THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR HEAVY IS THE CROWN
FIRE IN THE SUNRISE ASHES RAINING DOWN TRY TO HOLD IT IN BUT IT KEEPS BLEEDING OUT
Look about this post? I need you to read Blessed is the Flame before you take the word 'nihilism' into your mouth ever again.
this is a little presumptuous and aggressive but okay, i'll respond.
for the record, i have read 'blessed is the flame' and i comprehend the depth of anarcho-nihilism's confrontation with the suffocating realities of oppression.
but re: the post you're quoting from, my beliefs are that the true essence of "punk"—and its broader philosophical significance—lies in the harmony and balance of acknowledging harsh nihilist truths with a commitment to hopeful transformation.
this post was specifically talking about punk and punk culture. and punk is more than a static acceptance of despair; it's a dynamic, resilient force. it acknowledges the grim reality of systemic persecution while simultaneously fueling the fire for positive change and human resilience. nihilism, which tends to be more dismissive of broader meanings and outcomes, intrinsically overlooks the power of hope and action. punk, in its core, is not just about defiance—it's about believing in the potential for a better world and our power in creating it.
this isn't to undermine the significance of nihilistic perspectives in highlighting the futility and absurdity of certain societal structures. but my line of thinking is that channeling our understanding of these realities into a constructive effort for a more equitable and liberated society aligns more closely with the "punk" ethos.
in essence, punk, in its most authentic form, is a balance: it's about confronting obstacles with a fist raised not just as a matter of resisting, but also in solidarity and aspiration for change. it's about evolving from the nihilistic acknowledgment of the oppression to an optimistic, yet pragmatic, form of anarchism—a natural transition from despair to agency.
has this been done before
a pessoa posta vídeo se cortando, mas tem gatilho com nsfw, pega e se mata logo o imunda
cortar o pulso de uma vez q é bom, até hoje nada ne ? desgraçada
Here is my contribution for the Billford zine Until the End of Time! Please follow the link to see the rest of my fellow shippers’ wonderful creative efforts, or click the readmore to see my embarrassing thoughts on it
The paranoid Ford era is probably one of my favorite parts of him and Bill's story arc, and I wanted to do a piece for the zine set during that period of their lives which managed to capture both the the iconic parts of Ford's very bad time and a sense of beauty, adventure, and romance. While this is kind of contradictory on its face, to me the Bill/Ford relationship is all about that interplay between shiny optimistic ambition and having your head slammed into a wall for hours, between epic revenge narratives and goofy cartoon pratfalls, between the vacant shell of your old life and the bright rainbow bridge whisking you away to your new one. Bill possessing Ford in this piece also plays into that duality - there are literally two Fords here, the one that’s terrified of what he’s losing and the one who's thrilled despite it all. I don’t know, I just think there's just something fascinating and a bit seductive about all of it.
“I’m not a violent dog, i don’t know why i bite”
mai q krai so fica aparecendo coelho