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floweunoia · 19 days
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Silent
suddenly
(but truth be told, not really)
became
disgusting
thing
we unfortunately learned
why didn't anyone tell me
that scream
is so attractive
awakens the blood in the veins
and stimulates all body cells
leads to rebellions and relief victories
and even then
I want to tear my lungs in half
knowing it's the right thing to do
the only one.
Happier, 2024
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dinomites · 1 month
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No uncle. I will not be joining the Reverbation. I'm starting an emo band.
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the-meme-monarch · 2 years
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I like to imagine that after the whole music revolution, Queen and SCC gain more of a weird family/mother child dynamic, with Queen being COMPLETELY oblivious of how they used to hate her. Except Sweet, I imagine he'd still hate her and do petty things
im really excited for ch 3-5 for like Any Scrap of scc and Queen’s potential reconciliation!! i really don’t think the music ban was even real considering no one in the mansion talks abt it, or there being a rebellion? Queen doesn’t even talk abt it, and i feel like she could’ve mentioned it in the scene where she plays her own mixtape. and neither does Swatch and they Also have a bit of dialogue where they talk abt music, though much more in passing. but like only scc and the plugboy talk abt it? and I don’t think the plugboy even mentions that the rebellion is abt music. does the plugboy even know it was about music. do you think the plugboy wanted an actual rebellion. ithink that’d be funny
anyway i bet Queen made some offhand joke abt banning music that Sweet took seriously and then passed that on to Cap’n and K_K and they all convinced themselves it was for real.
AND IT THINK IT’S INTERESTING that when you bring up Queen to them in their shop K_K just has Nothing to say. Sweet clearly used to be on good terms w her, saying she didn’t used to be all bad, and that she used to give them candy, and they seem to talk fondly of this. Cap’n knew her, but didn’t like her, saying “she was always bad, she just got worse somehow” (and that she never gave him any candy), but K_K just doesn’t say anything. the most he does is imply he’s scared to get in trouble w her (understandably, having been asked to break into the mansion to steal the neo suit)
I imagine they try to confront her now in castle town and she’s just like “? I Didn’t Do That. Why Would I Ban Music LOL” and i do like the idea of her and Sweet’s relationship either being very strained for a bit w Queen not even knowing what was wrong, or Sweet Immediately being like “ok we’re friends again”
and i mean potentially misinterpreting Queen’s joke music ban comment as being a fact wouldn’t be the first time they got something entirely wrong that sent them on the wrong path, such as ‘thinking Kris and Susie helped Queen kidnap Noelle’
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velcryons · 5 months
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thinking about velaryons and pride.
blood of old valyria, survivors of the doom. here before the targaryens. more specifically this quote from a clash of kings about Monford: "Davos would have given much to know what he was thinking, but one such as Velaryon would never confide in him. The Lord of the Tides was of the blood of ancient Valyria, and his House had thrice provided brides for Targaryen princes; Davos Seaworth stank of fish and onions."
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redstringraven · 2 years
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as someone who grew up in an extremely sheltered household in the 90s and early 2000s when pokemon was new and ~scary~ because the church didn’t like that pokemon “””evolved”””, it is so funny to play pokemon/// go in 2022 and have a pokestop be at a baptist church.
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thatisayouproblem · 10 months
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clemencetaught · 11 months
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@uroborosymphony sent in: #15 for Patrick, the victor || when the unspoken is named ( things you said prompt. )
15. things you said with rage between your teeth
"You can hear it too, can’t you?” It’s a rhetorical question, seeing that they’re the only ones in the room, this minimalist styled sitting room decorated with accents of black and gold. A room that the president has oh so generously decorated with them in mind. If not for the accents, Patrick imagines this would be a room that fit in the president’s own mansion.
A room that, if Patrick had any say in it, would burn down never see the inside of again.
He doesn’t remove his coat or deposit it on the rack as he usually does. But he does take a seat next to her on the couch. Deva is only a few inches away from him and perhaps in another life, the distance would make him wilt for fear of pressing on unspoken boundaries. However, he pays little regard if only because they have known each other for years on end and when they have watched the same spectacle, when they have served the pigs that revel in their suffering, when they have endured it all for years on end, an issue of decorum becomes miniscule.
“They’re not happy. The Districts.”
They never have been, the murmurs of disgruntlement having always been there for as long as he could remember. How those murmurs have always grown a tad louder when the reaping came around, followed by the mandatory viewings.
( Or maybe they’ve always been loud to begin with, only muted like a television with its sound turned to zero. Only muted by the propaganda and the soundproof walls the Capitol throws over them. Or even bitten back, tongue bitten. )
This year however.  With the announcement of the condition of the Third Quarter Quell, they’re no longer murmurs of dissatisfaction. No, it’s grown into something louder, stronger.
Something like screaming.
Not even the walls can keep them out.
“As a reminder to the districts that their rebellion has robbed their children of  a future, for this Quarter Quell, the male and female tributes shall be reaped from the existing pool of twelve years old.”
“I take it that One and Two aren’t happy about this either?” He can’t imagine they are; for even if they pride themselves on participation in the Capitol’s gleeful slaughterhouse, they would not dream of sending out A CHILD sorely untrained to represent them.
District Three for sure, isn’t. He’s seen it for himself too- the uprisings in factories all throughout District Three accompanied by the public whippings, the censorship of radio stations, and the taser sessions for those refuse to show up for work. And if he hasn’t seen it himself, then Hyuk would make sure he knew, most likely being one of the many of instigate much of the dissent.
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“I’ve been thinking.” The words come out clipped. “All these years, we’ve been slaves to his whims if only to keep the ones we love safe. He tells us if we do as he says, he won’t hurt them, he’ll let them live another day…but that’s a lie, isn’t it?” He leans forward, mouth covered by clasped hands. “He was never planning on keeping them safe. He’ll dangle their lives to wring us of all our use and once we have nothing left to give, he’ll throw them away along with us just like he has with everyone else. We’re not any better than the other victors; we’re just pawns to his board. And now because of our complacency, the children will pay the price to give our president his checkmate.” His hands tighten. “…I’m sick of it. I’m tired of being someone else’s chess piece.”
Eyes turn to her. They’re burning. “…What are your thoughts on playing A NEW GAME in the Capitol this year?”
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xfortunearcana · 1 year
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De aquí
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Bueno, tiene algo de razón, pensó para sí mismo, asintiendo con la cabeza a medida que la escuchaba. Era sólo que de vez en cuando pensaba que no estaba seguro de poder aguantar demasiadas cosas impredecibles. Especialmente... ahora. Ahora que los dos tenían asuntos ¿sobrenaturales? de qué preocuparse. Pero decidió no decirlo en voz alta. —Hablando de eso, ¿necesitas ayuda para estudiar? —preguntó—. No me molesta echarte la mano.
@fakeredshoes
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daz4i · 2 years
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why do we always give akiren shitty parents in fics but never any siblings
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lifewithaview · 2 years
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Metropolis (1927)
Sometime in the future, the city of Metropolis is home to a Utopian society where its wealthy residents live a carefree life. One of those is Freder Fredersen. One day, he spots a beautiful woman with a group of children, she and the children quickly disappear. Trying to follow her, he is horrified to find an underground world of workers who apparently run the machinery that keeps the Utopian world above ground functioning. One of the few people above ground who knows about the world below is Freder's father, Joh Fredersen, who is the founder and master of Metropolis. Freder learns that the woman is called Maria, who espouses the need to join the "hands" - the workers - to the "head" - those in power above - by a mediator who will act as the "heart". Freder wants to help the plight of the workers in their struggle for a better life. But when John learns of what Maria is advocating and that Freder has joined their cause, with the assistance of an old colleague. an inventor called Rotwang, who turns out to be But their nemesis goes to works towards quashing a proposed uprising, with Maria at the centre of their plan. John, unaware that Rotwang has his own agenda., makes plans that include shutting down the machines, with the prospect of unleashing total anarchy both above and below ground.
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romy350-romyakari · 2 years
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I genuinely believe that my fascination with fantasy, angels and demons comes from the strictly religious upbringing I experience so
The silent secret rebellion I keep going and know they never have to know or will catch on.
A little window to just make thing more fun and honestly I find it fun it prevails as a deep rooted interest somehow.
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Getting my licenses renewed.
Hopefully getting a new ID photo..
Wearing Red lips.
Fuck the church fuck the state
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dinomites · 2 months
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The entire work of the rebels that Pioneer started up is the help those that are in need.
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For those unfortunate to live in the Backstreets, the ones without homes, and the villages of the Outskirts.
If food is hard to come by she'll teach the ways of agriculture. To start the seeds of what would be considered a tight community and be able to lend a hand to each other. She sees the City to be mostly full of selfish people who care about their own gain. It's time to actually take action but a small one... starting slow. Compared to her rash behavior ( from the start of being a teen ). She actually takes the time to write down what needs to be done and go over to think about it.
"If the Head believes that this is how the City is working as intended. We'll prove them wrong."
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howls-wcdesigns · 1 month
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betzybrizesblog · 6 months
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She's a Silent Rebellion, an Art & an inspiration to all
In the captivating journey of 'She,' you'll find a testament to the boundless power of the human spirit. She's not just a story; she's an inspiration. Welcome to a tale of inner strength and the artistry of resilience.
“She,” oh, what an exquisite woman she is. I am perpetually awed by the enchantment of “she.” There is nothing quite as mysterious and magical as “she.” Her every movement carries an air of grace, like a silken dance that weaves fascination in the very fabric of the air. Yet, in the midst of her laughter, I can’t help but feel that she conceals her pain like a priceless gem, a resilient heart…
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regressionschool · 2 months
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Piddle Pout
One thing that never fails to catch your attention is the mischievous smile they often wear when they first wet their pull-ups. It's a playful expression, full of innocence and excitement, and it's known as the "Piddle Pout."
You see it happen all the time - a girl will be going about her day, playing or chatting with friends, when suddenly she feels the urge to go. There's a moment of hesitation, a brief pause as she realizes what's happening, and then it's like a switch flips in her mind. You watch as they squirm and fidget, their faces lighting up with anticipation. And then, it happens - a small trickle of pee escapes into their pull-ups, and that's when you see it: the Piddle Pout.
It's almost like a secret game they're playing, a little act of rebellion against the rules of adulthood. They know they're not supposed to wet themselves, but there's something thrilling about breaking those rules, about giving in to the urge and letting nature take its course.
It's a look of pure delight, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure they feel in that moment. They may not say anything out loud, but their eyes say it all - they're enjoying every second of it.
You can't help but smile yourself as you witness the Piddle Pout. There's something infectious about their joy, something that makes you appreciate the simplicity and innocence of regression.
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Diaper Pride
 As you go about your duties at the regression school, you often witness the transition of women from pull-ups back to thick, crinkly diapers. There are several reasons why this transition occurs.
One common reason is as a reward for being good little girls. When a woman demonstrates exceptional behavior or meets certain milestones in her regression journey, it's customary to reward her with the privilege of wearing diapers again during the day. This serves as positive reinforcement for embracing her regression and behaving in a childlike manner.
Another reason for the transition is when a woman experiences leaks or messes through her pull-ups. Pull-ups are designed for light to moderate wetting, but sometimes accidents happen, especially as the women regress further and lose some control over their bladders and bowels. In such cases, transitioning back to diapers provides better containment and prevents embarrassing leaks.
When a woman is first put back into diapers during the day, you often observe a sense of pride and excitement on her face. It's as if she's been granted permission to fully embrace her regression and indulge in the comforts of childhood once again. She may giggle and squirm with delight as she feels the familiar sensation of thick padding between her legs and the comforting crinkle of the diaper around her waist.
The other girls in diapers are quick to welcome the new addition to their ranks. They greet her with smiles and hugs, eager to share in the camaraderie of regression. There's a sense of solidarity among them, knowing that they all understand the joys and challenges of wearing diapers during the day. They exchange stories and tips, bonding over their shared experiences and supporting each other through their regression journey.
Meanwhile, the girls still in pull-ups can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as they watch the new girl donning her thick, crinkly diapers. They long to experience the same sense of security and comfort, to be free from the worry of leaks and accidents. Some may even feel a sense of inadequacy, wondering why they haven't progressed to diapers yet and questioning their own regression journey.
But despite their envy, the girls in pull-ups also feel a sense of anticipation, knowing that their turn to wear diapers during the day may come soon. They eagerly await the day when they, too, can join the ranks of the diapered girls and fully embrace their regression without reservation.
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