The Facility

Madame_Wesker; Mother Of Monsters #An Old #MalkavianForLife Long time #Weirdo, #Introvert #Pagan #Goth #Music #Language #Horror #Comics, #Videogames, #Writing, #Sci-fi, #Science, #Resident evil, #Popculture. No judgment zone.

[notgreatbob]

''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

[madamewesker]

Those tags...

#hear me out

#rises from the volcano, realizes he's been a dick

#all because of Spencer's bullshit

#that fkr implanted a killswitch

#whoever kills him immediately continues his nonsense, until death!

#welp, our boy dies every Thursday, for fun

#(bare knuckle bear fighting)

#anyway

#starts cloning chris (his best man)

#has a pretty kick ass army (not HCF fkrs)

#gotta train them foos (let's call them..the umbrella corps)

#let's establish a PMC that has as it's directive to unfuck umbrellas clusterfuck

#let's make it Blue

#let's rope in all the former umbrella assets to work for him

#let's "make amends"

#let's make 'young chris" the first face survivors see (cause memories)

#lets continue to be a bad mfkr after power and glory

#but now

#humanity will adore him

#bitches love a redemption arc

[kayvsworld]

my body, tearfully: when sleep???

me: my dude we just woke up!! It’s time for wakefulness and doing things and Productivity

my body, weeping: but???? when sleep?????

[rizaoftheowls]

me: okay, finally now is sleep

my body: no. wrong.

[recurring-polynya]

me (crazy eyes, covered in blood): I NEED to finish writing my fanfic. so I can start writing a different fanfic.

[foldingfittedsheets]

My coworker Alyson told me that when beginning to suspect she had autism she sat down to make a spreadsheet she called “Is This a Symptom?“

By line 84 she conceded she probably had autism. Highlights include: “I can’t wear nail polish or my nails can’t breathe”, “I follow eight baseball leagues in five countries, is this a special interest?”, “T-rex arms: I thought that was normal.” The spreadsheet was listed as a symptom.

My other coworker Astrid was handed a list of about 54 rows and two columns one of the behavior one of explanations of things she had done that her also extremely autistic coworker had made after working with her for three hours.

What I’ve learned is that the autistic girlies love a fucking list.

[madamewesker]

Hold up! I also can't wear nail polish or my nails can't breath. 🤔

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[alessa-not-me]

Wisdom.

Commission.

[madamewesker]

#I need this in the foyer of my gothic manse

[ancient-rome-au]

new frontiers in horse girl [laudatory] [source]

[scr33nplay]

Baseball Wesker for my friend..

I used a baseball jc leyendecker piece as a reference!

[averyterrible]

apparently, chinese goths have figured out how to do qing era costuming. jiangshi time.

[averyterrible]

@post-brahminism check it

[imasithduh]

I need to make sure @gothiccharmschool sees this.

[gothiccharmschool]

This is AMAZING.

[madamewesker]

#kindred of the east

[detectivehole]

emperor kuzco was clearly gay

[detectivehole]

hes 19, with unlimited power, and he ain’t got a gf. the only time we see him interact with any women his own age is when he’s rejecting like 7 of them rapid fire. he pretends to date pacha in a gag that lasts like 10 solid minutes. listen to me god damnit

[qqueenofhades]

Okay, but just in case anyone is coming to tumblr dot com for my hot takes on 20+ year old kids' movies: Kuzco super WAS gay (or at least coded as such) and of course, I didn't get it until I watched it as a gay grownup.

He is played obviously camp and dramatic, for a start, and there is the aforementioned "hate your hair/not likely/yikes yikes yikes/let me guess you have a great personality" summary dismissal of all his potential brides. Then he spends dinner asking Yzma about Kronk ("so he seems nice? He's what, in his late twenties?") and otherwise being slightly obsessed with him.

Then there is the whole Adventure of Doom with Pacha, him being ever huffy about the Kiss of Life, and then the restaurant gag where Kuzco takes to playing Pacha's fake wife and dressing up in ladies' clothing with great gusto (reinforced by the waitress' "bless you for coming out in public" remark when Pacha says they're on their honeymoon). Then when he is finally de-llamafied, we don't see him paired off with the obligatory girl from the lineup earlier, as might otherwise be expected in a Disney movie. Instead he is still single, but goes to found family it up with Pacha, Chica, Kronk, etc, which dare we remark is a very queer trope.

In short, I have no idea how a Disney movie with no white people (all the characters are Indigenous/people of color), a gay king, cross-dressing jokes, and the most offbeat plot of all time actually ever got made (can you imagine the Family Friendly Mouse doing that today? Let us also talk about Kronk because he is a brilliant deconstruction of both toxic masculinity and the musclebound henchman stereotype.) Other than that this was the Chaos Hour of animated movies in the late 90s/early 2000s, and yes.

So yes. There you have it. I will not be taking criticism at this time.

[flavinbagel]

In response to the question “How did a movie like this get made at all much less by fucking Disney?” there was a recent Vulture article that outlines the whole shit show of a history behind this film according to everyone (writers, directors, VAs, Stings) involved. The gist of the story is that they fucked up making a whole, true-to-form Disney musical that never came to see the light of day SO BADLY that Disney switched directors, locked the writer’s room, and didn’t review a single script until weeks after the film was in theaters.

Please, read this article if you have some time. This story is wild, and involves directors being pitted against each other Bake-Off style and a shockingly intimate documentary created by the wife of Sting who, himself was heartbroken by the decimation of the songs he wrote for the film including cutting a fantastic Yzma villain song sung by Eartha Kitt that is SO DAMN GOOD but would not ever have fit the more nailed-down Yzma we would eventually come to know and love. It’s so catchy though, I’m doubling up on calls to action but please listen now:

[theterriblethingabouttulio]

holy shit read the article. it’s worth it and completely batshit

[kat-witha-k]

This is fucking insane

[brightlotusmoon]

[mod2amaryllis]

I've never adequately appreciated the batshit brilliance of this joke, I've taken it for granted

[worldheritageposts-official]

World Heritage Post

[bucephaly]

😭😭

[bucephaly]

There are only around 1,500 native Cherokee speakers left, and most of them are elders

Little Cherokee Seeds is a program where mothers and babies spend all day with first language Cherokee speakers, speaking nothing but Cherokee, so that the babies become a new generation of native speakers. They're also teaching traditional skills and mothering practices to the mothers to pass on.

This is so so important for the survival of the language. These babies are on track to being fluent first language speakers, and they will be able to keep the language going for another lifetime.

I recommend checking out the little cherokee seeds facebook page!!

[bucephaly]

Little Cherokee Seeds is fundraising for a new program for the children ages 3 - 6 to continue their journeys as first language Cherokee speakers!

Donate here to help Wegi and the other Cherokee Sprouts grow!

[loveyline]

Hi, can I get a short fic please? Just cuddling with Wesker, something sweet

‪‪‪‪‪‪❤︎ ~ Pairing ~ Albert Wesker/Reader

‪‪‪‪‪‪❤︎ ~ Summary ~ It's a rainy night in Racoon City, and you're close to falling asleep while waiting for Albert to get home so you can both cuddle in bed. He's been waiting to get home for the same thing.

‪‪‪‪‪‪❤︎ ~ Content tags ~ Gender Neutral Reader, Safe For Work, Fluff, Comfort.

‪The evening settled heavy over the city, with the same bruised purple sky and that sickly orange of streetlamps. The quiet mumbling of the television droned on, met with the rain hitting the windows worked at putting your mind to sleep. Though the sound of the door unlocking was quick to perk you back up, if only for a few seconds.

There was the familiar thud of keys landing in the bowl by the door, and the faint scratch of fabric as he shed his jacket. You listened to his firm footsteps on the hardwood, each one a measured beat in the quiet apartment, he always managed to make everything so stern, so purposeful.

A presence absorbed the space behind you on the sofa. "Comfortable?" You hummed in response to his words, too tired to open your eyes. A low chuckle came, a precious sound from him. "Move over."

You shifted, feeling the cushion dip as he manoeuvred himself behind you. His arm curled around your waist, pulling you tight against him. He always pulled you together until you stuck, until you fit together like you were made for it, the solid line of his chest against your spine and one of his legs wedged between yours, the other tucked up behind your knees. He buried his face in the crook of your neck to inhale deeply, an unusually indiscreet act of affection from him.

"Tough day?" you murmured, your voice thick with exhaustion.

His reply was a noncommittal grunt, a mutual lazy haze falling over the both of you. His thumb began to stroke slow circles on your hip. The program continued on the television, but the words were meaningless. All that mattered was the steady, reassuring beat of his heart against your back, the weight of him holding you snug and binding you to him.

"Albert?" you whispered into the dim room.

"Hmm?"

"Your shirt buttons are digging into my back."

There was a pause, a long stillness. Then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the exhaustion of the entire day, he shifted. Before you could process the movement, an arm was sliding under your knees, another behind your shoulders. The world tilted as he lifted you effortlessly, cradling you against his chest.

"I can walk, you know." you mumbled, though you made no move to struggle, your arms instinctively looping around his neck. Who could possibly refuse such care? Especially meaningful from him.

"And yet, here we are." he countered, his voice a low, amused vibration that you felt more than heard.

He laid you down with a gentleness that surprised you, something that seemed only ever reserved for you. You heard the crisp shuffling of him shedding his shirt, the clink of his belt buckle. Then the bed dipped again as he slid in beside you, pulling the covers up over you both.

The space between you was small, but it felt miserably far compared to the tight hold you were previously in. You shuffled backwards, a silent request that he answered immediately, closing the distance with one arm wrapping firmly across your waist to bring you against him once more.

[madamewesker]

#calls you baby doll

[demol1tion-lover]

wesker & chris confrontation from the original 'resident evil' (1996) known for wesker sounding genuinely offended as chris laughs in his face

[madamewesker]

#Chris... stop it.

#wah!

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

[Chrisker + Zenfield]

History repeats itself

[komaedalovemail]

i fucking hated your shoelaces this entire time

[butterfirefly]

for the uninitiated

[hollowedskin]

I got a 4 min long video of Kimchi dreaming today, so here's a clip

You get the whole walk cycle and the little sprint at the end.

Sometimes her sprints last for like 4 or 5 seconds and she can shoot herself off the couch or into a wall if she gets a grip with her back claws. If she does it next to a wall, her head smacking into it sounds like someone is trying to break into the house. She doesn't wake up.

Later in the dream she injured her paw and was limping, and earlier she caught something and ate it.

[vague-humanoid]

[shacklesburst]

Under Virginia law, a month had to elapse before the death sentence could be carried out. Governor Wise resisted pressures to move up the execution date because, he said, he wanted everyone to see that Brown's rights had been thoroughly respected.

Brown made it clear repeatedly in his letters and conversations that these were the happiest days of his life. He would be publicly murdered, as he put it, but he was an old man and, he said, near death anyway. Brown was politically shrewd and realized his execution would strike a massive blow against Slave Power, a greater blow than he had made so far or had prospects of making otherwise. His death now had a purpose. In the meantime, the death sentence allowed him to publicize his anti-slavery views through the reporters constantly present in Charles Town, and through his voluminous correspondence.

Before his conviction, reporters were not allowed access to Brown, as the judge and Andrew Hunter feared that his statements, if quickly published, would exacerbate tensions, especially among the enslaved. This was much to Brown's frustration, as he stated that he wanted to make a full statement of his motives and intentions through the press.[54]: 212  Once he had been convicted, the restriction was lifted, and, glad for the publicity, he talked with reporters and anyone else who wanted to see him, except pro-slavery clergy.[46]

Brown received more letters than he ever had in his life. He wrote replies constantly, hundreds of eloquent letters, often published in newspapers,[133]: 43  and expressed regret that he could not answer every one of the hundreds more he received. His words exuded spirituality and conviction. Letters picked up by the Northern press won him more supporters in the North while infuriating many white people in the South.

KING

[heyzeus123]

Just a couple of the quotes about him that I like:

“His zeal in the cause of freedom was infinitely superior to mine. Mine was as the taper light, his was as the burning sun. Mine was bounded by time. His stretched away to the silent shores of eternity. I could speak for the slave. John Brown could fight for the slave. I could live for the slave. John Brown could die for the slave.”

-Frederick Douglass

"That new saint, than whom nothing purer or more brave was ever led by into conflict and death, — the new saint awaiting his martyrdom, and who, if he shall suffer, will make the gallows glorious like the cross."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

[arctic-hands]

[Image Description: initial tweet by Haymarket Books, at HaymarketBooks. It is dated May 9, Twenty twenty-three. It says "Abolitionist John Brown was born May 9, Eighteen hundred." Beneath the tweet is a grayscale portrait of John Brown, an elderly white man with a long, bushy beard. In reply, Edward Ongweso Jr, @ BigBlackJacobin, tweets "Happy birthday to this crazy ass white boy. One day we are gonna go back in time and give him power armor." End I.D.]

[darnitjack]

I like this man and I'm always surprised more people don't know about him.

I also notice there's a quite a few popular artists doing political songs, but no one doing a cover of "John Brown's Body"

[theragamuffininitiative]

I mean. He did also, with a gang of men including his sons, drag a bunch of pro-slavery people from their homes in the middle of the night, question them, and then murder 5 of them, including by hacking them to pieces with swords. The Pottawatomie Massacre, acted in rash retaliation, sparked what is now called Bleeding Kansas and was one of the inciting preludes to the Civil War - Brown's actions that night were denounced by many abolitionists, though people have tried to distance him from the murders since then. Frederick Douglass called it "a terrible remedy for a terrible tragedy."

I'm not gonna open a debate here on when violence against unarmed men is considered acceptable for a cause, but I do think it's important to know more than just the heroic acts and not ignore the questionable or denouncable ones.

[eruhamster]

>He did ... drag a bunch of pro-slavery people from their homes in the middle of the night, question them, and then murder 5 of them, including by hacking them to pieces with swords.

[jheselbraum]

He did also, with a gang of men including his sons, drag a bunch of pro-slavery people from their homes in the middle of the night, question them, and then murder 5 of them, including by hacking them to pieces with swords.

Oh here honey let me fix that for you.

He did also, with a gang of men including his sons, drag a bunch of white supremacists from their homes in the middle of the night. These white supremacists were actively campaigning for the continuation and expansion of the enslavement of black people (which entailed, but was not limited to, kidnapping, rape, murder, and various methods of absolutely brutal torture, committed against black people of all genders ages and abilities) and had recently participated in a raid on an abolitionist town which was populated by settlers (known as Free-Staters) who were aiming to swing Kansas' vote and make it a free state when it entered the Union (see Bleeding Kansas, specifically the Sacking of Lawrence). During this raid, the town's two abolitionist newspapers' printing presses were destroyed and burned down the Free State Hotel (now the Eldridge Hotel, it was a way station for abolitionists who opposed slavery) and the home of future first governor of Kansas and staunch supporter of the Free-Staters, Charles L. Robinson. John Brown and his sons hacked the racist ass motherfuckers to pieces with swords.

[madamewesker]

#consequences