I hope that one day I will make a post as iconic as "o the pelican"
If my grandma read this she'd have another stroke
Natalie Dorner and a clone of the former.
I'm sure she's worked hard for her wealth 
Speak for yourself, I NEVER encounter this shit in real life organizing
(because I don't go outside)
They would vote for Michelle Obama in a heartbeat
Have they tried calling it "lobbying"?
Surprised the Greens abstained. Wonder why. They've been ass-kissing the zionazis like crazy.
Like even the most delusional nafo dogs of empire have to see there's no way for 55 year old under equipped conscripts to take Moscow, right?
I don't like the part where they want to go all in on fossil fuels.
I mean I don't like any part of it, but climate change is the one issue where I'm pro harm reduction please
The thought of being remembered for something so bland and boring is weirdly scary to me. Maybe Felix was on to something when he talked about how settler-colonialism hollows out your soul and kills any culture, creativity or national identity you might've otherwise had. 
Edit: 🔻 🔻 🔻 🔻 🔻 SETTLER DOWN 🔻 🔻 🔻 🔻 🔻
I don't know if asking for likes is against hexbear rules but it would be so freaking funny if the IDF refusing Swiftie post ratio'd the country of Israel itself, the reply is only 600 likes off.
https://twitter.com/arxxxxmand/status/1714991572612432346
Rare stan twitter W, also you can tell the real Swifties by them @'ing Tree Paine, Taylor's head of PR iirc
https://www.vice.com/en/article/gyazzj/meet-the-taylor-swift-stan-who-went-to-jail
Posting this partly because it's classic lore and partly because I was an actual stan twitter Swiftie at the time and not only that, I was friends with this girl and had met her irl when she went to prison.
She was an Israeli communist and while she was in prison, she'd write notes that her friend would post to twitter. I don't remember much of what she said about her time in prison but I do remember that she apparently got laid a lot while in there, so good for her.
Our friend group drifted apart over the years and I'm not in contact with her anymore. The story has gone viral a few times since then and I've seen a lot of upvoted comments say that it's fake and the girl was actually from Michigan or some shit?
I'm here to tell you that no, this girl was real, she was from Israel (I distinctly remember her having to quit a skype call because of a bomb alarm) and she really did go to prison for refusing to join the IDF. I remember her tweeting in hebrew on her main account and repeatedly posting pro-Palestine stuff. This story is 100% real and I can confirm it to you first-hand.
Also fun fact: "LegitTayUpdates" was a bit account. It was not a "real" update account that would post paparazzi shots with real things Taylor did today, it was mainly Swiftie shitposting. The content was not too dissimilar of c/taylorswift, honestly. Maybe that's why people thought the prison thing was fake? But no, that really did happen, she texted us about it ahead of time as well.
90% of her twitter is complaining about tankies and the uyghurs and the authoritarianism
someone in the comments says "im cuban and castro was not a real communist"
retweeted something about how can china eradicate poverty when people in hong kong live in tiny homes
I dunno, if the person with the most similar political development on Youtube was freaking Shoe0nhead, that would probably make me want to rethink my beliefs.
Like, there's non-tankie leftists online like hbomb, philosophytube, big joel, the chapos, contrapoints, hasanabi, but they talk about actual fucking left-wing ideals, the injustices in the present day and what could be done to fix them. They don't turn their entire online presence into "im one of the good lefties, not like these evil tankies, im one of the good and reasonable ones"
It's pretty obvious if you pay attention.
Cause she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers
Swift is mocking the ruling class and presenting herself as the average, relatable worker left behind.
And you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven’t seen it in a while since she brought you down
You say you’re fine I know you better than that
Hey what you doing with a girl like that
She masterfully illustrates how much good the means of production could do for the world and how the very machinery itself is being over-exploited to the point of breaking down. Not only does she comment on how the people of the town are being deprived of the light, but that the light itself is being diminished by the bourgeoisie.
Can’t you see that I’m the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can’t you see
You belong with me
Standing by waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know baby
You belong with me
You belong with me
You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me
Another well-placed jab at the owning class, Swift points out that the bourgeoisie usually doesn't even understand the things they own and are relying on the workers to actually operate machinery and produce value. Despite this, they are being left at the proverbial backdoor while the owners take front and center, hoarding wealth and media attention for things they didn't earn.
I fully support her message that the means of production do absolutely belong with the working class.
As we all know, Taylor Swift released her first, self-titled album at the age of 16 on October 24th in 2006.
The album is distinctly more country-flavored than her later music and attentive listeners will notice a very real and totally authentic rural accent which mysteriously disappeared as early as her 2nd album, Fearless.
The debut album didn't have any massive hits, it was before her breakthrough, but its most popular songs are definitely Our Song (which has the most 2000s video ever made, she looks like an actual barbie doll) and the charmingly corny Teardrops On My Guitar. While with her later albums, I usually like about 90% of songs (except Reputation but we don't talk about that), the debut album is 50/50 for me. If you want my personal hipster "I-liked-Taylor-Swift-before-she-was-cool" songs, it's definitely Picture To Burn and probably I'm Only Me When I'm With You.
Taylor Swift has never been an outstanding vocalist, and this was especially true when 15/16-year-old Taylor recorded the debut album. Her voice is kinda thin and you can hear her struggling to hit higher notes, but it makes it all the more endearing. The album doesn't have nearly the same mainstream appeal that her later albums had, but it was all the more authentic and the roots of what made her so popular, her ability to put her feelings on paper and make her audience relate to her, are already there.
To love Taylor Swift, the album, you kinda already have to love Taylor Swift, the singer. I hope she does remake it, she's sung a bunch of the songs from it as bonus songs on the current eras tour so it's not like she's trying to sweep it under the rug.
Fun Fact 1: There exists an original version of Picture To Burn where instead of "So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy, that's fine, you won't mind if I say..." she sings "that's fine, I'll tell mine you're gay." If you read the comments, you'll find a lot of gay Swifties asking her to bring that version back.
Fun Fact 2: Drew, the guy who she wrote Teardrops On My Guitar about, went on to be arrested for child abuse a couple years later. Dodged a bullet there, Taytay!
I haven't played Dead by Daylight in a long time but I just read up on the new killers that have released since I stopped and I just have to share this.
DbD was never known for its great writing, but their previous OCs were, I'd say, competently written usually. But this one, the "Skull Merchant", has the most amateurishly bad backstory I have ever seen in a decently successful game and I am genuinely baffled as to how this could happen.
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The self-made millionaire Adriana Imai came from a humble home in Fortaleza, Brazil. Her father, Seita, moved to Brazil as a young man, hoping to see a side of the world completely different than his hometown in Hokkaido. A talented illustrator, he spent his spare time designing colourful characters and worlds.
While sketching patrons of a local jazz club, he was approached by Belinda, the owner, to work on a logo. What began as a business partnership soon became a romantic one, and within a couple of years, Adriana was born.
Adriana excelled in all facets of education. A house full of art and music honed a brilliant mind, and her intelligence was only exceeded by her obsessive drive to be the best. While scoring at the top of every class, she was often on the receiving end of disciplinary action due to her overly competitive, and sometimes violent, nature during schoolyard games.
Adriana’s mother did her best to keep her on the right track, but her father was increasingly absent as his own obsessive drive ramped up: Adi Valente, a manga about a young girl who saves and protects the weak with her quirky robot companion. Despite working long hours at a canning facility and writing his manga in his spare time, he somehow managed a little time every night to share his wild and highly imaginative illustrations with his daughter.
By middle school, Adriana was courted by a fancy private school due to her high performance, and, needing money, Seita spoke to publishers about his unpublished manuscripts. He managed to find a small local publisher to carry Adi Valente, but it meant more work than he could handle. He eventually lost his job at the cannery, giving him more time to develop and illustrate his series.
Adriana loved the manga, but the family was forced into hard times.
In her final semester, Seita requested higher royalties, but the publishing company went into administration and decided to cut the series. No longer able to afford the school fees, Adriana was pulled out of the elite academy where she was at the top of her class. Belinda was able to negotiate her graduation, but another student was able to take her place at the head of the class. Adriana was furious. On summer break, she learned everything about her rival: where he lived, where he hung out, what he liked to do in his spare time, what he listened to, what he watched, everything. She even stalked him on his way home one late summer evening and considered the myriad ways she could ruin his life. But, in the end, she did nothing, though something awakened within her and she felt like the anti-hero in a new story her father had been exploring.
Seita retreated further into himself and began producing this newer, darker manga, inspired by his visions and nightmares. A manga about a woman who hunts and guts the weak in a nightmarish realm with drones made of salvaged skulls and bones. But unable to sell this manga, Sonhadores Sombrios, the family became solely reliant on Belinda’s income.
Adriana, looking for ways to make her own money, started a website dedicated to the world of Brazilian manga. It became a runaway success and significant advertising dollars started to roll in. She realized she had no real interest in writing for it, though, so she convinced other kids to write for it for free while the money flooded in. The second she got an offer she sold the site and never looked back.
Proud of her accomplishment, she came home to show her parents the cheque. She never got a chance to show her father, though. He walked out the door that morning, never to return, leaving only a stack of unpublished manuscripts about The Skull Merchant mercilessly hunting those she deemed worthy of her efforts.
To help her mother, Adriana began to study at the library, teaching herself investment and economics, and soon tripled her money. By the age of 18, barely with a high school degree, she had already become a self-made millionaire. As stories of this investment wunderkind spread across Brazil, more and more doors opened for her.
Before long, she had the kind of money that allowed her to buy small companies—companies that she would gut, replace with non-union workers, and sell at a profit. The only breaks she took from her corporate obsession was to pore over her father’s manuscripts, trying to understand this chilling world he had created.
By her mid 20’s, she was regularly flipping companies. While finalizing on a real estate firm, two members of the board moved to block the sale, pointing to the trail of hollowed-out husks she left in her wake. Adriana was frustrated. It took her weeks to find out who the holdouts were, but once she did, she thought about how it would feel to hurt them.
She learned everything about the directors. Stalked their every move. Manipulated them into attending a conference in Switzerland. And, while on retreat in the Alps, she made her move. Inspired by The Skull Merchant, and feeling something within demanding expression, she tracked them with a prototype drone, and brutally dismembered them with a cruel two-bladed weapon. The rush of emotion and adrenaline was unlike anything she had ever experience before. And the company was hers!
Thus began an unsettling cycle. Swoop in on a business, destroy anyone standing in her way, and gut the company for maximum profit. She targeted companies with larger-than-life CEOs and hoped one would present a challenge. None ever did. They just ‘disappeared’ unremarkably.
An aggressive manager of a fireworks company, known for his “survival tours,” was her last target, right at home in Brazil.
Survival tours… a perfect cover.
Adriana lured him to a decommissioned airship hangar.
The hunt started at dawn and went the distance, with her still tracking him well into the evening. Locating him, she used one of her drones to direct him to a dead end, when a pair of kites suddenly appeared on camera, and the feed died. Her face hardened. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she slammed her laptop shut and charged to where the drone had crashed. There she found her prey reaching out to someone in the growing dark for help.
Witnesses.
Not part of the plan!
Without a second to lose, she plunged her blade through his stomach, exposing meat, bone, and a dying heart. The vitiated body staggered left and right, sending a shower of red over the green foliage. As her victim collapsed with a thud she turned to the young witnesses. Wrong place, wrong time. They broke into a sprint. She gave chase, her blades thirsting for more blood. The lush green of the trees melted into a thick black fog. Real life warped into something like Sonhadores Sombrios. A sick grin crept across her face as she rushed forward to begin a new chapter in her life.
He's using the fucking Sneako collage too, this is amazing. I never heard of unironic Lysenkoists outside of hexbear bits, just magnificent to see one in the wild. I'm gonna get "Mendeloid" tattoo'd on my forehead.
Edit: Also a bold move to include moistcritikal in this collage, he's quite popular among the "apolitical gamer" crowd.
I personally find them boring but I can still recognize them as good games