[ID: A four-panel fan comic for Undertale. It has an entirely black background with white panel borders. In the first panel, Frisk is looking down, indignant, with their eyes closed. Behind them, floating in a black void and screaming furiously, is Chara. Chara looks identical to frisk except for a few small differences. Chara shouts: “That treacherous bastard!” In the second panel, Frisk looks determined, and Chara has gotten closer. Chara is grinning, and their eyes are bright red. Chara says, “Let’s go back and beat that smiling cheater.” The third panel shows Frisk in close-up and profile, their eyes closed in a thoughtful expression. The fourth panel shows a close-up of Sans, smiling at the camera. In both the third and second panel, Chara tries to get Frisk’s attention with a voiceover, calling “Frisk? Frisk?” End ID]
Under a cut because it’s a long, incoherent rant about my extended family and one specific group of morons who broke the law and went and spent time with my grandparents yesterday.
It was my grandmother’s birthday yesterday. I guess I haven’t seen her for a couple months which isn’t so bad since I usually only see her every month or so. Her and my pop. They live about a half hour from my parents and I live another 2.5 hours from them. I was good and gave her a call around dinner time to wish her a happy birthday and we talked for fifteen minutes and then she had to hang up on me because her dinner had arrived.
So. Dinner comes in the form of my vapid aunt by marriage to my mum’s youngest brother. I hate this woman and her entire family at this point and am already working out how never to have to see them again.
Why? They’re been the worst of my mum’s family for the last decade. They manipulate my grandparents and it’s increasingly clear they are positioning themselves to get more of the inheritance. They’re selfish and self-centered, notoriously, so this shouldn’t surprise anyone and it doesn’t even really upset me. I don’t need any of the inheritance, whatever. Watched that shit burn my dad’s family to bits fifteen years ago.
Part of that manipulation is being the family to step up and help my grandparents during isolation. Cooking meals and picking up groceries and shit like that. Which they proceeded to brag about and show off on our family facebook chat and then demand money. Not request, or ask nicely. But basically say, we’re doing more than you guys (because, mind you, they live the closest) so you have to pay for it. I didn’t. Neither did my other aunt. And we got publicly shamed for it.
Now here’s the thing. This family is big. Parents, four kids, two married with live in husbands, two grandkids. All in one house. And they’re dumb. And they live in my state’s hotspot for covid. So as this is playing out my main concern is my grandparent’s health and it’s becoming increasingly clear that this dumbfuck family are either too dumb to understand the risks, or too selfish. My grandparents needed bread and milk and I stuck my hand up and said I’d get right on it. My plan was to drive the 3 hours down, dump it on their doorstep, then drive the three hours back. I am the lowest risk member of the extended family. I live alone. I have been leaving my house once a week for food and that’s that. My regional city hasn’t had an outbreak. Let me do this. I’ve explained the risks, even though they’re small, I’m happy to make the risk even smaller.
I’m steamrolled and told that I’m basically not welcome, and the dumbfuck family will take care of it.
I left the family chat after that. And had a row with my family who seem to understand that I am right and that the dumbfuck’s involvement was definitely increasing the risk where it did not need to be increased.
Now, this was about a month ago. I made my peace with it. I still called my grandparents every week. Then I found out that in the midsts of all this, three members of the dumbfuck family had gone to hospital. No idea if it was extended stays, or what. They’re hypochondriacs. They’re fine now. But I can guess there were at least a couple of overnight stays, and I can guess everyone went in to visit. I can also guess it was a hospital that was/is treating covid. So the risk goes up again.
I’m also assuming they’re not doing great at the isolation (I wouldn’t be either in a house of 10 people) as it sounds like they’re doing daily shops and I would bet they’re hanging out with friends. The risk goes up a lot more.
Then last night, after I’m hung up on by my grandmother, I’m wondering what she got for dinner. I’m sad. I have some drinks because fuck it.
And two hours later I get a missed facetime from them. They don’t know how to facetime. I wasn’t even sure if their phone could do it. Yet another thing I would have loved to have fixed but couldn’t because it wasn’t worth the risk. I trying calling back three times and then eventually they call me and it’s my beautiful, little old grandmother’s face. She is happy to see me and I’m happy to see her and she looks well and in the space of a 37 second call, I wish her happy birthday and then get flipped around to see a number of the DUMBFUCK FUCKING FAMILY OF FUCKWIT SELFISH CUNTS in my grandparent’s house. I’m drunk and probably still happy to have seen my grandmothers so I say a joyous hello to them and then I’m hung up on.
Here’s a thing I did not find out until later. One of the daughters got tested (negative result) for the virus a few weeks ago. It was in the group chat I’d left. She’s literally the only person I know who has had the test, and when she got it, it had to have been because she a direct link to a probably positive.
But anyway. I’m guessing 4-10 members of the dumbfuck family went to my grandparent’s house and spend more than two hours there, sharing a meal, and teaching them how to facetime. At the moment, where I live, this is against the law. I could dob them in and they’d likely get a visit or call from police and warned not to do this thing that everyone knows is against the fucking law.
So. Can it be that they’re so dumb, after all my explaining, after the endless online and tv explaining about how this risk grows, they just don’t comprehend it? Or could they be so selfish as to decide it was worth the risk of infecting my over-80s grandparents? At this point do I care or do I just go and set their house on fire?
Anyway, all of this sunk in and I flung off texts to my sisters and parents. The most sympathetic sister called me and we drunk talked for over an hour. I was crying, I was struggling to talk, I don’t know how obvious it was. She agrees with my assessment of increased risk but she doesn’t seem to know what to do with it. The rest of the family ignored me.
I then took a big gamble and shot off a facebook message to my mum’s other sister and my cousin. I needed to see if I was nuts but they were on the same page as me, thank god. They’ve asked me to call my grandparents and try to talk some sense into them. Which I’m going to try to do but I’m terrified.
I’m potentially causing a big family drama that could hurt my grandparents to try to shut down the 1 in 100,000 risk they get sick from the dumbfucks. It’s making me doubt myself. But then the selfishness that underlies it is also there. The face I think this family are willfully putting my grandparents at risk for money. I wonder if I could pay them off. You know, here’s a million bucks, don’t go near them again.
So there’s a rant. I don’t know if there’s anyone even left out there that will read it but I needed it out of my head.
During WWI, the word “fuck” was used too often, it was considered noteworthy when someone didn’t use it. E.g., “Get your fucking rifles,” was considered routine, whereas “Get your rifles,” implied urgency and danger.
Another amazing month of Whumptober has come and gone. Everything I posted this year has strictly been on AO3, but I figured a post here would help people find my work! The theme this year follows my book characters - demigods and gods - through their Hellish lives. @whumptober2021
The Wolf-God’s Daughter-guns, rape mention, hog-tied, painful transformation, whump of a minor
Lightning’s Wrath-character deaths, blood, suicide mention, whump of a minor, decapitation, choking, electrocution
Don’t Let Me Die Here- burning, knives, blood, waterboarding, breaking bones, familial abuse, major character death, whump of a minor
In the Temple of my Father-familial abuse, slow torture, branding, cauterization, fire, whump of a minor
i think star trek should write an in universe reason why some series don’t have swearing and some do. make it a universal translator glitch or something.
the captain of each ship can turn the swears on or off when they want to
Kirk would have kept the swears on but any ship carrying Dr. Leonard McCoy is required by Starfleet regulations to turn them off
couple of silly old memes’ redraws with Graves’ family (and one random buhru guy)
translations: 1 - i’’ll summarize, guys the year passed, the dreams came true (you) haven’t died - already damn great (you) haven’t got killed - fucking awesome
2 - my lil’ cunt (afectionate)
p.s. with a little help from @vaguely-concerned i figured ms. graves’ name would be molly
anyway to reiterate cuz some people still want to act confused: TSA are not “service workers” cops are not “service workers” they are not your working class allies they are the FEDS and their priority is to protect property for rich white people lmao they will happily tear gas and beat the shit out of striking workers and protestors while their fascist little police “union” covers up any and all misconduct, shootings, police brutality, and stands in the way of all abolition efforts. hell, even the slightest reform efforts. literally just google “police union” and you will find hundreds of articles about how they excuse and defend all police misconduct and incidents of brutality. while rates of union membership have dropped by half nationally since the early 1980s, to 10 percent, higher membership rates among police unions give them resources they can spend on campaigns and litigation to block reform. a single New York City police union has spent more than $1 million on state and local races since 2014. all of this while they violently suppress any and all of YOUR efforts to unionize and strike for better pay or working conditions. stop licking the boot and doing free PR for a fuckin terrorist organization
Sascha’s been around mobsters and rough characters her whole life and has a very advanced vocabulary for her age. Roman thinks it’s hilarious hearing her cussing in her little kid voice, but the calls from her teachers are getting tiresome.
Sascha: Dads said I can swear, just not at school. *intense whisper* But that’s where I need to the most.
She has to save it up all day until her driver picks her up.
halim has loved prince darius since he was a young boy. he thinks the prince is kind, and beautiful, and has kind, beautiful eyes.
but halim is just a servant.
he is not of noble birth or bearing. he was a servant in the kitchen, always watching, always waiting for adventure to come looking for him. one day, when halim is not even ten years old, the whole palace is in an uproar because emperor ordered them all to bring him his son, and the prince is missing. they can’t find him anywhere. but halim is always watching, so he slips out of the kitchens and into the gardens. so much of persia is sand, but within the palace gardens it’s impossible to know that. it’s green, and lush, and the prince’s very favorite place in the whole world.
adults are running through and yelling, and halim doesn’t want to get in trouble, so he waits. once the coast is clear, he darts into the gardens and goes running to the tall tree in the corner, and gets to climbing. in less than a minute he’s reached the top, and finds himself face to face with the prince.
prince darius is his age, and he’s sitting on a branch, hugging his knees to his chest. pale little green tree frogs with brown stripes down their sides cover the branches and the prince, on his shoulders and head and knees.
“people are looking for you, my prince,” halim says.
“i do not wish to be found,” he answers, voice scratchy and eyes red from crying.
halim doesn’t have many thoughts about the emperor. but he knows he loves his prince. so he disregards the emperors orders and says, “okay. do you want me to leave?”
there’s a long moment where prince darius just stares at him, then he slowly shakes his head and reaches out a hand. “no. will you sit with me?”
halim takes his prince’s hand.
after this, prince darius demands that halim be made his personal servant. it’s his job to dress the prince, to bring him meals, to stand by his side at official functions and fetch his carriage and look after his horse. more than anything else, it’s his job to be the prince’s friend.
it’s a job he does gladly.
they grow up together. years pass and the prince grows handsome, and stays kind, and halim never learns how to stop loving him. instead his love only grows. he has been the personal servant to the prince for ten tears, and he thinks of him every second, would kill and die for him, and every inch of him is in love with his prince.
holy shit Clemson House - the building the Fox Tower is based off of - is set for implosion tomorrow, how extreme, Wymack would never
“The Clemson House will be imploded at 8:30am on Sunday, December 3, 2017. CUPD will be onsite to stop traffic along Hwy 93 before the implosion. Traffic will resume after the “all clear” is given.
