Hey, Psyop Asses Who Keep Coming Into My Fucking Comments And Inbox, I Have One Question And If You Can

Hey, Psyop asses who keep coming into my fucking comments and inbox, I have one question and if you can answer it effectively, I'll straight up shut the fuck up.

What's your plan, to prevent Trump from not only sending larger amounts of aid to Israel, but also to prevent him from criminalizing LGBTQ+ people's existence, deporting even natural born citizens of immigrant families he deems not white American enough, stripping social security and medicare funds, etc.?

Like what's the plan homies, how are we stopping the fascist dictator from being a fascist dictator?

Protests aren't effective on his behavior, while Harris and Biden have inched further toward at least voicing sympathy and taking action toward supporting Palestinian civilians, (just look it the fuck up, it's like two google searches, yes they still support Israel but they did attempt to halt bomb shipments and they do continue to push for a ceasefire and Palestine's recognition as a state.) he's outright said he thinks he should be allowed to give the word to send in the military to kill, arrest, and deport all protestors regardless of decorum.

Boycotting isn't effective if you aren't already spending the money on his backers, and something tells me most of us Aren't a big fan of donating to christofascist organizations or dumping any money that isn't absolutely necessary into oil executives and mega conglomerates' pockets, so that's not really super useful in this instance.

Violent revolution is An Option, I suppose, sure, but leftists on average own less firearms and have less survival, and combat experience than the right, of which make up most of our police force and military, and believe it or not we actually don't outnumber both the right, and moderate crowd who would rally against us for that violence, not even mentioning the hefty amount of disabled and chronically ill people you'd be throwing to the wolves to either die of lack of care or be outright targeted in this brand new violent 'utopia' you've built, OR the amount of actual fascists who will see that violent revolution as an excuse to go out and murder as many marginalized people as they can, regardless of their participation in your revolution.

So what the fuck is the plan, when Trump wins, if you decide not to vote??

"Well what's YOUR plan for stoping aid to genocide if Harris wins??"

I'm so glad you asked!

I've already started campaigning on a grassroots level for city officials, congressmen, and senators in my area who have spoken out against Zionism, I plan to get public opinion on them up so that when midterms happen, I have a better chance of actually electing someone I fully agree with and who can help push our presidential cabinet into doing better. I already voted for a regent of university who made student's right to civil disobedience and protection against excessive police force a large part of his platform, and city council members who campaigned for police reform in the form of a more stringent application and screening process, and a longer training period that includes sensitivity training and civil education testing.

I participate in and organize pro Palestinian protests, and make graphic materials to help spread public awareness of who to effectively boycott and who to donate to in order to help.

I am in the process of sorting through Democratic National Committee backers, to find those that are Zionist, and their businesses, to effectively organize a boycott that will Directly pull money out of the democrat party's pockets and continue to put pressure on all of them to actually make changes.

I regularly, as in almost daily, send emails to my senators, congressmen, and the Whitehouse, making my expectations for my government representatives clear, of which I actually have gotten a few non-automated replies on the state level, expressing their understanding of those expectations.

So again. What the fuck. Is your plan. For if Trump wins? You gonna sit on the ground and cry some more about not getting your way Right Now with no actual effort on your part? While millions lose their lives and livelihoods?

You have to actually understand our fucking government, and understand that your vote isn't supposed to be a tool for picking the candidate that will fix everything Right Now, it's a tool to pick the candidate most likely to make changes based on your other actions of resistance. Not voting, or splitting the vote, does not fucking help anyone except for the actual fascist dictator who will win if we don't unify, and the far-right Israeli leaders (among OTHER far-right world leaders,) he shows complete and utter full support for without even an Ounce of criticism outside of "I think they should be doing worse."

Get the fuck up and vote. It's the LEAST you can fucking do. Stop doomsaying and actually put in some god damn effort.

What would happen if Adam hurt his back again?

Probably end up with more metal in his spine tbh

And Robin would definitely refuse to let him be alone again. Service Dog it is.

had a (maybe) quick question, in your story with the couple of times Adam has become disappointed in his kids, with the Carolina’s, Adam was in a wheelchair

I’d assume there’s some type of way for him to get up and down from the 1st floor to the 2nd floor. Is there one of those elevators rich people houses have or is it a ramp?

It was a ramp, which he didn’t use often. He was still able to teleport, after all, and whichever family member was nearby could teleport with him as well if needed!

Does Robin have a period like a lot of other women? I’m sorry if this is a bit of a weird question

She does not! Robin and Adam do not have human organs :)

I am having THOUGHTS ABOUT MANY THINGS!!!

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Imagine being bitten in a Zombie Apocalypse.

Imagine your body rotting, but your brain remains intact.

Imagine hoping that a Survivor will notice that you’re not like the mindless ones, but hoping they’ll kill you at the same time.

Imagine finding someone you knew before— a friend, a partner, a family member. Imagine them hesitating to kill you.

Imagine them noticing that you’re still there, in pain and in agony beneath your own rotting corpse— because the virus may have gotten your body and fried your instincts, but your mind and your memories are still there.

Imagine being unable to control yourself for *months*.

Imagine, through sheer determination, you bend the virus to your will so you don’t hurt the one you love.

You can’t control yourself around strangers, but you can do it for them.

Imagine forcing the virus to turn its hunger towards raw animal meat instead of humans. Imagine forcing it to crave the skin of the infected more than the flesh of the living.

Imagine injuries healing but healing so quickly that they usually heal wrong— broken knee? You limp forever now, it healed before they could reset it. Breaking it again to fix it would only make it worse.

Imagine not feeling any pain, very little temperature, and only certain amounts of pressure. Imagine trying to act like you’re in pain if you get an injury, but it’s been months since you’ve felt actual pain and you’re not sure if you’re convincing.

Imagine that other Zombies, who survive off base instincts going into overdrive with the Virus, having a predator-prey response towards you. Imagine them *knowing*, instinctively, that you’re different— that you’re *dangerous*.

Imagine being an Undead repellent without even knowing what you’re doing to scare them off— being the Unaware Apex Predator.

Imagine humans being just as afraid before they shrug it off.

Imagine the other Survivors declare you the Babysitter— since other Undead avoid you you’re the best person to keep the kids safe. Imagine a lot of the younger ones growing up never seeing a zombie (other than you— but they don’t know that) because the other Undead are afraid— the viruses controlling them are *afraid*.

Imagine not rotting as much as other Zombies. In the correct lighting and hiding injuries with strategic layers of clothes, you could pass as human (don’t look at the eyes and the way they’re foggy and the way they glow with the Undead ‘Life’)

Imagine relearning to speak, with fragmented, broken words. Your companion helps and encourages you, but you’ll always speak in slow, fractured sentences.

Imagine your partner/friend/family member dressing you in a way to hide your undead status, and sneaking you into their survivors camp. ‘Why can’t you speak right?’ They ask, ‘Severe Injury’ says your companion.

Imagine having the strength and speed and feral hatred of an Infected, with the calculated rage and cruelty of the Living.

Imagine relearning how to *live* in this new body that you try to hide.

Imagine being the last Undead, hiding in plain sight as Society rebuilds.

Maybe you start to live in a little house in the woods with your companion. Maybe a cure is found and you can finally reveal what you are, get help and relearn to live as a human being once more.

Or maybe you’re killed by another survivor in front of your companion. Forced to watch them try to save you, but you accepted your death when you were bitten— you’re past your due.

Maybe your companion is killed in front of you for bringing you into the camp, and the last dredges of your humanity— that you have fought so hard to hold onto— dies with them.

Maybe you’re captured, scientists and doctors ripping your body apart to find out what makes you *different*. You can’t feel pain, but you can feel it happening. ‘You’re undead’ they say, ‘You don’t need anesthesia.’

Or maybe…you’re worshipped. The Virus took everyone in its path— but you endured it. Your body rotted but your mind stayed clear. Surely you must be divine?

Or maybe you’re just cursed. Maybe you’re never found. Maybe your companion doesn’t hesitate long enough to see…and in the end, you end up just like all the other Infected— with a bullet in your head.

@and-the-flame-burns

Flame, I can’t explain it, but you are SKRUNKLE. Funky Little Creature.

who am i y’all