"US proxy war in Ukraine" Beating u with lead pipes
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i literally need there to stop being situations circumstances events developments complications and happenstances. for the fucking love of god
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The only time I was ever scared to request a book from the library was because it was a book that had an Erotica version and a non erotica version and I had to specify that yes I was here specifically For Porn and the lady did not even blink she was just like alright I will see if it's in the budget :D so I am now unstoppable
(it was not, in fact, in the budget, but they helped me get it from an inter library loan so it all worked out.)
I think the people saying they can't request queer books are caught up in the same kind of "I can't do this, I will be judged" mentality that I was with the aforementioned erotica, but instead of being fucking normal about it they have to idk. Make up this huge insurmountable wall that doesn't actually exist but if they pretend it does then it isn't THEIR fault that they can't do this thing. and I think also they need to go outside
first of all this is a very sweet story second yes exactly this
they don't want to actually bother to put in any effort into making changes in the place they live because they've resigned themselves to it being bad so they say there's nothing they can do and they don't try! I see this literally all the time both with union organizing and in my city in general
does this place suck?? YEAH!! should we lie down and let these motherfuckers run things?? NOOOOOO!!!!!!!
sometimes doing The Right Thing involves doing something that makes you a little bit anxious. that doesn't mean it's not worth doing! at a certain point you're going to have to grow up and make an effort lmao
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what if leon's night vision was better than chris' (on account of the blue eyes thing) and his lil lion ass likes to sneak up on big man and pounce
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ok all of first screaming and crying over the new update etc etc. all of SECOND quick lore question(s) about blood pacts! (forgive me if there is a codex entry i overlooked just point me that way and i will head on over lol) how are they perceived culturally? i can’t quite tell from the flavor text when clem makes a deal with you if it’s intended to come off as “fairly standard/commonplace practice, if a little unusual in the specific context” vs “immediately very strange/extreme”? basically, How Weird is it supposed to be that clem offers that to you? is there any circumstance where it’s normal/expected to see them used? are all blood pacts magically binding? are there differences in cultural perception in the north vs south? upper class vs lower class? thanks!
the handshake is pretty universal; i actually had a conversation planned with Clem while you walked to the isolation district, but i had to cut it for pacing (and i plan to have a similar conversation later instead now) so there isn't really any indication in game yet, aside from the hunter's reaction when Clem offers it.
in the codex entry for magic, blood magic is briefly touched on and how in certain instances it's "allowed," like healing magic. the handshake is similar, it's just treated like signing a contract, and like you see here in this conversation most people don't even consider it to be blood magic, it's become so disassociated with it. it's also not really called a bloodpact in game - that's just the easiest thing for me to call it but that name makes it sound more serious than it is.
it works more like a pinky promise than a "pact"; you can't intentionally break your side of the deal, and neither can Clementine. if you do, you can be injured/will lose something equivalent to the value of the thing you promised. this kind of magic is very loosey goosey; it very much is connected to the person's intentions and whether or not they are genuine. if something did happen to Clementine despite the hunter's best efforts, they wouldn't necessarily be punished to the fullest extent possible if they were truly trying everything in their power to protect them.
when Clem asks the hunter to shake on it in that way, they're basically ensuring that the hunter will not lie or turn on them, because now if they do there is the potential for the hunter to be punished as well. and vice versa, the hunter can assure that Clementine won't try to give them the slip without paying them again, so it's beneficial on both sides. it's not exactly uncommon, but it can be considered a little extreme or offputting in certain situations. it does actually make sense with Clem and the hunter - considering Clem just admitted to having never planned to pay them for their original deal, and the fact that they don't really know each other well, a handshake like that is an easy way to protect yourself when making deals with strangers.
and this is definitely a "working class" kind of gesture. rich people are too evil to ever be able to successfully fulfill a bloodpact. lmfao. it's definitely seen as "gross," demeaning, and insulting in higher class circles; and i would say far more malicious, too (as in if someone like Duncan wanted to make a bloodpact with you, it would almost definitely be a way for him to trap you in some kind of Situation) whereas a shake between two people just trying to get by together feels far more sincere and is seen more as just covering all your bases than trying to take advantage of someone.
however, all of that to say: when it comes to the trade with Duncan, the hunter doesn't understand what's happening, nor do they immediately get angry or suspicious of Clem afterwards, because what happened in the courtyard... let's just say a handshake shouldn't be able to compel the hunter in that way.
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Me: Oh man. How do people do this? I wish I could take dance lessons, but that’s not really a solo activity…
Him: is this a call out post.
Me: this is a verbal statement?? That I made to myself?? Out loud??
Him: are you calling me out? I don’t really like dance, it’s like cooking for me. Y’know, one of those arts that’s nifty when other people do it. Pretty but also why. I could be doing other things. We can YouTube lessons probably though. I’d do it if you wanted. What got you on that?
Me: *holds up tablet* fic references. I tried to write a dance and couldn’t get the bodies to do what I needed. They’re all backwards somehow.
Him: Backward? *squints* Can I teach you more fighting? I love your fight scenes, you should write more of those too.
Me: ….sure?
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Gojo having to see geto seal him in the prison realm knowing it's not him but his body being controlled by a curse which he hated most must have been devastating but to then see his body try to kill himself to save gojo must have been so heartbreaking to know part of him is still trapped in there.
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i just finished the white lotus s1 and can we PLEASE get all of the s2 out of the tag idc about all these young buff men i wanna reblog murray bartlett serving cunt!!!!!!
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Korzenie is a novel about The Discourse and I think that's beautiful (whole entire chapter relitigating the 1927 national debate about where Słowacki's remains should be interred when they were repatriated to independent Poland, at the Wawel or in Warsaw, though for a novel scaffolded around Freudian psychoanalysis it somehow leaves out my all-time favorite answer to the 'where should Słowacki's remains be buried' survey, Kazimiera Iłłakowiczówna's fantastically succinct "he should be buried together with his mother because they loved each other very much")
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Blood, Pride and God (for Broly 💚)
“DAMN.” Questions for Muses.
BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst?
PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?
GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it.
Alcohol’s touch was plain to see blushing over tanned features, glazed eyes staring off to whatever may hold their interest by texture or color while the questions were casually spoken as a way to pass the ‘nonexistence’ of time. Inhibition of his usual guard led down the path of being far more relaxed, loose and without care save for when he’d satiated that need for a deeper indulgence upon the bottle he nursed over. Another few gulps off the smooth lip of the rim against his own and the container was void of all its contents.. easily discarded with a toss and a heavy clank that threatened to shatter before it rolled away to rest wherever it may.
Heavy frame leaned against the plush comforts of a cushion, moving to lay on his back and sling an arm over his eyes. Numbness fell over his head.. mind swimming in that scatter of warmth and free of worry. It wasn’t restrictive.. it wasn’t cold.. it felt... Embracing..
simple and unconvoluted..
However.. reaching for those memories became an obstacle in itself as the vexed whips of a tail would signify as it coiled and flopped over clumsily on itself. Forgotten seconds dribbled endless.. bled into minutes.. words fumbling over to make sense and connect the dots of those fog-bound memories of pain and personal little scraps of information being softly pried past the armor of heavily guarded mistrust and malice.
“ .. The worst.. ” What could be defined as ‘the worst’? His imprisonment within his own body and mind..? The various fights he got into as means for survival and then for conquest..? Plenty of injury had been suffered during his adolescent years.. those transformative experiences of learning to relish the taste of an enemy’s blood upon his tongue. Feeling the fangs of predators larger than himself manage to snag their jaws around an arm or leg, attempting to rip it off had he not been quick to pry open their maws.
“ ..Hmph... broke six ribs.. fracture three others. Hurt to breathe while healing but I became stronger for it. ”
A biggest flaw now.. of course that’d be some stupid question to ask. The Sorry Bastard called Kakarot should count their blessings Broly was too far in that sea of intoxicating warmth to really consider getting up and throttling him. Probably couldn’t even make it five steps before he’d need to steady himself but that was something else to carelessly toss onto the half-baked reasons for why he remained as he were on that comfortable cushion.
“ Wouldn’t... Wouldn’t you like to know..? ... Fucking stupid son of a bitch.. ”
Next question... asking about whether he believed in a god..
Doesn’t the moron ever know when to shut up..? What was bringing this sudden round of questions poking him for whatever information that can be milked from him. What was the goal of this...
All he came for was to indulge himself in getting inebriated off his ass after a particularly long and stressful set of weeks of having to find new hunting grounds after the last ones he visited were abandoned. That, coupled with the change of seasons signifying he needed to stock up on resources for the approach of scarcity in winter..
“ .. Once I heard how the old.. ” He hadn’t moved from his lounging posture, never letting the world see into those glassy eyes, “ ... Old way of living.. the ancient Saiyans... they worshipped the moon for the power it gave them. A deity.. ”
“ Hmph.. for all the good it did those idiots.. knowing now that no gods exist than the ones born by blood and flesh. ” What deity would even come down from their pearlescent thrones..? Gods of war.. destruction.. power and strength. What did it matter. Thinking back to sparse moments of where curious eyes would quietly observe intelligent life worship their gods and goddesses.. it only begged question to ask his father about it. Were there anything like that with the Saiyans no longer present..? Did they have something like that..
The answer came with a snippet of what the Ancients had believed before the simple factuality of the moon being nothing more than a lifeless satellite orbiting around another, larger planet. Science and technological advancements dispelled those beliefs and now, they had no gods to speak of other than ones inscribed to and lost to history. The only ones to care about such frivolous things were few and far in between as their society demanded warriors more than history keepers and other such indulgences.
“ I.. am a God in my own right. ”
“ ..And I’ll gleefully slaughter anyone who says they are a god.. ”
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love gay rights yadeeyada blah blah, but i draw the line at commodifying my identity. it's just so insulting imo like why would i buy a t-shirt that is the equivalent of writing "F*GGOT" on my forehead.
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For the character opinion bingo:
Oros, Vance and Stamets :D
Oros!!
Admiral Daddy Vance
Stamets 💖🍄
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people not tagging well is my nightmare so i get you i hate being triggered out of the blue
It’s literally not even remotely hard to tag for things that could be triggering or to change your tags when someone asks you to but some people don’t come equipped with empathy ig 💁♀️
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finished my first save omg
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it will never not impress me how stupid fandom takes can be
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WHAT DOES YOUR SOUL SMELL LIKE?
Candle Smoke.
key words: self-assured, courageous, intuitive. you are an expert at overcoming your demons and should be proud of how brave you have consistently shown yourself to be. others are amazed by your perseverance, strong personality, and unapologetic uniqueness.
compatible with: coffee, freshly baked bread.
TAGGED BY: @brawlqueen
TAGGING: sweats copiously... i feel like everybody has done this already, so maybe just steal it from me??
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