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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 2 years

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This election day, I'm thinking of my Nana.

I'm thinking of how as a young woman, she fled political violence in her native Colombia to build a new home in a more stable country. I'm thinking about how she lived a long life, but not long enough to see her home country elect its first ever progressive president (just a few months ago!).

Coincidentally, I was living in Colombia at that time (in the very city she grew up in), and I was able to witness what felt like a miracle. A very conservative country, suffering from the violent inheritance of colonization and catholic invasion and the war on drugs, against a backdrop of the dangerous global rise of the far right--this unlikely country managed to elect one of the most progressive heads of state in the world, in 2022. That's a pretty big deal.

And I'm thinking about this, this election day, because that election was won by a very thin margin. I'm thinking about how it almost didn't happen. I'm thinking about how it was only possible thanks to the highest voter turnout in 20 year. And I am thinking about the countless number of voters who chose to vote for the first time. I am thinking of the poorest and most disenfranchised citizens who showed up at the polls. I am thinking of the indigenous women who rode 12 hours on public buses to vote at the 'nearest' polling stations. I am thinking of all the money and corruption that went into preventing minority citizens from voting, and I'm thinking about how they showed up in the millions and voted anyway.

I am thinking that I would like to see a miracle like that in my own home country.

So if you're on the fence about waiting in line today to cast your vote, I hope that you will think--about the country you want to live in, the future you hope will unfold, and about all of the people it takes to make a miracle.

Because history may deem us nameless and faceless, but when we show up en masse, we are the ones who make history happen.

And yes, maybe also spare a thought for my Nana. Who was in fact a very angry and judgemental woman who supported the republican party for 50+ years, and who would be turning in her grave right now (if the family hadn't had her cremated). Think about the mean angry ghost of my Colombian grandmother, who very much wants you to not show up at the polls to support abortion and other sinful progressive values. Think about her. Do it for her. Do it for Nana.

#Do it! for her #not a shitpost #serious post #politics #ask to tag #I love you Nana but i disagree SO vehemently with almost all of your personal political and religious values #also you should have treated my mom SO MUCH BETTER when she was a kid. all of your kids really #i see you very much as a victim of religious trauma & childhood poverty #followed by the cultural isolation of being a first generation immigrant with no local hispanic community to provide support #plus the failure of late 20th century mental health care almost certainly compounded by medical sexism #recognize sympathize and am indignant on your behalf for all of those reasons and more #but that truth can also coexist alongside the truth that #hot DAMN Nana you and Papa very much failed to provide your children with an emotionally safe and stable environment in which to grow #and me and my sibs are still dealing with the generational trauma #and who knows how many of my cousins. I HAVE TWENTY-ONE COUSINS AND I DON'T TALK TO ANY OF THEM #that is too many cousins to not be in contact with any of them #(and fyi that's on *one* side of the family. on the other side are a dozen half-aunts-and-cousins I've never met #because Other Grandpa was a Certified Piece of Shit)#Anyway. ANYWAY...#apparently i really needed to overshare today. know what? no judgement. judgement free zone #i have no judgement thoughts or opinions i am finally FREE #........gosh that sounds so relaxing #ANYway #yeah. break the cycle of abuse or your descendants will grow up and critique your parenting choices on third-tier social media platforms #when people say 'they will always be remembered' at a funeral--that is a THREAT #what they actually mean is 'OH HONEYBUN YOU DONE FUCKED UP'#.........i want that in my eulogy actually

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oculusxcaro · 5 months

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When the cute little waitress disappears from Pauli's Diner, don't be surprised if you hear odd sounds coming from the sewers...

#!shitposting #🌈 || musings #Hello I am alive but at what cost #Actually not feeling too bad and started getting vibes back for Khare again #I showed this to Holly once and she mentioned the bass is unreal #So if you have sound up do be careful because I can't gauge how it would be #But yeah when Khare mutates the sounds she makes are... unnerving #Because if she knows people are around she'll fucking talk to encourage them to come closer #Because what Gotham needs are more monsters and nightmare fuel honestly #Ugh sorry for youtube ads

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clumsyexpression · 2 years

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⊶Keepin' it ℝeal⊷

I've been really into the marines/government folks lately, and I know they aren't the type to easily be swayed when it comes to making up their minds 🥰🥰🥰

Rob Lucci, X Drake, Rosinante accidentally ~2.4k words (in total) some hot and heavy themes, but... if you know me by now, ya know ͡° ل͜ ͡°

Lucci

Being in the presence of such a profound and intimidating man was no easy feat – each glance he cast your way felt like a finger pistol straight into your heart, and when you realized you were still breathing, his occasional seductive smirks laced with poorly contained lust put your heart to the test time and again.

You knew he didn’t necessarily lack patience, but more so he didn’t care for any delay.

That much was evident when he set the round snifter down onto the table with a little less delicacy as he had earlier before, when the night was slightly more young; the remainder of the amber drink being drained effortlessly as it marked the final obstacle between you two getting to the main event of the night. Dinner by candlelight was nice and all, but it was evident that it was you who he hungered for based on him undressing you the whole time his eyes laid upon you. The one of many smirks that’s been tugging at the corner of his mouth finally widened into the mischievous smile he seemed to be suppressing all evening.

Imbued with a new sense of urgency, Lucci stood before you, almost taking out the table as if it stood in the way of his cravings, his desires. He loomed over you with no intent to leave until sated.

“Y/N, I’m done wasting time.”

It didn’t take much to get past the sheer chiffon that draped your shoulders and barely covered your chest; a clean and effortless swipe of a finger cleared the way, and you couldn’t decide whether his deftness reminded you of his feline tendencies per his devil fruit or if it was thanks to the expediency of what his job called for.

Either way, no longer did any of your pesky clothing obstruct Lucci’s visage as the sight of your undergarments seemed to make his jaw drop onto the floor – joining some of your damaged clothes thanks to his impulsive handiwork.

However, the desirous scrutiny you were once under seemed to twist into.. a daze? disgust? disappointment? On most occasions, you were rather proficient at reading the taciturn man, but in this moment, it was hard to tell..

“Leopard..print?”

Lucci’s eyes lingered only a second more on your feline-inspired lingerie before meeting yours – looking for confirmation in his disbelief. You couldn’t help the small smile that was breaking free from containment, as you took this as a good sign; that he couldn’t believe you would do this for him, and you wanted to show how devoted, how serious you were about all of this.

Your smile beamed into a grin as you spoke.

“I knew you would like it- ”

“I don’t.”

“…huh?”

You were taken aback by the harshness and brevity of his statement. Your grin wilted into a pout as you tried to make sense of his disapproval.

How could he not like it…?

“But it’s your- ”

“Exactly. Y/N, do you- ” he cut himself off before steeling his point across through a narrow glare. “I will ask you this one thing, but regardless of the answer, you will leave.”

The space between you increased, but the heaviness of the room remained.

“What if I wore a human suit? Used your hide as undergarments?”

The hesitancy in giving a reply and the dryness of your throat gave away your non-answer, and he could only move to wring his tired brow from the impending headache coming his way. “Leave.”

“T-to be fair, you kind of already are wearing a human suit since you are a- ” you attempt to reason but he was hearing none of it.

“Go.”

“BUT YOU ARE WEARING A HUMAN SUIT! WHAT IS YOUR SKIN COVERING??”

“Y/N.”

“…and you could have worn my ass,” you mutter under your breath as you collect yourself from the table and readied to leave. “Wore my ass OUT- ”

“NOW.”

a/n: sorry that I like watering down his meanie behaviors but if you tried any of this fr fr you would be dead lmao just sayin

X Drake

It wasn’t often that the two of you were able to be alone, away from it all - away from the world, away from the navy, away from the…

Riiiing….ring

Well, almost completely alone.

This transponder snail has been giving you the creeps lately; for a government issued communication device, it sure had a way of…malfunctioning, as of late. The slight and almost inaudible ring of the snail did not go unnoticed by you, but it definitely went unnoticed by Drake - who already promised that nothing could get in the way of him getting to you now as he pinned you to the bed between his arms.

He just mustered up enough courage to finally touch you without fainting on the spot, and just as you were about to congratulate him by directing his hands to the prize, of course there would be a distraction to keep that from happening.

A gangly stalk veered in your direction from across the room on the dresser as Drake somehow didn’t take any notice, which garnered a creeping smile from the not-so-discreet gastropod. It was obvious that he’s been pining to touch you as your blouse started to inch its way up due to the guidance of some grabby hands, but you just couldn’t work in these conditions.

“It’s watching us.”

“No it isn’t, it’s just there.”

Drake, despite being a super-secret covert double agent, didn’t bother to ask what you were even talking about as he attempted to continue on with his exploration. As much you wouldn’t mind, you did, however, mind having a spectator.

Growing a bit bold from the non-attention of Drake, both eyestalks found their way to your persons as Drake vied for you full and undivided attention by locking you down into an embrace, sealed with a kiss.

Right as your shirt was beginning to give up on concealing what wasn’t already visible-

“Is someone hacking it – is it eavesdropping?”

Very and visibly annoyed that you won’t stop talking through a kiss, Drake sat up halfway onto an elbow to see what was so important to interrupt.

“It is a living creature, it, uh, moves from time to time.” The conversation tested his patience as Drake tried to politely assuage any concern and worry you had into undivided attention back to him.

As soon as he redirected his focus back to you, the snail whipped its spindly eyestalks back to you at an unnatural speed for a typical snail. It was at this point that you knew something was definitely up with this thing.

Sitting up immediately on the bed – causing poor Drake to lose his balance down to the floor – you point an accusing finger at the snail, which also happened to be at the exact moment it decided to act natural.

“DRAKE. IT WAS WATCHING. I WANT IT GONE.”

“Y/N, I can’t just get rid of it,” Drake huffed in frustration as he pulled himself up from the floor – the building aggravation evident in the speed of his speech. “It’s my only means of communication and I can’t just turn it off or on like talking about it.”

“Well, I can’t be turned on until you turn it off.”

“Are you..are you suggesting I kill it?”

“W-well no, just cover it up or something – I don’t want to see it, see me.”

“Then it will suffocate and I can’t hear it ring.”

“Don’t you stuff that thing in your pocket all the time?”

“It’s close enough I can hear a call.”

“Drake its so ugly and slimy and if it as much as look at me one more time, I’m dousing it in salt.”

It was at that point that sad eyes wandered to meet Drake’s, confirming that its feelings were hurt. Also because a glance towards you meant that death was imminent.

Almost as if a bait-and-switch of sour-then-sweet when it came to the two of you, Drake immediately fell for the dejected eyes of the snail over your malice towards it.

“Y/N, you need to apologize.”

A steeled tongue – much different from the one prodding around in your mouth moments ago – spoke as if you committed a crime against the government personally and demanded amends.

“What is happening- ”

“Nothing until you apologize.”

“Not happening.”

The heat that once simmered the room chilled off into tension as the three of you sat in silence at an impasse.

“…did you really just include the snail as a person in this argument??” you ask incredulously, crossing your arms in front of your chest in offense that your current reality right now is being ruined by a damn snail with wandering eyes and your lover is apparently siding with it??

“It’s sitting right there and you were the one to rope him into this.”

“Drake, I don’t care what you do but I want him out of here!”

“Say less.”

Drake stomped over to the dresser where the crestfallen snail sat – whisking the transponder snail up with a loving but brisk scoop and stormed towards the door.

The passing glance that you expected from Drake didn’t come from him, but instead from the transponder snail as it continued to eye you down with a knowing squint – confident of its security in Drake’s arms as he passed you by.

a/n: this really reminds me of the stupid trope of your pet/family photos/ungodly collection of squishmallows watching you while you try to have some personal time but there’s just too many eyes watching you, man. Also, this man is gonna blow his cover because those transponder snails are marked by the Marines and its so obvious pffft. Also also, those poor transponder snails know too much and its not even their fault lmao

Rosinante

Tonight, you really wanted to test the limits and see how far you could go and how long he would let you.

You two were already breaking the rules - with you being in his barracks and all – but to violate the noise ordinance with offensive and suggestive noises? You were just asking for a dishonorable discharge. And with no thanks to your service.

Over an hour had passed and you two were still going at it. Or better yet, you were still going at it whereas Rosinante was running low on patience and composure – ironically enough.

“Y/N, can we please just settle do-”

“Wait, after this one, because I really need to know after this one to make sure you aren’t playing me,” you insisted before moving on to the next thing on tonight’s itinerary.

“Please just trust me on this, Y/N. If the 50ft rope of firecrackers, the TV at max volume with the already illegally louder-than-normal commercials, incredibly out of tune bugle, and the rinky-dink blender full of peach pits and ice didn’t alarm anyone, I assure you, I assure you, we will be fine.” Rosinante emphasized the running list of noise pollution with a finger count that was about to get longer as he awaited your next escapade.

And it didn’t take long.

“Sengoku smells like eggs!”

Rosinante was taken aback, that’s for sure, but you couldn’t tell if the crimson creeping up from his chest to his face was from him trying to stifle any laughter back or him possibly being offended – seeing as how Sengoku was pretty much his dad.

The thickening silence was practically palpable as it weighed you down, along with the heavy and unrelenting glare that Rosinante hurled at you.

Although there was quiet, it wasn’t the same empty quiet as times before, like when the blender was whirring or the TV blasting. There was a medium in the air, but was it…Rosinante’s annoyance?

“Admiral Sengoku.”

You forgot your formalities when making a childish insult, and to someone as dear to Rosinante, at that.

“It’s ‘Admiral Sengoku smells like eggs’,” Rosinante asserted, but soon realized his faux pas once the correction blurted from his mouth, and even more so when he made the declaration a little louder than he intended.

The both of you were stupefied that that would even come out of his mouth and the each of you swung an accusing finger at another – both of you surprised but also to prove a point; you awaited to see if his sound barrier was legitimate and that no one heard his little announcement, and Rosinante pointed in shock that he would even let that come out of his mouth and hope no one heard that because he definitely let his guard-

CRRRRRSSSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!

Reminiscent of a giant, jolly refreshing pitcher of red sugary drink, the golden and much more angrier counterpart of the Kool-Aid man crashed through the wall – actually demolishing the entire side of the barracks in which a handful of other marines resided – much to the misfortune (or…fortune, if you’re into Sengoku balls or whatever I don’t know pffft) of being on the lower floors of the residence hall and waking up to peer into a golden loincloth.

“Rosinante, I smell like what?”

Rosinante could only gulp back a response since it was obvious that actually giving one would more than likely be worse; he was an honest man and couldn’t help himself – especially when it came to Admiral Sengoku. The best he could do was stand at attention and hope the fringe of hair covering most of his eyes could protect him.

“Not only violating ‘Light’s Out’ with unauthorized guests, but also violating the noise ordinance ON TOP OF disrespecting your superior with-“

“Eggs.”

Like two owls turning their heads smoothly on a pivot in unison, Rosinante and Admiral Sengoku faced you with as many definitions of the word ‘incredulous’ could give.

“That’s what Rosinante said.”

Sengoku blinked back with slight surprise that you would actually repeat it and Rosinante with the inevitable fact that he’s definitely the one taking the fall for all of this and you’re definitely digging a deeper hole from him to be buried in.

“He said you smelled like eggs. ‘Admiral Sengoku smells like eggs.’ Yeah. WELP. Guess I’ll be going now, don’t want to break any more rules than I have already, sir. Good night <3”

You decide that instead of trying to reason with a hulking golden man that is easily 30ft tall, it would be best to let a father and son talk things out without you getting in the way of things.

You leave them to their peace and quiet.

#im sorry but its sadgrl hours over here and i need to decompress with some utter and complete bullshit from yours truly lmao #thank you to all who tolerate me XD #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #rob lucci #if i tag this as #robert lucci #do i still get to live- *dies from finger pistol*#x drake #x drake x reader #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #rosinante x reader #i also want to point out that i may or may not have attempted to take this a lil more...seriously but my hands wouldnt allow it lmao #i am incapable and so i can only serve up crackfics and shitposts c:#ur welcome<3 #pink thread of fate

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queenlua · 1 year

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the absolute peak of game writing was as follows:

"The president has been kidnapped by ninjas. Are you a bad enough dude to rescue the president?"

#i had a longer post about various trends in video game and tabletop writing #but then i deleted it bc i realized this is the core point lol #you may not need elaborate cutscenes or wordy exposition maybe you just need: ninjas. bad dude #in other news i am starting to get OBSESSED in my star fox 64 replay journey so uhhh expect shitposts on that front #i STILL cannot beat the area 6 boss but god i am having the BEST time #this level design is such absolute 🔥#so much tension and variety with such simple controls. GOD #(also i should try more rail shooters in general. always heard panzer dragoon was great maybe i'll emulate it)

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whatudottu · 10 months

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Hot take: the Ben 10 fandom and the NSR fandom are pretty much complete inverses of each other when it comes to what kinds of characters they simp for.

Ben 10 has tons of sexy aliens to the point of literally featuring an entire species of buff leotard-wearing cephalopod people that you think would attract alienfuckers by the dozen, but like 80% of the fandom simps for the basic white boy and white girl.

NSR has an entire boy band of conventionally attractive anime boy robots who outright flirt with the female playable character, but like 80% of the fandom simps for the DILF cyborg war veteran with a screen for a head and the space-themed forty-something DJ with a bowling ball for a head.

The NSR fandom said 'those old men can GET IT' and fucking ran with it so hard that it's the most written about romantic relationship (going by ao3 stats) by almost 50 give or take if you're reading with an account or not- honestly? 'Round of applause, y'all really meant it, those old men CAN get it!

But I suppose it might be helped due to the more 'boss rush' style presentation of NSR, being a game centered mostly around who you fight rather than who you fight as. More time is proportionally spent in the media (game in this case) actually focusing on characters like DJ Subatomic Supernova - representation of the self-centered DJ - and Neon J - representation of boybands and specifically as the manager - and getting a comparably significant amount of focus; space themed object head has an ego so dense it LITERALLY causes a singularity (and causes spaghettification) and war veteran cyborg ordering around troops with protocols.

With Ben 10 god I fucking wished more people simped for Tetrax, bestie is just such a cool fucking character let alone how he was introduced and thus executed, but as a show with MANY iterations we kinda need to have a central cast (that gets narrowed down eventually into a central character). Whoever wears the Omnitrix - the one main driving force of the series - is essentially forever a main character, and that character just so happens to be Ben Tennyson after one alien device did what it did.

Despite it's main focus BEING the aliens that Ben turns into - in addition to being a universe with an active alien presence - it never particularly set out to be more than anything other than a sci-fi alien flavoured action story, centered around a human boy (who probably gets his egg completely shattered only to crack an entire coop of eggs in the aftershock) walking only a few steps in other species' shoes. It was only rather late that the actual extraterrestrial exploration of the series really came around, at least in full force (SoTO my beloved 😫). Kinda hard for EVERYONE to simp for your favourite side character when you've got like... seasons worth of a mostly human main cast, lmao-

#ask #anonymous #no straight roads #nsr #ben 10 #i like babygirling old men because it seems like i'm investing (even if it's less my own relationships and more my own reflection)#(not that i can aspire to have the reflections of djss or neon j but like goals am i right?)#i am most certainly an example of the 20% of ben 10 fans to rotate like a microwave side characters #i mean for crying out loud i ship the andromeda 5 and that's 5 whole different alien species lmao #probably also a difference in audiences too lmao ben 10's been here for a WHILE and nsr's only been like 3 years?#i don't hear many kids talk about nsr (like kid kids- which on tumblr may also just be a narrow perspective)#not sure how a kid might access nsr without a parent going 'oh this game looks nice' and getting it for them #while ben 10 was throughout it's runs very much a kid's show #ya it had things an adult could enjoy but predominantly it ran on tv back in the day- easy access media for a kid #you can grow up with ben 10- nsr is nsr and came out in 2020 and isn't the type to need or warrant a sequel #idk why this answer became a study on media and audiences lmao this was probably meant to be a shitpost #and by probably i mean pretty much guaranteed i'm just not committing to absolutes in the off-chance i'm wrong lmao #have a ramble: on the house

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