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athousandlights · 2 months

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Note: We’re Arab, not Native American, so listen to their opinions on this before ours.

I wanted to have hope that Outlaws of Thunder Junction would be handled well, or even just not awfully. But the evidence is starting to rack up, folks, and it aint pretty:

At MagicCon, Blake Rasmussen (mtg’s Senior Communications Manager) said that, “everyone’s a newcomer to Thunder Junction.”

Also at that MagicCon panel, Aaron Forsythe (VP of Magic Design) called it an “unspoiled land.”

Mark Rosewater (mtg Head Designer) says that, “prior to omen paths [sic], it was uninhabited.”

Could this just be three white guys saying White Guy Things? Sure. Especially since they’ve all shown themselves in the past to be kinda uninformed on the particulars of their product’s storyline. But it’s not a great look.

The narrative that lands are uninhabited and ripe for plunder is inextricable from the American colonial genocide of indigenous nations (which has never stopped). This is especially the case in a setting based on the American West, rife with the trappings of the imperialist genre of American Westerns, and fraught with the colonialist propaganda of “frontier fantasy.” For this world, they’ve even created an ethnic group explicitly based on the Diné nation, per the official MTG Twitter account. Yet they still chose to center the set’s story around the genocidal selling point of “exploring uninhabited lands to find untold treasure and fortune.”

Yes, they’ve said they used cultural consultants. And, sure, that’s gone well-ish (though not without great flaws) for NEO and LCI. But whatever influence those consultants were allowed to have on OTJ, it was clearly not enough. Because holy shit, even the (otherwise amazing) side story, No Tells, says, “Thunder Junction’s a new plane, one that’s still beginning.” (Do NOT go hating on the author; I doubt he had control over that level of worldbuilding.)

All of this has shattered my hope in the set being respectful, or even not actively harmful. You can say, “wait and see,” and we will, but we’ve seen a lot already—and gang, it has not looked good.

#Glittancy #Yasmin #Fifi #mtg #magic the gathering #outlaws of thunder junction #mtg community #mtg lore #vorthos #mtg spoilers #mtgcommunity #mtgotj #colonialism #indigenous #genocide #america is committing genocide #racism #imperialism #magic the card game

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shinkimarbles · 2 months

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The ghost of you

Warnings: TYPOS. No proof reading was done >.< sorry, I corrected what I could while writing it, but I am not a native english speaker, so I still pretty much make mistakes (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

This is a work of fiction, and as I always say - you don't have to read it like Keegan x OC, feel free to imagine yourself/your own on her spot 💙

A little angsty, but safe to read 🌟✨

I would like to say that I didn't give up on COD or anything, I just personally stopped playing MW3 and it's multiplayer modes since I guess I was too biased towards MW2 :< 💙 I really love Cold War and Ghosts too, so the Story never aint over - besides I love everyone's ocs and mine from MW verse, so delulu solulu continues (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ)

Keegan P. Russ x Naomi “Kira” Prett (oc)

*Riley bcs we love Riley*

“You're one of us now.”

Those words echoed in Kira’s mind, as she threw last of the sticks into the dying firepit. Her expression was a mix of unpleasant emotions and pure spite, as she still felt how her hair stuck to bloody patches on her face. Aching muscles, torn clothes with pain on the side of her abdomen, right where the bullet grazed her. Logan passed out almost immediately after she forced some MRE down his throat against his better wishes, giving hard emphasis on the fact that he should. The place where they camped was abandoned village, with no traffic roads nearby - at least not the important ones. Not a soul would dare to step a foot into absolute darkness, just to prove a point to themselves. This was no place for sensless acts of bravery afterall. They were unit that shot and asked later, taught like gladiators in ancient colliseum. Riley quietly slept on the ground next to the tents, allowing her owner to finally have his well earned break.

Kira relaxed her shoulders, finally a tension that crept up her back since the very morning let her draw a shaky breath. “Fuck, dad was right.” She noted, reminiscing about the time before she joined with the armes forces. Initially a medic with homebrewn millitary experience, now that all she had left was a faded badge. Her father was a colonel, rather strict but loving. Always looking out for Kira and her mother. They both served, as a matter of fact that's where they met.

“Right about what, serge?” A coarse voice, sligthly muffled due to it's owner being completely covered by his signature balaclava, spoke out to Kira. Her head didn't even budge from staring at the dimming fireplace. “Nothing important.” She hummed, being indifferent about confidentiality of her past - even before her superior. Keegan let out a slight murmur, before slamming his bottom on the wooden log right beside her. Snow cracked under his boots. He wasn't kindest to her, not even remotely - Always treating her rather inferior, constantly nagging and reprimanding her in the golden rookie age. Acting rough with her, calling it “Looking out” while sometimes it felt like he wanted to push her out of his world mercilessly. Not willing to accept her. Paul was the same, maybe more lenient on letting her try before straight up demanding for her to leave the force and never look back. Kira realized, that Paul truly took to her, treating her like a little sister Walkers never had. Joking about going on a silly little vacation when things in the outback settled. But it wasn't always all sunny. Keegan however�� He remained the same. A cold rock amidst stormy ocean, loving and dying for everyone but her - what was she to him? A medic, that does okay job in stitching wounds together. Not a soldier that refuses to give up even after getting solid beating, breaking a rib and getting shot.

Her light gray eyes slowly darted towards his face, covered as always. Although in this kind of weather, it was a little more understandable than using it to be a menace around the base. His shoulders seemed awfully tense, as his well tempered muscles twitched from overextension. Brows furrowed, the woman expected another round of being judged and reprimanded about how stupid and reckless it was of her to jump there, barely escaping the crossfire. And hell, she'd do it again. For Ajax, for Logan, for… all of them.

Keegan had beautiful eyes. Cold, yes. Like the deepest Siberian nights, awfully freezing to the point it would kill all around, quite like the sun that already ceased to shine. Daringly, she kept looking. How the fiery flashes of light projected into his irises. Like icebergs, they had way more to them that appeals to anybody who isn't pulling each small shade apart. They were also prominent while the war paint filled the gap to conceal his face as much as possible. Before realizing it, his half broken cough alerted her.

“Sorry, was I staring too hard?” She asked, no point in denying as it was the obvious fact. Keegan snorted promptly. ,,Kinda.”

No screaming, no reprimanding - nothing. Just a quiet hum as he nervously tapped his fingers against his thigh. “Can we walk for a bit?”

There it goes. He just didn't want to yell at her on site, to not disrupt the already frail sleep of their comrades. Kira shrugged her shoulders softly. “Aye, sir.”

It was awfully silent. Only sound that broke in was the low tone crunch under their boots, as their bodies lazily moved about. Their shadows danced on the walls, looking menacing but beautiful at the same time. As if they truly showed the intentions behind masked soldiers. Kira was rewinding, deep in her brain, over every single tiny mistake she could've made, must have been terrible and unforgivable that Russ pulled her aside like this. He took a turn quietly, bridging them both in a rather narrow gap between two abandoned houses. And then, his low, commanding tone finally escaped his mouth.

“Kira, I do need to tell you something.”

It didn't sound mean, or toxic - it was quiet, humbled and maybe, if even remotely, kind. Softly touching something inside of her that she thought died long time ago, with her hopes and dreams.

“I don't think I follow,” Kira replied after a long pause. “I can't do this anymore.”

What was he referring to? To war? To life? To Ghosts? Was he deserting us?

Thoughts clashed together in her brain, as Keegan sighed. His fingers gripped her shoulders firmly, his forehead slightly touching hers. Eye to eye, he was so close that not even the woolen head cover was enough to detain hot puffs of air that left his mouth. This was ultimately the most intimate gesture Keegan has shown to her, or anybody. Clearly putting his vulnerable, bleeding heart out there for her to crush. Expecting her to understand everything by such a simple move.

“I never hated you.”

Kira’s eyes dilated, mouth agape. What was an initial surprise turned into hurt expression, with shards of rage from somewhere deep burning her eyes.

“Then why did you treat me as such?”

Keegan’s grip softened, as he retracted his head slightly. Of course, the woman was no oracle. A great medic, sure. Valiant fighter, absolutely - but speechless just like himself when it came to treading the waters of emotions.

“I didn't want you… to get hurt. I treated you like a shit, because I thought you'd reconsider and leave. I hated the thought you’d die. You'd … you'd be gone. And there will be nothing. Today… when you got almost shot.. I realized I just can't do this anymore.”

For a second, her sorry soul was willing to just forget all of it - to fall and leap into his strong arms, knowing a sense of safety would overwhelm her senses and shut her down. Yet in a blink, she was so angry. Unjust, months of being called dumb girl and unfit to be a Ghost. Months of mourning the only other person who believed she could do it. Months of begging them to give her a chance.

“Keegan. You're… you're insane!” She barked at him, vigorously throwing her hands out. “You're selfish fuck, you don't think about me, about how it felt living with fact you hated me for no reason!” Kira suddenly yanked his uniform by the collar, inching him, now uncomfortably, close to her own face. And he could see for himself, how it distorted in pain. Her ribs hurt like hell, yet she still ignored the pain to stand her ground. Get her point to him. Be seen. For herself.

“You have no fucking idea, why I joined the force! For who I did it! Why- wh- '' her breathing grew rabid and heavy, as tears built up fogged up her vision. “You have no idea what I sacrificed to be here today. How dare you do this to me?! How very dare you put all my lifelong efforts in jeopardy because you thought I am a fun toy to play with…” letting go, her disappointed expression faded into gruesome, nail ripping sadness. Keegan stood there, like a guilty child, listening to words that stabbed him right where it hurt. Hunched, as if the only thing that mattered to him outside of his job, rejected him before even having a chance to blossom.

Keegan never wanted to hurt her that way, he never predicted how fragile her soul is under all that facade of a fighter and ambition of a colonel’s daughter. Soldier Russ, good and excellent, for all his glory, didn't think of the most obvious yet most important thing.

“Kira…” He whispered, heartbroken.

“Naomi. My fucking name is Naomi.” Simple sentence that sounded oh so hurt, as if she was just executed for all of humanity’s failures. If it happened outside, on a street full of people or a sorry date to the old cinema - she'd shrug it off. It would be a heartbreak from a highschool jock, who didn't know better. But she wasn't back home in California. She wasn't 17 and this man wasn't Collin Simmons, who broke her silly heart when they were children. They were adults stranded in a warzone riddled with C4s and hidden proximity mines.

Why couldn't he keep his damn mouth shut. Why now? Why now out of all places and times. Why not on base?

“I…” no words for his defense. Not those that would benefit him now. He crumbled into ashy pieces. Brows furrowed and for the first time, it was as if his cold eyes thawed. Changing into sky during clear summer day, with a hint of a storm approaching in the distance. Oh how she hated that even now, it captured her.

And then, she turned to walk away. Keegan, for all his pride, almost let her. Before his hand grabbed the wrist, much tinier than his, to make her face him one more time. And then, it wasn't the Ghost that always treated her like a shit. Not anymore at least. It was Keegan, with sharp chin and messy black hair, which curled slightly above his finely trimmed brows. Long eyelashes that framed his stunning eyes and scar that went over his upper lip, tracing down to his neck. The man that used to cover in shadows of his balaclava, refusing to face her for himself.

And then, her rage softened. So did her eyes and face. Oh how her body loosened its alerted state.

“I hate you.” Naomi whispered, as he leaned closer. And without missing a heartbeat, he closed the gap between them. Electricity ran down her spine, as his lips clashed with hers. A moment she thought about in the corners of her mind, something that slowly slipped out of her reach, as they grew more apart with Keegan’s dumb plans. She hated how safe his presence made him feel.

And only when they parted and her lungs drew fresh air in, tears finally protruded. Tracing her frozen cheeks with a warm touch. Allured by the aftertaste that he left on her lips, she drew a soft, broken smile.

“I hate how I love you.”

#cod ghosts #keegan p russ #cod keegan #oc x canon #cod ocs #keegan x oc #cod fanfic

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cassandragemini · 7 months

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oc birdsonas list (Subject to change)

misha- blakiston's fish owl

while i generally try to associate characters with animals whos native ranges overlap with where theyre from im gonna give a little leeway on this one (misha is from northern mongolia in whats now khovsgol, these live in eastern china eastern siberia and hokkaido) cause it seems like it fits misha really really well. they share a big imposing frame and permanent death glare. these are the largest owls in the world and misha is 6'10 so like. i feel like that one makes sense

tseren - golden eagle

this one was probably the most obvious choice tbh. theyre a big assertive guy with a great sense of aim so the association with a big bird of prey thats a very precise hunter made sense for them

adelita - up in the air rn but im thinking Maybe a burrowing owl. all of my fairies are pretty explicitly tied to birds especially owls and adelita canonically grew up in a burrowing owl den. look at how round these things are

jacinta - elf owl or possibly a costa's hummingbird. elf owls are cactus dwellers and thery served as the initial inspiration for my desert fairies and back when i was originally writing her i initially considered giving her a elf owl form as a magic disguise. the costa's hummingbird was a option just cause she ourple

tadai - roadrunner

tadai is literally just the o'odham word for roadrunner i feel like i aint need to put much thought into this one

tulipán - verdin

originally i was thinking either a very disheveled little owl chick (this isnt meant to be mean to her. owls just kinda looked fucked up for the first few months of life) or a anna's hummingbird But i recently learned that the o'odham word for verdin (gi:sobï) is used as a petname for children which i thought was very cute. theyre little cactus dwelling birds and theyre very cute so it fits her

lou - remains undecided but a sandhill crane is probably my best guess for the moment since theyre really tall and lanky like him

#crow.txt #ocposting #and with the completion of this post i will stop procrastinating on my essays #misha #tseren #tulip #lou #adelita #jacinta

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mitoad · 3 days

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number 5 in marine biology ask 💯💪

what is your most controversial marine bio take ?

ok this is going to piss off all of fishblr but from an industrial fishkeeping standpoint i FUCKING HATE MOON JELLYFISH and i HOPE THEY ALL DIE (i dont but keep reading please) .

like- okok australia lore : we have EXTREMELY strict regulations on importing and exporting animals (ver and inver) and plants . it is so so so SO hard to get anything across if you aren't using it exclusively for research or if you are not in a career relevant to it. AND- AND THE THING IS , MOON JELLIES ARE THE ONLY JELLYFISH THAT ARE OK TO KEEP AS PETS IN AUSTRALIA ??

i go to an aquarium exopecting variety and get a ratio of 1000 MOONS to 1 EVERYTHING FUCKING ELSE. THEYRE EVERYWHERE . I GENUINELY CNNOT ESCAPE THEM . I GO TO AUSTRALIAN AQUARIUNM ?????? OH BAM ONE MILLION MOON JELLYFISH . I GO TO MALAYSIA AQUARIUM ?????? 80% AURITAS. I GO TO GERMANY AQUARIUM ??? ITS THEIR WHOLE PERSONALITY.HOW ABOUT I SHOVE SOME OF THEM UP MY FUCKING ASSHOLE SO THEY CAN INVADE IT TOO HUH ???????????????

HOW ARE THEY EVERYWHERE WHEN THEIR TENTACLES AND BELL 'HAIRS' ARE TOO FUCKING SHORT TO TOUCH ANYTHING ??????? THEY ARE NOT GOBBLING NUN 💀💀💀

likr fucking- fucking AUSTRALIN spotteds and AUSTRLIAN lagoons arent permitted for imp/expting and theyre NATIVE TO OUR AREA . THERE IS LITTLE CHANCE OF FUCKING BLOOMS ANYWAYS SINCE UNLIKE MOONS THEY DONT PISS THEIR FUCKING KIDS EVERYWHERE LIKE WHAT MAKES MOON JELLIES SO SPECIAL HUH ????????????????????????????? HUH ???????????????????? THEY THINK THEYRE ON TOP ????????????????????? NO THEY ARENT YOURE BUILT LIKE A FUCKING DINNER PLATE AND CANT HUNT FOR SHIT . YOUR GONADS ARE FUCKING UGLY COMPARED TO EVEYRONE ELSE BITCH YOU AINT FOOLING NOONE. NO LIVING SPECIMEN. SO MANY MORE INTERESTING STUDIES HAVE COME OUT FROM OTHER SPECIES MOONS CONTRIBUTE TO NOTHING . LITERALLY NOTHING INTERESTING LIKE BITCH UR SO BLAND . THE ONLY THING U GOOD FOR IS BEING TURTLE FOOD STUPID FUCKING GELATIN DISC

#i may one day be the man to start the moon jelly hate account #but jokes aside respect to moons theyve helped the world develop so much understanding in terms of scyphozoans !! super great creechurs #🍵 mito's rambles°｡ ⋆⸜#aquarium asks !!#moon jellyfish #aurelia aurita #jellyfish #scyphozoa #cnidarians #spotted lagoon jellyfish #australian spotted jellyfish #fishkeeping #aquariumhobby #aquariums #saltwater

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jasmineqw · 13 days

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The world is yours.

Tony Montana! Soft reader. Innocent reader. Preteen! Reader. Reader has childhood trauma. Reader being overstimulated(stressed) Soft! Tony. Slightly manipulative Tony - Out of plot (a little -) Platonic! Tony + mentions of guns, death, kidnapping? Reader has amnesia. Foreign reader! (You can choose where.) reader isnt good at english. Bold = native language.

(Tony himself deserves a warning!!)

Around the World

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Barely really turning 14, just now about to end the second and final course of the 7th grade, you were just now getting into 8th grade after the summer/ winter break schools were giving.

But overall you had a complex relationship with your family. Being oversheltered, barely actually leaving your house other than going to school was all. It was that bad,

It was only when you went around the world after meeting him. But before

You almost failed english because it was so difficult. You always talked in native. Never english, when you had only really learned a few simple phrases in english, you and your parents had taken a trip to a state nearby the country, maybe the coast or wherever it took you by car, but no. Instead. Or by plain,

To America.

But it was only after a freak accident. The car crash had caused memory loss, the car flipping parents were fortunate enough to only really suffer with a few bruises yet you had hit your head and maybe even almost flew out the car but the worst thing was hitting your head somewhere a little, too hard.

So it was where after you discharged from the hospital you just tried regaining memory, as best as possible. Your father was an aristocrat, he had taken you to Cuba with him to do his business with him there, he worked in a business. With him being the CEO of it however.

He had involved himself with the underworld, the gangsters. And he had picked the wrong man to fuck with,

“Montana, his name is montana.”

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But you wished you were home, letting a soft tear run down your ear. Looking at the rugged man before you cooing in spanish,

You almost believed it you gave up feeling the tenderness he was giving you, “I never expect to be so lucky n shit.”

“I get a innocent flower.” He paused. “To myself,”

His finger ran down your tear soaked face. A hand holding your head steady, “Your shitbag of a father aint here,” He wiped your tears away, looking at how you wouldnt stop shaking, even when you seemed so hesitant you werent pushing him off. Incoherent , mumbles of broken english didnt reach him, his arm going around your shaking shoulders he pulled you next to him,

Until you broke down.

You were sobbing, the ache of feeling the anklet harsh against your ankle,

He had you captive since he drugged you, breaking you into being his now, he had taken you by force, all the way back to this mansion. No one was ever going to find you ever again. If you escaped he’d use the anklet, to shock you.

But you were good,

Never once scrunching your nose or face at him, not moving away from him when he comforted you. When he gave you food you sat and ate. You were polite in asking him to go use the toilet, you were kind, he remembered before he drugged you. The way you played with the stray kitten near the park he found you alone in near where your father seemed to be taking a phonecall.

Even when he set you on the bed, you didnt hit him. Or scream. Or push away, you only ever defied when he would be sudden. Trauma reaction;

But he soothed he wasnt here to hurt you. And your scumbag of a father was at fault.

All of them were dead. He put a bullet to your fathers head afterall. You didnt have to go anywhere ever again. A trip to all around the world.

Anything or anywhere you want or want to go.

He would give you anything as long as you stayed and never attempted to escape. He wouldnt want to hurt his sweet girl.

But deep down he didnt have any intentions for you. Nothing ill, only good. He kidnapped you, he knew what shit environment you were in.

In his beliefs and twisted feelings he believed kidnapping you meant protecting you from the world.

His pretty mija was all safe with him now. Even if he didnt have a valid reason, why he kept you captive.

He had you now.

(Short fic)

#scarface #tony montana #antonio montana #scarface tony montana #al pacino #alpacino #al pacino scarface #tony montana scarface #tony monfana x reader

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mephiles-the-jester · 9 months

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regular animals exist in the sonic world but how do you think they differentiate them from sonic characters in-universe? because like sure you can call them mobians from the planet mobius, but thats not very helpful since technically that term could be for anything native to mobius including humans and other animals, its like if you tried to name an animal after it living on earth,,like yeah we all do it aint special

but my real question is in-universe how do you classify sonic characters from their full animal counterpart? because you cant call them by any normal real life terms like feral/domesticated like cats, because regular animals are still domesticated as pets and also i doubt that term for them would go over well for the sonic critters. are they still considered by their animal classification? is sonic just regarded as another type of hedgehog like an african pygmy hedgehog? is rouge just another type of fruit bat? and you also cant call them bipedal because there are bipedal animals like kangaroos and jerboas and pangolins. you cant even call them modern megafauna even if Sonic is a big hedgehog because hes not even 4 ft tall,,,real life saltwater crocodiles can get to 6m long and small ones are still 1 meter so vector is still a small crocodile. what about 'last echidna' Knuckles,,,,

#it is 12am and i choose to go insane about in universe logistics

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emmacreatures · 1 year

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CAUGHT OFF GUARD

This is a fun inbetween story of Lyle wainfleet and Ter'ran. The combination of the two just screams chaos, and I'm here for it! ENJOY~

Ter'ran had been stuck with the recom group for awhile now.. Due to the untrustworthy energy the man gave, he had a tracker around his neck at all times.. Just in case he decided to sneak out on them. Lyle was told to keep an eye on him, which may not have been the best option. Though, all other recom's had a lot of things to do and since Lyle and Ter'ran had a lot of beef with each other most of the time, lyle almost liked to baby sit the annoying native.. Just to kick his ass when he was able to.

In the meantime, Ka'am and Quaritch had gotten alot of free time together, which did make Lyle a little jealous. Quaritch and him were best friends, always had been in battle, and he was loyal to his leader.. But the sudden blue monkey coming inbetween made him a little tense. He wouldnt be forgotten at all, but it did bother him. For lyle just said at their basecamp, seeing Ka'am and Quaritch just have a serious chat far away so that their conversation couldnt be overheard, Lyle's ears just kind of flattened, glaring just a little bit. Ter'ran, who was leaning against a doorframe, noticed that specific look.. Smirking. "oh i know that look" Ter'ran said, smirking more wide as he looked tricky at Lyle who seemed to give him the side eye. "why dont you just mind your damn business before I'll beat your ass back into the cell again" Lyle said as Ter'ran laughed a bit. "My.. I'm frightened.." He said rather mocking, before jumping onto a table in the room.. Swinging his feet a little bit. Lyle decided to glare big time at the man in a 'dont test me' before Ter'ran hummed.

"well.. its gets boring if i focus on myself all the time, so I like to mind my business with others. Plus, because of y'all i'm stuck here, so you just gotta have to deal with me" Ter'ran said with the biggest grin, seeing Lyle just look away from him, but his neck was tightened. "unless you'd just let me roam freely.. And take my tracker off so you wont have to deal with me all the time" "Forget that Buttercup. You're not leaving us for a damn second" Lyle said threatening, making Ter'ran just smirk at him.. "But really.. I know that look" "Excuse me?" Lyle just started to get more pissed, turning to Ter'ran as ter'ran decided to just walk up to Lyle, lean against the table he was sitting at. "The 'my best friend just got taken away from me' look?.. Trust me I know" Ter'ran said more serious all the sudden, glaring a little into the same direction for Lyle would frown, to see the man seemed slightly pissed too.. But his anger was first ahead of him. "You have no idea what you're even talking about" Lyle sounded threatening again, making Ter'ran scoff a little. "I do big guy. i used to be prioritized.. Sorta, not immensely. But.. Seems things took a turn." Ter'ran said as he turned away from his glance towards Quaritch and ka'am.. Just walking a bit as his tail playfully moved along. "I guess the same happened to you huh" Ter'ran said a bit mocking, making Lyle eventually stand up, with his body rather tense. "I dont get all feelsy if thats what you're trying to achieve. Or if you try a saddening attempt to sympatize or such.. Get lost" Lyle said pissed.

Making Ter'ran laugh hiddenly.. "Oh boohoo.. aint that sad for the big man. You seem a hell of a lot angry" Ter'ran knew he was luring at this point, but he felt like it today.. Worse than usual. He was always a troublemaker, and with a knucklehead, full of testosterone manly man like Lyle, it could only led to worse. "You better shut up before i'll actually woop your ass to the point you're begging for mercy" "Make me" Ter'ran said as he smirked widely. "You're asking for it now." Lyle said as he dropped everything he was holding, tackling the man within seconds as they threw punches at each other for quite a while.. Eventually for Ter'ran got quite some souvenirs from Lyle who had been going rough on him.. Ter'ran just spit out some blood that the punches had caused.. But he just never gave in on being scared of lyle. He just loved this game almost.. After Ter'ran also had given the man quite some bruises and a punch in the face, Lyle ended up pinning the man on the ground, giving him no way to attack him anymore. "you're finally done?" Lyle asked him almost in a dare, for ter'ran just tried to breathe as his nose was bleeding. "no not really.." the man said still with a smirk, making Lyle about to punch him again.. "Why are you actually kind of handsome. I can see why you guys work out now, just to hand out punches to me personally." Ter'ran said as he did feel a bit dizzy, but he never knew to stop.. And lyle was not easy on him.

As soon as he heard the random thrown compliment, Lyle was a bit off guard to say the least, frowning at first before he glared and shook his head, standing up as he grabbed the man at the wrists. "Time out for you. Thats enough" Lyle said as he pulled the man roughly along to throw him in his 'time out' cell.. Closing the door right after dropping the man inside, Ter'ran jusy sat down as he sighed.. Noticing he had quite the bruises from this fight.. He didnt say anything, but a tricky smirk did stick on his face for a second or two as he saw lyle walk off.. Allowing himself to sit on the ground as he just caught more air that he finally could get. Those fights with lyle were quite exhausting, but as the troublemaker as he was.. this was just a fun game for him.

Quaritch and Ka'am returned back from their more private conversation further up, for the colonel noticed Lyle again having some bruises and a nosebleed added to that. "dont tell me you got in a fight again." Quaritch said for Ka'am just listened. "He's in his cell. He was asking for it quite literally" Lyle said before he actually walked off himself.. Still being thrown off by the compliment that Ter'ran gave.. 'what has gotten into him..' Quaritch thought, frowning. He hadnt seen Lyle so off guard in a long while.

A few hours later which had made the day turn into night already.. Ter'ran was just almost sleeping in his cell, still on the same place he sat down, the sudden noise of a door opening made him weary of his environment. Despite he was an asshole at times, he was a fighter of nature in the tribe and he was definitrly able to handle some hits.. Lyle stepped inside of the cell, grabbing Ter'ran at his arm to pull him up.. Pulling him firmly along like a real prisoner after cuffing his hands. "what are you doing?" Ter'ran just asked, making Lyle sound threatening again. "what does it look like. you're coming with me" the man said, taking him to a more secluded area in their base camp. "oh to a new cell?" Ter'ran said a bit mockingly, feeling Lyle was definitrly handling him even more rough than before.. But to his surprise, the room he was taken to this time, wasnt nessesairly a cell.

After being thrown into the room and Lyle locking it up after he got in himself, he turned to Ter'ran. "i dont know what sickening game you're playing. that thing you said.. Why" Lyle said, making Ter'ran arc an eye brow. "Said what.." "Oh you know exactly what I mean. You just said it to throw me off huh." Lyle said, making Ter'ran frown as he thought for a bit.. "I have no idea what you speak off" "Do not. Play with me like this" Lyle said, leaning close to Ter'ran who finally got the hint now.. "Ah. I see.. Didnt know it would have such a huge effect on you.. I dont know. I guess intrusive thoughts won?" Ter'ran said it so casually. "You hit me pretty damn hard against the head; maybe thats why I just said that outloud" Ter'ran said as he saw Lyle literally struggle with the information. "What... Is it the first time someone told you?" Ter'ran said for Lyle glared.. But as a silence hit.. Lyle eventually just continued to talk. "do you even mean it" Lyle asked dead serious, making Ter'ran frown. "what difference would that make?" "Just answer the goddamn question you bastard" Lyle got very forward, making Ter'ran just.. play it tricky. "Honestly. I dont know, havent decided yet" Ter'ran said with quite a big smirk on his face, making Lyle eventually just get him back in the cell.. But he jusy didnt want their conversation to be heard or listened to. And since the cell could record activities.. Lyle just didnt want that.

It didnt take long before Ter'ran was placed back on his cell, sitting comfortably on the ground as his hands were still cuffed, for just watching Lyle be so conflicted made Ter'ran himself just wonder.. It was going to be fun for sure. "I should've said that earlier.." he said in na'vi, grinning for the asshole that he was, liking to see that it completely messed Lyle up. He might not be the smartest of the clan, but his reactions were so clear, and Ter'ran knew this was going to be a fun adventure.

#lyle wainfleet #Ter'ran #lyle x ter'ran #fanfic #avatar #niku30 #emmacreatures #avatar oc

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todayisafridaynight · 11 months

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Okay I hadn't rewatched The Eye Scene in quite a while but

The absolute Symbolic Powerhouse that is this shot:

2. Jo mockingly switching to a Kansai accent for a sec? I never noticed it before but GOOD GOD. Also very cool for Tsutsumi since he's a Kansai native but never gets the opportunity to speak it, even outside of his roles.

3. This isn't even anything I just have Mine's dialogue embedded into my DNA sequence at this point, but. The similarity in how he and Jo structure the start and end of these sentences.

1.) dawg its the way he carefully cradles his hand after puncturing a bro's eye in it's fuckin with me truly and thoroughly

2.) IT IS REAL GOOD AINT IT THE BIT'S SOOOO... i actually didnt know tsutsumi was from kansai but that explains why it sounds so good the few times i've heard it

3.) it COULD be Not Anything but it also COULD be SOMETHING... like another addition to my Mine/Sawashiro cork board....

#snap chats #i just got sent a four-page comic comm info sheet so forgive me. if i seem Deceased. even more goldfish brain than usual #thats going to be a thing i have to read tomorrow morning my eyes feel so laggard rn...#in any case tho.... Eye Scene is still good.. its good Genuinely and for reasons im too inept to expand upon #and also it still makes me laugh cause fuckin anything does at this point 😭 casually pat a dude after mutilating someone stop thats comedy #lord nooo i cant keep my eyes open.. i wanted to do things tonight but then it was too cold so i couldnt draw #but now my eyes are too heavy to write anything thats laaame #and NOW my head hurts. i am simply bitching in these tags what else is new 😭#ok real my head hurts i gotta wrap it up. ty for giving me a reason to rewatch this scene like five times I Also havent seen it for a bit #every time i replay y7 i let like Max five scenes play out in full and of COURSE this is one of them #but i Also 2x haven't had the chance to replay y7 For A Bit 2x.. would def love to soon..#ok bye fr. im not beating the stereotype of saying 'good bye' and then sticking around for five hours at this rate jesus CHRIST

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malevolententity · 1 year

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m really interested to see how qsmp evolves (esp viewership) with all the new languages and CCs being added, within i assume the next 2 months. because i think the reason Why qsmp works so well is because its a server of q's friends who he knew everyone would have atleast one person of the opposite language theyd mesh with and gravitate towards.

and it being only two languages even now with the translator everyones encouraged to learn the other language and pick up new phrases and its not that daunting because its one new language. and you have 9 native speakers to help out not including the 9 (maybe less) admins who are bilingual. so adding new languages makes me wonder will trying to learn new languages actually stick? will the new CCs actually thrive on the server if they dont speak english or spanish that well? or will most viewers whos native language Is english or spanish just stick those guys and not branch out to a third language.

i think i just am worried with the new languages that we will have the same issues that everyother smp (cough epic cough dsmp cough) has where throwing a bunch of people who dont know each other into a server is how you set it/them up to fail (its honestly why i think united is going to fail but thats a different ramble). and i dont want this to fail for any of them i want this to be beautiful worthwhile experience but idk if the success of bring english speakers to spanish streams, and spanish speakers to english streams is really going to work out with people of new languages who assumedly are not good friends of q and assumedly are not going to have that smooth of an introduction from q to the other half of his audience because its not one of his languages.

i genuinely hope it works out and the new guys thrive on the server m just worried that the audience exchange we saw in the first month isnt going to be replicated to the same height/degree and what thatll mean for the new peoples drive to login

obligatory disclaimer because this is tumblr and if this gets pulled into the searches/tags: german is my second language, i at the very least am going to look at the lineup of germans when theyre announced to see if any spark an interest in picking up another streamer since its Hard imo to find german streamers who stream in german in games i like and with the regional accent and dialect i can understand and at a timezone that works with my schedule. but thats because i already know the language. the french and portuguese aint gettin me because i dont have the time or space in my brain to pick up learning a 4th and 5th language i and id say most people who are no longer sponge toddlers can not learn three extra languages and their complexities at the same time and fully understand them and be worthwhile

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dystopian-penguin · 1 year

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thoughts on culture and social media that english-speakers might wanna read

THIS IS NOT A GUILT-TRIPPING POST IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. i am merely sharing a point of view for the sake of exchange, i promise! 😁😉

americans and even first world english speakers have absolutely no idea how it feels to be fully bilingual and engage in international social media

from time to time you will find yourself in an (actually somewhat serious) identity and cultural crisis that will legitimately start to affect your mental health without you even noticing. it creeps up on you and you dont realize just how uttely lost you truly are until something happens and you spend some hours heavily engaging into your own culture and language and then it just clicks. suddenly you feel lighter, your mind more at peace. and it sometimes it can go on for months, even years, without you realizing where that disconfort is coming from. feels like there is a mist surrounding you very soul but you have the hardest fucking time putting your finger on it.

now to the part it might anger some (arguably immature) people from tumblr:

i had some serious body dysmorphia (had surgery since then, thank god), and i consider myself somewhat NB. as in, some days i feel like the girliest diamond-simping disney-like princess and the others i am the grimmiest most charmingly roughish of victorian era urchins. most days are close to a middle ground, of course

im only sharing this tidbit to really drive home the point i am trying to make: feeling far removed and disconnected from your culture can be psychologically compared to being forced to present your body/gender in a way that makes you unconfortable for prolongued periods of time

in this post i will try to pinpoint and explain the actual core of the issue, where (i believe, from an university level of understanding of the subject) everything stems from.

again, i am not making this post to guilty trip anyone, for the love of god. to the contrary, i wish social media was still dominated by my culture (long live Orkut lol). it is comfortable. there is nothing wrong with being in your confort zone (with some small moderation), no matter what tumblr tries to tell you. the human race has been struggling for 30k+ years to improve comfort. hell, id love to have that privilege of cultural prevalence in social media, aint gonna be hypocritical about it

i just wish native english speakers, in special those from the USA, kept in mind our way of speaking, our sentence conatruction, even the choice of slang translation we use. none of that is truly 100% "unpoluted". a lot of times we are trying our hardest to get to a close aproximation of our native language "personality".

tumblr and especially twitter could be a little more patient with it. its is damn fucking hard to master the flick of the switch to another language, let alone needing to change your whole manner of speaking because someone, somewhere, think you might be offending someone else, somewhere else

english speakers are fortunate that their native language became the world's Lingua Franca in a way that was natural. not "forced" like french way back when, or mandarin most recently. english flows. english is easy. i freaking love english my dudes, i literally majored in english translation. but when you dont have the need to learn a second language, it becomes, THROUGH NO FAULT OF YOUR OWN, natural to assume some text on the internet is being written under the same cultural and socio-econonical optics as you were raised in. ESL has become so commonplace, even more so for the last 5~10 years, that its nearly impossible to tell what country that person might actually be from.

and therein lies the problem: assumption. different people do things in different ways. there are some that are better and healtier than others (including from, yes, "third world" countries) there are some that are boarding inhumane (including from, yes, "first world" countries). but the massive majority? its simply different. if it works for you and your family and your peers, then it works. simple as that.

but on social media you only have text. how many feuds have been sparked because of the lack of intonation in text? everyone and theirs grandma's parrot has a story of miscommunication when texting. but when you add in manner of speech and cultural traits to it, it becomes a complicated issue

and then we ESL speakers overcorrect. even subconsciously, we start to shape ourselves to the native-english culture (mostly american, for the obvious reason called "sheer numbers"). but its not our actual culture. dont get me wrong, the more you can incorporate different points of view in your life the better. fuck, god knows how badly we need this in the world right now. nothing wrong with implementing it in your daily life and even your own "personal culture" and ways. hell, just see my spotify to understand how much i love punk rock, an initially political/cultural movement that doesnt even apply to my history 😂

but as i said, we are somewhat forced to overcorrect. and THAT causes more anxiety and anguish than people can possibly imagine. youre ESL reading this and think its not that bad, it cant possibly affect you that much?

allow me to demonstrate:

i cannot possibly expect an american (you will understand why i singled you out in a sec) to understand why is it that brazilians bore no ill will towards germany after the 7x1 or why is it that this last world cup in specificthe fault was actually on the coach and what were his strategy errors, or why the fault was on the players in 2014, or even WHY the players bevahed so, etc etc etc etc. soccer football simply isnt your culture. i only know of Tom Brady's existence cause of Gisele. Michael Jordan? 98% Space Jam, 2% the Air Jordan murders way back when. I have only a vague idea who Babe Ruth is, and keeping score in baseball sounds legit worse than quantum physics.

i cant expect you to answer the diference between bossa nova and samba, samba and axé, axé and pagode, pagode and samba, samba and tropicalia, tropicalia and bossa nova. and which group of people founded what, and why, and if it was for protest what they were protesting against. i cant expect you to know why the first election against bolsonaro in 2028 was worse than sophie's choice for the massive majority of us. and why the second in 2022 was another matter entirely. i cant expect you to know what the word "caiçara" means (or even that it exists!) and howcome its a different ethnicity than the ones simply 70km away, and a whole other ethnicity with the same word if used in another state

then why do all of us ESL people need to fully and nearly college-level understand the insane intricacies of american politics? why am i expected to view the mere fucking concept of police as evil incarnated, through the eyes of a country that has basically zero training of their force? why do i need to think and behave according to an apartheid-influenced race theory in my daily life, in my own country, when im not even from those ethinicities? why do i need to see gender pay gap and patriachism the exact same way, if the foundation of families (and labor law, lol) in my culture is nearly the opposite?

i belive, like, 90% of the people reading this by now will have clicked on what im getting at.

because for good or for worse, english is here to stay. no, chinese wont take over as Lingua Franca, not even in the bussiness world, and i could quite literally write a monography on the subject as to why. no, like, i actually can, i have an university degree in it. so yes international media is in english. that boat has sailed, that horse has been shot Inês agora é morta

ESL speakers obviously know that. we had to adapt to it.

but how much before "adapting" becomes "submissive"? well, i dont know the precise answer but id wage around 6~7 bus stops ago

so all i ask if that native english speakers consider that as well. we adapted, so can you. we are speaking your language, yes. we are engaging in your culture as well along with it.

but its almost 2023. isnt it time to realize that the culture of speaking english might not be only yours anymore? 😉😝

we try to stay away from everything that is widly known as offensive, obviously. most people know where The Line TM stands for most english speaking cultures. i hardly see a quid pro quo in this, but as i stated before, i dont expect people from other cultures to understand the intricacies of mine. everyone is subject to commiting a faux pas, everyone here is human ffs.

the issue is that i see native english speakers being actively but gently corrected on an honest mistake, aaaaaand then doubling down on it under the argument "this is english speaking media". or worse, an ESL person also commiting an honest mistake but then being canceled for all eternity because it didnt fit the english cultural optics.

social media is for all. english now is, like it or not, for all. we ESL folks dont mean to offend. and more: lot of faux pas are not even offensive to us at all in translation. and theres some english expressions that sound wrong to our ears but we let it slide

i think its high time we all come together to a middle ground yes? we are willing to learn, we have been for quiiiiiite a while. but maybe, juuuust maybe, not every different way of speaking in english and point of view should be considered "problematic" if it comes from a diferent cultural optic, hmmmm?

as for the culture-privation anguish i started this with? well, if you spend so much time trying to pretend to change your very principles for the sake of not being unjustly attacked by internet strangers, it will no doubt cause anxiety (to put it fucking mildly).

do a "going back home" session. take an afternoon to actively engage in music and media from your country. no social media involved. im willing to bet with the craziness thats our world, whatever language you speak shit is utterly chaos there as well. meditate on the messages of the lyrics and the plots of the series/movies/books and everything else in it. no need to go on a full monastery-like deep dive, or even to do it super frequently. it aint court-mandated therapy, relax.

but you may have gotten much more lost on that path away from your roots than you first realized. and stopping to find your way back, even if for a couple of hours, will do your mental health so much good.

as for the english speakers, just try to keep in mind the point of view i have exposed 😉

no need to agree, no need to change. hell, truthfully no need to even keep in mind if you dont want to, i suppose. but not everyone shares you issues, strenghts, and optics. not everyone has the same life story, or even history.

and remember: at the end of the day we are all the same species, sharing the same planet. we have more in common than you think 😉

#jesus fuck how do you even tag this?#probably under: things that will get ignored cause of my pitiful amount of followers 😂#if anyone has any tagging sugestion im all ears #my stuff #my writting #just so i can find later lol

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99raritah · 2 years

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alastor rant

why isnt there a single black character in hazbin hotel i get that theyre all non-human but duuuude even alastor, the only one who really has a natural skin colour and is CANONICALLY MIXED RACE is always drawn as appearing white and ashy.

hes mixed race creole, but almost always drawn as white, usually in his human artwork. i also think that this is pretty fucking stupid vvv

i aint gonna get into all the stuff around it, cause it aint my place to talk about it since i dont know much about it, but the creature is from native folklore. alastor aint a part of/descended from any of the natives that believed in it, so why would you tie him to them??? just do some research and find some neat cryptids/legends from where hes from. it isnt that hard duuuuuude

#mine

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sublimeobservationarcade · 4 months

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Why Do Men Feel The Need To Kill?

I was thinking about the current state of world affairs, with wars in Ukraine and The Middle East raging. Casting my mind back to the recent global pandemic – remember that? Folk were worried about dying from Covid and governments were doing their best to help their citizens. It was not perfect but there was a caring concern at the top of most people’s priorities. Since then, we have the old economic imperative reasserting its dominance over our lives via inflation and the central bankers' monetary policy hammer. Mister Putin thought that it would, also, be a good time for his Russian forces to invade the rest of Ukraine. Then the putrid sore that was the Israelis’ treatment of the Palestinians flared up via Hamas killing and abducting hostages en masse. Now, we have lots of men killing each other with their tanks and their bombs. Drones are the flavour of the month too, with these high tech toys of death dropping bombs on those down below. Pushing buttons and sending missiles to rain down destruction upon the guilty and the innocent indiscriminately. Why do men feel the need to kill? “Sociologists will tell you that the tendency for men to be more violent than women is a result of traditional gender roles, such that in many cultures boys are raised to believe it’s important for them to be dominant and competitive, while girls are raised to be more nurturing and gentle. Evolutionary psychologists, however, would say that it has more to do with our evolved sex differences and the fact that males have historically competed for status and access to females.” - (https://www.sciencefocus.com/the-human-body/why-are-most-murders-rapes-and-violent-crimes-committed-by-men)

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Men Killing For Power

Mercenaries, soldiers, terrorists, and freedom fighters are all names for men who get to do the same sort of violent activities. Yes, there probably are a few women in the mix but predominantly it’s a guy thing. Killing other human beings. Shooting bullets into lives and ending them. It is a power grab thing. It begins with politics and the machinations of the grab for power over others. It can end with bully boys pointing their guns at those they don’t agree with. White supremacy is a power thing too. Keeping the n****** down. The colonial recent past where the white man brought civilisation to the savage natives. The blue eyed, white skinned Jesus fiction. The Christian smokescreen for an exploitative power grab. There are dumb folk out there who still believe this BS about the superiority of the white race.

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Pretending To Kill In Every American Movie

Have you ever noticed that just about every American movie has someone with a gun in it? Gun violence appears to be the number one fantasy of the American public. No matter the genre, a gun is always proffered as the answer. Most people in their real lives have little to do with guns. What is the big wet dream about toy guns in the movies? Guns and killing with them are portrayed as sexy. You have to say that is one sick fantasy. If you dig down into sex its actually about procreation at its biological core. A gun is a weapon designed to make killing easier. WTF? This American obsession with guns is a distortion of something fundamental in life. Why do men feel the need to kill? Is it because only women carry new life into the world? Is it some f***** up jealousy thing? Man the destroyer? Woman the creator? If American civilisation is crumbling, what will they be remembered for? Probably their guns.

Getting Young Men To Do The Killing In Wars They send very young men to war. They do this because these youngsters aint so good at thinking for themselves about important stuff. Younger guys are easier led. Peer group pressure is more easily manipulated to achieve the aims of the organisation. Getting guys to kill for their country or cause is what it is all about. Older men, who might be fathers, are not going to so readily pull the trigger. Life looms larger in the shadows of a co-creator. I studied ancient history, the ancient Greeks and Romans, and the accounts of their soldiers and leaders are strikingly familiar to our modern day equivalents. We have not really come very far when you get down to it. Several thousand years may have passed but we are still sending young guys to war. You know plenty of soldiers join up out of boredom and in search of a more exciting life. Travel to exotic places and kill people! I can see the tourist brochure. Not many of us think too deeply about stuff at the best of times.

U.S. President Donald Trump at the 101st by U.S. Department of Agriculture is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0 Old Men Point The Finger Old men make the final decisions about who gets killed most times. Our political leaders are invariably grey haired guys. Thinning on top and further away from the start than their demise. The Putin’s and the Trump’s. The Netanyahu’s and the Morrison’s. Old autocrats who firmly believe in the assertion of power. Why do men feel the need to kill? The competitive urge for ever more power at the expense of others? Old men make the bullets and get the young to fire them. High tech warfare is all the rage in the 21C. Drones and missile systems. Push button killing. Blowing up homes and the lives of the innocent – collateral damage. The Israelis are wiping out Gaza. Already, some 25, 000 Palestinians have been killed. Israeli settlers are getting ready to move in and colonise what was once Gaza. They talk about what is written in The Torah and the original name for this part of Israel. This is the trouble with religious belief, the adherents think that the answers are in an old book. No one and nobody else matters but the word of God. The Old Testament is full of violent and righteous Jews. This is why the Christian Nationalists in America love that book more than the wimpy gospels in the New Testament. They can grab one of the 600 million guns and waive it around threateningly ready to smite their enemy. Some lefty liberal with questionable morals. Evangelicals may sin but they don’t proudly rub it in your face. They don’t write children’s books about their secret perversions to be put on display in the local library. God damn those multiplying acronyms LGBTQIA.

The Socially Conservative Smokescreen Russia is a controlling socially conservative place where immoral crimes can land you in prison. The Russian Orthodox Church is firmly behind Mister Putin and his imperialistic expansion. They spin a tale, a false narrative, of Ukrainian moral decay to justify the war and Russia’s invasion. There are parallels with the lies and distortions spread by the GOP Trump cult about their political opponents. Making up stories that demonise ‘the other’ for the purposes of galvanising political support. The politics of grievance rules America and the world in the 21C. Fascists are employing bully boy tactics and brandishing their guns. The strong man is back in town to impose socially conservative rules upon the people. Sin must be put back into the shadows and out of the sunlight. Bronze age beliefs about sexuality, gender, family, and God are to be reimposed upon us. Fox News is trumpeting the message about ‘woke’ being the sheep’s clothing for a socialist take over. Critical Race Theory is one of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. Meanwhile, the grifters are taking your money under the cover of this ideological smokescreen. Corporate America in its concentrated oligarchic rentier brilliance is sucking every greenback it can from the population. It has SCOTUS in its pocket with justices bought and paid for. Clarence Thomas and the Trump appointees do the bidding of the highest bidder. Women’s reproductive rights have been horse traded to the religious right for their electoral support. The progressive policies of the late 20C are now under attack, as the right seeks to take back America for the privileged white. Big Business wants regulatory frameworks to be watered down for greater profits. They call this a backlash.

Photo by Sawyer Sutton on Pexels.com Killing To Control Why do men feel the need to kill? January 6th, 2021, at the Capital was full of murderous intent. This was no peaceful protest; this was an insurrection. Police officers died and many were seriously injured defending the Capital. Angry Americans storming the seat of government and smashing things and people. Righteous anger manipulated by a conman, Donald J Trump, and his MAGA co-conspirators. Whipped into a frenzy by the messaging and social media. These folk were urged to “fight like hell” by Trump. Hundreds of them are now in prison having been prosecuted for their crimes. We wait for the wheels of justice to turn upon the ring leader. I wonder whether wealth and power ever gets served the justice it deserves in the United States of America. We will all have to wait and see. Robert Sudha Hamilton is the author of Money Matters: Navigating Credit, Debt, and Financial Freedom. ©HouseTherapy

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