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pushing500 · 6 months

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A raid from Hot Minute's niece and a social fight between Kaz and Wendy occurred at the same time, which was stressful but ultimately solved with Albina's overpowered 'summon pack' psycast. I love that psycast.

Wendy broke Kaz's nose and won the social fight, if you were curious.

Pig, the guy from The Menra Covenant who tried to marry Hazrov a while back, is trying to get with Candlelight now (we said no).

I was amused reading through Zonovo's social interactions and seeing that he's apparently in a gambling mood today. Cards, dice, roulette... He's happy chatting about them all.

Kawoo is the only colonist I've ever seen using the pool I spent so many resources to build, so I wanted to draw her enjoying herself.

I imagine it takes a lot of shaking to get all that fur dry, but she's probably super fuzzy and soft afterwards!

Finally, Hot Minute's nephew and some of his friends crash-landed right into Baz and Zonovo's bedroom, which was very rude of them. They busted down a wall and got ambushed by a turret and two of our nightlings, who distracted them until some of my colonists could run over and take them down.

Then we ripscanned Hot Minute's nephew, haha. Serves him right.

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#rimworld #gracie plays #The Animist Alliance #art #my art #traditional art #rimworld art #unpolished art #Getting raid and social fight notifications back-to-back was certainly not pleasant #A bit rude of Wendy to be so mean to the guy who brought her back from the dead but what do I know #Diplomatic marriage quests are funny #I checked the factions list after this and Pig isn't the leader of the Menra Covenant anymore #The rejection must have killed them the poor guy #Ah well you can't win 'em all #A lesson that I hope Zonovo remembers as he gets into gambling apparently #I hear it's a dangerous hobby #Just like swimming in Eureka's horrifyingly liminal pool #I'm glad Kawoo liked it at least #She's lots of fun to draw <3 #I don't know why Hot Minute's family all hates us #Very inconsiderate of them I feel #We're nice people aside from the occassional ripscanning incident #Baz and Zonovo's room is repaired now don't worry #They didn't have to sleep in a busted up bed #One day left before the ship reactor is ready #I wonder what will happen in that time?#Have a fabulous day everyone!! xoxo

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kingtuna · 5 months

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Cody: I'm sorry, you were stabbed??

Rex: Lightly stabbed, I didn't want to frighten you.

#cody gets a grey hair every time he hears about the shit rex and the 501st do #he has a begrudging alliance with anakin #he respects him bc hes a general and bc he cares for his most precious little brother too #but he also doesnt like him #partially bc of how many dangerous missions he drags the aforementioned precious little brother into #the clone wars #clone wars memes #clone wars #star wars memes #star wars the clone wars #rex clone wars #captain rex #commander cody #source: tiktok

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daisyachain · 5 months

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Restorative or Transformative?: Homoerotic Subtext, The Closet, and Ciphers in Pop Culture. The nature of commercial art is that it’s sometimes bad and inconsistent. Notably it’s also misogynistic. One way in which audiences try to reconcile massive plot holes or gaps in character motivation is by reading secrets or hidden information into a plot.

Commonly, male characters are interpreted as closeted gay or bisexual to reconcile the absence of women from commercial narratives with the generally stunted and poorly-written male characters that form the focus on said texts. This reading has become especially common among a non-heterosexual milieu. Rather than transforming the original text into some radically different new form, this closeted interpretation seeks to make the original text stand on its own as a story rather than a Swiss cheese of dumb writing decisions.

This interpretation only works for a specific type of pop, usually genre fiction. Any story in which tortured male leads eschew women in favour of male-male bonds (because female characters are constantly killed off, written sparsely, or written out, because the production team keeps casting their male buddies, because actors demand to keep having scenes with their bros, whatever) can become a sounder structure if you put one of them in a closet.

The gay interpretation is the natural consequence of shoddy misogynistic writing from ventures like Supernatural, Naruto, all the biggest hits. It’s also the natural consequence of more benignly misogynistic writing like The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes or The Lord of the Rings, where women aren’t necessarily rejected but are simply absent from the worlds of the protagonists. When the emotional crux of the story falls on male-male interactions, this reads as romantic because society at large priorities (definitively heterosexual) romance as the pinnacle of human connection. Two forces are in conflict, the primacy of heterosexuality (read as: romance) and the primacy of men.

Anyway. All that is to say that the typical gay or bisexual reading of male characters in pop fiction comes from a very real place. But, in some places, that’s the default interpretation. Angst, insecurity, secrets, double lives, fatigue, disappointment, restrained passion, stunted personal growth, anyone living in the closet can tell you that it impacts and defines your whole life to know that you live in a way fundamentally incompatible with The Proper Way that life is structured around down to tax law and superstore prices (which assume a heterosexual nuclear family unit). Characters in fiction also tend to have personal problems because that makes them interesting and tasty.

If you’ve grown up on stories with the specific type of misogyny that can be papered over with a closeted interpretation of the male leads, carrying this interpretation over to any male character will make sense more often than not. Even a bit of angst or insecurity? Well of course that makes sense if a character is closeted.

Except that’s hurt a normal part of fiction, and sometimes the closeted interpretation takes away from the point of a character. If a male character is on another axis of marginalization, the closeted interpretation imposed by the slash reading community downplays or trivializes the effects of that marginalization in the plot by overwriting it with another type of marginalization. Alternately, sometimes a character’s heterosexuality is a part of the story. There are some sorts of critiques or investigations of misogyny or masculinity that don’t work if the character has an ‘opt out’ of the cisheteropatriarchal perspective. Not that gay/bisexual men aren’t except from misogyny, but misogyny masculinity and heterosexuality are so tightly linked that it sort of defeats the point if you interpret that character outside of heterosexuality.

All that is to say—the closet interpretation is a quick and easy spice to apply to the weaker parts of action-adventure genre fiction to make it taste better. It draws from a large enough sample of art that it’s pretty widely applicable. Because of that, it’s part of some people’s [my] default interpretation package just because the semi-dull macho show at least gets less dull if you imagine there’s a reason for there to be no girls besides simple hatred. That then forms its own problem where the interpretation that works with your average genre work gets then blanket-applied to all genre works and obscures the places where the closet interpretation doesn’t fix the work, and actually makes it less interesting.

#kelsey rambles #I’m as guilty of it as anyone.#just thinking about Johnny Storm and like. bisexual ass character. deeply bi guy. but.#what IF he’s just heterosexual. what then. wouldn’t that almost be…more interesting #if he’s Like That and not closeted? what twisty gnarled psychological torments would a good comic have to explain him #and on the other hand. that one post I saw about how miles/hobie totally misses the point that their relationship is about solidarity #spider-punk and spider-byte’s alliance with miles are the same thing and to read it as romantic erases the important part #and on a third hand. when speaking of miles’ story. the stupid fucked Bendis running joke/subtext with Ganke #to have Miles be gay would possibly take away from the messy and interesting part of his character that is being a person with nothing #to hide. a totally honest genuine straightforward kid who is forced to start a double life by an outside actor #but at the same time it’s dumb and a cop-out to throw in that much bait and that much of a genuinely charged tense friendship #and then go ‘lol jk. nothing to see here’#the other thing is the semi joke in atsv about ‘coming out’ as spider-man #the most important thing about Miles having to hide is his relatively precarious position as a black kid. he’s not afforded the leniency #that Peter Parker would expect if he got unmasked. Miles is more cautious because he is in more danger because he’s Black #so to paint that struggle with the gay brush is to disregard the character’s raison d’être. while also #using that sort of language and structure deliberately puts a gay lens over that character and ignoring that or kicking it to the side #feels a bit cheap. to borrow the look and not the substance #way too many tags and it’s past my bedtime. thesis statement is:#miles morales is a character whose history is fraught with plenty of real gay subtext and whose character struggles are entirely divorced #from any sense of gender performance. he’s subtextually bi but that’s got so little to do with his story that it feels almost wrong to read #that into him because there is so much other interesting stuff going on with him

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Dangerous Alliance. | l.hc (M) PT ONE.

synopsis; bae sarang looks nothing special on the outside, has black thick glasses and wears her thick black hair in a raw clip. ‘typical nerd’ people would describe her. but when she goes back home bae sarang is a genius hacker with high level of IQ. one day, she ends up hacking into a mafia security breach. Boy, did she regret it because her life was about to change for the worse.

warnings; mafia au, hacker au, smut!! No minors, mature language, mention of bad health, angst is here, enemies to lovers, denial, slow slow slowww burn, bae sarang is a sarcastic bbg and we love that <333, sarang really doesn’t take shit from men LMAO, haechan is an ass, fighting scenes, action is a major genre here because mafia ayo. slight comedy to break the tension.

✧;── table of contents ──; ✧

╭ ⁞ ❏. masterlist to other chapters.

┊ ⁞ ❏. next chapter: part 2 link.

┊ ⁞ ❏. previous chapter:

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“seriously sarang how do you keep getting such good grades! it’s as if you knew what was going to be on the paper.” giselle cries out, it was true, sarang makes sure to visit the school’s test paper website and hack into it. that way she can memorise the answers to the questions and get 100/100 with ease. sarang was always getting good grades without hacking in, but she would rather prefer a 100 than a 90.

sarang jokingly nudges giselle with a pout. “c’mon that’s crazy, i just study and you don’t!” she wasn’t wrong, giselle doesn’t study. she simply prays and hopes it gives her a good grade, relying heavily on two months worth of mind memorisation too.

the two girls were brought back from their lunch to their classes once again, final class and then sarang can go back home to her chambers. as anyone could tell, the girl is a homebody. everyone sees her as this innocent quiet nerdy girl but little did they know sarang true form.

the bus restarting the engine outside the building. sarang left to reopen the apartment door, shutting it close. darkness with barely any light, a large computer set up when entering the girl’s bedroom. long four table set up linking together, four screens aligned on top with one keyboard controlling them all. touch screen as well, sarang can easily make quick decisions by using her fingers. two monitors underneath along with specialised military apps that sarang happened to find three years ago without being caught and found out.

the girl uses fake vpns along protection data from viruses. sarang was unstoppable. the girl evilly grins at the sight of her beautiful computer screens. the school bag was thrown onto the bed farther away, without a care. the young girl taking a seat on the spinny chair, moving forward as she turns the screens on. a bright light incoming.

“hehe let’s see who’s falling to their dooms now.” sarang said while rubbing hands, warming them up. a sudden notification brought sarang to look over to her phone, lifting it she read aloud.

“new Baekhyun album sales, only one in stock left!!”

“WHAT.” sarang gasps as her fingers flop on they keyboard, immediately setting a hacking program to get the album first before anyone. i mean seriously, it’s baekhyun! sarang wants to get her idols album. she has a bunch already but the collection needs to grow.

and she isn’t waiting till tomorrow for a fill up!

the room echoes focused finger tapping on the keyboards along with fast typing, bright green colour of the screen painting the dark room greenish and black with white bright screens on the side. monitor beeping regularly, a good sign sarang is doing fine. the program lettering starting to reveal a morse code.

sarang hums tapping the finger along with the code, trying to figure out the pattern. once doing so, she clogs on. “aha, i found it. double tapping.” sarang murmurs, same syllable being used as double taps to avoid being found out. she grins when the program was loading, she finished.

but then something really caught her off guard.

when looking at the front middle main screen, sarang imagined the album to be there in sight. so why was there a sudden red and black screen with red letters forming? she couldn’t understand. did she hack somewhere else? the monitor began to beep like a wild siren, sarang cussing when the opposite security was reacting like a virus.

the opposite side was being attacked too, not just the main screen but the two above it tackled by the program virus infecting it. sarang pressed the protection data that slowly began fighting the rest of the other screens as she types really fast, putting codes and whatnot to defeat whatever she hacked into.

sarang had no time to dwell on baekhyun’s album if she is under an attack. small droplets of sweat streaming down the side, heavy breathes with pants heard as her fingers curl to cramp but she held it, not wanting to lose. sarang swore this is quite a nasty place to hack in.

it was inflexible, stubborn and most definitely something top secret; she found the fbi servers easier than this. whatever it was, sarang will find out sooner or later.

a sudden stop heard when both programs paused, the green overtaking the red. sarang’s lips widely curve in a cocky laugh. “yeah that’s what i thought! surprise attack? fuck you, i won.” sarang had a little hype ceremony standing up, dancing as well as doing the la cucaracha in middle of her room, far away from the set up table.

the middle main large screen took her to a base security breech. sarang lowers her head coming closer, stopping the dance midway, squinting her eyes with her glasses lifting slightly. she sits back down scrolling around, a sunflower decaying as a logo of the breech.

it was sinister and dark, sarang couldn’t understand what she was looking at. i mean it for sure isn’t baekhyun’s damn album.

“what the fuck, did i hack into some dark kinky pornhub?” sarang groans, Baekhyun album overtaking her worried mind because it’s most definitely sold out now. she rubs the curtain bangs back a little, a really good file name taking the interest.

she grins. “haha fullsun? what file name is that. don’t tell me i hacked into nasa!” sarang commented shifting the mouse to the screen to click the file name. a hint of panic overcoming her body, she should’ve stayed curious.

“this isn’t nasa…” sarang lipped, scrolling down the horrifying pictures. gruesome people dead along with names and lettering.

what did she hack into? the more the screen were to roll down, the worse it got. sarang’s eyes sonic flash back and forth on each screen, she felt paralysed with this information. what the hell did she hack into?

the whole website would start to download to the usb locked in the computer monitor, sarang feels like this sight will need to be captured, it was a gut feeling. the girl quickly grasps the usb once the download finished, leaving the site and programs erasing it off the screen.

she exhales lightly staring at the usb, fingers curling on the surface of the cable. what did she exactly get herself into? luckily the vpn will trace her fake IP address to France, they won’t find her.

a knock on the door brought sarang to be cautiously moving upwards, another impatient knock on the door. sarang could imagine million scenarios of how this could end and who this could be; fbi? Seoul police? Best medical hospital in Seoul? yes she did hack into a hospital once. maybe it’s that weird security breech earlier and they will mince her ruthlessly in front of their sicko friends.

sarang points a taser towards the door as the anticipation killed her. “STAY AWAY DONT COME CLOSER—” the door slowly opens as the taser flickers forward, hitting nothing.

giselle glances at sarang with eyebrow raised. “what are you doing, sarang?” she questions. the girl backs away with a slight scream. “oh holy shit it’s just you! oh my god, why didn’t you call me.”

the taser moves out of sight as she welcomes her friend inside the apartment. sarang closing the bedroom door, she moves giselle to the small open kitchen and living room in one. she sits down humming.

“so what brings you over bestie?” sarang cooed bringing apple juice and two clear glass cups, giselle smirks. “there is a party happening tonigh-”

“no.” sarang midway interrupts, her best friend pouts, she knew the immediate answer but still, you gotta keep trying. sarang sighs. “i hate parties. i like being home.”

giselle curls forward hugging sarang’s one hand, shaking back and forth. “please sarangggg please please please!”

“nope.” sarang states again.

giselle pulls away with a wide smirk. she couldn’t of came without a blackmail present could she? giselle motions sarang’s attention to her as her jacket reopens revealing baekhyun’s newest album release today. “i knew you’d be like this that’s why I came here with a trump card.”

“are you blackmailing me because it’s working.” sarang comments with arms crossed, this isn’t fair!

sarang’s lips fall apart as if it were crumbling mountain, hands reaching to touch the holy album. giselle touch shift it backwards making sure sarang couldn’t touch it, putting a finger in front of sarang tutting back forth. “nahuh, unless you come to the party with me you’re not getting shit.”

she fixes the glasses in annoyance, maybe…going to the party won’t hurt? for Baekhyun she would do anything. sarang clears her throat. “fine, I’ll come with. what time are we leaving?” giselle stands up dancing up and down. “yesss! oh my god holy gods I’ve done it. we’re leaving at eight tonight.”

sarang sighs. “fine, now give me that damn album.” sarang remarks forward with hands out. she really wishes to get that damn album.

“boss someone has hacked into our base and now i can’t enter it without my screen freezing. i feel like she has deleted all our informatio.” the man sitting down frustrated told, the tan man with a white sleeve shirt, black tie and trousers, hair flowing nicely above the eyebrows symmetrically. “find her IP address, I can see she’s using a fake one. disable her vpn.”

“donghyuck.” a guy on the side called out when he pointed to the large live tv screen, a dark room with a bunch of Baekhyun posters on the walls. mark pauses. “I have managed to hack into her camera. she lives in Seoul, do you want me to send down tropes?”

the man smirks shaking his head when the screen became brighter, the sight of two girls opening the closet looking through clothes together. the one with the glasses sticking out particularly. “no don’t send my men down, instead…”

“find information about her such as the name age, work, make sure she isn’t some associated with police or fbi, and listen to their conversation, they look like they’re going somewhere.” donghyuck tells before walking away, he’s going to crush the girl who destroyed his high level security base.

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#nct fanfiction #nct smut #nct x reader #nct series #haechan smut #nct u scenarios #haechan fanfic #dangerous alliance

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