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I’m sure it’s because not many people know but kon actually has a lot of different sources for angst potential! He’s engineered to be a copy of earths greatest hero yet constantly struggling to find out who he is outside of a given purpose. He galavants around with the idea that he’s independent enough to be his own boss, but from the moment of his creation he’s been told who to be or exploited by the people he meets. He’s both treated like an adult yet punished for acting like a kid. He makes mistakes and often feels like a screw up but he gets up and tries again every time! He’s acts like the S symbol is both something he already deserves (because that’s what he was made for) yet acts as if he constantly has to prove he’s worthy. He didn’t have a name for the first years of his publication history, and for a long time he didn’t know how to be anything other than Superboy (and maybe he’s still figuring that out). He cried tears of joy when Superman finally gave him his very own Kryptonian name and verbally accepted him into the family, a testament to how important that journey of identity and belonging is to him. At the same time, why did it have to take so long?
His life is constantly being uprooted, and he can never settle in one place long enough to call it home. He deserves agency and stability, yet his life is often slipping out of his own control. He yearns for a mother or father, and maybe if he had one, he wouldn’t feel so lost. For a while, he thought he would never grow up and be who he needs to be, which is ironic given how many people are quick to call him immature. He cares so much for his friends and family, and he is pained when people leave and feels immensely guilty when he hurts the people he cares about. Regardless of what he may think, those people are happy to remind him that they think of him as family too and they’ll travel across time and space and to the ends of the earth for him.
Despite being created in a lab to be a copy of someone else, ironically he is brimming with a unique personality that is sometimes sought to be stifled. But he’s tied so much worth into who he’s supposed to be that shaking that foundation shakes his very core and is a source of insecurity. He acts so differently from Clark, yet so similarly as well. He wants to be Superman, but both emulates him and fights to be Different from him. He believes in seeing the good in people, even if it lands him into trouble, and though he may doubt it or question it he really is a hero at heart. He’s like Clark where it matters, but everything else—his personality and style, his connections to his friends and family, his struggles and triumphs—all of that is completely his own.
He may not have figured out everything it meant to be human, but he’s loved enough to die for it. To die would indeed be an awfully great adventure, but like J.M. Barrie said, “To live would be an awfully big adventure.” And Kon has certainly experienced it all, good and bad.
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#Not directed at anyone in particular but#Kon el is too busy being tormented by the Horrors to be sad about Tim drake having a diff love interest than him okay💀💀💀#there is so much diff angst potential in him#however I do think he has trouble w change#and would be sad about the fact his bond with a person doesn’t feel as strong as before#ugh idk how to explain it#I could go on about kon for hours#spurred to make this post bc everytime I see ppl say that kon is sad bc Tim doesn’t love him I’m like#there is sooo much more here u guys#kon el#Conner kent#superboy
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ByYuliah Alma. July 20, 2023
CONTENT NOTICE: This article contains disturbing details regarding the sexual abuse and sexualization of very young children. Reader discretion is appreciated.
A male politician credited with being the first openly transgender representative elected in the United States has now been charged with one count of the sexual exploitation of children, adding to the child pornography charges he had been handed last month.
Stacie Marie Laughton, born Barry Charles Laughton Jr., was described as a “woman” in a press release issued by the US Attorney for the District of Massachusetts.
39-year-old Laughton was formerly a Democratic representative in New Hampshire, first elected to the legislature in 2012. He became known as the first openly transgender individual to hold public office in the United States, but withdrew before taking the role when it was revealed that he had served four months in prison in 2008 on a felony conviction for identity and credit card fraud and falsifying physical evidence.
A special election was scheduled a few weeks later, and Laughton signed up to run again. But officials barred him from holding public office as, according to state law, he had not completed his sentence.
After the sentence related to the 2008 conviction was exhausted, Laughton was allowed to run for office again in 2019. He was elected selectman in 2011, 2019, and 2021. He was also elected state representative in 2020.
Laughton won his most recent election in November of 2022, but he resigned less than one month after securing the seat following scrutiny for yet another criminal conviction. It was learned that just two months prior to his election, he had been charged with violating a stalking order that had been from an unidentified woman.
Laughton’s most recent criminal charge involves his former partner, Lindsay Groves, 38. Groves is alleged to have used her job in a daycare to take photos of the children’s genitals in a private restroom before sending the abuse material to Laughton.
Groves had been employed at Creative Minds Early Learning Center in Tyngsborough, Massachusetts since 2017 when she was arrested and charged with sexual exploitation of children and distribution of child sexual abuse material along with Laughton.
Since the horrifying revelations of the abuse have come to light, the mother of a young boy who had been enrolled at the daycare has filed a civil lawsuit against Creative Minds.
According to the Boston Herald, the complaint, which was filed Monday with Middlesex Superior Court, the plaintiffs argue that the child victim “was caused to suffer, and will continue to suffer, severe and significant physical and emotional injuries; embarrassment, and emotional distress” as a direct result of the daycare’s “negligence and carelessness as well as the invasion of his privacy…”
The lawsuit has also revealed that the daycare was reportedly informed years ago that Groves had been inappropriate with one of the children, and had been warned yet again last year, but took no action.
Groves revealed to investigators that she would direct the victims to pull their shirts towards their heads so “their vision would be obscured” while their pants were down at their ankles. While their vision was obscured, she used her iPhone to capture images of their genitalia. She would then send these photos to Laughton.
The photos were taken during bathroom breaks or routine diaper changes before the children took naps.
The most recent court filings reveal that several disturbing text conversations regarding the victimized children took place between Laughton and Groves from May to June of this year.
On June 13, just days before their initial arrest, Groves sent Laughton a photo of a three-year-old boy with his genitals exposed and a second photo of a three-year-old girl with her genitals exposed.
Groves said, “I took these for you today so I’m horny.”
Laughton responded, “I like that I would like to see more of the pussy but I like that it[’s] fucking hot,” and asked, “Is that one of the girls we get to play with[?]”
Groves boasted neither of the child victims “gave her an issue.”
Laughton continued: “That girl looks sweet … Do you think she would like sucking me and me rubbing my dick on her?” To which Groves responded, “Yeah.”
Laughton added, “It’s just a bummer she wont let me put my dick inside of her,” and Groves answered, “She’s not even 3 yet.”
The next morning, Laughton wrote to Groves in a lengthy, nervous message: “And I’m sorry I talk so much but the other thing I think about is do you think God is OK with us being bad girls[?]”
He continued, “…[some people] say having sex with kids is a bad thing and God never addresses sex with children in the Bible and God never really condemns say different sexual lifestyles but what do you think? Do you think we still have a place in heaven? Do you think God would still be OK with me being a minister[?]”
As previously revealed by Reduxx, Laughton became an ordained Minister and delivered his first sermon on YouTube earlier this year. According to GetOrdained, Laughton affiliated himself with Buddhism, Methodism, New Age, Oneness Pentecostalism, Pentecostalism, Protestantism, Rastafarianism, Spiritualism, Tibetan Buddhism, Unitarian Universalism, and the Universal Life Church.
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Groves replied to Laughton’s concerns about his spirituality, writing: “Yes, God is ok with it and we will still go to heaven and he thinks you be a great minister.”
Later that same day, Groves sent Laughton another photo of another three-year-old boy.
Laughton responded, “…I mean yes that picture was hot of that little boy but you probably have gotten the picture by now that I prefer a little girls, but he is cute. I’d like to see you put your hand around his penis.”
Homeland Security Agents have confirmed with the children’s parents that the children victimized in the photographs were all only three years old.
On June 15, another text message exchange included Laughton instructing Groves on how to take more photos of the children.
“If you take one or 2 [pictures] today can you hold the dick or put your finger in the girl,” he asked. “Do you think you can do any kissing their dick or kiss the pussy or someplace[?]”
Groves answered: “I’ll do my best.”
The US Attorney’s Office in Massachusetts announced that Laughton will be formally charged in the John Joseph Moakley federal courthouse in Boston, but no appearance date has yet been set. Laughton was referred to with “she/her” pronouns by the Attorney’s Office.
Groves is also being held in custody with no set date for her next court appearance.
Sentences for sexual exploitation of children are a minimum of 15 years and maximum of 30 years in prison. Upon release, a minimum of five years supervision is required but a maximum of a lifetime supervision is possible. Fines go up to $250,000.
Multiple media outlets reporting on Laughton’s case have referred to him as a “woman,” or by using feminine pronouns to describe him.
#USA#new hampshire#TIM arrested for child abuse#NotOurCrimes#Stacie Marie Laughton is Barry Charles Laughton Jr#Democrats embracing TIMs with troublesome past#Youtube
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HELLO WHAT ARE YOU THOIGHTS ON SALTBURN ( MAINLY THE QUEERNESS OF IT ALL)
Helloo!!
Personally I adored Saltburn, and hope to rewatch it in the coming days (amen to friends letting me use their streaming accounts).
I think the queer lens was an interesting aspect of this film, and there has been an engaging discourse surrounding whether or not it follows through on foreshadowed queer engagement.
The key themes of Saltburn (desire, becoming, wealth) and the ways in which they are explored throughout the narrative undoubtedly holds a queer essence at its core, with Oliver Quick's 'becoming' at the forefront of this. Particularly in regards to his obsessive nature and increasing hunger as he augments a deeper and arguably more sexual connection with Felix and the extended Catton family.
I think to assume that Oliver was calculated and precise in his ascension to become a figurative 'King' of Saltburn's estate is to undermine Emerald Fennel's storytelling as well as the stellar performance of Barry Keoghan (who in all the interviews I have read/viewed presents a wonderfully fleshed out understanding of the character, which flows into his embodiment). In many ways this is the same as his apparent queerness. It is clumsy and unsure, yet carnal and intrinsic. It is calculated until faced with a moment of animalistic desire, at which point Oliver becomes governed by his urges. He is presented to the audience as an individual with complex desires and motivations - as well as an unreliable narrator. Hence, I believe it to be slightly foolish when people attempt to discount the nature of his relationship with Felix due to his statement: "I wasn't in love with him"... Sir, you defiled his grave.
While Oliver's personal identity as a queer person is ostensible, the themes present and the means he exploits (ie. Farleigh handjob, submission to Felix's desire to 'save' people) in order to make his way up the 'food chain' (or perhaps 'the divine right of Kings' is more fitting) are undoubtedly that following a queer framework; elucidating the ways by which man can be driven to depravity by his desperate search for something to conquer/ someone's life to indulge in. As well as I think the themes of consumption as closeness which does not sound dissimilar to the examples of 'queer yearning' I see so often (and often find myself also expressing) on this site.
Anyway -
(Thanks for asking me abt this!!! I'm sorry this isn't proofread or really fleshed out beyond the thoughts that have been marinating in my skull since I left the cinema but I could ramble for an age. hope this wasn't too higgledy-piggledy! <3 xx)
#saltburn#oliver quick#felix catton#jumbled thoughts#i dont even know what I'm saying at this point#im going to do a rewatch with my brother and get back to it after I've had time to figure out the direction of my thoughts#ask
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The Fear of the Past
Yandere!Barry Allen x reader
Chapter 2
The next day, [Y/N] couldn't shake off the fear that had taken root in her heart. She entered the café with caution, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Barry's presence. Every customer became a potential threat, and she was on high alert.
When the time neared for Barry's usual entrance, [Y/N] swiftly retreated to the backroom, leaving someone else to handle her job until he left. She couldn't risk encountering him again, not after the darkness that had consumed him.
As [Y/N] took refuge in the safety of the backroom, her pulse gradually slowed, and she dared to hope that perhaps Barry would finally let her be. Little did she know that his calm demeanor concealed a storm of rage and obsession brewing within him. Doubts began to creep into his mind. He realized that his emotional outburst had made him suspicious in [Y/N]'s eyes, potentially damaging his chances of winning her over. Panic surged through him as he frantically contemplated what to do next.
In a moment of desperation, an idea struck Barry. What if he could go back and change the events that had unfolded just moments ago? It had worked before when he tried to save his mother, so why not now? After all, how much could the timeline change when he was only going back a day or two?
With a surge of determination, Barry quickly retreated to the café's washroom. Within the confined space, he shed his suit in a flash of lightning, moving too quickly for anyone to notice. He sprinted with unparalleled speed, initiating the time-travel process.
As Barry reached the desired point in the past, he found himself facing his past self, the version of him who was about to reveal his emotions to [Y/N]. Without wasting a second, Barry explained the situation, emphasizing the need to maintain composure.
"Hey Barry... uh, hey me... or, um... hey, past Barry?... Me from the past?" he stumbled over his words, his explanation oozing with confusion and awkwardness. "You see, it's a total brain-bender. Don’t- DO NOT reveal your feelings just yet. I mean, it's like tampering with the space-time continuum, and trust me, it's bad. I totally messed up, and now I've, like, zoomed back to sort things out. Look- it's super complicated, but you gotta keep a lid on it."
The Barry from the past blinked, trying to decipher the jumble of words his future self had thrown at him. His brow furrowed with a mix of bewilderment and comprehension as he grasped the weight of the situation. Gratitude seeped into his voice as he said, "I... I get it. Thanks…?"
With their awkward conversation behind them, both Barrys shared a brief moment of nerdy camaraderie, united by the complexity of their predicament. They understood the need for careful manipulation of their own actions to ensure the desired outcome with [Y/N].
Returning to the present, Barry found himself standing in front of [Y/N] once again, who continued preparing his sandwich without a hint of fear in her eyes. It was a sign that his intervention had successfully changed the past, erasing the effects of his emotional outburst.
Relief washed over Barry as he observed [Y/N]'s calmness, reassured that he still had a chance to manipulate her emotions and gain her trust. The darkness within him surged, fueled by the satisfaction of his successful alteration.
With a composed smile, Barry approached [Y/N], his voice filled with false gratitude. "Thank you, [Y/N]," he said, masking his true intentions. "I really appreciate your understanding. It means a lot to me."
Deep down, he relished the power he held over her, knowing that he could continue his manipulative pursuit without consequences. Barry was determined to exploit [Y/N]'s forgiving nature, using it to establish a connection that extended far beyond friendship. Little did she know the twisted depths of his obsession concealed beneath his charming facade.
As [Y/N] turned to attend to the next customer, Barry's gaze followed her, his mind already plotting their next encounter. He couldn't wait to be by her side once again, basking in her forgiving nature and slowly tightening his grip around her fragile heart. His voice, when he spoke, held an eerie calmness, belying the storm of emotions swirling within him. "It seems she still needs time," he muttered to himself. "I must be patient, make her trust me again."
As Barry continued with his routine, his mind raced with thoughts of his recent actions. He chastised himself for being too hasty, for scaring [Y/N] with his intense emotions. He should have taken a more measured approach, slowly luring her into his web of obsession. But there was no turning back now. He had to devise a plan that would make her depend on him, erasing the memory of his unsettling behavior.
Days turned into weeks, and Barry meticulously carried out his plan, carefully orchestrating the staged attack on the café. His panic and self-doubt transformed into a cold determination. He knew this was the perfect opportunity to portray himself as [Y/N]'s savior, to establish a sense of reliance and gratitude.
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"Are you out of your mind?" A group of male teenagers looked at Barry with disdain. "We're not going to be a part of your sick games." Barry's gaze hardened, and in an instant, his true nature surfaced. Without warning, he seized one of the teens by the collar, his grip vice-like and suffocating. The room fell into a stunned silence as Barry's fist connected with the young man's face, the impact reverberating through the air. Blood trickled from the corner of the teen's mouth as he crumpled to the ground, a living testament to Barry's capacity for violence. "That's just a taste of what I'm capable of," Barry sneered, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Now, are you going to reconsider?"
Barry's grip on the injured teen loosened slightly as he straightened himself, relishing in the atmosphere of fear that enveloped the group. With a cold, calculating gaze, he addressed them in a chillingly calm tone. "I suggest you all think carefully about your next move," he hissed, a hint of menace tainting his words. "You see, I have a little plan, and it involves the very café right down this street."
The teens exchanged worried glances, their initial resistance giving way to a sense of trepidation. Barry's twisted charisma and the brutal demonstration of his power had shaken them to their core. They begrudgingly acknowledged that defying him further might only lead to more pain and suffering.
"Now, here's what's going to happen," Barry continued, his voice dripping with calculated manipulation. "I want you to scare everyone there a little. Please, take the money from the register too, go crazy, I don’t care.”
As the weight of Barry's plan sank in, the teens felt a sickening mix of fear and disbelief. They couldn't fathom the depths of his depravity, the lengths he was willing to go to control and manipulate those around him. Yet, with the injured teen struggling to rise from the ground, his pain serving as a reminder of the consequences of disobedience, they reluctantly began to consider their grim options.
Barry's smile widened, a twisted satisfaction filling his eyes. He reveled in the power he held over these impressionable minds, the sense of control intoxicating his twisted psyche. The stage was set for his grand manipulation, and he would stop at nothing to achieve his dark desires.
The remaining teens, their fear palpable, mustered the courage to speak up amidst the lingering pain and shock. One of them, his voice trembling, asked the question that weighed heavily on their minds. "And what happens to us after we do what you ask?" he inquired, his tone a mix of anxiety and desperation.
Barry's eyes narrowed, scanning the group with a predatory gaze. He let out a sinister chuckle, relishing in their vulnerability. "Oh, don't you worry," he replied with false reassurance. "Once the chaos unfolds, once you've completed your part, I will ensure your safety. You see, I have connections, ways to make sure the blame falls elsewhere. You'll walk away unscathed, with your part in this little game neatly concealed."
The teens exchanged uncertain glances, their expressions a reflection of their internal turmoil. The promise of safety offered a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of the situation. Barry's ability to manipulate their fears and doubts was both unnerving and persuasive, amplifying their hesitance to resist.
"Trust me," Barry continued, his voice dripping with a deceptive charm. "I have everything under control. I will take care of any loose ends and protect you. You'll be free to continue with your lives, untarnished by the events that unfold. But remember, betraying me would have dire consequences."
His words hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the power he wielded over their lives. The teens, though unsettled by the path they were being coerced into, felt trapped and cornered, believing that compliance might be their only chance at survival.
As the weight of their decisions settled upon them, the teens reluctantly nodded, their resolve wavering in the face of Barry's twisted authority. Deep down, they knew they were stepping into a world of darkness, a realm where the consequences of their actions might haunt them forever.
Barry, satisfied with their submission, wore a satisfied grin. His plans were falling into place, and the web of manipulation he had woven was tightening around them. The stage was set, and he would soon revel in the chaos and control he so desperately craved.
On that fateful day, when tranquility hung in the air, the cafe was abruptly thrust into chaos. The entrance swung open with a violent force as the group of teens stormed inside, their faces concealed by masks. Panic erupted among the unsuspecting customers, who cowered in fear, seeking shelter wherever they could.
Frozen with terror, [Y/N], the reader, stood behind the cash register, her hands trembling uncontrollably. The sight of the masked intruders and the escalating commotion left her paralyzed, unable to find the courage to take action. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to run or fight back, but fear held her firmly in its grip.
Suddenly, one of the teens, a malicious glint in his eyes, spotted [Y/N]. He brandished a weapon, pointing it menacingly in her direction, demanding the money from the register. The adrenaline coursing through [Y/N]'s veins intensified, her heart pounding in her chest. She desperately searched for a way out, a way to escape the impending danger, but fear consumed her every thought.
"Give us the money!" the teen barked, his voice laden with aggression. The seconds stretched into eternity as [Y/N], her voice trapped within her throat, failed to respond. The teen's impatience grew, and he raised his weapon, poised to strike her.
Just as the blow was about to descend upon [Y/N], a figure lunged forward, knocking the weapon aside. It was Barry, the very person who had orchestrated this horrifying event. His eyes burned with a mix of fury and possessiveness as he shielded [Y/N] from harm, his fist connecting with the side of her face, delivering a punishing blow.
Pain seared through [Y/N]'s cheek, tears welling in her eyes, but the impact was a mere fraction of what it could have been. The sinister irony of Barry's actions was not lost on her—the very person who had terrorized her, the one she had hoped to escape from, had now become her savior in this moment of peril.
The chaos in the café reached a crescendo, as the other masked intruders struggled to regain control of the situation. Barry's calculated plan was unfolding perfectly, with him positioning himself as the hero amidst the mayhem he had orchestrated. The customers, caught in the crossfire, trembled with fear, unsure of who to trust or where safety could be found.
As [Y/N] clutched her stinging cheek, her gaze locked with Barry's, a mix of confusion, betrayal, and relief flickering in her eyes. The path ahead grew even more treacherous, as she grappled with the conflicting emotions of gratitude for being saved and the chilling reality of the person responsible for her torment now being her protector.
The conflicting emotions swirled within [Y/N] as she stared into Barry's eyes, his reassuring gaze tinged with concern yet possessiveness. In that moment, amidst the chaos of the cafe, he seemed like her only anchor, the one person who could shield her from the storm he himself had unleashed.
Barry approached [Y/N] with measured steps, his voice a soothing whisper amidst the cacophony. "Are you alright?" he asked, his concern laced with a possessive undertone. "I'm here now, and I won't let anything happen to you."
Torn between the gratitude of being saved and the realization of the darkness lurking within Barry's soul, [Y/N] hesitated. Her instincts urged her to reject his comfort, to run as far away from him as possible. But the fear that gripped her heart, the fear of what he might do if she defied him, held her captive.
As the plan unfolded, Barry couldn't help but recall the first time he had encountered [Y/N], his obsession taking root. Flashbacks flooded his mind, transporting him back to that rainy day when he had hit rock bottom. He remembered sitting alone on a bench, soaked to the bone, feeling the weight of his failures as The Flash. The lives he couldn't save haunted him, consuming his thoughts.
Lost in his despair, Barry had been oblivious to his surroundings until he felt the rain cease. He glanced up, his eyes meeting an umbrella shielding him from the downpour. And there, standing before him, was [Y/N], a stranger who approached with concern and kindness. She had comforted him, leading him to the café just across the street, not even knowing why he was so broken.
"I saw you sitting there for hours," [Y/N] had said softly, her voice carrying warmth. "When the rain started, I couldn't just leave you like that. Please, let me offer you a warm drink on the house."
It was in that moment that Barry felt a glimmer of hope, a sense of connection that he had longed for. [Y/N]'s genuine care and compassion had touched him in a way no one else had. For the first time in his life, he felt a genuine warmth radiating from someone, a feeling he desperately craved.
And now, as he executed his plan, Barry was driven by the memory of that encounter. He wanted to recreate that vulnerability, that moment where [Y/N] had offered him solace. In his twisted mind, he believed that by orchestrating events where she had no choice but to rely on him, she would forget the darkness he had revealed.
As the pieces of his plan fell into place, Barry muttered to himself, a mixture of panic and determination in his voice. "I went in too fast, too impulsive. But this plan, this brilliant plan, will make her see how much she needs me. She will forget, and I will ensure that our fates become inextricably entwined."
A sinister smile played on Barry's lips as he reveled in his dark intentions. To the world, he would be [Y/N]'s hero, her knight in shining armor. But deep down, he knew the truth of his obsession, and he reveled in the power he held over her unknowing heart.
Before [Y/N] could fully comprehend the situation, Barry turned his attention to the teen who had attempted to strike her. With a swift and brutal motion, he twisted the teen's arm, causing a sickening snap that echoed through the chaos-filled room. The teen howled in pain, his agony a testament to Barry's strength and cruelty.
But the horror didn't end there. As the teen struggled to form words, to reveal their agreement or betray Barry's plan, he silenced him with a violent act. Barry slammed the teen's head down onto the counter, the force of the impact silencing any further words. Blood stained the surface as the other intruders, witnessing the brutal scene, charged at Barry, driven by a mix of rage and desperation.
In that perilous moment, Barry cast a quick glance back at [Y/N], his eyes filled with a combination of urgency and determination. He whispered urgently, his words barely audible amidst the chaos, "Call the police. I'll handle them. Trust me."
As [Y/N] trembled with fear, her heart pounding in her chest, she found herself torn once again. The man who had orchestrated this terrifying ordeal, the man who had harmed her, was now urging her to take action for her own safety. In that moment, the weight of her decisions pressed heavily upon her, as she realized that Barry's desire for her had entangled her in a web of manipulation and danger.
With a surge of adrenaline and a lingering sense of self-preservation, [Y/N] found the strength to move. She cautiously made her way towards the nearest phone, her hands shaking uncontrollably. Her thoughts raced, torn between the desire to escape and the knowledge that the very person she sought to flee from was now playing the role of her protector.
As she dialed the emergency number, her mind clouded with uncertainty. The path ahead had grown treacherous, marked by a disturbing blend of gratitude and terror.
As chaos raged around them, one of the teens managed to utter, "Hey, this wasn't part of the deal..." His words hung in the air for a fleeting moment before Barry swiftly silenced him, striking him with a forceful blow that rendered him unconscious. Barry's eyes darted towards [Y/N], his expression a mixture of concern and panic, fearing that she may have overheard anything that could jeopardize his plan.
Meanwhile, [Y/N] had just finished her call with the police, her ears ringing from the commotion and her mind clouded with a mix of fear and confusion. She noticed the teen's mouth moving just before Barry's decisive action, planting a seed of suspicion in her mind. Yet, amidst the overwhelming chaos, she had little time to dwell on it.
Barry hurriedly made his way to [Y/N] as she struggled to maintain her balance, leaning heavily on the nearby table for support. His touch replaced the cold, unyielding surface as he gently held her hand, providing a sense of stability and solace. In that moment, she allowed herself to release the tension gripping her body, her legs giving way as she collapsed to the ground.
With a sense of urgency, Barry supported [Y/N], guiding her to sit on the floor. His touch lingered, and though he felt a surge of desire, he reined in his impulses, knowing he needed to maintain the false pretense of comforting her. His voice, filled with feigned concern, broke the tense silence.
"Take deep breaths, [Y/N]. You're safe now," he reassured her, his voice a tender whisper amidst the turmoil. "Just focus on calming down. I won't let anyone harm you."
Her heart raced, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The touch of his hand, the soothing tone of his voice—it all played into her vulnerability, creating a semblance of safety in this terrifying ordeal. Part of her yearned to believe his words, to find solace in his presence, while another part remained wary of the dark intentions that lurked beneath his facade.
Barry's eyes, filled with a mixture of satisfaction and desire, locked onto [Y/N]'s. He reveled in the power he held over her, the control he exerted through his calculated actions. Yet, he had to maintain his charade, to keep her under his spell for just a while longer.
"You're going to be okay, [Y/N]," he murmured, his voice laden with a dangerous tenderness. "I'll make sure of it. Trust me, trust in us."
In that moment, as [Y/N] gazed into his eyes, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope mingled with a sense of dread. The lines between reality and illusion blurred, leaving her trapped in a web of manipulation, desire, and the desperate longing for escape.
Barry mustered a nervous smile, his hands trembling slightly as he fumbled with his phone. He pulled up his contact information and hesitantly extended it towards [Y/N]. His usually confident and quick hands were now unsteady, betraying the nervousness that coursed through his veins.
"Here," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "My... my number. In case... in case you ever need someone to talk to or if anything happens."
His eyes locked with hers, searching for a sign of acceptance or reassurance. The weight of his desire to be there for her in any way he could made his heart pound in his chest, causing his words to come out in a rush.
"I mean, not that I expect anything to happen or that you'll need to call me. But just... just in case, you know?" he added, stumbling over his own words. "I... I genuinely care about your well-being, [Y/N]."
She accepted the phone number with a gentle nod, her own hands trembling slightly as she took in the significance of the moment. The contradictory feelings of gratitude and apprehension swirled within her, leaving her uncertain of how to proceed.
"Thank you, Barry," she replied softly, her voice laced with a mix of gratitude and caution. "I'll... I'll keep it in mind. I appreciate your concern."
As the door closed between them, Barry retreated from [Y/N]'s doorstep, his heart heavy with a potent mix of anticipation and unease. He knew that the true depth of his intentions, driven by obsession and manipulation, could never be revealed. Yet, he clung to the false pretense of caring for her, cherishing the moments they shared, even if they were shrouded in deceit.
As [Y/N] stared at the phone number displayed on her screen, she couldn't help but wonder about the man who had become entangled in her life. The lines between hero and villain blurred in her mind, leaving her torn between the gratitude for his actions and the lingering doubts about his true intentions.
In the silence of her room, she contemplated the enigmatic figure who had saved her, unsure of the treacherous path that lay ahead. Little did she know that the web of deception woven by Barry was growing stronger, threatening to ensnare her further in its intricate threads.
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It is just so shameful that they tried to cover up this mess with the late A. years of filth could have been prevented had he been caught and jailed during that time for molesting a 15 y/o and marrying her. All those little girls and boys that could have been saved smh I feel like crying and this and yet every time I think about it the rage inside wouldn’t let me cry. What if it was my friends or my family heck even me?
As I hear people begin to go "how did people let this happen," I want to say it's still happening. Look at how many people didn't believe Megan Thee Stallion after she reported being shot, look at how the media/stans and celebrities acted. (There’s a special place in hell for all of y’all 50 cents, Drake and his fake bbl , dababy, joe budden, akademics, lil duval, lebron, that Keebler elf’s daddy, stepmother and even his biological mother for giving birth to such a toxic masculinity, egotistical little bald headed biiitch) They’re were willingly being a bunch of bastards slutting themselves out for a degenerate (to hell with that gremlin and everyone who has said that she was lying fquck every last one of them) and the only logical people besides her fans where two white crime journalists who were spreading the truth better in the last month than those anti black and bw media bloggers (damn them to hell too i ain’t forgot I never forget) in the last two years. That’s why it’s two middle fingers up for everyone who said that she was lying. Why? Because FQUCK them who doubted her and I’m glad that elf is going back to Canada where his napoleon complex arss belongs that’s why!
This sh!t ain’t changed, we’re now more aware of it. We should be outraged by these pick mes and nigcels, a disgrace to the black race, the ones that George Walker bush should had left behind education wise because apparently the no child left behind policy was a mistake and they’re basically the descendants of the slaves who Harriet Tubman would have capped!
don’t believe me? Look at Aaliyah for example . Her uncle Barry Hankerson is trash. He was R. Kelly's manager, knew what happened to his niece with him, and then turned around and stayed working with him. That's partially why the family has not wanted to discuss this. They basically let their own daughter become groomed, abused, manipulated and raped by a monster had he been stopped sooner after Aaliyah, so many girls and boys would have never been victims of his smh!
In all of these cases, one thing that's been common has been the betrayal of family and friends. From Barry Hankerson to Kelsey -- these women was exploited by people who they trusted.
that fact alone makes never wanna protect nobody but me. If I ever get harmed I’m singing like a bird. I don’t gaf if that’s your fave. You mad little pick me and nigcel? Too motherfqucking bad! Those bastards you be cockworshiping ain’t gonna pay your rent nor have sex with your crusty arss , your unwashed legs, your tragic weave and extensions, and your ashy feet!
Every black person who ends up on the wrong side of the law isn’t railroaded by the justice system so spare me the takes on how people like r Kelly or Tory lames and anyone else like them is treated no different than how people from emmitt till to George Floyd were treated. They weren’t railroaded by the system, they weren’t murdered because of white womens lies or having counterfeit two thousand pennies or anything like that. They were rightfully convicted because it was proven by the state courts that they were guilty of the horrific acts they committed against people more specifically black women and for that reason the punishment that they received or will receive was deserved
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I say that I hate revenge stories, and yet when Lord Bullington puts a ball in his stepfather's knee at the end of Stanley Kubrick's Barry Lyndon, I am delighted every single time. It's the moment I watch the previous three hours in anticipation of. So, what makes this vengeance acceptable when, for me, it so often isn't? Three things.
The avenger cannot be culpable in the grievance being avenged. Vengeance is not a substitute for reckoning with one's own responsibility. Lord Bullingdon is a child when Redmond Barry marries his mother, and he watches his exploitation of her for years while also suffering abuse at his hands (quite literally) himself.
The vengeance has to solve an ongoing problem. Harming an avengee who has not themselves harmed anyone for years, or is no longer capable of causing harm, always makes the avenger look at least a little shitty in my opinion. Barry may be a shell of his former self owing to his grief over the death of his young son, but his and his mother's exploitation of Lady Lyndon has not only continued but gotten worse. Bullingdon is seeking to free her as much as to avenge himself.
Vengeance should be proportional to the grievance. Shooting Barry in the knee is serious enough to require hospitalization--during which time Bullingdon restores order to his mother's household--but not enough to kill him. The narration tells us that Barry takes up his former profession as a gambler without his former success, which may have been his lot had he never met Lady Lyndon. Bullingdon essentially leaves him where he found him.
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Would love to hear your thoughts on Barry finale👀
OK HELL YEAH
I’ve been marinading in it, and my thoughts will probably change the more that it soaks in and when I read other people’s takes and stuff, because that often presents viewpoints I hadn’t considered.
BUT!!!! RIGHT NOW!
I loved it, even though I am still reeling from the last shot and waffling on its meaning.
Sally’s confession to John is the first time she’s been able to be truthful with him. All of the scenes of sally since the flash-forward, especially those with John, the sense of her being hollow and deeply unhappy is palpable. So much weight was lifted from her shoulders when she told him who she and her father are (even though it’s a fucked up thing to tell a 7 year-old) and she was finally able to allow herself to connect with her son. Her honesty was freedom.
Hank. My sweet, tragic Hank. He would rather die in denial than admit responsibility for Cristobal’s murder. He’s fucking terrified to really look at himself in the mirror and admit to what he became. And he’s so fucking angry at Fuches for seeing through all the lies he’s weaved for himself and others, for seeing behind the curtain. I’m not sure if it’s more his denial or misplaced anger that cause the shootout, or equal parts of both.
I’m not 100% sure what to make of Gene yet. I think it’s tragic that he ends up taking the fall for everything. He loved Janice so much. I think his real downfall was greed, and that spotlight hunger. He let it compromise his morals. He knew what Barry did and didn’t give Janice justice. Although, the morality surrounding Gene and Barry is a whole muddy clusterfuck. I do think it’s telling that he considered exploiting her death once he heard a big name would play his character. His reasons for killing Barry seem self-centered to me. It wasn’t enough for Barry to be a serial killer, or a bad person, for Gene to kill him. When the narrative surrounding Gene’s life started to sour and his legacy was destroyed, that was when Gene did it, right when Barry was just deciding to take responsibility and turn himself in.
But on the other hand, maybe that was just the last straw and Gene said fuck it with what other people think, make me a bad guy, I don’t fucking care anymore, he just needs to be stopped. Nothing left to lose.
Barry had a chance to save himself, but didn’t take it. Just like Hank. He would rather continue living in hiding, hurting sally and john, than take responsibility for just a fraction of what he did. Once he lost sally and john, that was rock bottom, and he was finally starting to entertain the idea of turning himself in. And then gene shot him. I think, honestly, that was the only way Barry was going to stop. He was so deeply entrenched in denial, so committed to the narrative he built for himself, I don’t know that he would have actually turned himself in.
I really adored the role Fuches played in everything. Throughout most of the series, I love-hated him. He kept pulling Barry back into darkness (was it ever escapable, though? not sure) and was vengeful, deceitful, and selfish. But what he explains to hank, about how he realized who he was while in prison, shows that he understands the truth is freeing. He saves John at the risk of his own life and returns him to Barry, almost like… an eye for an eye? Like a reconciliation? He might have destroyed Barry, but he saved his son and dropped the vendetta. I thought it was interesting that him of all people learned the lesson, tried to impart it on others, and walked away.
I also don’t know how to feel about John. I love that him and sally got to start a life together. I did notice that when he told his mom he loved her, she didn’t say it back, and I’m not sure what to make of that. I think sally is and will always be driving life with barry in the backseat, afraid to trust another man. But she’s living and that’s something.
Does John think that his father was a hero, like the movie showed? It confirms what barry always told him. Is that the lie he tells himself? I think his smile when the credits roll indicates yes, and I think that’s both sad and understandable.
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Saltburn: A Ticket to the 'Why Did I Even Bother' Zone, or How I Nearly Aged Prematurely
reading time: 4 min.
"We’re all about to lose our minds," I muttered. The cold wind swept through the deserted street as I stood before the old cinema in my hometown, its faded sign barely discernible against the dimming evening sky. Leaning against the cracked concrete wall, I stared blankly at the poster on the entrance, announcing the latest blockbuster. "But wait, the movie's already been out for four months," I thought to myself, hardly surprised they hadn't taken it down yet.
The poster showcased a kaleidoscopic image of the cast from "Saltburn," the latest film by Emerald Fennel, a renowned director known for her previous work, "Promising Young Women." Despite the dramatic display, my gaze remained disinterested, unimpressed by yet another Hollywood spectacle. It visually reminded me of "Everything Everywhere All at Once," a film I appreciate along with the poster's artist, James Jean. However, as I scrutinized the poster, my mind wandered, unraveling the film's plot with a critical eye. Each scene played out in my imagination, increasingly clichéd, as I mentally dissected the storyline and characters. With a resigned sigh, I pushed away from the wall, already thinking of watching the movie on my laptop from some available sites in the comfort of my home.
Saltburn, a film delving into a pathetic obsession with identity or just another narrative exploiting the eat-the-rich trope? I doubt this movie will capture your interest, despite its stunning filtered visuals reminiscent of "Call Me by Your Name" and a talented cast. The movie's narrative is obscured by an atrocious font, which would saltburn(ed) even your eyes. In one scene, we witness the main character, Oliver Quick (played by Barry Keoghan), discussing his relationship with Felix Catton (portrayed by Jacob Elrodi). Oliver, a walking conflicted contradiction, professes his love for Felix while simultaneously denying being in love with him.
We're introduced to Oliver's one-sided obsession with Felix at Oxford in 2006. As the story unfolds, Oliver becomes increasingly desperate to get close to Felix, fabricating a tragic backstory to maintain his proximity. He even hooks up with Felix's girlfriend in an attempt to further infiltrate Felix's life. When both Felix and his girlfriend become wary of Oliver's fake poverty act and clinginess, Oliver manipulates Felix by feigning his father's death, eliciting pity. The movie portrays Felix as a wealthy, naive individual from a long line of affluent families, suggesting that he may attempt to rescue Oliver from his fabricated misery. This leads to Felix inviting Oliver to their Saltburn Estate for the summer.
During Oliver's stay, his obsessions lead to erratic and messy behavior. He begins to exert control over Venetia (Alison Oliver), Felix's sister, by flirting with her and showing his not-so-twilight-Saga-Edward-Cullen vampiric tendencies. Let’s just say, this behavior doesn't sit well with Felix nor Farleigh (Archie Madekwe), the Catton siblings’ cousin, who witnesses Oliver's nightly activities and then shares them with Felix. Oliver manipulates multiple members of the Catton family, including persuading Lady Elspeth (Rosamunde Pike) to believe false accusations against her friend Pamela (Carey Mulligan). When Oliver confronts Farleigh, he threatens him with banishment, but ends up engaging in giving Farleigh a handjob. But hey, do not ask me why suddenly Oliver thought that would be the most effective way to threaten Farleigh. In the end, both characters are sent away from the estate. However, Felix eventually discovers Oliver's lies, leading to Oliver hitting rock bottom. The movie fails to adequately showcase Felix's realization of Oliver's lies, making the plot twist unexpected but ultimately nonsensical.
Oliver's psychotic breakdown culminates in him killing Felix in the estate's garden maze on Oliver's birthday. Unable to be with Felix, Oliver adopts his identity and proceeds to eliminate all members of the Catton family. He orchestrates the deaths of Venetia and Lady Elspeth, manipulating them into suicide and murdering Lady Elspeth on her deathbed. Sir James (Richard E. Grant) dies after Oliver's departure from the estate, following the killings of the Catton siblings. Towards the movie's end, Oliver confronts Elspeth, ultimately taking over the estate and obtaining all its assets. The director's choice to reveal Oliver's entire plan near the end seems unnecessary, as the audience is already aware of his obsessive nature from the beginning. I think having been spoon-fed this plan of his wouldn’t change anything we were already aware of, hence the uselessness of this scene. Additionally, the portrayal of Oliver's depraved mind through graphic scenes, like his bathtub snack time or the grave scene, feels gratuitous and fails to add depth to his character. While these scenes generated attention on platforms like TikTok and other social media, they didn't effectively convey Oliver's uncontrollable obsession and desire, meaning instead of creating such useless scenes focus on the uncontrolled-individual-with-undeveloped-two-dimensional-personality that was portrayed there. The fame this movie received on social media, underscores a lack of understanding among mainstream audiences regarding the level of cinematic gore depicted in certain films. As evidence, you should not even dare look up the summary of the plot to "Titane" by Julia Ducournau.
Overall, I'd give this movie a 2 out of 5 stars. While it touches on themes of desire and obsession, the execution falls short. Despite some memorable moments like Jacob Elordi smoking and Archie Madekewe singing Pet Shop Boys' “Rent,”, which is cinema on its own, the film largely feels like a two-hour agony. I won't be watching movies from our old cinema again; the disappointment in modern filmmaking isn't worth the wrinkles on my forehead. For this portrayal of British classicism in the 2000s, I recommend streaming the movie on Amazon Prime Video.
category: Film, Culture, Psychological Thriller Drama
rating: ⭐⭐/ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
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hello clockwork orange community. do you like nadsat? i have nadsat (old commission)
Welly welly welly well my brothers it is time once again it would appear, for uncle Alex to tell you a story. An omission from the tale of my previous exploits and this, my dear brothers, is my way of sending my deepest appy polly logies to you all; twas a nochy like any other I suppose, my little droogies and I out in the thick of it. A routine trip to the korova milk bar was well underway, my cancer now barely a nub of ash and orange filter when suddenly, like some great divine inspiration from bog or whoever else may be lurking up above us in the great black nowhere. Dim opened his great big maw as if to say something, noticing the shift in my expression no doubt, a raised hand from myself soon silenced him and he fell quickly back into submission. This was our second visit of the evening, our nightcap until we four parted and I found myself headed bedways to municipal flatblock 18-a, but tonight brothers I found that this second bout of moloko plus had done me no good at all; no indeed my brothers, all it seemed to achieve was to further stir me for another few hours out to myself, the other three could follow me or not. Georgie had a funny look about his glazzies,shagged fagged, fashed and downright useless. In no state for any more of the ultraviolence tonight. No indeed.
“Dobby nochy, brothers”
I found myself humming absentmindedly, staring through the film of moloko left at the bottom of my glass and adjusting the hat placed atop my gulliver, stood up to take my leave
“Bedways so soon, Alex?”
Pete guffawed, leaned so far back in his chair I was almost certain he would disappear into it. Despite questioning my quick exit, he looked in no way prepared to leave himself
“Quite the opposite, o my brother. Much fun is yet to be had, although it is now clearer than crystal to me that our earlier fillying hath done all tree of you in, and with thus I must bid you adieu”
Outside it was bitter cold, much much bitterer and colder than I had remembered it. Soon enough the knives that I had ingested would begin to work their magic, brothers and I would become all the more aware of the lewdies, or lackthereof out and about on the streets. I had bid my little droogies a dobby nochy, that much was true but it was now more apparent than ever that night would soon be over and was bleeding over into the young hours of the morning. Luckily for little old me, I had my maskiwask in my clutches from an earlier spree of shop crasting under full, glorious anonymity hidden, too under the cover of darkest and most mysterious night. Black sky was now a very deep blue and as the moloko plus paid its due dividends I feel, o dear brothers, that the sand in my own ultraviolent hourglass was running out, running thinly like the krovvy of a malchick low on his iron. A rustle from an abandoned gazetta pricked mine ears as I trudged carefully through the street, waiting patiently for any sign of life.Caution was the key in these night-time affairs as the threat of the barry place was ever present, and while I did not fear the stripy hole I did fear for what it may have done to me old pee and em.
I took some liberties with my route home, opting for small alleys as opposed to wider, much more open streets. An unorthodox decision considering I had found myself droogless and after yet another clash with Billy boy and his other eunuch jellies could have even put myself at risk of an ambush but having no one but myself beside me makes this victory mine alone. My pocket jingled with pretty polly, distended from the volume of it. The noise seemed to draw out a devotchka. She looked poogly, her dress hanging off her as though it had been thrown on in a hurry. Big brown glazzies met mine and I could see the glimmer of tears in them, clearly she had been boo hoo hooing and for why I did not know. The old in-out always went down a treat when the urge was still around, nagging even after a whole nochy of fillying. I fancied I could slooshy her heart hammering against her ribs and what a pleasant sound it was, strands of dark brown glory flopped limply over her pale, moonish face as she looked up at me all, like expectant. I watched her back herself up against the wall, making it clear to me that someone had gotten to her first. Had I been a bit more present, I might have left her to find some other dama for myself. There were plenty about after all but mostly I was glad to have found her in the state I had. All warmed up, brothers. Relaxed despite her best wishes not to be. I fancied myself to be a kot, I did. Quite right. This is what, dear reader, cats of the street are so fond of doing. Breeding, filling the streets with as many filthy beasts as their malenky bodies might let them before bog gets them as he does all things. Never one for lubbilubbing was dear uncle Alex, brothers. Not one care for it at all I must attest.
Now, where were we? Ah yes, the devotchka with the moony litso. Very very pretty, yes yes there was no denying that brothers and droogs alike, she was beautiful. I fancied the krovvy on her might have tasted like jammiwam but I didn't bother to test it, most of it was staining her dress. Beginning to dry that horrible old blood brown as opposed to that gorgeous red that sent shivers through me when even the tiniest bead dropped from a lewdie. Not so rare and yet far more precious to me than any jewel in the world.
What happened next, brothers, was something I could be nothing but proud of. I let my face drop a little bit so I wasn’t scowling so much, it helps to lessen resistance in devotchkas I find. Despite my partiality to a bit of chase and find, that fateful nochy I was not in the mood, no autos were crasted that night so my poor dear feet were so achy that any more fillying about may have caused them to drop off. I stood there for a bit, chumbling to myself before I pounced. Her creeching was low and half-hearted as if she knew herself that it wasn't going to garner a drop of sympathy from me. This certainly was not the fault of the devotchka, most persons would be in the mindset to creech for their life, especially this one. The creetching soon stopped when, from out of my pocket I brough out my most trusted nozh. Hardly used that night, nice and clean, or at least as clean as a knife could be. It was sharp, cold, so tantalising I could feel my pan handle straining against my neezhnies at the thought of how pretty she might look under it. How still she might be if i teased it against her neck… if I teased it somewhere else. Brothers I found myself drooling at the concept. Just as I suspected, the creeching ceased and was replaced with silent weeping. I watched her chest jerk up and down as she tried to keep herself nice and quiet for me, as I pressed the blade into her neck, gently so it would only barely nick the skin. I would press harder elsewhere when she was nagoy, I thought to myself with deepest delight, watching this devotchka, already poogly from another encounter, half dressed as it were, struggling to undress herself at my command was too much. Then, out came the kot, slashiwashing with my knife the dress was out of the picture.
Ah. Nothing underneath. The cry at the sudden cold made me believe this was not something she had chosen for herself. Fearing the millicents on their early morning beats I worked quickly to strip myself of anything below my waist and get cracking on with the in-out-in out. She would have to warm up to it or suffer the consequences, most devotchkas did when I was with my droogies. On my oddy knocky I was not so sure but she would have to put up with it, my pan handle was now growing too hard to ignore. Her nogas were clasped tight, a feeble attempt for her to keep her dignity. Unlikely to work when I was in such a beastly temperament, every second wasted only seemed to make me angrier. Like when you flap a red cloth at a bull. I parted the clasped legs, it took a lot, mind, but the trembling of the muscles and the purple, pulsing, cables under her pale skin let me know she wouldn’t try and close them again.
Something possessed me to speak to her. A small slip of the tongue to keep her quiet at the world woke up. An angry throb below the belt led my mind elsewhere. I figured the nozh would be enough to keep her quiet, little drops of blood beaded around where the pressure was. Even the lowest whimper made her delicate skin press against the blade. My free hand circled a glazz, and pinched it. Her cry sent me jolting into her on just instinct alone, sheathing myself comfortably. It was clear that someone had been at her before me as there was no resistance, no horrible gravelly feeling and I pushed my way into her. In-out-in-out, smooth as if we were luddilubbing. Her face was scrunched up as if she was trying to build the nerve to start creeching. I wouldn’t have minded, sometimes I find, it really eggiwegs me to keep going.
As I moved. The hand that had been cupping her bezoomny had moved to firmly grip her waist, the hand with the knife had done the same. I made a real show of that one, creating a fine red line down from the centre of the neck all the way down her middle. Like I was a surgeon about to cut her up and perform the old in-out-in out on her guttiwuts. The krovvy only made me harder, so maybe, oh my brothers, it was a mistake to cut her as I did. But oh, it was heaven. Bog new damned. I cast my eyes toward her grahzny dress, and then back to her naked frame. I noted, brothers, that she looked like a doll more than she did a living, breathing lewdie. In and out I moved over and over, listening out for any millicents that may have interrupted such an intimate interaction. Eventually, I noticed that the shirt of my koshtoom was sticking to my back. Clinging to the skin, adhered by pearls of sweat. I could taste that irony taste fizzling in the back of my throat, it was almost time for the big finale brothers. My muscles were shouting this from the rooftops too, make no doubt about that little droogies, they burned so fiercely that even knives devoid of moloko could not quell the sensation.
The devotchka had quite visibly relaxed under my touch. As I, your dear and most trustworthy uncle Alex, kept tight firm hold of her bony waist I pondered the possibility that in some way shape or form she was thoroughly enjoying this feeling. Having accepted it she might have allowed herself to take pleasure in this. A twitch from my pan handle let me know the end was upon us and acting yet again on my most trusted friend, animal instinct, I grabbed a fistful of her luscious glory and tugged as hard as I could muster. Her creech of pain as her hair departed from her scalp was more than enough noise to conceal the low groan that accompanied my orgasm. As I slid out of her I relished in the fact that she seemed too full to move from my seed.
I cleaned myself off using her dress and dropped it on her nagoy frame. Dressing my lower half swiftly and nimbly, the deliberately quiet platching of the young girl was terribly terribly moving. I threw some coins at her litso, knowing I only had a minoota or two until the millicent’s found her or even worse that she found them. Wordlessly I left her, nudging her with my boot as she left just to check that she was ticking away nicely and the pol hadn’t killed her. When she groaned, I knew at once it was bedways for me, and quickly.
A nochy to remember indeed. O my brothers.
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Tales of the Jedi (Initial Thoughts: Dooku)
It’s a Star Wars animated series, so of course we’re here!
This is just some initial thoughts I had, and only about Dooku - I’ll have thoughts about Ahsoka later, but I wanted to get these down first.
SPOILERS, BY THE WAY!
The big overarching idea is that I love the tragic descent of the character shown in the story, but it’s sadder when you watch The Clone Wars and understand that Dooku is a complete hypocrite. We see his descent into colluding with Sidious as a form of radicalization - not the first time Sidious will con an apprentice into joining his side by way of making them think he actually cares about their problems and ideologies. Dooku is increasingly dissatisfied with the Senate, which at that point in time is full of corrupt individuals. He sees himself as a man on the side of the people of the galaxy, who continually suffer due to the Senate’s corrupt decisions, and becomes increasingly disillusioned with the Council who mostly do what the Senate asks them to do. The Jedi are willing to go to bat for the people of the galaxy, but are unwilling to go out of their way to find out what the people actually need - and so, have to have the truth thrown in front of them, often violently, before they will act. Sort of like Prosset Dibs, except Dooku isn’t a complete idiot and actually has a point, or better yet like Barris Offee - who likewise eventually directed her rage in the wrong direction. His fall in Legends was fairly similar.
But the shame if is that for all disdain at the Senate constantly exploiting the people of the galaxy, he would end up no better. Indeed, much like Anakin he would end up worse. Darth Tyranus is an extremely exploitative person. Heck, Count Dooku - outside of his SIth persona - is an extremely exploitative person. Both in terms of allying with and empowering people who blatantly exploted the common people, and doing so himself: in TCW, Dooku freely treated the people of the galaxy like tools - worse, like stepping stones. Loads of TCW episodes are based around Dooku enslaving innocent people, or using their suffering directly to his advantage - like simply orchestrating their deaths because doing so strikes a blow against his enemies. This includes his own constituents in the Separatist Alliance - talking of course about the Separatist Council, some of the few people - poor patsies and fools too pure and gullible for this galaxy - who remain fairly sympathetic throughout the conflict due to their hilariously off base belief that the Separatist state is free of corruption and isn’t run by a band of greedy corporations. They think the world of Dooku. He has several of them killed just because it’s more convenient to either Sidious or himself for them to die.
This makes for a sad contrast. It’s an undeniable trait of TCW Dooku that he is exactly the kind of person pre-fall Dooku would have despised. This is even brought up in the episode by Dooku himself, and more dramatically by Yaddle: Dooku is willing to kill as many innocents as possible to achieve his vision of Order and Peace. And if they end up in the way of his Order, then he only offers the Peace of the grave.
But what I like even more is how you can see the rationalizations:
One of the things I’ve always very much preferred about the current canon over Legends is its depiction of the Dark Side. The Dark Side in Legends was a semi-sentient corruption: it made you turn evil. It was often the source, rather than the consequence, of the characters’ dark choices: the more you use it, like a demonic possession the more it rewrites your brain to be what it wants it to be. Not only does this take away so many of the characters’ agency in favor of a concept that allows less consequences for heel turns, I always felt it was a misinterpretation of what Lucas had in mind with the idea. Lucas always depicted the Dark Side of an abstraction of his characters’ darker inclinations - wrath, revenge, ambition, greed, hopelessness - the result of them listening to the parts of themselves other characters learn to control and release.
The current canon has been better about this, mostly by recontextualizing the Dark Side more akin to a drug: this works much better for what Lucas intended - falling into those darker inclinations, those harmful decisions, those self-centered ideologies, it’s easier than it seems and feels good. Thus, life is built on rationalizations that allow people to justify that feeling to themselves. People, once they rationalize ideas by way of being taught them, having them propagandized, or simply justifying them on their own, will fight to the death to protect them even if the rest of the world is standing up and showing them the horrible effects of what they’ve chosen. And the various Vader comics, books and other appearances like Kenobi have been great about this: no matter how opposite they may seem, the media makes it clear that Vader is still Anakin - but an Anakin who has decided to cast off everyone in favor of only listening to himself, while rationalizing away the fact that he’s nothing but a ball of rage and wrath at this point. Thus after a certain point, bringing Order to the galaxy simply became inseparable to him from punishing the galaxy for being in disorder, allowing him a justification to inflict his wrath upon everyone around him.
See also: Dooku. You can see the cracks already there - the path from being the Dooku he is at Qui-Gon’s death to the Dooku we see in TCW is as simple as coming to believe that regular people are a small price to pay for putting his vision in place. Kriff, he’s already doing it. He killed Yaddle - even though she wholeheartedly agreed with him - because her existence was nevertheless a threat to him. Why not a few more? Why not hundreds? Why not millions? The ends justify the means, and Dooku must be on top to guarantee the ends he sees, even if his actions make those ends more and more unobtainable. And so evolves Tyranus - a hypocrite who meets the same tragic end of every other poor fool who bought what Palpatine was selling.
I hope we get another book or story about this middle era of Dooku - when he’s still idealistic enough to claim to be a champion of the people, but swiftly on his way to becoming misanthropic instead - with a similar tone perhaps to Legends’ Dark Rendezvous.
I’ll have thoughts about Ahsoka’s story tomorrow. The Dooku one just really inspired me to start talking, you know? May the Force be with you!
#disney+#star wars#tales of the jedi#count dooku#mace windu#qui gon jinn#yaddle#the separatist alliance#darth sidious#the jedi council#the galactic republic#the dark side#darth tyranus#dooku is a hypocrite and all the more compelling for it
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What were some of your fav films from last year, Jack? I haven't caught up on much of em yet so mine may just be the Weird Al biopic lol, but Glass Onion was fun too
See due to many reasons I wasn't able to go see really anything in theaters, if the movie had a theatrical release, so what I say here is based on opinions I've formed from various reviews, clips, posts, etc etc. That said, Glass Onion did seem to be a very good film, and the Weird Al "biopic" (I have it in quotes because making a movie about your life where every detail is completely wrong and is all fabricated on purpose is such an incredible move) I do very much need to see.
I did go and see The Batman in theaters which I enjoyed a lot and didn't even realize it was as long as it was. I did also see The Northman and enjoyed that too, but I do wish Mr. Skarsgard showed hog because it's only fair to have full-frontal male nudity if female actresses consistently do it. Barbarian I had a great time with because I'm familiar with the director-writer Zac Cregger's comedy work in Whitest Kids U' Know and it's great to see him transition into horror so smoothly.
Skinamarink personally is up there, people are of the opinion that it's a deeply polarizing movie and either you love it or hate it, and I loved it. I did also watch Banshees of Inisherin and didn't completely care for it or get the hype, I just wasn't crazy about it. Interesting story but I don't necessarily understand the amount of praise it gets, especially when people are praising Barry Keoghan for playing a man that is said to have some kind of mental slowness, or at least heavily implied, and people saying the scene between him and Kerry Condon where Dominic tries asking her out as she gently lets him down as "heartbreaking" like would it still be heartbreaking if he was just a guy and not "slow." It felt weird to see that opinion and people agree you know.
A lot of nominated and not nominated movies I still want to see when I have time, like X, Pearl, Everything Everywhere (desperately hoping it wins something major at the Oscars), Puss in Boots, Triangle of Sadness, Tár, Decision to Leave, another adaptation of All Quiet On The Western Front (but I still believe the 1930 adaptation will always be best regardless so I'm going into it biased here), Nope, RRR, Aftersun, The Menu, Babylon for shits and giggles.
I don't really care about The Whale because I'm not a fan of Darren Aronofsky - and people were saying The Whale felt exploitative, and it probably was because this is Aronofsky we're talking about what did you expect - likewise The Fablemans doesn't interest me I don't particularly care but I know Spielberg is going to get something because his name is attached to it aside from the fact it's a deeply personal movie but I'm just not interested. I'm not watching Top Gun: Maverick because I could not care less about it, Hollywood's nostalgia, Tom Cruise, and the insane amount of USAmerican military propaganda within it. The same goes for Avatar: The Way of Water because it's also shit and James Cameron's comments on Native Americans are deeply offensive and he should choke. I also don't care about Elvis but Hollywood loves a dead musician to make movies about
Unfortunately I do think Avatar, Top Gun, and Elvis will win a lot because The Academy is what it is, which is mostly rich, white, old nostalgia-loving people, which will be slowly but surely changing as the eldest members die off but it is what it is. I'd love Everything Everywhere to win a lot, I'd love to see Michelle Yeoh and Ke Huy Quan win, it'd be nice for Brendan Fraser to get an award but after what Hollywood did to him it would feel so disingenuous even if he did turn in what I heard to be an amazing performance. Jamie Lee Curtis is probably going to win Best Supporting Actress over Stephanie Hsu.
But these are just my thoughts and opinions and I would desperately love to be proven wrong dear god let the Academy prove me wrong. But after last year I am keeping my expectations so low. Take a shot for every joke or reference about "the slap" and you will be dead before the end of the night.
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Cyril Ritchard and Anny Ondra in Blackmail (Alfred Hitchcock, 1929)
Cast: Anny Ondra, Joan Barry (voice), John Longden, Donald Calthrop, Cyril Ritchard, Sara Allgood, Charles Paton, Hannah Jones, Harvey Braban. Screenplay: Alfred Hitchcock, Benn W. Levy, based on a play by Charles Bennett. Cinematography: Jack E. Cox. Film editing: Emile de Ruelle. Music: Jimmy Campbell, Reginald Connelly.
Anny Ondra has the distinction of having appeared in both Alfred Hitchcock's final silent film, The Manxman (1929), and his first talkie, Blackmail. Unfortunately, it was the arrival of sound that put an end to her nascent career in English-language films. Blackmail was begun as a silent movie, but not long after filming started Hitchcock got what he wanted: permission to turn it into a talkie. Which presented a problem for Ondra, who was born in a part of the Austro-Hungarian empire that is now Poland and grew up in Prague, where she was a successful stage actress, but had been unable to lose her accent. In the infancy of film sound, a satisfactory technique of dubbing another actor's voice had yet to be developed, so actress Joan Barry was hired to speak Alice White's lines off-camera as Ondra silently mouthed the words. (After Blackmail, Ondra returned to the continent and was a major star in Czech and German films; she married boxer Max Schmeling in 1933.) The tricky problem of synching Barry's voice with Ondra's performance only spurred Hitchcock to other innovative uses of sound, for example the scene in which Alice White, stunned by having stabbed her assailant to death, hears a neighbor chattering about the murder and repeating the word "knife," which becomes increasingly louder until Alice breaks down in hysterics. Hitchcock also pioneers a gag he will use again: Alice opens her mouth to scream, but in a quick cut the scream comes from the landlady who has discovered the victim's body. The cut anticipates the one in The 39 Steps (1935) in which a woman's scream becomes the shrill whistle of a locomotive. Sound was still such a novelty that a silent version of Blackmail was made for theaters still not equipped for it. And even in the sound version the first six minutes of the film, which take place in the streets where the London police "flying squad" makes an arrest, are silent except for the background music, even though we see cops talking to each other and there are plenty of opportunities for ambient sound. Some scenes also have that curious slackness of pace of early talkies, as if the directors were uncertain about how quickly audiences could assimilate spoken dialogue. But it's far more "Hitchcockian" than most of his late silent films in that he's working effectively with thriller material, including a chase through the British Museum that anticipates his later exploitation of such landmarks as the Statue of Liberty in Saboteur (1942) and Mount Rushmore in North by Northwest (1959). It also contains the longest of Hitchcock's familiar cameo appearances, as a passenger on the Underground being tormented by a small boy.
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I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill.
I wish free will was real some days.
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Sophie Ellis-Bextor's Murder on the Dancefloor set for Top 40 return thanks to Saltburn
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Sophie's 2001 hit soundtracks a *very* memorable scene in the Emerald Fennell-directed Saltburn, now streaming on Amazon Prime Video
Sophie Ellis-Bextor's Murder on the Dancefloor is set for a spectacular return to the Top 40 this week, following its inclusion in Emerald Fennell's latest movie Saltburn.
The second single lifted from Sophie's debut solo album Read My Lips, Murder on the Dancefloor peaked at Number 2 upon release in 2001 and helped solidify Sophie's pop star status in her home county, becoming her most enduring hit.
Now, 22 years after its last Top 40 appearance, the track eyes a rather unexpected - but very welcome - return to the Official Singles Chart; boasting a position of Number 27 midweek and expected to climb higher still by Friday.
Murder on the Dancefloor's resurgence comes as the Saltburn film is released on streaming platform Amazon Prime Video. The psychological black comedy, starring Barry Keoghan, Jacob Elordi and Rosamund Pike, includes a pivotal final scene soundtracked by
Sophie's definitive 2001 disco banger.
If you're yet to see the film, it follows the exploits of Oxford student (Keoghan) as he becomes obsessed with classmate Felix (Elordi) and is invited to spend the summer at his ancestral home, the titular estate from where the film gets its name.
As for the closing scene, we won't spoil it for you, let's just say it's very...naked. And, given the context of the film, Murder on the Dancefloor's inclusion is very apt!
Taking to X (formerly Twitter) to thank fans for their support, Sophie said: "Wow.. thank you for all the Murder love. Happy new year! Xx"
Speaking to People about the very memorable Saltburn scene recently, Sophie explained she 'wasn't quite ready for the visual.'
“Seeing it written down as a premise is different," she said. "I mean, Barry really went for it. And it’s, like, the whole song.
"I mean, he’s never going to be able to hear that in the same way again!"
You can say that again, queen.
Murder on the Dancefloor was last in the Top 40 in March 2002, having peaked at Number 2 in December 2001, when it missed out on the Number 1 spot to Daniel Bedingfield's debut single Gotta Get Thru This. The single spent a total of six weeks inside the Top 10, and 13 inside the Top 40.
The track was written by Sophie alongside Gregg Alexander, and was produced by Alexander and Matt Rowe (known for his work with the Spice Girls). It's equally memorable music video (think Strictly Come Dancing but, you know, murderous) was directed by Sophie Muller, who has since worked with Gwen Stefani, Selena Gomez and more.
Its parent album, Read My Lips, also enjoyed a Number 2 peak in the UK. Sophie has since released six further studio albums, reaching Number 8 on the Official Albums Chart in 2023 with Hana.
Fans are loving the song's resurgence, too. On X, one wrote: "You've been listening to Murder On The Dancefloor ever since Saltburn. l've been listening to Sophie Ellis-Bextor for 20+ years. We are not the same."
Another said: "Wait ...You mean to tell me there are people who didn't know Murder on the Dancefloor before Saltburn?"
Source: Official Charts
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You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. -
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New Post has been published on https://www.packernet.com/blog/2022/11/17/stubborn-not-stupid/
Stubborn, not stupid
The old saying goes: “you can’t fix stupid.” Thankfully, stupid isn’t the issue for Packers leadership. It’s their pigheaded, “head-in-the-sand” stubbornness. Along with countless experts and analysts, we could all see needed changes and course corrections Packers leadership could have made this year. Instead, they’ve been painfully slow to act, when they’ve acted at all.
Change could have come sooner
There’s a long list of missed opportunities by Packers leadership thus far in 2022:
The defensive tactic of soft zone coverages was not effective. It also did not play to their strengths. It took until weeks 4-5 for a response.
It appeared that draft pick Zach Tom was better than both Royce Newman and Jake Hanson, both higher on the depth chart since training camp. His elevation took until October.
Against Dallas Rodgers was 9-for-11 for 158 yards when under center. The offense is more effective with Rodgers under-center, opening up play-action, than in shotgun. A serious shift to that didn’t happen until last Sunday against Dallas, It’s no coincidence that’s when they ended their losing streak.
Safety play from Darnell Savage has been below average to terrible all season. It took a 5-game losing streak before Rudy Ford, rostered since week 1, saw more playing time. Clearly, he should have seen the field sooner.
It’s was clear that Amari Rodgers should have been cut at the end of training camp. Packers leadership didn’t accept that until 10-weeks into the season. He lacked confidence fielding punts and then showed us why by fumbling 25% of them. Yes, he fumbled 1-of every-4 he fielded and didn’t lose his job until week 10! More to the point he was not explosive as a returner or good enough to get playing time on a team starving for WR’s.
Blame stubbornness
Brian Gutekunst, Matt LaFleur and Joe Barry didn’t get these NFL positions because they were stupid. But flexibility and responsiveness are also measures of leadership talent. Recognizing a problem, accepting it and finding a solution to address it quickly is a leadership test they’ve all failed this season. Ron Wolf said more than once that the bigger mistake, is sticking with the mistake.
Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt
Gutey was stubborn enough to think Sammy Watkins and a couple rookies were enough to address the talent vacuum at wide receiver. Apparently his stubbornness included keeping Amari Rogers longer than his performance warranted.
Joe Barry was too stubborn to see his zone defense was not working. Also, too slow to make a change and it likely cost the Packers chances to win very winnable games against the Giants, Jets and Washington. That Rudy Ford sat for weeks while Savage struggled is equally puzzling.
Matt LaFleur stubbornly gave his stubborn willful quarterback too much control over offensive direction. This offense needs a religious commitment to a running game, which contributes to a more effective passing game. The productivity of the run game leads to better pass protection and more lanes for lesser receivers and Aaron Rodgers to exploit.
The season is not lost yet. The margin of error for the Green Bay Packers is now razor-thin. At most, they can afford 1-2 losses to have any chance at a playoff spot. They cannot afford continued stubbornness to needed changes they cannot afford.
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