying that’s a bad thing… or a good thing either. I am just saying that when other nations see you, going around, breaking bones with a light punch, they will also want one of you, all for themselves. You’re Mattel’s best selling Barbie, Stevie boy; everyone wants one for themselves to dress up, play house with and command armies with. There will always be a dumb fucker out there trying to recreate whatever the fuck you are.”

“It’s not my fault you are the way you are, Y/n,” he bites back, just as fierce as her. “You’re an alien, you could’ve been set off sooner or later even if Hydra hadn’t gotten around to it.”

He can hear her jaw clench. “Yeah, maybe,” she says dismissively. It’s an act, a defense, he knows it. It’s gonna be followed by a punch in the gut, an offense. “But can you say the same thing about Frosty Fighter back there?”

The car screeches to a halt on the empty backroad they’d been sailing through. Steve can smell the burnt rubber on the road, but it’s hard to care about it right now.

Slamming the door upon exiting, Steve walks over to the sidewalk. Pacing a little, he waits for her to follow suit.

The moment she does, “You know Y/n, sometimes you say shit to be right, to win an argument without weighing the consequences of your words.” His words are fuming, just like him.

“Is that a threat?” She asks, almost jovially.

His steps halt with his back to her. “You’re crossing a line, Y/f/n.”

Despite all his claims of not being able to read her, in this moment, he knows exactly how she’s reacting despite not looking at her. While his eyes are set on the patch of sparse greens, he can almost feel her provocation leaving her body.

“You’re right,” she relents. “I’m sorry.” He knows she means it. “I went too far with the last two, I shouldn’t have,” she says calmly, so he turns to look at her. She kicks the ground, looking surprisingly similar to a kid caught with an orange tongue when explicitly told no more juice pops. “It’s frustrating. I never thought there would come a day where Tony would ask me to sign away my freedom.”

“I think,” he looks up at the sky, “I think he’s just trying to make amends somehow. It’s not the best way to go about it but he’s trying. I can’t blame him.”

“I can,” she counters. “He knows what it would mean for me. He’s still proposing it. I blame him completely.”

“And yet, you keep insisting you’re not on our—”

She promptly cuts him off, “Before you start your shitty little spiel about how that is why I should stand with you, I’d like to let you know, you are only doubling my said frustration. It is beyond me how you cannot see how much damage the Avengers have caused—are capable of causing still!”

Hands on his hip, her frustration mirrored on his face, he says, “Why did you even join the team if you think so?”

“Because of Tony.”

“That’s all? That’s all it ever was? You never, not even for a second, believed in us? In what we do?” He’s desperate right now.

She shrugs. “I know we are capable of good, Steve. I am not saying we aren’t. But you cannot overlook the impact. The Superhero game is a hair’s breadth away from privatization and if that happens, we are all doomed.”

Exhaling loudly, his head falls.

The sun’s too bright, he thinks.

“I don’t think heroes, real heroes can be bought off,” he counters. “If there even came a point where there could be heroes for hire, they wouldn’t be heroes, not really. They’d be—” he can’t think of a word.

“Soldiers?”

Somehow, the challenge in her eyes is brighter still.

Before either of them can say anything to that, Sam gets out of the car and comes to stand in front of them. “Did you guys forget we’re wanted fugitives? Or having this couple’s tiff in broad daylight is just like a death wish I wasn’t told about?”

Couple’s tiff?

“This is not a couple’s tiff.” He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “This is a discussion about Y/n’s fundamental lack of faith in us as heroes,” he accuses.

“No,” she counters. “First of all,” she looks at Sam, “This is a blind spot, Steve might be naive but he’s not an idiot. And second of all,” turning to him she adds, “this is not a discussion, this is an intervention for Steve, the jerkface who supports capitalism.”

“What?!” Steve’ completely lost by this point.

With carefree steps, Y/n walks over to a boulder and sets herself atop it. Slowly then, she begins to stretch. “Do you know about the Nuclear-Proliferation Treaty?”

Completely confounded by the change of topic, all Steve can do right now is respond, “Yes. Signed on 1st July 1968, the treaty was negotiated to prevent the spread of nuclear weapons and weapons technology, to promote cooperation in the peaceful uses of nuclear energy.”

She nods in acknowledgement. “Do you know why it was signed?”

“I just told you why.” It’s been a long, long day and it’s barely the afternoon. So yeah, Steve relaxes, leans back on the car. He lets his body fall loose. He isn’t entirely relaxed, not really. He’s just a little too tired to keep his guard up in front of his friends and his girlfriend, despite knowing for sure whatever comes next will be just as hurtful as any enemy attack .

“No, you told me what the treaty’s function was supposed to be… or tried to be. I’m asking you why it was signed. Do you know why?”

“I’m guessing you’ll tell me.”

And that, out of all the things, makes her chuckle, “Fear.” Their eyes meet. “When The Manhattan Project started, it scared the shit out of every nation that was aware of its existence. Then on 6 and 9 August 1945, when the 509th Composite Group of the United States Army Air Forces dropped those newly minted bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, respectively, everyone and their mothers collectively shat their pants. Which, I mean, can you really blame them?”

“What’s your point?” Sam chimes in.

She looks up at the sky. “The point, Samuel, is that any weapon that strong will instill so much fear in the hearts of men, that it will either result in an all-out relinquishment of the weapon or—”

“Everyone’s gonna want a weapon of their own,” Sam surmises.

Sam receives a wink and finger guns for his correct answer

Then she looks at Steve. “Those bombs were so fucking scary that the only defense these fucked in the head politicians could come up with was creating one of their own. Which obviously led to multiple countries testing and developing a nuclear arsenal of their personal collection. It got bad enough that they needed to come together and be like, ‘Yeah ok. We fucked up. These are way too many weapons and if they get in the wrong hands we’ll end up never needing a sequel for Planet of the Apes cause we’ll be living it.’” She sits up straighter. “We’re just like these weapons, Steve; that’s what I mean when I say we’re nuclear. We’re incomprehensibly powerful weapons and the accords are like a (not so) pre-emptive NPT.” Shaking her head she adds, “Now, I’m not trying to negate or diminish Japan’s war crimes from that period. I never will. It was a war. There were crimes. Not much logic to it than that. All’s I’m saying is that the justification for the use of such weapons, of us will always be shaky and terrifying.”

His jaw clenches.

He understands. He isn’t so naive that he cannot see where she’s going with all this but, if he doesn’t believe that people like Sam, Natasha, Tony—if people like them weren’t going to fight for they believed in, if they didn’t fight for people who can’t fight for themselves the world would be a much worse place for it. The Avengers are capable of a lot of bad but he knows they are capable of a lot more good. They haven’t been able to save everyone but they have always given their all, on every single mission. They have always been ready to lay down their lives for what they believed in, and that kind of faith cannot be bad. That kind of pure devotion cannot be evil.

He knows it.

“Just because you are not capable of seeing the potential we have to do good, doesn’t make us weapons. Just because you don’t believe in us, doesn’t mean we’ll forsake our promise to help people, Y/n.” He stands up straight. “We aren’t that easily swayed.”

She nods halfheartedly. “You know about Chernobyl?”

“Another history lesson?” Sam chides.

She smiles again. “Something like that.” She looks at him, “Do you?”

He nods. “Yea, I read up on it.”

“I was there,” she says easily, as if she’s talking about some concert she attended back in the day.

“You were at Chernobyl?” Bucky’s question comes as a surprise to both Sam and him who were otherwise too focused on Y/n. However, she seems to have been expecting it almost. Walking over, Bucky comes to stand right opposite her, an arm’s length away from him.

She shrugs just as easily and says, “Howard, Peggy and I thought it would be wise. Someone with…my ‘set of skills’ was ideal to assess the damage, understand the situation, and help if necessary. It wasn’t a S.H.I.E.L.D. mission or anything, we were just worried. If it had been a mission, there would’ve been motives, and we didn’t want that to be the case for a situation that sensitive.” She pauses for a second. Despite the heavy subject matter, there is a hint of a smile on her face. She’s reminiscing, Steve realizes. It makes his stomach churn. “But yeah, I was there. I saw all of it. I saw the people that were affected, the children that were born, the first responders who were brought into the hospitals for radiation poisoning because the officials didn’t have the guts or common sense to admit to their fuck up.” Closing her eyes, she sighs. She is done reminiscing. “They were rotting away. Not slowly, not graciously; they were rotting away from the inside out in the most painful way imaginable. It was the most gruesome thing I had ever seen, and it wasn’t even an act of war. It was a mistake, an error, something that was overlooked due to lack of resources.”

The moment is too heavy for anyone except her to be able to break it.

“Did you read about the units sent out for clean ups, to minimize damage?” She asked.

“The units to clean up the spill—”

She shakes her head. “There were units sent out to the neighboring areas around Pripyat. These were soldiers who were ordered to exterminate any and all living accelerants.”

“Living accelerants?” Steve asks.

“Their job was to hunt down all the wildlife in the area. Whether it was farm animals, stray cats or pet dogs; they were all collected and… put down,” Bucky is the one who answers, surprising the group.

“Ten points to Frosty Fighter,” Y/n comments, still seeming a little astounded. “It was nowhere close to being the worst tragedy to come out of the incident, but it was the most unassuming one. They were in the blast radius and were suffering from radiation poisoning as well, but it’s not like they could do anything about it.” Sighing once again, she pauses for a second, before continuing, “The impact the Avengers tend to have is similarly severe, it too leads to completely unassuming tragedies.”

“I don’t think that’s fair,” Sam speaks up. “Chernobyl was built in secret, hidden away from the U.S. as well as their neighboring nations which is why their Government refused to ask for aid. If they had been open about it, countless lives could have been saved but they were too busy trying to save their own asses.” He crosses his arms and levels her with a look, “Whatever we do, we do it to save people. We do it to make things a little easier, more manageable. It’s not the same”

“No, it isn’t,” she admits. She seems… he doesn’t even have a word for it—worn down? That’s the closest Steve can get to describing her right now. “But the reactor blew up because of negligence… human error. The devastation was a result of hubris… we know a little something about that, don’t we?”

“We made one mistake,” Steve contends. “I am not trying to diminish it, but we slipped up once. And we rectified it immediately. Shouldn’t we at least be given a second chance?”

“Why?” She argues. “And honestly, that one mistake was more than enough. The repercussions of that one mistake will be felt for decades.” Exhaling audibly, she shakes her head. “Look, we live in a carefully crafted system. Human society as a whole is a result of ages and ages and ages of strife and discord and compromise. It’s a delicate structure, disrupting which doesn’t take a lot. The mistake we made… It sure was disruptive, seeing as multiple nations came together to impose the Accords onto us.”

He feels a distant desperation now, to prove to her that he’s right. “We cannot overlook the destruction we caused. We have to be held accountable for it, of course. But we have done a lot to protect this society as well; we fought off Loki and his aliens, we are still dismantling HYDRA but bringing their existence to the light wasn’t exactly a small task. We are capable of helping this system flourish,” he tries. “We just need another chance.”

“Despite our extraordinary powers, at our core, we are just human…ish. We are more than capable of repeating our same mistakes,” she says easily, calmly, almost as if she knows there is very little point to this debate. Why is she fighting me then?

“But we are also capable of learning from them,” he states with full faith. “This can be an opportunity for us to step back, reassess, and get better.”

And that somehow seems to be the last straw.

“Listen to me, okay?” She’s instantly on her feet. Her tone has changed all of a sudden, to something more urgent, more earnest. “The system that we currently have isn’t the best… There are flaws in it, fundamental ones, but it works. It works well enough that we’re not inciting a nuclear war. It’s functional, not perfect but functional; and people had to fight for it to become what it is today. It took countless revolutions, inventions, wars, civil disobedience movements and about a million protests to get where we are right now… And people did that. They did it all by their lonesome, without any help from us. What I’m trying to say, what none of you seem to want to listen is that people will always, always keep fighting for what they believe in. They will succeed in making things better.” She’s vibrating with sheer confidence. “Utopia might not be achieved by next week, but people will keep at it till the day they do… Isn’t that enough?”

Now what you have to understand about Steve is that even though he is technically a hundred years old, he hasn’t lived for a hundred years. Everyone knows that but not a lot of people understand it. He hasn’t lived through every decade leading to this one. He was stuck on ice. When he went in, the world functioned a lot differently than when he came out. And that is where he and Y/n are complete opposites.

While she is, for all intents and purposes, younger than him, she has lived a lot longer than him. It makes him feel a sense of disconnect to her… maybe he always will.

“It feels fairly insincere for us to have the power to help them speed up the process but choose instead to sit back and watch, don’t you think?”

“No! No, I don’t think so.”

Steve’s at the end of his rope. “Come on, Y/n! Do you have so little faith in us that you cannot even imagine that we might be able to make the world a better place? Do you believe in us at all?”

She chuckles then. It’s followed by a pause. Her hands are on her hips while she looks down at the ground. “You know about a week after the reactor blew up at Chernobyl, they realized that the nuclear material was melting through the concrete and was about to make contact with a pool of water underneath. The water was supposed to act as coolant but in this case would cause a fucking radiation-contaminated steam explosion upon contact. So what’s the plan, right? How to stop it? They needed people to dive into 20 million liters of poison water and turn a couple valves to drain it.” She looks at the three men then. “And before I could even think of breaking my cover to volunteer, three men—three normal, everyday men stepped up.” She’s smiling. She looks… proud? “Funny thing is, these were men who knew exactly what could happen to them. Of the danger this mission posed to them. Going in there was like inviting Death over for dinner and they did it without a single ounce of hesitance. They weren’t superhuman or of alien origin, trust me. I checked. They were just… people. Normal people who knew what needed to be done and decided to do it.” She clicks her tongue. “It’s not that I don’t believe in us, Steve. I do. I just believe a lot more in them.”

The words hang in the air. They stay there with nothing but the sound of the cars whizzing past them on the road.

Their silence is only broken when Steve's phone chimes.

Pulling it out of his pocket, he looks down at it. “It’s Sharon. She gave us a location, it’s 15 minutes from here.”

“We should head out,” Sam suggests.

“Yeah. Yeah, we should do that,” Y/n agrees, already getting back in the car. But before she can—

“You know, Steve’s just like them, right?” Bucky speaks up from where he stands behind her.

“What?” She asks, a little lost.

He meets her eye to eye. It’s the first time he’s had the courage to do so. “The scrawny little kid from Brooklyn—he’s just like the people you say you believe in so much.”

She nods. “He was… And most of his fundamentals still are… But power changes you. It changes where you stand. He has a good amount of it now,” she looks over at Steve, “unlike the kid from Brooklyn.” Her eyes fly back over to Bucky before she adds, “I believe in him more than he believes in himself, I just don’t think he understands the fact that his stance has to change with him.” Pointing back at Sam, “Now that one’s a whole different story. If he were the one opposing me, I would’ve lost by now.” With that she gets in the car.

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From AlJazeera: US lawmaker says Gaza should be treated ‘like Nagasaki and Hiroshima’

A US lawmaker has been captured on video invoking the atomic bombings of Japan’s Nagasaki and Hiroshima as an example for how to bring a “quick” end to the war in Gaza.In a video posted on X, Tim Walberg, a Republican who represents Michigan in the House of Representatives, can be heard telling a town hall that the conflict should be treated like the Japanese cities were during World War II.

“We shouldn’t be spending a dime on humanitarian aid. It should be like Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Get it over quick,” Walberg said.

Walberg’s spokesman Mike Rorke told Detroit Free Press that the Congressman was using a metaphor and has “great empathy for the innocent people in Gaza who have been thrust into this situation due to the attack carried out by Hamas” on October 7.

“During his community gathering, he clearly uses a metaphor to support Israel’s swift elimination of Hamas, which is the best chance to save lives long-term and the only hope at achieving a permanent peace in the region,” the spokesman was quoted as saying.

Every time I think I can't be surprised by how blatantly evil US politicians are, I'm proved wrong.

I mean, I know many otherd have said equally horrific things, but it never ceases to shock me.

#Mike Rorke #Tim Walberg #palestine #Israel #Gaza

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YF-12 Interceptor at Groom Lake, Area 51 IMB’s (intercontinental ballistic missiles) made them obsolete before they were built.

Only one and a half YF-12 remains, one at the Air Force Museum near Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, Ohio. The half is on display at Hill Air Force Base, Utah. The engines and the back part of the SR 71C, also known as the bastard, are half of a YF-12 that crashed.

There was a time when General Curtis LeMay and Kelly Johnson were talking about having 100 YF- 12s made. The thought was that these interceptors, which could fly three times the speed of sound, could stop the Soviet Union (with nuclear bombs) airplanes in the event of World War III LeMay also wanted 100 SR 71’s to survey the world during and after a nuclear war.

Have you seen the new movie Oppenheimer? Nuclear bombs forever changed the way superpowers wage war. America dropped the world’s first atomic weapons on two Japanese cities—Hiroshima on Aug. 6, 1945, and Nagasaki three days later. World War II would end, and the Cold War soon began.

It became more evident to the United States that the next war between the Soviets would use intercontinental ballistic missiles. Thus, the need for an interceptor to stop the Soviets in the Air was deemed unnecessary. But for a few weeks, Kelly Johnson was figuring out a way to make hundreds of Blackbirds! Kelly was a stoic man who rarely showed emotion, but in this case, he practically danced a jig! He was so happy that possibly hundreds of his designs of the Blackbird would be made.

The plan for the SR 71 was not obsolete the SR -71’s were to be used to survey the damage, after a nuclear war.. This would be a one-way trip for these brave men. They would never make it home, but they were willing to do that. My father, Butch Sheffield said that the SR 71 crewmembers that were active were to report to Area 51 then they would have to leave their families for the last time fortunately, that didn’t happen. But in the early 1960s when the A-12 and YF 12 were designed. The bombing of Japan had only occurred 16 years previously and the Nuclear War presented itself as a real possibility to the Air Force and Curtis LeMay and SAC (strategic air command) we’re going to make sure they were ready and not surprised like they were during World War II at Pearl Harbor.

Written by Linda Sheffield

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user laozuspo i HAVE to ask if you think owens’ discontinued ICBM location for the NINA project could at all tie into radiationgate bc y’know. Missles. explosions. Radiation

huhhhhh that's. i didn't think of that! the fact that they're in old warhead tunnels is funky for sure. Like why not just build a new structure of their own out in the middle of the desert completely off the grid? Why use an old government location, if El and Brenner and Owens know they're being targeted by the government?

I'm not sure if those tunnels in specific have anything to do with radiationgate, but ICBMs are generally nuclear. There don't seem to be any ICBM sites or power plants in IN, but if they're discontinued/off the grid the way the one for NINA was...it's possible they could create a fictional one. Considering that Indianapolis is a known nuclear target, and Hawkins is 80 miles from Indianapolis, it wouldn't be a stretch.

In my poking around about ICBM sites, I did find this paper from NOVEMBER 1983??

It discusses in detail the effects of nuclear attacks on the US, and one section in particular talks about the ability of ICBM tunnels/silos to withstand nuclear blasts

"The silos in which modern ICBM's are housed are underground concrete structures, "hardened" to withstand the effects of nuclear blasts. There is a wide range of nuclear effects that might damage an ICBM within such a silo, but spokesmen for the U.S. Air Force have indicated that U.S. rCBM silos are generally most vulnerable to the shockwave of the nuclear blast. Thus the hardness of a given silo is usually expressed in terms of the shock-wave overpressure required to destroy it, measured in pounds per sq uare inch (p.s.i.). The silos currently housing the 1,000 U.S. Minuteman ICBM's are generally estimated to be capable of withstanding overpressures of up to 2,000 p.s.i. The detonation of a half-megaton weapon, such as those carried by the most accurate Russian MIRV's, would create such overpressures at ranges of roughly 300 meters; therefore to destroy a Minuteman ICBM a half-megaton weapon would have to be detonated within 300 meters of the silo.

Putting this in the perspective of Hawkins:

Hawkins was hit with a 7.4 magnitude earthquake from the blast when Henry opened the Rifts. That's roughly the equivalent of something like 500ktons of TNT. (Ish. I haven't done any of the math on Richter decimals.)

A magnitude 4.0 earthquake is only equivalent to about 6 tons of TNT explosives, but because the Richter scale is a base-10 logarithmic scale, the amount of energy released increases quickly: A magnitude 5.0 earthquake is about 200 tons of TNT, magnitude 6.0 is 6,270 tons, 7.0 is 199,000 tons, 8.0 is 6,270,000 tons, and 9.0 is 99,000,000 tons of TNT. As you can imagine, 99 million tons of TNT is enough to destroy just about anything, and is the equivalent of about 25,000 nuclear bombs. (This is according to the Center for Earthquake Research and Information and the U.S. Geological Survey.)

(x)

So: a Rift-event could destroy one of these silos, were the silo within 300m of the blast. Assuming a fictional silo in IN would not be within 300m of the library, it's probably untouched.

Continuing on: The bombs that hit Hiroshima and Nagasaki were 15ktons and 20ktons respectively.

((not so) Fun Fact: Modern bombs average at 100-800ktons. Our man Henry? Dropped the energy equivalent of a modern nuclear bomb lmao)

Chernobyl was said to have released 30-40 times that much, which would be at least 450ktons and at most 800ktons.

That? That's right in our range.

The point I was going for, though, was this: These ICBM silos/tunnels are made of concrete, which was what they used to seal up Chernobyl and what they used to seal off the Hawkins Lab gate. Concrete is a radiation shield (x).

If they invent an off-the-grid decommissioned ICBM site, that's a good place to go in the wake of a Chernobyl-equivalent event.

Fucking radiationgate, man.

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it takes me a while to process stuff so further analysis will be delayed, but the nuke went off at ground level. there's a reason that nukes are detonated in air, and it's the same reason trinity, hiroshima, nagasaki, and severny island are habitable, while bikini atoll is still a nuclear wasteland. and it's the fallout.

dust, dirt, debris, all contaminated. some of the detonations kicked up so much that the continental usa and japan detected fallout. the ground is so radioactive that it leaches into food grown there. pulverized coral spread and contaminated for miles. sea life is so contaminated that there is a decent theory that the surviving sea life are there because the worst-affected ones died out. residents of the marshall islands live with the effects of radiation poisoning today.

i don't know how big maxo's bomb was. but i know that it is going to destroy ecosystems on that island. anyone left there is gonna have to pop rad-x pills like candy.

#qsmp #qsmp purgatory #qsmp thoughts

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battleangel · 6 months

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Humanity Is Stupid & Contagious

I wish humanity could just admit that we dont work as a species on this planet.

We dont work as a species period.

We dont.

As a species, we are social creatures.

Therefore, as macro as it gets, we are engineered in the Upside Down (our current "reality" aka "life") to social climb, to be competitive, to be political, to try to get ahead, to use force might and violence to win, to want to accumulate wealth social capital land resources assets, to want to be the best, to acquire power.

I want to be the only 7 star general other than Lord Washington.

I want to be Trump, The Art of the Deal.

I want to be Napoleon, Bezos, Cook & Elon.

I want to be Ford.

I want to be Bill Gates.

I want to be President.

I want to be Commander In Chief.

Everything bigger faster stronger.

The smartest.

VP.

CEO.

Clout privilege wealth social capital.

Starfucker.

Sucking dick for clout.

This is all embedded in the very fabric of the Upside Down but in the dreamscape we are naturally one and harmonious.

Everything is flipped upside down here in the Upside Down.

Our differences in the dreamscape -- and the dreamscape is made up of untold trillions of separate dreamscapes that make up a kaleidoscopic explosion of thoughts dream imagination love knowledge philosophy esotericism energy meditation -- are what created and creates unfolding ever evolving ever mutating (the real X-Men) DNA hybrid dualism but down here in the Upside Down, the differences are used to falsely create division, tear us apart, make us afraid, make us prejudge, make us hate, make us ostracize, haze, bully, assault, kill, rape, murder, beat, torture, ethnically cleanse, arrest, jail, mass graves, death camps, death squads, rape rooms, mass incarcerations, hangings, lynchings, beheadings, burnings at the stake, capital punishments, executions, make an example of, mass hysteria, scapegoats, fall guys, columbine shooters, false gods, false heros, false kings, false crowns, false idols, world religions aka cults, brainwashing, conditioning centers, reprogramming, human experimentation, cloning, DNA splicing, genetic mutations, lab experimentations, synthetic chemicals and toxins, lethal injections, the electric chair, drawn and quartered, dragged by horses, decapitations, slavery.

Its like, it just doesnt work.

Human nature is rewarded in the Upside Down for being cheap, dirty, low, cutting corners, being the fastest, quickest, least expensive, best technology, most scientifically advanced, most destructive weapons, most deadly chemical warfare, more black label projects, more government secrets, more undercover agents, more guns, Gatling, AK-47, multiple rounds, multiple clips, multiple magazines, rat a tat tat, more badges, more stripes, more chevrons, more ranks, more insignias, more titles, more letters before and after your name on LinkedIn, more zeros in your bank account, more friends on Facebook, more followers on Instagram, more views on TikTok, more retweets on Twitter, more subs on Youtube & Twitch.

More Napoleon Bonapartes, more let them eat cake, more off with their heads, more they dont want to work, more welfare queens, more get a job, more Funquishas and Watermelondras.

More campaigns, more slogans, more supermans.

We never learn from our collective atrocities.

Why would any time ever be different much less the next time?

What war did WWI stop?

WWII?

Korean War?

Vietnam War?

US Mexico War?

Hundred Years War?

Cold War?

Gulf War?

Operation Iraqi Freedom?

Holocaust?

Cultural Revolution?

Khmer Rouge?

Stalin?

Lenin?

Franco?

Mussollini?

Mao?

Hitler?

Hirohito?

Rape of Nanking?

Trail of Tears?

Idi Amin?

Rwanda?

Serbia?

Congo?

Sudan?

Tigray?

Palestine?

Gaza Strip?

Slavery?

18k killed in Chile in 1 day?

9/11 inside job?

Napalm?

Nerve gas

Phosphorous?

Hiroshima & Nagasaki?

Atomic bomb?

D-Day?

10k dead Americans in Normandy?

666k dead in Civil War?

Weve never collectively as a species learned from any past war, atrocity, crime against humanity, war crime, genocide or ethnic cleansing.

Its been hundreds of thousands of years.

Why would anything ever change if it hasnt already?

The track record is abysmal and speaks for itself.

Why, as a species, do we blindly and ignorantly choose to continue to procreate, replicate and propagate our human race when the end result has always been untold human suffering?

There is no amount of joy that can cancel out the amount of suffering that has been needlessly caused and experienced in the Upside Down.

Its time to end the human experiment and we have not had a good run.

Millions upon millions killed, raped, starved, gassed, beaten, tortured, hazed, humiliated, mocked, imprisoned, jailed, assaulted, exterminated, exploited, traumatized, gaslit, intimidated, ethnically cleansed, used.

Abused, overworked, harrassed, trafficked, groomed, conditioned, brainwashed, broken, violated, fetishized, objectified, commodified, consumed, dehumanized, retconned, manipulated, overmedicalized, pathologized, drugged, indoctrinated, molested, institutionalized.

There is no amount of good, joy, happiness or anything else that can even come close to equaling out these endless and ongoing atrocities, forget cancelling them out.

Humanity is a virus that has been allowed to endlessly replicate itself and it has to stop.

We are causing catastrophic human suffering to our own species because we wont stop reproducing ourselves for no fucking reason at all.

Once you add in the ecocide, ecological and environmental destruction, hundreds of thousands of animal species that have been made extinct, climate change, climate crisis, climate emergency, deforestation, the destruction of rainforests, landfills, nuclear waste, oceanic pollution, overfishing, factory farming, industrial waste, toxins, pollutants, synthetic and lab made chemicals, GMOs, pesticides, overextraction of earths resources, raping & pillaging mother earth, sewage, food waste, fast fashion, big box retail, air pollution, air toxicity, non biodegradable waste taking tens of thousands of years to break down in landfills, oil spills, drilling for oil, coal, endless construction, endless Amazon warehouses, endless delivery drones, methane emissions from factory farming, greenhouse gas emissions, millions of cars clogging the highways...

The answer is we need to subtract the human race from the equation.

If all 7.8 billion of us currently alive on the planet made the conscious decision not to procreate, we could end all this suffering in this generation.

Weigh the reasons to procreate: continue bloodline and current family lineage, have a little mini-me, fullfill narcisstic fantasies of having a living breathing extension of your own ego, looking for something to give you your identity and a reason to live, looking for purpose, the social rewards that come with being a parent, the social pressures to procreate, making your mom & dad happy, keeping up with your friends that are popping out babies, an unexamined need and desire to fit in, unquestioningly accepting society's pronatalist stance and adopting it as your own without examining it, desire to create heirs, egotistical fantasy of living forever and trying to accomplish this by having children, wanting miniaturized versions of yourself who will endlessly kiss your ass stroke your ego and hero worship you, to build your own myth aura and mystique, narcisstic desire to be a matriarch/patriarch, societal insistence that feminity equates to motherhood, believing the lie that motherhood is a womans highest calling, believing the lie that not having children is selfish, succumbing without thinking to the non-stop societal programming, conditioning and brainwashing to procreate and create bodies for the capitalist machine, spouse is pressuring or demanding or coercing you to have kids, wanting to play dress up with your doll aka daughter, wanting to be an adult and parenthood is tied with adulthood in our society, unexamined fear of old age and dying alone and becoming old sick and infirm without children, believing the lie that you are incomplete and somehow defective as a woman until you shit a fetus out of your cervix, wanting to prove your worth and adopting parenthood as part of an ultracompetitive persona that can do and be and crush everything crossfit marathons pilates keto school grades corporate promotions salaries the house the car the spouse and now kids further bolsters your superman/superwoman persona, falling for the societally peddled lie that holidays are incomplete without little kids running around, incorrectly and inadequately trying to address childhood and generational trauma experienced in family while growing up by having your own kids vs doing the necessary self reflection, introspection, shadow & somatic work, reiki & therapy, wanting a daughter who is your BFF, wanting a child for nothing but fantasy & wish fulfillment, obsessive martydom complex leads to desire to martyr oneself by sublimating your identity, body, sexuality, career, income, social life and freedom for the all-consuming and obliterative identity of motherhood, desire for people to take you seriously, to compete with or keep up with siblings or best friends who already have kids, believing the carefully crafted and packaged lies that overly romanticize parenthood and wanting the Hallmark fantasy, slavishly following cultish and pathetic religious dictates and never questioning the religious indoctrination and brainwashing of your youth which commanded you to be fruitful and multiply, a desire to be respected through becoming a parent, a fear of appearing like an outsider if you are in a long term relationship or marriage for decades and never have kids, an irrational fear of missing out where you believe the propaganda that nothing is worse than reaching old age realizing you actually wanted kids and not being able to have them when in reality absolutely nothing is worse than having kids realizing you absolutely despise being a parent, regretting having them, being stuck with them for 18+ years and never being able to publicly voice your opinions although while quite commonplace are societally taboo especially from mothers who must always be docile, happy, pleasant, energetic, cheerful, full of vigor and most importantly never tired or complaining at all times.

Okay. Now, go reread this post and look at all the reasons not to procreate.

Like, its not close.

Humanity is stupid and contagious but you dont have to be.

End the endless cycle of human suffering.

Choose to not procreate.

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