I was thinking about that particular Twitter saga, and particularly how a contrarian meta-dunk position emerged, to the effect that "the people dunking on Lavern Spicer are being stupid, because she knows exactly what she's doing and they're playing into her hands; she's trolling to get engagement, and is just signalling that she hates trans people". I think it's a blind-men-and-the-elephant scenario, though, where both the basic object-level "lol look at this dumb tweet that's deeply embroiled in culture war and doesn't know what pronouns are" take and the "the semantic error here is beyond the point, as she is communicating what she intends to, which is a tribal signal" take see part of the bigger picture, but aren't getting the larger picture quite right. I'm pretty sure that, outside of 4chan-style trolling ops, people don't actually make culture war pronouncements this stupid on purpose; Lavern Spicer does not understand why what she's saying is wrong, and if she could understand, she would be mortified. The problem is that she is dumb enough, the culture war is hot enough, and her error is sufficiently clearly tribally aligned that it is unlikely she will ever figure out what she said wrong, and if she ever does, it certainly won't be because one of her political enemies told her. She is anti-intellectual, in the genuinely bad sense of anti-intellectual. It's not that she secretly knows what a pronoun is and is deliberately beclowning herself to exploit the Twitter algorithm for later political gain. It's that she (and her subculture) can't be told what a pronoun is (and are thereby alienating anyone who does), because she actively values being dumb. Assorted happenings managed to convert the word "pronoun" into an applause light for the left and a boo light for the right, and many people struggle to understand anything above that tribal level.
Plus, it's only the enemy team that is correcting her anyway. Why the hell would she listen to the Enemy team criticise her? They're the enemy team! Them hating what she says, to her, is only further proof that what she's saying is right. There is no truth in Culture War Bullshit, there is only pwning the libs.
I think if she found out the truth about grammar, I don't think she'd be mortified, because regardless of how true it is, she pwned the libs with it. She doesn't secretly know that she's wrong and thus lying - she simply doesn't care. It made the people she didn't like angry (or, well, it made them make fun of her, but she can twist the latter into the former). It was directed against the enemy team in favour of the ally team, and everything else falls by the wayside in her mind.
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Just thought about a character who's left for dead after a battle and knows their friends are coming to find them, but are so exhausted and in pain and weak that they just can't get up. They lie right where they are unable to move, hurting all over and dizzy, just waiting and waiting for a sign that they're about to be rescued. And beginning to feel uncertain that they ever will be...
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Snapshots of Yesterday (magical girl au) - Magical Girls Pt 2 Enemy Team
Dazai ♀
Colour: Brown
Flower: Asphodel
Motif: Bandage
Weapon: Scythe
Gin
Colour: Black
Flower: Thistle
Motif: Spike
Weapon: Knives
Sasaki
Colour: White
Flower: Anemone
Motif: String
Weapon: Crossbow
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This wip of mine will eventually see the light of day unless the plot kills my brain.
Another sneak peek cause I like the indirect pressure, not because I love their dynamic a bit too much 👀. Not at all.
warning for language, I guess (+unedited).
“Wait a moment,” you suddenly said, grabbing his biceps that flexed involuntarily at your touch, and forcing him to a halt.
With an amused look, Katsuki watched you take in your surroundings. Each passing second meant the realization sank deeper. When your eyes grew to comical levels, and you whirled on him, grabbing his other arm and shaking him once, Katsuki allowed himself to grin like he hit the damn jackpot.
“You—What—How the fuck?!” This time, it was your voice that echoed loud enough for the whole city to hear.
“Drop the volume, yeah?” He shushed you in a mocking tone and flicked your nose. “Don’t give me that dumb look. Of course, I know where you live. Work on that awareness, though. Fucking pathetic you didn’t realize I’m walking your sorry ass home.”
Your response was to gape even more intensely at him as you squeezed at his arms, betraying your inner conflict. Katsuki held your gaze, pleased to be the reason for it, the satisfaction sweet on his tongue. Yet it held no chance against the intoxicating way your hands felt on him. Through the thickness of his sweater, your warmth seeped to mix with his and mess with his head. He tightened the leash on himself, but his control still slipped through his fingers.
He reached out, grasping onto his jacket on you at the waist. “Keep it. I ain’t got a need for it.”
“I don’t want it.” You shook your head stubbornly and fumbled with the zipper. Katsuki took hold of your hand. “Bakugou, I’m not keeping your clothes. It’s wildly inappropriate.”
“Huh, kinda late for that now,” he replied. “Burn it, throw it away, I couldn’t care less. Just don’t give it back. I ain't interested in it anymore.”
“Are you ever not stubborn?”
Katsuki shrugged and grabbed your arm, dragging you after him as the pedestrian light turned green, a shit-eating grin on his face. He had an inkling you wouldn’t do a thing to his jacket, except for storing it somewhere in your closet. As long as you remained oblivious to it being a custom design and never found his initials sewn into the bottom hem, he was safe from being pestered by you trying to return it to him.
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cw: stranger whumpee and caretaker, restraints
a stranger caretaker who rescues an unconscious whumpee and wants to help them purely because of the goodness of their heart, but at the same time they feel intimidated by the whumpee and don't trust them, so they restrain them for when they wake up, just in case
and whumpee does indeed wake up, hurt, exhausted and terrified and the restraints certainly don't help them feel any safer, so now the caretaker has to convince them they have no ill intentions despite what they did
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