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Cake day: December 13th, 2025

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  • Gay man here, I knew it would happen as a backlash of the 2010’s way before it became a trend. I am sorry to say that, but Trump first election (2017) did a lot of damage in Europe. Bolstered by the carrot’s mandate, euro far right has unified and imitated him. The euro bourgeoisie, who were more overtly lib (in Europe we’d say “centrists”) in the past, are way happier to be overtly fascist now. So yeah, Trump is to blame, in a way. He is using his status and power to rekindle fascism everywhere, lately through Musk in the German election.














  • Answering those questions would make for an interesting spin-off, but as a writer I can tell you: we don’t care about secondary characters at first, so she was just written, as Ron was, as a satellite for the protagonist, inspired by the know-it-all archetype. The most probable answer is that when the school enrolls a pure muggle-born, the same thing that happened with Harry Potter happened to Hermione : someone from the school showed up and accompanied her until she began her courses, and she probably read a lot in advance, starting from the very moment she got her wand and a grimoire. Now, If we want to make it interesting, we can speculate that her thirst for perfection comes from a deep insecurity and need to satisfy her parents’ expectations. She probably must have been a miserable trophy child before magic delivered her, and yet it didn’t, because she still caries this toxic perfectionism and façade. So, she’s either bright, but under inherited, neurotic performative pressure, or she’s just gifted and masking, which is more or less the same thing. And she can never say no, or admit that she is tired. Else, who would take an interest in her existence?


  • Overwatch. It looks fun from the outside, but I’m forced to participate in short matches where I repeatedly die, come back and kill cute yet soulless people all day long, for a year.

    I started eating people on day 3. There is a hole were my humanity used to be. A hole that can only be filed by trembling, bloody, screaming flesh. The hamster was first. He was easy. Then, month after month, I got through the rest of the roster, each one with a different bottle of wine from the Paris deathmatch map. Now my appetite, form and spirit have grown beyond what is humanly conceivable. When the map loads and they see me, they all run and shriek as my many mouths start tearing through their ever fresh, juicy bodies. As if they too were starting to remember their unending, inescapable demise.

    One day it will end, but in the meantime I need to feel their bones break and heartbeats fade on my tongues. Such delicious marrow. Such delicious broth.

    Overwatch.exe